Who would of thought that once I started to blog it would be a daily routine to check everyone else's? I enjoy so much being able to stay in touch with family and friends and post remarks and comments to stay in touch with them. Everyone that knows me knows that it take me awhile to pick up the phone or send a letter to update. So this is a great way! Thanks to all who talked me into blogger and forced me into this great cyber world!
I was browsing through my cousin Autumns blog, reading all the fun updates with her and her two beautiful twins, Saige and Parker. I was cleaning the kitchen but took a break to read some of her older post just to see all the fun pictures and events they have done through the twins first year. Little did I know, I would hit an emotional block. Most of my friends know about my Uncle Gary passing away during a mine accident up in Utah. I was at a Secret Stictch party with all my friends when I received the phone call. I have had two deaths close to my family that have been hard on me. One was when my Great Grandma, VonTess Jensen who passed away 6 or 7 years ago. I named my first daughter after her..Tessa. She was a wonderful woman and a "great" great grandmother. The next was my Uncle Gary.
The memories I have driving down to Redmond utah as a child are dear to me. I loved it when my dad would pack us up and we would go down for the weekend. As soon as we would arrive I would run into Grandmas house first ( Gary and Grandma literally lived right next to eachother) and greet her with a big hug and as always she would be crocheting a new "cap hat." Not long after our hellos we would run to Uncle Garys and Aunt Lolas or they would be at Grandmas door to welcome us. My uncle Gary would always with out fail give me a "noggie." An annoying rub on the head with a fist a knuckles and to finish it off with a big hug. =)
My fondest memory of my Uncle is one that is pretty recent. I wanted to go hunting so bad but I never went through hunters safety as a kid. So during my senior year in high school I started taking the course online. My Uncle Gary was in charge of the Hunter Safety Program down in Salina utah and my dad was the one that made the call. If I took all the courses and quizzes online and showed my scores to my uncle, he would arrange for me to do the shooting test and the final written test with him. I gathered all my paper work, hopped in dads truck and down to Salina we went. We meet my Uncle and his hunter saftey class at the shooting range. My dad failed to mention it would be every 12 year old in Salina taking the test the same day as me. It was fun =) Of course I was teased by all, Dad, Gary, Fred...but we had a fun time. By the time I shot my squirrel, rabbit, and bird I realized....I only shot the rabbit and the bird and squirrel had about one maybe two bullet holes near them. For those readers that have never taken the test the idea is to shoot the object, and have all your shots in a group. You get a total of 20 bullets. Apparently the bird and squirrel had a 98% chance of surviving that day. My uncle Gary came up to me, gave me a big noggie and laughed. I assured him my gun was off but we all knew.
Next was the written test. I hoped up in my Uncle Garys truck and took one of his pens and started my test. This test was made for twelve year olds. I flew through it. I gave it to my uncle with a smile and he left the group of B.S'ers and started to check it. After a few minutes my uncle came up to me with a smile and laugh and asked me what color a turkey was. I was confused and said "why?" He chuckled and asked me again. I said "red, brown, blue, black.." So he said ," well if you were turkey hunting what colors "don't" you want to wear?" So not only can I not shoot but I have poor reading comprehention. =)
Both Fred and my Uncle Gary passed me on my hunter safety that day. It was such a fun day. I gave Fred, my uncle Gary big hugs and thanked them. I have many stories of going for rides and driving quads with my Uncle Gary. I can only recall one moment ever in my life that my Uncle Gary never greeted me with a noogie. It was my wedding day. I knew the reason was selfish on his part, I had a tiara in my hair and for once my own head would fight back. He choose to spare his knuckles.

Here is a picture of my Dad and Uncle Gray on my wedding day. As they were.....
My family on both sides is small, but very close to me. So to make this long story short and what insprired me to write down my thoughts... I was browsing through my Cousins blog and I noticed pictures from their trip to see a monument they made of my uncle and those lives that were taken by the mine. I have been filled with emotions and tears throughout the day. As I do when I see pictures of my Grandmother. I have many stories and fond memories that will stay close to my heart forever.
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