Memories of Grandpa Elmer Lewcain Fausett and Grandma Merle Leone Baker Fausett
Contributions by their grand kids
Most of all, I remember how energetic Grandma was, even after her strokes. When I would visit her, she would always tell me how far or where she walked that day, even with her walker. She never gave up. I will also never forget Grandma's rhubarb cake!
Biscuits, coal-fired stove, soap and razor, the washtub, cold trips to the outhouse in winter, getting water from the canal, sitting on the front steps of the house, no room to sit on the seat of Grandpa's truck. Grandpa's pop bottle opener swinging on a leather strap as we bumped across the field in his truck, "whiskering," a razor-thin knife peeling potatoes, rhubarb pie, "real hash browns," the blue camper: these are only a few of the many great memories I will always cherish. I can't wait to give them both a hug again.
Although relatively new to the family, I have fond memories of Grandma. She always had a wonderful smile for me, as well as an interest in what was going on in each of our lives. She has always been so kind and inclusive of me, which I've really appreciated. We love you Grandma!
A few of the things I will always remember about Grandma are the occasional sleepovers, the down pillows, and the wool blankets. I will always remember the rhubarb cake and white gravy over mashed potatoes.
I think Grandma and Grandpa were the last people on earth to get indoor plumbing. We were all so excited when it was finished on their anniversary. I remember how Grandma put a cake on top of the toilet and we took a picture. I was so wonderful not to have to make a trek out to the cold, dark outhouse in the middle of the night. I'll always remember Thanksgiving dinners and Easter at "The Rocks," deer hunting, wood gathering, and Christmas tree cutting.
I remember the smell of fresh bread, and sneaking the dough-which got us chased out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon, "cooked" ice cream, making butter in a jar, playing with the keys on the old door, scratch cakes and "Grandpa Tacos" on Sunday after church, cold baths in a small tin tub, I love you Grandma. I am glad that you and Grandpa could finally be together again. P. S. - Smokey the Bear and the pedal sewing machine.
--Ditto Paula and Denise, I also remember Grandma at St. Joseph's Villa in the Salt Lake Lake Home. She made friends with her roommate at the Salt Lake Home, and they were inseparable. I remember Grandma learning how to drive her truck, and going with the senior citizens all over! Surprising us all by going on a mission (surprise because our shy grandma was going to be a missionary). I remember Grandma getting after Paula, Denise, and me for laughing while we were eating popcorn. Huge breakfasts with hash browns, bacon (fresh), stack of toast, etc. Tin tub baths, cold trips to the outhouse (or around the corner of the house), playing King of the Hill on the old haystack, gathering eggs, feeding "Elmo" the pig with a bottle. Oh! And how could I forget Grandma driving so crazy the dog threw up!
I remember sleepovers with big pillows, and the big bear, Grandpa's mints and Pepsi (that we couldn't tell our parents), Grandpa's whiskering, and Grandma's chocolate cake, her rhubarb cake, her scrubbing the floors on her knees, trips to "The Rocks." Most recently, I cherish the memories of the last week I spent in the hospital with her (she loves us, wants us to stay close to the gospel, worries about us and loves Grandpa). I choose to remember my "plump and loving Grandma."
Saturday night baths in the old tin tub, with Grandma adding hot water from the tea kettle, cooking over the wood stove, her quiet smiling face, working with Grandma and Grandpa cleaning Turner's, G&L, and Wayne's Grocery Store, her cooked ice cream. She was always working in the house or with Grandpa. She was a very hard, hard working lady.
My memories of Grandma are filled with happiness. I was privileged to have a relationship with her when her health was great. I would come home from kindergarten and Grandpa and Grandma would come pick me up. We would go fishing at Sandwash as we went to pick up whey for the pigs. I remember doing custodial work with them at RJH, and G&L, and I remember our visits to Cash Meat Store. How could I forget sitting down to dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, when they would eat their milk and bread with salt and pepper. Grandma would fix my favorite-a can of spinach (I was too young to know I wasn't supposed to like it). But my favorite food of all was on Sunday when Grandma would make her white gravy over mashed potatoes. That could only be topped when every now and then she would make double-baked potatoes. I'll never forget the walk with Grandma to the mailbox, or her apricot, plum, and rhubarb jams. Her rhubarb pies were the only ones I'd every really eat. The walks with her or Grandpa to the outhouse in the middle of the night are also cherished! And then there were the times I would try to get her attention as she drove by in her pickup. She would concentrate so hard on the road, that you could honk and wave and flash your lights, and she would never even see you. Last but not least, I love the way she would look at you and listen to you. She loved me, and I love her.
I remember the eight-loaf bread pan, homemade rolls (which Grandma called biscuits). I loved the trips out the haul wood from Gilsonite Draw or Nine Mile. I remember playing King of Bunker Hill on the haystack (and someone always got the wind knocked out of them). I remember having to take turns taking baths in the old tin washtub. There were the morning pheasant hunts or rabbit hunts followed by huge family meals in the afternoon. I can remember measuring how tall I was against Grandma's apron. And of course, I remember the trips to the outhouse, especially in the middle of winter at night time, when I was sure anything from a rattlesnake to the Boogie Man would "get me" before I got back safely to the house. I also remember Grandpa heating up the coal stove, where Grandma would cook on. I have a vivid image of Grandpa lifting the cover, and stirring around the glowing coals, then put the cover back on. I was fascinated. I remember Grandma's apricot nectar. When she gave us nectar for Christmas one year, it was a special treat! The corral, chasing chickens, throwing eggs, ditching the little kids, shooting frogs and prairie dogs. I remember riding Dot and Blacky. I remember Grandpa's old .22 with the bailing wire around it. One of the things I remember most is Grandpa's wood pile. As I've typed up everybody's comments, it reminded me of a poem I wrote some time back about the woodpile, and I'm enclosing it. It has been a treasure to me. I hope you will find yourself smiling and remembering as you read it. I may try to add a new end to it, since I wrote it many years before Grandma died. I guess you'll know if I was successful by the time you get to the end of the poem.
Grandpa and Grandma lived on a farm.
In Summers we'd often stay there.
With Grandpa, Grandma, Dad and Mom,
And Cousins, we'd work and play there.
I remember fields of grain and a shallow pond.
I remember the stack of hay.
I remember a tractor, a green John Deere,
Where Grandpa would let us play.
I remember out back, not far from the house,
Was a thing that would make most folks smile.
Along a fence line, for about 300 feet,
Was Grandpa's gigantic woodpile.
It stood 12 feet tall, if it stood a foot,
And about 12 or 15 feet wide.
It stretched from the gate up by the ditch
To the cottonwood by the roadside.
And every summer, spring and fall
We'd make the trip to Gilsonite Draw,
To load the truck, trailer and all
With pinion, fresh-cut with the chain saw.
Then back to Grandpa's farm we'd go,
And add to the woodpiles strength:
Sometime the height, sometimes the width,
But most often, the length.
One thing made made laugh back then:
There was no place to burn all that wood!
Grandpa's house had an old coal stove.
That pile would do him no good.
But he didn't sell or share the wood.
The pile just grew and grew.
Then one summer we worked on the house.
And a chimney stood tall and new.
Now Grandpa finally had a place
He could burn all his pinion pine.
But instead of working the woodpile down,
He built it up on down the line.
And then one day we got a call.
Grandma was on the phone.
Grandpa has passed beyond the veil,
And Grandma was left alone.
Grandpa left that pile of wood
'Cuz he know Grandma would need it.
And on winter nights, when the fire burned low,
There was plenty of wood to feed it.
Twenty years have come and passed
Since that spring that Grandpa passed.
And though the woodpile is getting small,
Somehow it managed to last.
And with each passing year I wonder
How much my Grandpa knew.
Grandma's getting quite old herself.
When the wood's gone, will she go too?
I sometimes think of Grandpa,
Waiting still beyond the veil,
For his sweetheart "Ma" to join him
At a hearth in heaven's vale.
And there they'll build a heavenly blaze
Of something quite like pinion pine,
And the flames will dance and crackle
In their fireplace divine.
One of the memories that sticks out most in my mind of Grandpa is on a trip with him to get whey from the creamery. When he went to move one of the barrels partial full of whey and cut his hand. The cut must have been pretty deep because he was bleeding everywhere. He reached for his hanky, wrapped his hand and went back to work like nothing ever happened. By the time we got back in the truck, the hanky was red with blood. He went back to his house, unloaded the whey, then he went into the bathroom cleaned the cut, with alcohol, of course, then went on with his day like nothing ever happened. While I have memories of the pink(well mostly pink) mints, Pepsi, family style licorice bags. The above memory is the one that I think of most represents Grandpa and Grandma, Two tough cookies who did what they thought had to be done without any hesitation or complaints.
I have many memories of Grandma, I will always cherish the time i was able to spend with her ,
after I worked at the sale barn on Saturdays, I would go split and cut wood and haul wood in for Grandma or just go visit. The rhubarb cakes for my birthday. The time I was able to spend with her in the nursing home are times I will never forget , Taking shakes and chocolates to her there. Taking the kids to visit, Tommy and Taylor were just taking about "Grandma Great" the other day. and how she would hide things for them in her bottom drawer in a tissue box under a few tissue's
I am so grateful that I lived close enough that my kids were some of the few great grand kids to get to know their "Grandma Great."
I also will never forget the time alone I got to spend with Grandma the night she passed away. Listening to her talking to Grandpa, (Pru) and her Brother Ben. Then when Lee took me aside prior to her funeral and telling me that he wanted me to take his place as a pall bearer. I feel that I have been truly blessed by not only having them as my grandparents but getting to know them, especially Grandma, on a personal level.