Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Leonard Oleen Jenkins 12 Sept 1910 to 24 Feb 1933
Second son (only two children) of David LeRoy (Roy) Jenkins and Mary Alice (Mamie)Earl
I think about my Grandpa and I have to blink the tears away. Grandpa died at the age of 28 (my father also died at age 28). I never got to see him or talk to him or get a Grandpa hug from him. I just have so much love and respect for my Grandpa's Brother my Uncle Stan that he would write words telling me about My Hero Grandpa Oleen and the wonderful person he was.
I waitressed for many years and Jr. Nagle (my daughter in-law Sharee Nagle Miller's Grandpa) who also told me about my grandpa Oleen.
Jr. said that he always looked up to him like he was a hero and he wanted to be like Oleen.
Jr. said that the kids in Parker loved Grandpa and followed him around and that he would give them candy and rides on his horse or in the buggy. Oleen had the most beautiful hair and when he would take his cowboy hat off Jr. loved to see how dark and thick and shiny it was. He said Grandpa was the kindest man ever. I can still see the tears in Jr. Nagle's eyes when he talked about my Grandpa. Thank you Jr. Nagle I will always love you for the stories you told me, even though you whispered and I had to strain to hear your words.
The following story is about My Grandpa Oleen
My brother, Oleen was a big healthy looking man: but many days of his life he was in pain.
One time when he was a little boy, my folks took him to the dentist. When he came home, he had all his teeth in a little bag in his hand. Later on he had an impacted wisdom tooth, and the doctor in our town (Saint Anthony, Idaho) didn't know how to treat him.
One time when he was a little boy, my folks took him to the dentist. When he came home, he had all his teeth in a little bag in his hand. Later on he had an impacted wisdom tooth, and the doctor in our town (Saint Anthony, Idaho) didn't know how to treat him.
About that time, a fine doctor came to St. Anthony. My folks took my brother to see him about treatments. He looked in my brothers mouth, told my Dad and Mother exactly what was there, named it, said it was nothing to worry about, he would treat it right now. He lanced and drained the poison from the pocket that was in the roof of Oleen's mouth, told my folks to take him home, he would soon be well.
From that day on the trouble started. Dad took him to a dental convention in Salt Lake. The doctors there found an impacted tooth, which they removed. They advised Dad to take Oleen to Mayo Brothers for treatment, and they made two or three trips to Mayo.
After they came home there was a trip every week for many years to Dr. Cowan in Salt Lake for radium treatments. My father and mother were with him nearly all the time.
After they came home there was a trip every week for many years to Dr. Cowan in Salt Lake for radium treatments. My father and mother were with him nearly all the time.
Oleen was nearly always on the job, rain or shine, severe pain or not. He would spend all the time he could with our sheep, a job he thoroughly enjoyed. I never ever heard him complain about his lot in life.
The years my brother was so sick, it required a lot of Dad's time, having to be with him. It cost a lot of money that was hard to come by. We learned to get along on what we had. The only thing I took from my paychecks was money for some Bull Durham and a pint of bootleg whiskey. Then I'd go back to work.
From the book 'Reflections of a Cowboy' by Oleen's brother Stan Jenkins, a hard working, tough man who married a school teacher my Aunt Mary who tamed him and typed all the words to his book. Uncle Stan was a very good uncle and treated me so kindly.
Julie Sue Jenkins Miller 07-29-2008
There were 4 wells on the Juniper Desert. West to east was the Jenkins Well behind Juniper Buttes, then the Rigby Well, then across the Red Road was the Rudd Well then north of Black Knoll was the Miller Well) and three bands of sheep. My Jenkins family had a ranch with a well out on Grassy (the north side of Junipers) they had horses and some cattle and three bands of sheep. They were well off for the days because of the hard work my Great Grandpa Henry did frieghting etc. Grandma Maime and Grandpa Roy did everything they earthly could to save my grandpa, for that I am grateful.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Family Fun surrounds Pioneer Day's
It was great to get together and make memories together.
Friday the 25th we attended Grandma Dorla's Rudd/Jenkins Reunion and had such fun.
The whole Miller family was there, no one wanted to miss the fun.
Meeting with our cousins and aunts and uncles was a great experience. It seems that no matter how long it's been since we were last together, it's like we were never apart.
At first meeting we hugged, visited and laughed. After getting aquainted the kids played, the young men worked (hanging a tarp on the roof), we all took great pictures, enjoyed delicious food and really enjoyed each others company.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Your Grandpa Jenkins
Henry Evan Jenkins was born Febuary 22, 1855 at Kanesville, Iowa to Evan and Anne Jenkins, imagrants from England.
He was adventureous, mischievous and often teased other children. When he was four years old he was playing with a neighbor girl named Jennie Duncan, who one year older. He pushed her into Misquito Creek. She floated down the creek crying for help and grabbed onto a willow bush. Henry got frightened ran down the creek and pulled her out of the water. When his parents learned of the incident they asked him why he pushed her in and he said, 'Cause she's always bossing me around.'
One day older children showed the little children that when you drop a cat it always lands on it's feet. So Henry decided to try it out on the family cat. He and the cat climbed to the roof of the house which was about eight feet high. Henry tried to throw the cat off but the frightened cat caught Henry's clothes with it's claws and pulled him off the roof too. Henry landed on the cat and both were just fine.
One day a neighbor lady was babysitting and very being busy with the younger children she didn't know that Henry and William, an older brother, were fighting over a hatchet. Henry wanted it and put his hand on the chopping block. I'm sure he thought that this would make William forfeit the hatchet. But no way, William chopped down on Henry's middle finger cutting it off at the first joint. The babysitter sewed the finger on with needle and thread all the while Henry cried. She bandaged it the best she could to stop the bleeding. Henry carried his hand with his fist doubled up so that when it healed he his middle finger grew back bent and remained that way the rest of his life.
Another time he rolled down a hill in a barrel and got so skinned up and dizzy that he never did it again.
These little stories help us to know the real person our Grandpa was. He had hard times and good times and we appreciate his life.
He was adventureous, mischievous and often teased other children. When he was four years old he was playing with a neighbor girl named Jennie Duncan, who one year older. He pushed her into Misquito Creek. She floated down the creek crying for help and grabbed onto a willow bush. Henry got frightened ran down the creek and pulled her out of the water. When his parents learned of the incident they asked him why he pushed her in and he said, 'Cause she's always bossing me around.'
One day older children showed the little children that when you drop a cat it always lands on it's feet. So Henry decided to try it out on the family cat. He and the cat climbed to the roof of the house which was about eight feet high. Henry tried to throw the cat off but the frightened cat caught Henry's clothes with it's claws and pulled him off the roof too. Henry landed on the cat and both were just fine.
One day a neighbor lady was babysitting and very being busy with the younger children she didn't know that Henry and William, an older brother, were fighting over a hatchet. Henry wanted it and put his hand on the chopping block. I'm sure he thought that this would make William forfeit the hatchet. But no way, William chopped down on Henry's middle finger cutting it off at the first joint. The babysitter sewed the finger on with needle and thread all the while Henry cried. She bandaged it the best she could to stop the bleeding. Henry carried his hand with his fist doubled up so that when it healed he his middle finger grew back bent and remained that way the rest of his life.
Another time he rolled down a hill in a barrel and got so skinned up and dizzy that he never did it again.
These little stories help us to know the real person our Grandpa was. He had hard times and good times and we appreciate his life.
Our Pioneer Heritage
This time of year we remember those great men and women who came before us. The earlier family members who through their choices influenced who we are today. These pioneers came into unsettled land, widened deer trails that are now our roads, surveyed and established boundaries to protect rights, dug water ways and built homes. All for one important reason. To make a better way for the people they loved, their families, present and future. I pay tribute to Jennie Sue for all the little blocks she has painted and given so graciously to all of us. She knows without a doubt, just like our ancestors that- Family is everything!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
The shortest of the Stoddard Family!
Broc told me that Alyn wet on his pants. Cole and Broc look like proud brothers.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Kaitlen reaching for leaves.
The kids rode the horse everywhere all over the ranch. Here you can see Kaitlen reaching for the leaves on the tree.
Summer is here!
Hi family,
Glad you could take a minute and see our brand new family blog. Everyone is invited to add info for all that is going on in our busy lives. A few days ago the kids came to ride Magic and included are the pictures we took. We had great fun and everyone is a great rider.
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