|A letter from Dad to his inlaws.|
3892 Carter Drive
So. San Francisco, Calif. 94080
September 22, 1980
Dear Clyde and Virginia,
Just a note to send along with these family pictures.
As you can see they came out very good. We have some for everyone but wanted
to get yours right out to you.
Virginia, in so many ways you have reminded me of my very
dear Grandmother Grover (Dad's mother). She was a lady with nine children
also. She was concerned about her family all the days of her life. She
was a Stake R.S. President for years and a temple worker. She was a very
spiritual lady that loved her family and the Gospel deeply. Missions and
education were always important parts of their children to participate
in. I could go on.
These 9 little souls you have brought into this
world also include 4 very handsome, good men. They are all four men in
the world and church that make this a better place to live in. They too
are concerned for their fellow man-kind and have done well in their lives
as they were taught by their Mother and Father. I am proud to call any
of them my brother — they are all neat people!
Love ya loads
p.s. This turned out to be more than just a note
as I said when I started.
|Written By Cornell A. Grover in Carolyn Smith's Ricks College Yearbook
- May 1955
The hardest part of writing to you in trying to get started and started right. I don't know exactly what to say or how to say it but I have really got a lot on my mind.
Do you remember what happened on Feb. 23, and then on the 25th. Those were the days, the start of everything. Really, I guess I should say that the 14th, 15th, and 16th, were the actual start of it all. How thankful I am for that band tour because it did me a favor nothing else could duplicate. It was this band tour that made me see the twinkling bright eyes of a cute little redhead sitting in the corner of the back seat of my fathers bus. After I had ridden clear to Salt Lake City with this bright eyed chap sitting right behind me I could see something, I wasn't positive what it was at first but I am now, in this girl that I have never seen duplicated in any girl and take it from me it was all very, very good. It was these things that made me decide to investigate the situation and that is exactly what I did. I have never been sorry for it since and never will. That small and sincere acquaintance we had at first has frown into something big and beautiful and I just hope and pray that that small acquaintance will continue to grow into something even bigger and more beautiful than it already is.
Each night when I take you home I hate to leave, even if it is for only a few hours, like everything because you are so tender, sweet, and kind to everyone that it makes it very hard for young men like myself to tear themselves away from things of that nature. Carolyn, the cleanliness and purity of your very good and gracious heart is incomparable. It is these beautiful features about you that make you so well loved and admired by all who associate with you. Your wonderful parents and brothers and sisters can really be proud of their oldest daughter and sister because it is girls like yourself that make this such a gold ol' world to live in.
"I have never been as satisfied and happy with a family in all my life as I was with yours that first Sunday we went to your place and spent the day. I enjoyed myself so much and was so happy when I got home that night that honestly, I was just about in tears. I just love everyone of them from your good parents all the way down to Sterrling. If they think one-fourth as much good of me as I think of them, I could be happy. Carolyn you are so fortunate and lucky in so many ways I just hope that the best of everything will always be yours as I can't think of a more deserving soul in all this little ol' world of ours I could go on for ages I think but it looks like the room is just about vanished. May our Father in Heaven always bless you in all your undertakings. You are a guiding light to all of us. Be good and I'll be seeing plenty of you this summer if I have anything to do with it.
With all my love,
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"The driftwood that lays upon a beach is worn to smooth beauty as much by the waves that return to the sea as those that rushed to the shore." ~ Ana
Seven years ago today, we buried my father. They say that in seven years, every cell of your body had regenerated itself, so very literally, you are not the same person you were then. I would have to concur. I am not the same person, I've lost some innocence. I'm gained some knowledge, and I've learned, that everything I thought I knew, only has led me to more questions than I ever thought possible.
I was my daddy's girl. He was a bear of a man, and prouder than a daughter, no man could be. He was there, still camera ready and missing half the shows as I tap danced, sang, played the piano and acted my way through grammar, Jr and High school.
He and I fought like cats and dogs, but we were both quick to burn, and quicker to forgive. I have much to thank him for. He was not the perfect father, then again, perhaps he was. Perhaps his foibles, allows me to accept mine. Perhaps his temper, taught me to mold mine into something manageable. Perhaps his quick judgement, taught me to never judge on sight. I know that his open heart, allowed me to be open to the world. I know that his fierce love of family, and of me, built my confidence to a level that nothing outside could take it apart like a fractured Lego castle.
Everyone who we allow into our hearts, changes us in some way. I am too, being honed by the waves on my California beach. . . softened by adversity, just as I'm strengthened by its crashing against my stubbornness. People have come into my life, and people have gone out of it. All of them have left their marks. Some have brought with them treasures from a sea I'll never experience. Some have taken from me, bits that I miss when I pause to consider it. A small and rare few, have remained close. Souls that resonate as the echo of my conch harmonizes with their own. I'd not change a single moment of my life thus far.
Thank you Dad, for letting me share the beach with you, perhaps you wouldn't mind me taking off my shoes, and dabbling our toes in some of that oh so refining rush of salt and sea and . . . see.
I'm becoming. . . more than I was, and less than I'll be.
Marsha Grover Steed
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