Sunday, November 21, 2010

Nov 26, 2010

Share your favorite funny story of me as a child.

Strange there is really only one funny story that sticks out at this time and it is about Hayden. So I will relate it and then as I can remember others I'll try to add to this post.
Marie called me at work one day and asked frantically how to use the camera. She then used it and we have proof of the fact that Hayden is very blonde or at least was for one day. Marie had been baking and he was only about two years old but somehow pulled a bowl full of flour off the counter and onto his head leaving a ghostly blonde little boy sitting amid a world of white flour. We have smiled over that memory for many years.

One not so funny but still in my memory was actually a series of events.
Tia we called the Tick magnet because no matter where we went where there might be ticks she would get them on her. One day in fourth grade (we don't remember for sure which grade) she had two teachers one lady in the morning and another lady in the afternoon. Well the morning teacher found the tick and wasn't too worried about it as long as we got it out when she got home but the afternoon teacher freaked out and we had to go get her and have it removed at once.

Ben was a pizza delivery boy for Slice A Pizza when he was in high school. One night he called and told me the car wouldn't stop roaring. The engine was racing at full speed. Marie and I went over and I ended up riding on the engine holding the throttle back while he drove over the Max's Car Repair shop where they found that the cruise control had stuck. He removed the link to the throttle and we drove it that way the rest of the time that we owned that car.

Jeff's memory was one day when he was coaching soccer and he came running into the house looking for something and soon after a neighbor from on Larsen's lane showed up and was wanting to talk to him about driving 40 miles an hour down the road. He had motioned Jeff to slow down but Jeff motioned back to him something that made him mad so he got in his car and followed Jeff home. I cooled him down and said that I would take care of it. He didn't actually live on that road he was just there with his dad when the event happened. Jeff to say the least was pretty hot about it and so was the other guy.

Loren has a series of funny stories that have followed him. The funnest one was when as a family we went to the National Jamboree in Virginia and visited a number of sites while on the trip which included the Statue of Liberty. For some reason, and this was probably fear in a two year olds mind, he cried all the way up the narrow steps to the top of the statue where we were able to peak out small holes to the little people below in line waiting for their turn to come up. I am not sure what everyone else behind and in front of us thought but all I could do was carry him and keep telling him we could not go down because of all the people behind us, beside the fact that I wasn't going to go back anyway. When we got to the top he stopped crying and was just fine after that. We have it all on tape because I left the video recorder going the entire time as well.

OK So I'm on role and won't have to edit this later.
Brittany's was on the same trip when we were in West Virginia and had stopped at a Motel for the night. We had two rooms and while carrying in the luggage Tia and Brittany were in one of the rooms. Somehow Britt pulled a set of lockers down on her and had cut her head open. Tia couldn't do anything about it and for some reason the rest of us were locked out. When we finally got in I cleaned up Britt and then we went to the pool where the owner of the building was at and was also a doctor. He looked at her and did the necessary first aid. It was not funny at the time but since then has become one that has put a smile on our faces several times.

I am sure there are many others such as when Marie and I went to Parent Teacher's conferences and were told by Hayden's teacher that She has had to learn to tell any students that were sitting around Hayden to be quiet because it was obvious it wouldn't work with Hayden since every time she tried catch him and would ask him a question he would not skip a beat as he quit talking, told her what she wanted to know and would go back to talking.

Well that's it for now.

Nov 25, 2010

What were my other childhood addresses?

Besides the three addresses given we only lived in one other place and that was for only 6 weeks. It do not even remember the address but it was in the Jex subdivision in Spanish Fork on the bench across from Mapleton. We were there such a short time because the fellow who purchased the home on Maple Street heard that we had looked into buying it and so he called and asked us to move in for two years while he completed his occupation and could retire then move from California to Utah. So in January of 1983 he called and told us he was moving up in July. I then started looking around for a builder and we started this home on April 1, 1983 and moved into it on July 24, 1983. The loan was actually cleared on April 1, (April Fool's Day) but due to an unusually wet spring the builders, Roy and Dean Tew (Grandma Behrmann's cousins), were not able to start digging the hole for the foundation until May 24th or somewhere around that time. They were able to finish it two weeks after the owner of the Maple Street home moved to Utah and we had our things in this garage for that two weeks and lived in the old home with Grandma and Grandpa Behrmann for those two weeks.

Nov 24, 2010

What do you remember most about my first month of life?

It is all a blur now. With Ben and Jeff I was working as a TV repairman for American Television Service in Orem and for the rest of you I was working at Signetics, an Integrated Circuit manufacturer in Orem also. The thing that comes to mind first and foremost was the fact that we had a baby or another baby in our home and it was a lot of work and a lot of fun but mostly a lot less sleep during that first month after each of you came home. Usually Marie was in the hospital for three days with each of you as was the practice during that period of history.

Nov 23, 2010

What was the address of my first childhood home?

For Ben, Jeff and Hayden it was:
(Dawna and Scott's address now)
2023 S 800 West
Mapleton, Utah
84663

For Tia it was:
333 W Maple Street
Mapleton, Utah
84663

For Loren and Brittany it was:
(our current home)
2101 S 800 W
Mapleton, Utah
84663

Then sometime later the zip code was changed to 84664 for this address.

Nov 22, 2010

Many people remember just what they were doing when they heard of the assassination of President John F Kennedy. If you are not old enough to have that time etched in your memory, relate any other childhood story.
I was old enough alright and remember it well. Here is how I have written the story in my history.

President Kennedy's assassination

Nov 22, 1963 was a day that I would end up never forgetting. It was one of those days that in the years to come you would always be able to remember what you were doing, where you were doing it, and why you remembered it so well. I have had several of those years in my life and this particular one comes to mind now since it is Nov 20, 2005 when I am writing this and in two days we will remember as a country the day that John F Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas.

I was in elementary school, 4th Grade, and 10 years old. Mr. Leo Foy was my teacher and playing marbles was the highlight of our recess periods and lunch hours. We usually spent our recess in doors during this time of year due to the cold weather but that day we were outside. My school always made me think of the Texas Alamo even though I had never been there or visited it. The front had a part that was built like the front of the Alamo. Coming straight out from the front doors was a wide sidewalk that was level and had a couple of steps several feet apart that ended up making the sidewalk level with the street by the time it got to the street. My classroom was on the second story to the right of that built up part. We had to go up a lot of stairs as I remember to get to it. But at that age that was no problem since I was built to run so it seemed.

I had some real good friends and always played with them. Marbles was not always the choice of games because we would often play kickball or baseball. Other times we would play on the swing set, pumping as hard as we could until we several feet in the air and then bailing out to the ground below. It was a contest to see who could go the highest before bailing out. I think back on it now and wonder why we didn’t have numerous broken legs and arms from the activity. Then there were the days when we simply chased the girls for whatever reason but mainly because it was fun and some of them were really cute.

This particular day however I was content to play marbles on that huge sidewalk in the front of the building. It was our noon recess so we had a little extra time to play. I had my favorite taws just like everyone else but I don’t remember ever really playing marbles for keeps. It always seemed more fun just to see how many we could win and then give them back to each other at the end of the game. There were just two of us playing that day as I remember but I can’t remember who the other person was at the time. Someone came out of the front doors in a rush yelling to us to come inside because Pres Kennedy had been shot. I don’t remember any of the rest of the day but do have some memory of the funeral services a few days later.

It was ten years later, while serving as a missionary in Texas, that I had an opportunity to go to the place where it had all happened and to see where the motorcade had gone and where the rifle had been fired. There was a special exhibit in an old building that housed all of the information. I remember it being a somewhat dumpy part of Dallas and understand that in the years since my mission it has been cleaned up and made into a very beautiful memorial for JFK.

One month and four days later, the day after Christmas, Grandma Poulson passed away in our home after suffering for an extended period of time from the effects of a stroke. That is another story but part of that memorable holiday season of that year.

Nov 21,2010

If you have a baby picture of me to share, place it here.

Ben Kent Poulson
Payson Hospital
Dr. Thomas Judd
Feb. 23, 1976
Monday, 6:13 A.M.
6 lb 9 oz
21 1/2 inches long





Jeffery Kermit Poulson
Payson Hospital
Dr. Thomas Judd
Oct 31, 1977
Monday, 4:39 A.M.
8 lbs 11 1/2 oz
20 inches long





Hayden Verl Poulson
Mountain View Hospital
Dr. Thomas Judd
Oct 16, 1979
Tuesday, 3:03 P.M.
7 lbs, 13 oz
20 1/2 inches long





Tia Marie Poulson (Underwood)
Mountain View Hospital
Dr. Thomas Judd
Aug 27, 1981
Thursday, 8:32 A.M.
7 lbs, 9 oz
20 inches long




Loren Ray Poulson
Mountain View Hospital
Dr. Frampton (Judd was on Vacation)
Jan 26, 1985
Saturday, 3:40 P.M.
10 lbs
21 1/2 inches long





Brittany Poulson (Averett)
Mountain View Hospital
Dr. Steven Nance (Judd had retired, he had been the one who delivered Marie as well)
Apr 22, 1987
Wednesday, 8:0 P.M.
7 lbs, 11 oz
21 1/2 inches long





Jeffery and Ben