...my Grandpa Laird (was a picker, lived off coffee and sweetrolls 'til well into his nineties, loved to fish, had a wet kiss. I'd kiss him first, then my Grandma would dry it off with her kiss and they didn't see me wiping off anyone's kiss.)
...my Grandma Jensen (excited beyond belief to see you, was a hummer, had a candy drawer with hard marshmallows and Black Jack gum, made bread in old cans)
...my Grandpa Jensen (seemed stern, was tall and handsome, the epitome of the American farmer)
...my Aunt Rae (made butter, cleaned eggs, had a great giggle, open policy on the candy dish)
...my Uncle Paul (would play knuckles with you 'til you swore you might die from the pain, always cheerful and would have you tell him about yourself, kind of a tease)
...Gwen (loved people and all their business, kept count of relatives in attendance at all family functions, always had a new project)
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| Orem Cemetary, Gwen's gravesite |
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| Orem, Payson and Mapleton cemetaries, then breakfast at Village Inn |
