(This is one of my favorite pictures of all time--At the cemetery, after Kimball’s graveside service—my brothers and sisters)
At Martin’s Cove. This is the last photo of all 8 siblings together—Kimball, Ryan, Doug, Renae, Shauna, Marilyn, Kathryn, Rachelle
So, as per tradition, I use the month of August to think a lot about Kimball and the memories I have of him. Every year on his birthday, (since his death) I have shared one of those memories on this blog. I want my children to know as much as they can about their uncle, and how great he was.
At one point, it seemed like a fabulous idea. I was “living on the edge”, “going against the grain”…
Then, all of my friends started talking about Taylorview Junior High, and what classes they had together, and where their lockers were, and who their teachers were etc. All of the sudden, I felt like I had made the dumbest choice ever. Too bad it was too late to change my mind.
Because my mom is brilliant, she thought it would be a good idea to take Kimball and I over to Eagle Rock, so that he could show me around a little bit. She thought that might calm my nerves a smidge if I were a little more familiar with my surroundings. I’ve never done well with surprises. Kimball showed me the best route to my classes and introduced me to the combination lock on my locker. We practiced the route (and opening the locker) a few times, before I finally felt comfortable enough to go home.
The first day of school came, and with a bit of confidence, I walked through the doors with my new backpack and fashionable outfit. Because I was so timid, I was depending on my fashion to make me some friends. ;) My confidence was shot by third hour and I still hadn’t talked to a single person. No friends to speak of. (Perhaps, the wrong shoes? ;) Suddenly, panic took over as I realized that Kimball and I had not rehearsed a cafeteria scenario. I fought back the tears as I drug my feet to the lunchroom, knowing, I would be eating all alone.
I should have known that my brother would not forget me! As I walked through the double doors, there was Kimball, waiting for me. He walked with me through the lunch line (carefully advising which foods to avoid, and which foods were worth the extra quarter…i.e. peanut butter bars) and invited me to sit with him, and all of his friends. Most of those boys sitting at that table that day have become some of my dearest friends. It was through them, that I met some of my best girl friends, and I survived junior high.
So in his honor, I think I’ll go enjoy a school lunch peanut butter bar.
I wish he were here to have one with me.
Happy Birthday Bro.
Graduation June 1997-Joe Fifield, Brian Crandall, Luke Erickson, Kimball Hart, Doug Stokes, Ryan Griffeth, Chris Horton
These were some of the boys sitting at that table. They were 8th graders at the time. This picture was taken right after they graduated from high school. (Ryan Griffeth, Luke Erickson, Brian Crandall, Kimball Hart, Weston Davis, Doug Stokes)
5 1/4 c. powdered sugar
4 1/2 c. peanut butter
2 sticks butter
1 can evaporated milk
3 1/2 c. oatmeal
Cream together powder sugar, peanut butter, butter and milk. Add oats—blend. Spread onto a cookie sheet. Bake @ 350 for 15-20 minutes.
1/2 c. butter (melted)
2 lbs. powdered sugar
1 t. vanilla
2 T. cocoa (or more…always more….<3 chocoloate!!)
pinch of salt
1/4 c. milk
Mix together well. Spread on cooled bars.