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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My Lovely, Pleasurable Interview with My Great (Both ways) Aunt, Lavina Harper


What is the food that you most remember eating from your childhood?

My mother's hot biscuits

How long since you've eaten them?

In the Southeastern part of North Carolina, it was a given that people would eat homemade biscuits, sometimes three times a meal. The last time I ate them was when I was with (Kait's Aunt, Christy's Mom) Pam in North Carolina visiting my cousin Delma and her husband Jim. She makes wonderful biscuits.

What is the most beautiful flower, do you think?

My favorite in Hawaii was the yellow plumeria

The prettiest is a rose

Do you have a favorite quote of inspiration? If so, what is it?

As events happen, quotes or sayings pop into my mind. I can't think of a particular one... My father had many victorian sayings... "There's more than one way of beating the Devil around the stump" (meaning there's more than one way to do something.)

I still use them, particularly with my sisters because they can relate to them
Aunt Lavina with her friend, Winifred Morse and my Grandma, Neva Harper Smith

What sorts of things did you, Grandma Smith, and your other sisters do together when you were younger?

We played a lot with our cousins. We had three sets of cousins, aunts, and uncles within walking distance in a rural community. We played "Prisoner's Base." Neva was very good, she was Eagle Eye. I remember that I had to go stand in jail in the corner; I was crying.

We played volleyball and basketball and hide and seek outside. We'd make up plays and act them out on our porch.

Aunt Lavina grew up in Nahunta, North Carolina. This is a picture of the church house there.

My Father took us swimming. In the evenings, we played "Blind Man's Bluff." We were pleased when our father played.

My sisters liked to play with cutout dolls.

In the summertime, we'd draw pictures in the sand around our house, then grade each other with letter grades.

We would go barefoot and put our feet in the soil, and have a "little house" around our feet.

Aunt Lavina told me she wrote memories like these down about each of her sisters that she gave to them on their birthdays. Later, I got to see them. Here is the one she wrote about Grandma Neva:

Do you have a favorite actor and/or acress? If so, who?

Bette Davis is excellent
I enjoyed Jimmy Stewart - - It's a Wonderful Life - it's not Christmas without it
Audrey Hepburn
(Hooray!)
Greer Garson
Henry Fonda
Alan Ladd
Gary Cooper in High Noon (I don't usually enjoy westerns, but I did enjoy him in that.)

Could you please share with us a scripture? It doesn't need to be a favorite, just one you think should be shared.

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding (Proverbs 3:5.) This was an old MIA (Mutual Improvement Association) theme.

The 23rd Psalm "The Lord is my Shepherd."

From the Joseph Smith Wentworth Letters, my mission theme:

The standard of truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing... (... Persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame. But the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and dependent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, until the purposes of God shall be accomplished and the Great Jehovah will say, "The work is done.")
It's not a scripture, but it is very good. It's fulfilled as missionaries go throughout the world.

What is the most comfortable type of weather to you?

The low 80's, high 70's, like Hawaii. I like the humidity, it's kind to your skin.

(She mentioned before this that she can be comfortable anywhere. But her skin does feel uncomfortable to this day due to the dryness of Utah.)

What is a memory that stands out in your mind from your teaching experiences?

When I taught in Junior High, my favorite grade to teach was the 8th grade. One day, I was trying to teach them some manners. I was late for class, and when I got there, the whole class stood up at the same time and said, "Good Morning, Miss Harper."

(We both chuckle at this.) It was so funny!

At BYU Hawaii, one of my classes was very small, about six people. I could tell they hadn't read. I told them to come back when they had. I then went into my office. One student came in and she said, "I know you were disappointed in us today Sister Harper."

It was very nice that she was sensitive to that.

In Hawaii, the 30th of May was Lei Day. Many of the students would wear leis to class. It was a very nice, fragrant custom

I had a young man in my class who got a 'D.' He came in after and wanted me to change it. He swore at me and said, "I will get it changed."

A couple of years later, at graduation time, the faculty would leave and usually shake hands with the graduates. He came through the line, shook my hand, and said, "Thank you, Sister Harper." This helped to ease a sore spot. It seemed he had forgiven me.

Of course, no one can offend you, you just let yourself be offended.

What do you remember best about your mother and father?

I don't even remember them telling us they loved us, but it never crossed my mind. They showed it. I know they were proud of us, I wouldn't have done anything to make them ashamed of me.

We walked to school. My father always wanted us to walk together. He wanted us to be supportive of each other, to be loyal to each other.

He was very loyal of his own family. He had five brothers and two sisters. Just before he died he said, "let my brothers and sister know."

My sisters and I are close. I think he would be pleased. I can't imagine not talking to or writing to my siblings.

My Grandma Neva, Aunt Lavina, Aunt Wilma, Aunt Vivian, and Aunt Lettie


Cali and I would like to know: Where did the glass balls come from?

Here they are, in case you're wondering what we're talking about...
They are attached to Japanese fishing nets. They wash up on the shores of the pacific ocean. Usually when there is a storm, they wash up. They're from the beaches of Hawaii
Becky's Nick (Kait's cousin) loved to roll the biggest one up and down the floor. They're pretty sturdy.

(Wow. Cali, we knew it would be a good story!)

Aunt Lavina has not just lived in Hawaii, she's traveled all over the world. She has been to 54 countries, and all 50 states.

In the hallway of her apartment, this map is hanging on the wall:
The Pins are sticking in the places she's been

The ones that have little flags are the places she's lived

Are any of the places you've visited your favorite?

People always ask me that, I can't really say. I can say the most spectacular:

The Taj Mahal

The Pyramids

The Great Wall of China

Machu Picchu

Other places were beautiful, these were just the most spectacular.

To see the moon or sun rise or set out of the ocean is really spectacular as well

Could you please tell us some memories from your time in Hawaii?
A close-up of Aunt Lavina's map. The flag is where she lived in Hawaii, the pins where she's visited.

Aunt Lavina's time in Hawaii
Laie 1st Ward, July 1988
Aunt Lavina with Julia Cawer, April 1987

I worked in the Hawaii temple
Those were special times. It was busy, I was teaching full time and usually had a stake or ward calling.

While in Hawaii, I had the opportunity to go to Kalaupapa, a Leper colony. You had to have a permit from the health department to go. We could not take the sacrament, because those who were preparing it were lepers.

(She has pages written about this in her personal history. If I had had the time, I would have read more. Even the little I heard was fascinating.)

Aunt Lavina's Hawaiian quilt was used as a backdrop during a book signing
Isn't it just a lovely quilt?

Is there any advice you could share with us about traveling and showing respect for different cultures?

Elder Oaks said it best, we should learn enough so that our actions: the food we eat, the things we do, don't offend.

The Food?

My friend married a French woman. She could not understand the candied yams at Thanksgiving. It was almost offensive to her to have that sweet of a food with Turkey and the other foods.

(Again on respecting other cultures...)

It's always a matter of emphasizing the positive. I had a cousin with seven children, many of whom went on missions. She used to say, "when you go on a mission don't complain, even about the weather. Let the natives do that."

It goes along with negativism. People don't like you to be critical of their home. They might be critical of it themselves, but they don't want to hear others do it.

To sum up, be respectful of the customs of other people, even though they're strange to you; emphasize the positive.

What is the best tasting food you've had during your travels?

I don't mind trying new foods. My visiting teaching companion is from India. She just made me Dosas

I like them. I quite like a variety of things. A particular food that I miss from Hawaii is papaya. You can't get a good papaya here
(You can buy good mango or pineapple, but not papaya.)

To say a specific food, in a specific country, I couldn't say.

Is there a place that you've never been that you'd still like to visit?

I would've liked to have taken the train ride from Beijing, China to Moskow
Transiberian Route Map (Found Here)

Also, the train ride across Canada. I've seen much of Canada, but I know that is a wonderful ride.

I'd also have liked to have seen more of Africa, I think.

What is your favorite color?
Probably navy-blue, but I like some reds. (These are the colors I like for dress.) Pink is a pretty color too, and my house has warm colors.

Do you have a favorite song?
I love the hymns of the church - usually there's one for any occasion.

I have a very bad habit of humming. My neighbor calls me "The Hummer."

One woman said in the store, "What are you humming? Maybe I can join you!"

Are there any specific tender mercies or simple pleasures you enjoy that you'd like to share with us?
It doesn't take a lot to make me happy. Many of the tender mercies have come from other people. When I was in Hawaii, I had surgeries twice. One was for Thyroid Cancer. It was Christmas Eve. I had worked to get my grades in, and then gone to the hospital to have my surgery.

When I woke up from my surgery, Neva was there. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. She had flown over to be with me. Then she flew back to be home for Christmas.

Early Christmas morning, I woke up lonely, sort of apathetic (this is one of the effects of anesthesia.) I heard a knock at the door. It was one of my students, a little Filipino girl. She stood there with a pink carnation.
She said, "Merry Christmas, Sister Harper!"

I wasn't lonely anymore.

Before the surgery, the surgeon told me to bring in a necklace that I liked, and he would make the incision to match the necklace.

This was a very thoughtful thing for him to have done.

Is there anything else you'd like to tell us, any words of wisdom, or anything else you'd like us to remember?

I really do think there's great merit in being positive. People who are negative are hard to be around. You don't have to be oblivious or have your head in the sand, but there are a lot of good things in life.

In the 5th Grade, when we did state reports, my hand shot up the fastest to choose the state I wanted. I chose Hawaii, of course. I knew my Aunt Lavina could help me with lots of interesting things to add to my report.

I was right! She lent me leis, gave me shells and a lovely wooden dish to put them in
I still have them!

I can also remember her sending me postcards and letters in envelopes with stamps for my stamp collection. They were always beautiful, exotic looking stamps.

Everyone in our family has at least one good memory of Aunt Lavina. It was great hearing them shared at her 75th birthday a few years back. She's very special to us.

Aunt Lavina was very good at being interviewed. I could just taste those buttery biscuits and smell the yellow plumeria and fragrant leis.

This is Aunt Lavina with Santa
She told me she signed up to have her picture taken with Santa, but he came when she was in her nightgown.

She was so kind to let me use her pictures.

Thank you, thank you, Aunt Lavina. It has most definitely been a pleasure.

Aunt Lavina's Collage:

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Smith Family, Cancer Warriors, Memories, and Old Photos

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.

- Jane Howard

We've had a bit of a shock the last couple days in the Smith family. If you read the Cancer Warriors blog which is linked to the side, you'll know what I mean.

My family has come together via technology during this time. We do this since we're spread out in different locations. Being far away from each other doesn't stop us.

Not only have Ross and Janie been bravely and beautifully cataloging Ross's cancer and giving us updates, the rest of the Smith/Werner families have been doing other things to communicate. If you could only read the many comments in text message, the Smith Family email, and even on good old Facebook. I wish everyone were lucky, nay, blessed enough to have a family like mine.

The Smith family has had to face hard times before. Grandma and Grandpa Smith are no longer with us, neither is our Uncle Roger. We've lost our Uncle Don too.

I have a single memory of my Grandpa Smith's funeral that I'd like to share with you:

I am singing with my cousins, standing up on a stage (one that can be found in most LDS cultural halls.) My Aunt Wanda is leading me in singing "Families Can Be Together Forever." I am singing it out, as loudly as my four-year-old lungs will go. I'm getting this happy, warm feeling. I'm having a moment of enlightenment: Families really can be together forever.

I've been thinking a lot about my family lately. Me and Shelby have put together some old photos that have needed to be scanned for a while now. I thought I'd share some of them with you, along with some memories, or if I wasn't born yet, speculations I have of them.

Here are the Smith siblings during the 70's. There's no need to question whether this is the 70's, look at the hair and bell-bottoms!
My Dad is wearing plaid ones. Also, a giant bow-tie.


This picture is one of those that's too good not to share. Aunt Barbara, Aunt Becky, and my dad are shown here:
Why? I don't know. All I know is it makes me laugh really hard.

I first remember meeting the Werner cousins in Kanab, Utah at our family reunion. I can remember jumping on a trampoline in my Jasmine nightgown. (Thankfully, you shall be spared a picture of this. It's funny the weird things we remember though, eh?) I remember all the Werners were there, including Ross and Wayne. I can remember running and playing tag with them. This was probably my first time ever playing night games.

Here is an old picture from that Kanab reunion. This is when the band of girl cousins first got together. (Why is Becca not here? I don't know. Maybe we can photoshop her in somehow.)

Me, Cali, Christy, and Holly

Me and Christy and Becca wrote letters to each other after the reunion. Those two sent me pictures of themselves and their siblings. Here's Timmy:

Here's Christy:
Oh how I wish I could find the other siblings' pictures. Also, I'm sorry for the bend in Timmy's picture. I'm sure there's a way to digitally fix it, so at least it's been scanned!


Christy and Becca lived in Arkansas. They were far away, but the other girl cousins still had some good times together. At cousin Barbara Jean's wedding, there were three rosy-cheeked flower girls who were just happy to be together


Little Manda was there too, looking at a ladybug


Here is Mom holding chubby Baby Shayna. Uncle Don is next to her, borrowing her hair. Holly is here too, being held by Jeff, her daddy


Later on, the girl cousins, including Christy and Becca, got together again for Grandma Smith's funeral. You cannot begin to understand the fun we had. It might sound strange that a funeral could have made us so happy, but just the fact that it brought the girl cousins together again made us joyful. We all camped out on Aunt Wanda's floor late into the night and laughed so hard, we cried. Cali laughed so long and so hard, she could not be stopped. I think she may have broken some kind of record with her laugh. It lasted a good hour.

At a family reunion, the girl cousins made a club. We put the first letters of our names together to form a club name. I do not know what the club name was, only that it existed.

The Smith family has lots of fun at reunions. We hold dances





The girl cousins had a blast at the dances
We learned new dances from our older, wiser girl cousin (or sister in Holly's case.)

Shay and Cali

Holly and Kait

Shelby and Becca (I know it's sideways, but it looks cooler this way.)

Our dances even had DJs

The older boy cousins were always mine and my sisters' heroes.

Nick, David, Paul, Cali holding Shelby, Shayna, Manda, and Kait

Paul, Uncle Blair, David, Nick, and Alan

I can't figure out why we got together on this Sunday, but we did:
David, Ross, Manda, DJ, and Shay

We had no older brothers, so getting teased by older boys cousins was the best!

Ross, Dad holding Shelby, Aunt Wanda, Manda, Shayna, and Kait

You can tell a lot from pictures. They help you to remember things too.

There are many precious ways to remember our families. Besides journals and scrapbooks, there can also be quote books. We're lucky enough to have a quote book from one of our family members who isn't with us anymore.

Uncle Don typed up many of his favorite quotes and compiled them in a binder. My mom, the journalist and resident philosopher, keeps them in her night stand. I'll leave you with one of Uncle Don's quotes, well, actually a poem he chose to record. Oh, and a link to one of my favorite Irish songs to go with it.

Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinklyrill, the first small fountain.

Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you have gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depths-- not until then can you know what love is.

- Henry Ward Beecher


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