Merry Christmas To All Of Our Awesome Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren~

Grandpa and I want to express our profound love for each and every one of you. We are so grateful to have you all as our posterity. You all bring great joy into our lives. Each of you make us proud with all of your talents and accomplishments.We are wishing for you a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Being on a mission during the Christmas Season has been so sweet. We have met, visited and taught around 15 different families or individuals. Each with different stories as to why they are no longer are active in the Church. Our hearts are sad because we know how much the gospel means in our life and it can bring such peace and joy into their lives. Most of these families are allowing us to visit with them on a regular basis and bring messages to them. We have also had the chance to teach a family that is non-members. They are born again Christians and they have a lot of questions. We have team taught them with the Elders. 
We have been enjoying working with the younger Elders and Sisters. We have a planning meeting each week with the Elders that we are working with and we will have them for lunch and planning on Christmas Day. I want you all to know that these young Elders and Sisters love the work and are enjoy finding and teaching about the true Gospel of Jesus Christ. 

Grandpa and I have been experiences so many moments with the spirit of the Holy Ghost. When praying to know what to say we find the words just flowing out of our mouth and we know it comes from the spirit and not from us. It is just so amazing and powerful to feel the spirit prompt and testify to us that the gospel is true. We love our Savior with all our hearts and are enjoying the opportunity to teach others of the Savior of our World. We hope you will all have your sights on Christ, a desire to serve a mission and/or marrying in the Temple. 

I thought for Christmas that I would share with you a very endearing story; enjoy!

There was a little crippled boy who ran a small newsstand in a crowded railroad station. He must have been about twelve years old. Every day he would sell papers, candy, gum, and magazines to the thousands of commuters passing through the terminal. 
One night two men wee rushing through the crowded station to catch a train. One was fifteen or twenty yards in front of the other. It was Christmas Eve. Their train was scheduled to depart in a matter of minutes. 
The first man turned a corner and in his haste to get home to a Christmas cocktail party  plowed right unto the little crippled boy. He knocked him off his stool, and candy, newspapers, and gum were scattered everywhere. Without so much as stopping, he cursed the little fellow for being there and rushed on to catch the train that would take him to celebrate Christmas in the way he had chosen for himself. 
It was only a matter of seconds before the second commuter arrived on the scene. He stopped, knelt, and gently picked up the boy. After making sure the child was unhurt, the man gathered up the scattered newspapers, sweets, and magazines. Then he took his wallet and gave the boy a five-dollar bill. "Son", he said, "I think this will take care of what was lost or soiled. Merry Christmas!"
By the look on his face, it was obvious the commuter was embarrassed by the question. But he smiles and said, "No, son. I am not Jesus Christ, but I am trying hard to do what He would do if he were here." 
And that, my friend, what it means to be a Christian, even on Christmas Eve. It's a matter of impersonation. (American Opinion, December 1971. pp. 13-14)

We love Christmas because of the real reason; the birth of our divine Savior Jesus Christ. By following His path you will find the true peace and joy that only the Gospel can bring into your hearts. 
Sending Christmas love your way!
Grandpa and Grandma

How My Dearest Grandmother Influenced My Life~

My Grandma and Me~

This is a picture of my grandma and I. My grandma's name was Dora Alice Peterson Tuttle Ogden.
I was her oldest granddaughter. Grandma was my Mother's Mom. She was the only Grandma that I knew. She had a profound impact on my life for just the few years that I was privileged to know and love her. She passed away when I was 12 years old.   It was so hard to lose her because I was blessed to be around her a lot. She was married to my Step Grandpa Ogden who was the only Grandpa that I had at the time. He was so kind and I knew he loved me as a granddaughter too. 
I have many fond memories of staying at their home and they would often take me in the summer to Fish Lake. We would stay in a trailer home that they had there. We went fishing on the lake and I loved being with them. Grandpa Ogden owned a dairy with a Ice Cream shop in front. I remember when I was about 5 years old they took me to the Ice Cream drive up window and Grandpa ordered me an Ice Cream cone. When I got it for some reason I smashed it up on the inside roof of the car. This car was a fairly new Cadillac. My Grandpa was so kind; he didn't even get after me. 
I loved sleeping in the extra bedroom in their home. It was a comfy bed and I felt like a princess. In the summer Grandma and I would go out on a porch swing and shuck peas. The fresh peas were so delicious. We would also break the ends off of the string beans. 
One time I went into the bathroom and found my grandmother's false teeth on the sink; I didn't have a clue why they were there. Later she came in and then I knew they were hers because her mouth was so misshaped with out the teeth.    
My sweet Grandma would tell me stories about her life. Most of her stories were about her years as a home town nurse in Richfield, Utah. These stories shaped my desire to become a nurse. I am so grateful for her loving example to me. 

My Grandma in her nursing uniform~

SHORT HISTORY OF THE NURSING CAREER OF

 DORA TUTTLE PETERSON OGDEN

MOTHER OF LEONE PETERSON GLEDHILL

            Dora Peterson was left a widow when her husband Ernest Peterson passed away on, April 5th, 1922 from the complication of the flu; pneumonia. Thus leaving her with three small girls to raise, Della, Leone and Alene. She was very ill with rheumatic fever the first winter after her husband died; and after she got well she decided she wanted to become a nurse. She was accepted for training to be a Practical nurse at the Cottonwood Stake Maternity home in Murray, Utah.

          It was very hard for her to leave her three little girls. Della stayed with our Grandpa and Grandma Tuttle in Glenwood, Utah during this time. Leone stayed with our Aunt Lill and Uncle Bill Sorenson at the Glenwood Fish Hatchery. Mother took Alene with her to Salt Lake City where she stayed with our Uncle Charles Peterson. After her training she returned to Richfield and bought a small home in the First Ward. We were all so happy to be together again.

          She started in Nursing in 1924 and it was so hard for her, she had to sell our car after our Father died, so most of the time she had to walk from one end of Richfield to the other, taking care of mothers and their new babies. There weren't very many people in those days that had automobiles to give her a ride. The babies were all born at home and she would take care of them for 10 days or more, night and morning. She received very little money and sometimes she didn't get paid at all. The most she would receive for each one was about $16.00 for the whole 10 or 12 days. She had to furnish her own bundles of sheets and clothes worn during the birth, which she had to wash and keep sterilized. Her Uniforms were all white cotton that she had to starch and iron; she was always immaculate with everything she did.

          She worked with all the doctors in Richfield, who were the following: Dr. H. Asay Dewey, Dr. John G. McQuarrie, Dr. Thomas R. Gledhill, Dr. Steiner, and Dr. David Gottfredson.

          She took care of about 600 mothers and babies during her nursing career; she also took care of patients with pneumonia, people recovering from surgery and anyone needing special care. She not only nursed some of them she helped clean their homes and anything they needed her for. She loved her work, so was good at it and was dedicated; everyone loved her and respected her.

          She decided to open a Maternity home in about 1928. She rented the large Jorgenson home on 1^st East and 3^rd South in Richfield. She took care of Patients other than maternity. They came from all the small towns in Sevier County, and Piute. It became too hard for her at that time; her girls were still so young and too much expense. She had to have extra help with cooking and cleaning, and she still had patients to that she took care of in their own homes in town.

          She didn't have time to have much of a social life. Her whole life at that time was her children and her work.

          In 1935 she decided to try having another Maternity home so she rented the Oluf Lund home on 4^th south and 1^st West in Richfield. The only hospital they had at that time was the home on Center Street ran by Mrs. Bean, which is now the home of Walter Wayland. She operated the only two Maternity homes they have ever had in Richfield.

         Grandma's life wasn't easy. She worked hard for many years. She married my Step Grandpa Ogden in 1938.  They were married for 20 years. She didn't have to work and she enjoyed her life with him. He treated her so good. They did travel some and she was able to have many of the finer things of life. She loved our Savior Jesus Christ and was a faithful member of the Church. She was kind and loving and I felt her love everyday that I had with her. My heart was broken when she passed away. 

Grandma wasn't well for the last two years of her life. She had to go to Ogden to have her gallbladder removed. The doctor said she wouldn't survive the surgery but she was given a blessing that her mission on earth wasn't over and she would survive. She did survive for two more years. She began having problems with her heart. She died June 10, 1958 in the Sevier Valley Hospital from a cerebral hemorrhage. I was so sad to lose her. She was my friend and best Grandma ever. I treasure my memories of her. 

OBITUARY OF DORA TUTTLE PETERSON OGDEN

Mrs. Dora Tuttle Peterson Ogden, 70 wife of Charles Ogden of Richfield died in a Richfield hospital Tuesday following a lingering illness. She was born on November 5, 1887 in Pinnacle, North Carolina, a daughter of Josiah and Sarah Catherine Barr Tuttle. She was married to Ernest L. Peterson Oct. 18, 1911 in Glenwood, Utah. He died April 5, 1922.

She was married to Charles L. Ogden August 12, 1938 in the LDS Salt Lake Temple for time only. (At this time she was sealed to her first husband Ernest L. Peterson, deceased)

For 15 years, Mrs. Ogden was a Practical Nurse having worked with local doctors on many cases. She was an active member of the LDS Church.

Survivors include her husband, three daughters, Mrs. W.W. (Della) Morehead, Dupont, Washington; Mrs. Millan (Leone) Gledhill, Richfield, Utah; Mrs. Kirtley (Alene) Bell, Monroe; eight step-children: Reed, Grant, Woodrow, Garth and Homer Ogden; Mrs. Max (Helen) Evans, Mrs. Kenneth (Dora Dean) Hendrickson, all of Richfield and Mrs. Sheldon (Shirley) Nielson, Springville; two brothers, Lee Tuttle, Salt Lake City; Jay Tuttle, Choteau, Montana; four sisters, Mrs. Georgia Powell and Mrs. Lizzie Daniels, Richfield; Mrs. Eva Heilesen and Mrs. Lillian Sorenson of Glenwood; 45 grandchildren; 13 great grandchildren.

Funeral services will be held in the Richfield Fifth Ward Chapel, Saturday at 2 p.m. the family requests that in Lieu of flowers, contributions be made to the American Heart Association Fund in her behalf.

I truly had an awesome Grandmother that influenced my life for good. I am so happy that I chose to be a nurse. I have so many tender experiences of being a nurse that I will share sometime. 

Wishing all of you wonderful grandchildren and great grandchildren the best that life has to offer. Just know that I love you each with all my heart and pray for you by name every night and morning. You are my precious ones. 

Happy Easter To All Of Our Marvelous Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren~

Hope you are all having a wonderful Easter Celebration remembering that Easter is all about that "He Lives". 
After much thought about all of you; we have decided to resurrect this blog just to communicate with you all. I wish it was possible to talk with each of you more frequently and or see you more often. We love each one of you with all our hearts and are so grateful for our large posterity. May you know that each day your names are mentioned individually in our prayers. I don't know how frequently you will receive a post from here; but it will be more often than it has been. These posts will be in response to perhaps a need that we feel might help one of you. We plan to share stories from our own lives and also those of your ancestors. 
I hope you will look closely at this beautiful picture of the Savior and Mary. I myself wonder what Mary must have felt at the instant that she recognized the Savior, her Redeemer. I would say that she felt tremendous joy and even increased loved for her beloved Master. I think there was a special bond between Jesus and sweet sorrowful Mary. She listened at his knees, walked with Him and observed His trial, and His cruel crucifixion. Now she was the first to know that He had Risen. May you all know that Grandpa and I know that He Lives, He Loves Us All and He Knows Our Names. 
We hope you are having the opportunity to listen and see the Prophet, Apostles and other leaders of the church speak this day in General Conference. The messages have been inspiring, uplifting, comforting and filled with the Spirit. Grandpa and I have needed Kleenex for our tears.
Grandpa and I have been through many life experiences. We have walked the path of adversity, doubt, health issues, children difficulties, financial concerns and many other struggles and trials. Through it all we have been faithful followers of Christ. His way is the way. We have felt the peace and comfort of the spirit when we have sought for it through prayers, scriptures and temple attendance. We know that prayers have been answered and peace has been given. Our greatest peace and revelation has come within the walls of the temple. Our weekly service there has brought us a great deal of joy. We pray that all of you will desire to have temple experiences. 
The world you are in is difficult and at times confusing; this is part of the plan. Your own faith will be tested many times. Our greatest desire is that you will follow our Savior Jesus Christ and the Prophet and Apostles of today. If you do this you will never be led a stray. 
Our testimonies are strong and true. My testimony began at an early age and although I had my own difficulties and a slight rebellious nature; I have always known that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is true. 
My parents were in active in our faith when I was young and our home was filled with contention. However, my parents came back into the gospel when I was 6 years old and the sweet spirit of love was felt in our home. May you all work hard to have peace and love in your home and especially in your hearts for one another. 
Sending Happy Easter wishes and lots of love and hugs your way!
Grandpa and Grandma

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