Today is my Grandma Hiatt's birthday, June 30, 1911. She would have been 97 years old today. There is so much that I would like to write about her and I literally have hundreds of memories from times that I shared with her. For this post I am going to focus on a few of the memories that I am thinking about right now. I have a feeling this is going to be a long post.
Grandma was born to John Lewis and Mary Jane Turner Eynon. Her given name was Maxine L. Eynon. She married Edward Mondell Hepworth. Dell passed away and Grandma later married Wilford Hiatt. Thus, her name Maxine L. Eynon Hepworth Hiatt. Grandma was a beautiful woman to me and I admire her so much. I always felt secure and confident in her love for me. Occasionally I see my Mom do things that remind me of her. It is kind of fun.
Let the memories flow...
I was fortunate to have the opportunity to live with my Mom and Grandparents in their home when I was a baby. We lived with them until I was almost three years old. I think I was blessed to have this opportunity. I always felt safe and secure in my Grandparents home. It was a safe haven for me. This is their home at 627 West Haliday in Pocatello. I occasionally drive by, look, and remember. I had many good times in this home.
Because my Grandpa Hiatt retired from the Union Pacific Railroad, my Grandparents had lifetime rail passes for travel on the train. Grandma cared for me when my mom worked and, once in a while, she took me on the train with her. We went to visit my Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins.
I believe one of the earliest memories I can recall is of riding on the train with Grandma to Boise. The memory I have is related to going to the dining car from the passenger car. I remember Grandma opening the door of the passenger car we were in and me seeing the floor moving where the two cars connected. She was holding my hand and I remember being afraid to cross over the floor because it was moving and making loud noises. I didn't want to fall. I am sure I resisted but with her help we crossed over and she opened the door to the dining car. I remember sitting it the dining car by a window and the cook talking to us. I think that I remember this because of the fear I felt to cross over the floor that connected the two cars. I couldn't have been very old. I love to see passenger trains and I cannot see one today without thinking of Grandma.
Later passenger trains were given a new name, Amtrak, and took a different look. Grandma's pass worked for Amtrak too and she continued to use the service to go and see those she loved. I remember picking her up at the train depot many times early in the morning. Usually 3:00 a.m. or so. Amtrak doesn't service Idaho any longer and the depot here is now used for offices for the Union Pacific Railroad.
I have had a few opportunities as an adult to travel places by train and I love it. I think that is because of my trips with Grandma when I was so young.
Grandma had a gift with people. It seemed that she loved everyone and everyone loved her. I think that is something that I learned from her, friendship and kindness. Grandma loved people and she valued their friendship. It is because of her kindness and warmth, that her friendship was valued too. It seems to me that everywhere she went she knew someone. If she didn't know anyone... well... she became acquainted with somebody before long. I don't think she ever met someone she considered as a stranger. She loved to help people. I think she was quite a compassionate person. I would like to hope that I have some of that DNA in me. What greater compliment than to be considered a "people person?" A person of service, love, and friendship.
I cannot think of Grandma without thinking about her car...the car everyone probably remembers her driving...her green Volkswagon Bug! There is a story of how she got that car...I think it came from my Uncle Murray and Aunt Lili. It wasn't the fanciest bug on the block but, no matter, it fit my Grandma. My Mom had a bug too, so I had many drives in them. One of my favorite rides was to Price's Corner for home-made fries and a Coke! I love Volkswagon Bugs to this day.
A fun memory I have about Grandma's bug came when I spent the night at her house. It happened to be the night someone else fell in love with her car too. In fact they liked it so much, they stole it. The bug was missing. Grandma was so upset. The police came and then my Aunt JoElla, Troy, and Jane picked us up and drove around looking everywhere for her car. We didn't find it. It was recovered a few days later. Vowing to never let the car get stolen again my Grandparents came up with a plan to keep the car secure...every night they chained it to the telephone pole out in the front of their home :). I am chuckling and also have a tear in my eye as I write this. It worked. I don't remember the car ever getting stolen again. Every time I see a Volkswagon Bug, no matter what color, older or newer, I think of Grandma. I wish we could go for a drive in that bug again with her, what fun we would have now!
Grandma knew how to cook! I think that she developed this talent from living on ranches and from preparing meals for the ranch hands. I don't know? I remember Grandma cooking huge meals...You know...the meat and tators kind. I am not kidding...huge, complete meals, every meal of the day. It always seemed to me like such a "spread of food" at their home. Everything always tasted so good. Grandma's just have a way of making things taste so good. You know that probably has to do with that extra little ingredient...LOVE!
I always liked it when we (brothers, sisters, and cousins) would spend the night with Grandma and she would make dollar size pancakes for breakfast! This, of course, was in addition to the six other choices of food we had on the table :). I think I ate tons of them every time she made them for us. I loved sitting around their kitchen table sharing a meal with Grandpa and Grandma. What a treat. I always left their kitchen full, physically and spiritually too. If you know what I mean? ;) I really miss all of that you know.
Grandma was athletic too! She broke her ankle playing kickball a few weeks before I was born but, I think that her favorite sport as a Senior, certainly had to be bowling. Grandma bowled on a couple of Senior Bowling Leagues. It seemed that she had a lot of fun doing this. On occasion she would allow us to go with her on "bowling day" and I must say that it was fun to watch her. She made a lot of friends bowling too. I loved it when she would let us go with her and I was always so proud that she was my Grandma. Many times she would "treat" us after she was done bowling; Lunch, an ice cream, candy bar, pop...whatever, it was just fun being with her. Once in a while she would take us bowling too. We had a lot of fun bowling with her. I wonder what her highest scored game was?
Grandma loved to sew and quilt and she was kind of crafty too. I remember many times going to her home and seeing a quilt on frames or her working on an embroidery project. Some people were lucky enough to receive her work as a gift, but because of her ability many people paid her to quilt for them. She was good at it. I remember her making me a quilt for my sixth birthday. I loved it and wore it out. It seems to me that she completed each stitch with love and that is what made her work so special.
Another gift that I believe Grandma had was her testimony of the gospel, Heavenly Father, and Jesus Christ. She seemed to have great faith in the Lord. I appreciate her faith and strength. I feel lucky because not only was I taught the gospel in my home, but I know that I was taught the gospel in her home too. She had a quiet strength when it came to spiritual matters. Many times I had the chance to attend church services with Grandma. I remember how neat I thought walking to church with her was. I wish that I could hear her share her testimony today. I think that it would be fun to sit and visit with her about spiritual things. What advice would she have for me?
Grandma loved Jackson Hole, Wyoming. She was born and raised there. I once had the chance to visit the land where her homestead is. The homestead is located on a majestic piece of property in the Teton Valley, looking out towards the Tetons. Certainly this is some of my favorite scenery in the world. It seems that many others like it there too as the value of Grandma's ranch would easily be in the millions of dollars today. It is easy to see why. I loved being there that day. I imagined what it must have been like for her as a little girl. I thought about her skiing down the hill behind their home. I wondered what it was that she did each day? What kinds of chores did she do? What were her animals like? I saw the school that she and her siblings walked to...and it was far... and I know the snow gets deep there...and I'll bet it was cold too. She was telling the truth when she said "When I was a little girl we had to...."
I remember Grandma telling me that when she was a little girl that they cut their own Christmas tree and that they decorated it with real candles, oranges, apples, and hand strung popcorn. Grandma always talked about her parents with admiration and respect. I believe that Grandma had a happy childhood in Jackson.
This is a picture I took when I visited the land where Grandma's home was. I loved it there and the Spirit I felt as I walked around the property. The quality of this picture isn't the best, but if you look carefully you can see the tetons in the background.
I love Jackson too. It is in my blood to love that place. I have had occasion to go there several times over the past few years. Each time I have visited, I have thought about Grandma and the roots I have there. It is an awesome thought. It is certainly one of the most beautiful places on earth to me.
One last quick memory. I volunteered with Grandma once at the church cannery in Pocatello. Grandma and I had the job of assembling and gluing the boxes for the cans to go in. While we were working I noticed Grandma look around to see if anyone was watching her. She must have felt like no one was watching her, but I was! She looked around as she carefully reached into a box that was near her and pulled out a handful of what looked like dried banana slices and put a few into her mouth and started to chew. Soon her delightful expression turned to one of confusion and distaste. She started spitting the slices back into her hand. It turned out that her snack, wasn't dried bananas, but was really small pieces of glue for the glue guns we were using to glue the boxes. Her expression was priceless. I laughed so hard that my side hurt. She laughed too. Grandma had a great sense of humor. She was fun to be around. I still laugh when I think about this story.
I could go on and on with memories and experiences. I love and miss Grandma. She, for me, is the only Grandma I ever knew. She was an amazing person in so many ways and I am certain of the love she had for her family, especially her children and grandchildren. I know it. This picture is of my Mom, Uncles, and Aunts sitting on the front steps of their Haliday home. I love each of these people. I believe that Grandma would say of them, her children, they they are her greatest success and joy.
In Loving Memory of Naomi Maxine Hiatt Johnson, My Aunt, who passed away a year and a half before my Grandma. She isn't in the picture above. I am using this picture because I love it. That's me with her and we look so happy. I miss her too.
Happy Birthday Grandma! I love and miss you so much. I am thinking of you today and always.
These are just some of my memories. I would love to hear some of yours. Please post a memory of Grandma in the "comments" section and I will post them in a later blog. I think that it would be fun to share. Enjoy remembering. I have.

































































