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Ethel Norton Dalton

I have been reading my scriptures on my new iPad that I got for Christmas and so I haven't accessed Gospel Library on my phone for a while.  When I opened it up today, the page that came up was Chapter 9 from My Heritage.  This is the section that I had highlighted…

George Albert Smith's 42 years in the Quorum of the Twelve were filled with noble service, despite episodes of poor health.  His eyes were damaged by the sun while serving for the railroad in Southern Utah, and surgery failed to correct his near blindness. Increased pressures and demands on his time weakened his frail body, and in 1909 he collapsed from exhaustion. The doctors order of complete rest eroded his self-confidence, created feelings of worthlessness, and aggravated tension.

During this difficult time, George had a dream in which he saw a beautiful forest near a large lake.  After he had walked some distance through the forest, he recognized his beloved grandfather, George A. Smith coming toward him.  George hurried forward, but as his grandfather drew near, he stopped and said, "I would like to know what you have done with my name."  A panorama of his life passed through George's mind and he humbly replied, "I have never done anything with your name of which you need be ashamed."

It's all in the Name

So, I have been busy working on my Ancestor 2014 Project this past month and I have mostly finished my chapter about Ethel Norton Dalton.

One thing that was really impressed upon me over the past few weeks has been "Names".

I heard something on Studio5 the other day about names.  The guests were asked about how they felt about naming their children and when other people have opinions about the naming of their child.

The guests all commented about their own names and whether or not they liked their names.

Then one guy stated that he thought that the best idea is to take a look your own family tree.  Find a name from your family history and give it to your child.  He felt that that was a significant way to bring generations together and give a child a sense of importance and belonging.  

Here is a letter about the name Ethel…

To Summer Ethel, 

When Grandma Esther May Norton was expecting Great-Grandma Ethel, she had a little girl just about 9 years old named Nellie.  Nellie was so excited about the new baby, and she could hardly wait for the baby to be born.  However, Nellie got really sick not too long before the baby was to be born.  She had  appendicitis. Now that is not a serious illness, but in those days, they had a hard time diagnosing it. They just thought that Nellie had a stomachache.  Her appendix burst, and she became very, very sick.  When it looked like she might not live, she asked her Mother, Grandma Esther May Norton, to get out all of the little baby clothes for the new baby, and to let her see them, and to please promise to name the new baby after Nellie's favorite aunt, her Aunt Ethel.  Little Nellie died on November 5, 1915 and the new baby was born on January 11, 1916.  It was a little girl named Ethel.  This little baby became my Mother and your Grandma Nan's Mother; your Mom's Grandma; and your Great-Grandma.  You would have been her first great-grandchild.  How neat that you are named after her.  She was a great lady, and you should be very proud to be named after her.

Love, Dolores

April 26, 1998

I had a lot of fun over the past few weeks, compiling pictures, looking up dates, finding stories, and asking questions.  I was fascinated as I looked through the names on my family tree and noticed how names are repeated from generation to generation and sometimes even repeated in the same generation.  

I was thrilled when I remembered that my Aunt Dolores had written this letter to Summer so many years ago and it seemed to appropriate to include it in the chapter about Grandma Ethel.

We sometimes tease Summer about the name Ethel.  It's not exactly hip.  It was, however, in the top 10 list of names in the 1910's.  Also in the list are names like Elizabeth, Lillian, Grace, Ruby, Emma. And many of those names are making a comeback.  But, sadly Ethel is not one of those making a big comeback.  Nonetheless, we are proud to carry on the name of Ethel in our family.  

Another name that is used multiple times is Nellie and Nell.  (Aunt Nellie in this above story, and my mom has a cousin, we refer to her always as Cousin Nellie).  Also, somewhere out there was a distant cousin named NanNell which tells us that my grandparents weren't all that original after all in coming up with a name like NanNell.  

BTW, my grandparents and Dolores have always referred to my mom as NanNell.  

Everyone else calls her NanNell or just Nan.

5 generations of Dalton

This is one of the approximately 150 photos that I "borrowed" from my Aunt Dolores last year, scanned last fall, and passed out to my mom, siblings, cousins, and Aunt Dolores on Mother's Day.
When we initially sorted through these photos, we assumed this was an important photo.  However, when I was scanning this photo and labeling it, I didn't know exactly who it was.  I emailed the photo to my mom.  She had a hard time identifying the women in this photo.  She guessed that they were Daltons--because they obviously we NOT Nortons and because they had a "Dalton look" to them.
Well, I got an email from my cousin, Melinda a few days ago.  They had taken a closer look at the photos and were able to identify these 5 people.  It is a 5 generation photo and according to Dolores, they are...
Grandma Catherine Melissa Hulet Dalley, (my Great-Great-Grandmother:  18 May 1860 (Springville, UT)- 28 November 1856 (Joseph, UT; buried in Circleville))
Grandma Ida Marilla Dalley Dalton, (my Great-Grandmothe:r  10 September 1884(Summer, UT)- 30 April 1976 (Circleville, UT))
Iola Melissa Dalton Macintosh, (my Grandpa, Morgan Leon Dalton's sister:  26 February 1907 (Circleville, UT)Jan 1975 or 1973)
Wanda Fauntell Macintosh Riddle, (11 October 1925 (Junction , UT)-19 January 1973, (Antimony, UT))
and her baby Jeanine Riddle.


So, although not all 5 people in this photo are in my direct line, it is significant because as of now, this is the only picture that we have of Catherine Melissa Dally and Ida Marilla Dalley.
And we have very few photos of my Grandfather, Morgan Leon Dalton, especially pictures of him as a baby or a child.  
I am just sad that the photo is damaged.  I will have to do some research to determine the approximate date of this photo.
More photos and stories to come...
ETA:
my mom has determined that by the age of the baby (her cousin), this photo would have to have been taken around 1940,1941.  Still working on this...

Done!! Again!!

I thought I was done with all of these vintage photos, but then I realized that I didn't include any of my Grandma Ethel or her Mother, Esther May Smith...

so here you go.

Esther May Smith Norton

This photo hung in my Grandma Ethel's bedroom for as long as I can remember.

I'm not sure when any of these photos were taken.

That is the next project.

All together I scanned 140 photos.

Done!!!

I saved the best for last...
I think I spent about 12 to 14 hours scanning photos the last week. 
These turned out so cute.
I can't tell if Sierra looks more like my mom or if Halle looks more like my mom.
I'll do a comparison one of these days.

Another one...

Nan is definitely the one on the left.

Showing off her legs.

or her tights.

Cole just asked me why all of these pictures are "WHITE".

some questions for mom

I've been scanning again.

My fingers hurt from typing and pushing the scanner buttons.

Serious.

My kids are in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher and making dinner.

It could be interesting...

 Mom, is this you?

Maybe you didn't want your picture taken?

More to come.

I'm saving the best for last.

Surprise!!

surprise MOM.

I have been scanning pictures this week.  

Look how cute you are.  were.

This is the ONLY picture I have of anything Dalton.  at all.

Raymond, Sylva, Morgon Leon, & Dolores

And I will need help with this one...

I assume it was taken in Parawon.

I can make a guess on 2 of them, maybe 3.

I will certainly need the help of you and Dolores one of these days.

I'm about half way done scanning photos.

I may have to stop soon and cook. and do laundry.  and shower.

But, I am on a roll......

My Aunt Dolores reminded me of a letter that she wrote when Summer was a baby.
It tells about some of the people whose pictures we looked at during lunch last week.
Here is the letter:

April 26, 1998
Dear Summer Ethel:
I want to write this little note for your mom to put in your baby book and book of remembrance when  you get one, so that you will be able to ready about how you got your name.  I am sure that your mom will tell you as you grow up that you were named after your Great-Grandma Ethel, your mom's Grandma.  She always said that she wanted to name her first daughter after her Grandma because she loved her Grandma Ethel so much.  Grandma also loved her just like she loved her Grandma.  Grandma would have been so happy to have seen her first Great-granddaughter named after her.  It made your Grandma Nan and me really happy too.  In fact, it made us to happy that when we saw you in the hospital, we cried.  Now, that doesn't make much sense, does it?  But that is how funny old ladies are.  Here is the story.
When you Great-Great-Grandma Norton was expecting Great-Grandma Ethel, she had a little girl just about nine year old named Nellie.  Nellie was so excited about the new baby, and she could hardly wait for the baby to be born.  However, Nellie got really sic just before the baby was born.  It seems that she had an appendicitis.  Now that is not a serious illness, but in those days, they had a hard time diagnosing it.  They just thought that Nellie had a stomach ache.  Her appendix burst and she became very, very sick.  When it looked like she might not live, she asked her Mother, Great-Great Grandma Norton to get out all of the little baby clothes for the new baby, and to let her see them, and to please promise to name the new baby after Nellie's favorite aunt, her Aunt Ethel.  Little Nellie died on November 5, 1915 and the new baby was born on January 11, 1916.  It was a little girl and she was named Ethel.  This little baby became my Mother and your Grandma Nan's mother, your Mom's Grandma, and your Great-Grandma.  You are her first great-grand child.  How neat for you to be named after her.  She was a great lady, and you should be very proud to be named after her.

Love,
Aunt Dolores

Some pictures...

 Here is a cute story about the above photo, taken in Parowan, Utah.

This is Ethel Norton.  

A professional photographer was coming around to the little towns in the area and taking photos.  Grandma Norton wasn't home so Clella (?) dressed up her little sister and had her picture taken.  Grandma Norton was so upset because certainly everyone should know that you never have pictures taken wearing dark stockings. 

This is my Great Grandma Norton.

I kinda love this picture because of the apron that she is wearing.

I remember my Grandma Ethel telling me once that Grandma Norton always wore an apron.  

She would get up in the morning and put on her apron.  She would work all day cleaning and cooking.  

After dinner was prepared, she would put on a clean apron. 

Then, the next morning, she would put on the same apron from the evening before and wear it all day.  Then she would put on her clean apron for dinner.  This cycle would continue for the week.

**I have a lot of pictures to scan, and I might be tempted to blog about them so that I can get comments and info about who, what, when, where, and why.

If you see (?) it means I am not certain and I need your information!!!!

Lunch with the Dalton Gang

Sisters, Dolores & Nan Nell

There are just two children in my Mom's family.  Dolores is older, by 9 years.

Melinda, Dolores, Nan Nell, Brandi, & Kelli

We have tried to plan for quite a while to get together and share our photos from our family history.  

It finally happened last Thursday.  We met at Melinda's house in Salt Lake. 

We ate lunch at Melinda's house--it was easiest that way since Dolores had recently had knee replacement surgery and it was difficult to get around. 

I had about 10 photos.  Nanners had a few more.  Dolores and Melinda had A LOT.  

Dalton photos
Most of these photos are originals and some are in very fragile condition.  

pages from Grandma Ethel's photo album

It's hard to tell with the black on black, but this is what remains of my Grandma Ethel's photo album. 

I was really brave, and just before we left I asked Dolores if I could take the photos and copy them.

I have a pretty full schedule for the next few weeks, but I told everyone that in July (or maybe September when school starts) I would scan the photos, we could try to label them, and then put them on a disc for everyone.  I was so afraid when I took the photos with me that I would put them in a special place and then forget where I put them.  But, for now they are locked up in the safe until I get a big chunk of time to devote to this project.

And then I turned 3

Kelli, 2/73 in Circleville

And it looks like I also grew some hair.

Kelli & Ethel in Circleville. 1974.

gotta love the brown polyester.

Happy Birthday Grandma Ethel

well, I'm taking a family history class (Sunday School) right now.  There are few things I already knew (I know just enough to be dangerous) and I have learned a lot of new things.  And there are a lot of changes since technology changes so quickly.
Anyway, one thing that I wanted to do was to get more stories.  So, I have been following the instruction in our class manual and finding places to look for information.  My brother, sister, + families were at my mom's house on Saturday for dinner (it was a lot of fun--almost like Christmas all over again).  Since we were all gathered together, I mentioned that I was taking this class and that I was trying to find stories about the Robison Family.  I want to know WHY they started out in New York, made a stop in Michigan, relocated to Nauvoo, lived in Winter Quarter for a time and then ended up in Utah (serveral generations later).  I'm sure there are some good stories out there.  So, I asked if anyone had any stories that they have come across.

My moms words exactly (and remember, I never exaggerate):
"Well, whatever I had, you have already stolen so why don't you just take a look in your own basement."

Hum, that was successful.

So, being the obedient, (and apparently slightly dishonest) daughter that I am, I went to the archives of my basement and searched through ALL of the things that I have stolen collected through the years.

I did not find pages of Robison Family History, but I did find this:

Altogether, I found about 10 pictures of my grandmother.  Aren't these cute.
Now, I have scanned them to my computer.  And I will have copies for my mom, sister, aunt and cousin when we get together on April 1 for our Ancestor Photograph swap.

And just because my mom is such a stinker...

Nan in blue terry cloth pants on Puffer's Mountain in the '80's I'm sure

So, Happy Birthday Grandma Ethel.

And I hope the rest of you girls have done your homework.

Happy Birthday Mom

Guess which one is my mom.

Hint: it's the one that looks just like Sierra.

We'll be having Cake & Ice Cream this weekend.

My mom is making her own cake.

I can't wait.

Happy Birthday Grandpa

A few years before my Grandpa Dalton died, he moved to Sandy to live at the Crosslands Retirement Community.

This picture was probably taken about 1990.

Melinda (my cousin) called and asked me to drive up to Sandy and go to the 50's party with Grandpa. She wore her faded, pegged 501's and loafers.

I had my bobby socks and pony tail.

I don't remember much about the party at all.

But I do remember trying to get the camera timer to work so that we could take this picture. We laughed and laughed. I hadn't seen Grandpa laugh that hard in a long time.

Morgan Leon Dalton was born May 27, 1910 in Circleville, Utah

to Morgan Pedon Dalton and Ida Dalley, one of 10 children.

Grandpa died in Pleasant Grove, Utah on September 18, 1997.

(just 5 weeks after Summer was born. Summer was named after his wife, Grandma Ethel. I still believe that Grandpa lived just long enough to meet Summer--I will try to find those pictures!)

Summer and I have been busy getting the yard and garden ready this spring. One thing that we have done is to spray paint some faded lawn furniture. Every time I spray paint anything, I think of Grandpa Whitey. He must have had shelves of spray paint, in every color imaginable.

He painted everything:

the various bikes and trikes that he fixed up

the garage doors

she shed

the lawn furniture

rocks

the ramp he built to use to fix cars

the chicken coop

the grass

the cat

his old blue truck

His favorite things were paint, fertilizer and pruning sheers!

Happy Birthday Grandpa

More Dalton stories...

here are some more stories from Aunt Dolores:

Mama and Daddy had a very close relationship and were very loyal to each other. This doesn't mean that it was a perfect relationship. They had their ups an downs. I think that the biggest problem they had in their marriage was when Daddy drank. They had a lot of trouble over that, but when he didn't drink, they got along very well. Daddy was quite demanding in certain ways. He didn't like Mama to go any place without him when he was at home, so she never left in the evenings, except on rare occasions.

In many ways, he was very considerate. He always kept the cars clean and filled with gas--I don't think Mama ever pumped gas after self-serve was available. He would always go get the car and warm it up for her when they went places in the winter. He really tried to help her clean up with kitchen when there were just the two of them where after we left. I think he mainly got in the way, but he tried.

They never criticized each other to anyone else. He liked to get up early and watch the morning news, and she liked to sleep later, so he would turn on the TV with low sound, then he would call, "Ethel, there was an earthquake in Turkey", or "Ethel, there was a ....whatever it was", and it would about drive her nuts. Daddy also liked to go to bed early--very early, like at dark or earlier. He was usually in bed by 7:00 pm, sometimes sooner. He said she would "stay up all hours". That meant until the 10:00 news.

Mama and Daddy both had a pretty good sense of humor, but Mama was by far the best. She could laugh at about anything. I remember once when Daddy tried out Donald Whittaker's new scooter (gas propelled). He couldn't figure out how to let off the gas and stop the scooter, so he just had to keep going until he ran into a fire hydrant. Mama about died laughing. Daddy was quite insulted and said that if it had killed him, she would have stood there laughing.

When Nan Nell was about 8 or 10, she would fight with Mama, mostly over what Nan Nell was supposed to wear, or over practicing the piano. Mama would act like she was going to slap Nan Nell and Nan Nell would run from her. I remember one day when Nan Nell ran out the back door, around the front and in the front, out the back and so on. Mama was chasing her and Nan Nell was screaming, "Don't beat me, don't beat me," like she was used to being beat. Mama was laughing so hard that when she came through the living room, chasing Nan Nell out the back door, she would have to stop and catch her breath. She was laughing so hard she could barely chase Nan Nell.

More From the Daltons...

I have some more questions and answers from Aunt Dolores...

(2/1/2001)

foods...Another thing Grandma Ethel made was good bread. Again, no recipe and a certain size pan, etc. Often she would make bread on "wash day", Monday , in those days and for lunch we would have "fry bread". She would take a handful of bread dough, pull it apart, and fry it. We would call them scones now, but it was "fry bread" in those days. It was wonderful. She also made wonderful cakes, and she made good candy. She hated to make cookies and rarely made them. She said cookies took forever to bake and get done with, and the kitchen was a mess all day.

Family Home Evening?? Heavens, no. We had never even heard of it when I was growing up. The closest thing to Family Home Evening was watching "The Lawrence Welk Show" (Also, realize that this was after I was grown up and left home. When I left home at age 20 to come to Salt Lake, we didn't have TV yet in Circleville.

More advice from Grandma Ethel..."Let your head save your feet" In other words, organize. I still think of that when I come upstairs for two things and only remember to take one thing back down.

I think my father's best traits were his honesty and his work ethic. He was very honest, and very hard working. Also, he was very clean. he kept himself and his home and yard immaculate. He was very proud of having the greenest lawn in Circleville. Each spring about February, he would spread manure (he liked chicken manure best) all over the grass and it would be very green by March.

Mama was immaculately clean, and she couldn't stand dirty windows. She was always washing her windows, especially the glass in the front storm door. When we ate dinner, half the time she would clean up the table before we were through eating. Daddy used to say that Mama threw the paper away before he could even read it. Mama was really fussy about how her bed was made. She couldn't stand an unmade bed, and it had to be made perfectly. Mama was also immaculate with herself. She was always in nice, clean clothes, would never, never go around in her housecoat (unlike her daughters!). She always looked nice. She was always positive, up-beat, and good natured. She rarely complained, and never said she didn't feel good. When she was about 66, she fell and broke both her wrists. She was standing on the edge of the ditch bank, and slid on the grass. She put both arms behind her to catch herself, and broke both wrists. She was so independent that it was hard to help her. Daddy had to make the bed every morning and he said he about wore himself out, running back and forth around the bed, getting it made to suit her. She really had a hard time, depending on someone else to do the things she couldn't do for herself.

(This is a picture of me on the tire swing in the back yard in Circleville)

Fish Lake

L to R

Back row: Whitey and Ethel

Front Row: Melinda Morgan, Kelli, and Brandi

I love so many things about this picture:

1. My Dad's green blazer on the left

2. Melinda's belly shirt & knee high socks

3. the way my socks are rolled down

4. Brandi is just wearing a diaper for pants

5. typical Grandma Ethel outfit, especially the necklace.

6. typical Grandpa Whitey outfit, especially the hat. love the hat.

Mom, when do you think this was taken? 1976?

Mother's Day Part 3

My very own mother has threatened me. She has threatened me to not continue posting such adorable pictures of her as a child. So, before she follows through with her threats I thought I would hurry and add a few more...

And conveniently enough these people cannot threaten me, so I will post a few photos of them:

Morgan Leon and Ethel Dalton

(this picture was taken by a professional photographer at the church. The ward arranged for families to come to the church one afternoon in the summer and have their photos taken. I am particularly fond of this picture because I was staying with them at the time and I went to the church with them to have this taken. I was making them laugh.)

This is another favorite photo of my Grandparents

(This was taken at Bryce Canyon. notice that my Grandpa is wearing an Arctic Circle hat.

We had gone on a family vacation to Bryce, Zion, and the Grand Canyon. I believe this was about 1980 or 81)

Mother's Day Part 2

Several years ago when I lived in Kirksville, MO and I was a (new) stay home mom to 1 child and I lived in a tiny apartment that took 2 minutes to clean, I found myself with extra time on my hands. So, one day I mailed (not even email!) my Aunt Dolores some questions about what life was like when she was a child. Here are some of her responses:

Question:

What meal do yo remember your mother cooking most often? Did you like it?

Our favorite meal that Mama cooked was homemade chicken and noodles. She made it all from scratch. I tried to learn her noodle recipe but you had to have a certain pan and certain size "handfuls". It was her own recipe and did you use precise measurements. She would make all the noodles for Sunday dinner, and leave them on the stove after dinner, and we would go back all day and get more noodles. No noodles have ever tasted the same.

She also made wonderful homemade bread.

Question:

What did you and your sister fight about the most?

Well, I just knew that NanNell was the most spoiled brat in the world, and she bugged me to death. Sharing a room with a sister 9 years younger is really a treat. She would get in all my stuff, dress up in my clothes, wear my lipstick, and--read my letters from my boyfriends. Before she learned to read, she took them to Daddy and had him read them to her. I was always wanting to take the car and drive around on Sundays, and she would beg Mama and Daddy to let her go with me. She was all ears, and repeated everything she heard my friends and me say. She was the worst!! Because she was the baby, she would bawl and whine if I even looked at her, and Mama and Daddy would take her part because she was little.

Tell me some good advice that your mother (Grandma Ethel) gave you:

Mama used to always say "Get up and shake the stink off and you'll feel better".

That meant to get out of bed, wash your face and brush your teeth, and get cleaned up and you would feel better--and it is true. Mama also told me to "never learn how to milk the cow". She knew if I did, that Daddy would know I could do it so he would not bother to come home and do it and it would be my responsibility. Well, I didn't learn how to milk the cow, literally, but figuratively I forgot her advise. I learned how to run the lawn mower, the snow blower, the edger, and do all kinds of things that I wouldn't have had to do if I had only remembered, "don't learn to milk a cow."

Share a memory of going to church. Did your family go together?

Going to Church was weird in Circleville in the old days. We didn't go together as families as we do now. Sacrament Meeting was in the afternoon at 2. Then later changed to 7 in the evening. We would go and sit with our friends. Mostly the women went to church during those years. When I was little I went alone, then later I took NanNell. Sometimes I would ride my bike and pump her on the back fender. During my high school days, Mama and Daddy started to go. Daddy was always the first one ready, and he would announce that "this bus is leaving in five minutes." Then he would go out and get the car and pull up out in front and honk at us. I usually went to Church brushing my hair and putting on my lipstick. When Daddy was Sunday School Superintendent and Mama was Jr. Sunday School Coordinator, the phone would ring all morning, with people calling to ask questions or say that they would not be there and couldn't teach their class.

Gardening

above:

Grandma Ethel and Bryan (my younger brother)

probably taken in the summer of 1985

below:

Grandpa Whitey and Grandma Ethel

Circleville, Utah (birth place of many outlaws, most notably Butch Cassidy)

I planted some peas today.

I LOVE fresh peas from the garden.

I've never really had great luck with planting peas, but I am optimistic this time.

Planting peas reminds me of my Dalton Grandparents.

Their garden was huge (at least it seemed to me.)

I would sneak out to the garden and eat peas until I couldn't eat any more.

If there was enough left when I was done, Grandma would make peas and potatoes--yum, my favorite.

Another favorite memory was Grandpa taking a little plastic bucket out to the garden and picking radishes and turnips. I have planted both this year as well. Grandpa would pick the turnips and radishes, and pull up a lawn chair under a big shade tree and turn on the hose to wash the fresh veggies. Cut the tops off, and we would sit and eat them all afternoon.

In the top picture on the bottom left hand corner is one of Grandma's flowering cabbage plants. How did she grow those babies? I still think she used magic manure.

I loved the rock planter that she is standing next to. It was always filled every year with red petunias. I seem to remember that my mom would take the petunias down to her every spring around Mother's Day.

(And I probably should not tell you that the orange/red rocks that you can see in these photos may very well have come from Bryce Canyon National Park, since it is slightly against the law to take anything out of a national park.)

In the bottom picture on the left side you can see the little pink poppy blossoms that still remind me of Circleville.

As I was weeding this afternoon I noticed that there are hundreds of those poppy plants growing in my garden (they are about 2 to 3 inches high). I can't wait to see them bloom.

I don't know why I am so sentimental when I garden. Maybe it's just the time of the year.

The photo above is a forsythia bush. They are blooming yellow right now just like this one.

In 1986 my Grandma lived at our home for a few months while she was sick just before she died. I was 16 years old. I just remember when she got really sick, she sat on the couch near the window and watched the blossoming forsythia bush just before she died. She died on April 21. So, every year when spring comes I look forward to the forsythia bushes to bloom because they remind me of my Grandma. I guess I could dig a little deeper and compare it to the rebirth of spring and how it compares to the Resurrection and that we will all live again just like the blossoming forsythia bush blooms again each spring. I will see my Grandma again.