Wednesday, July 30, 1986

Grandma and Grandpa Stowell

This was my Grandma Chandler's parents' house in Pocatello. I was always fascinated by this house, because it was three stories tall. At least, that's the way I saw it, because it was a two story house with a basement. It was a beautiful house inside, and it had that "Grandma" smell. Oh how I loved it. I didn't get to go there a whole lot, but every time I did it felt like I stepped back in time.

Here is a picture in their back yard. It's not a very good picture at all, but I am glad to have it. Back row is my Grandpa Chandler, Grandpa Stowell, and my dad. Front row is me, Grandma Chandler, Shannon, Grandma Stowell, Celeste and Dawn.


Croquet was a big thing at the Stowell house. Everybody loved to play croquet, and made a point to play it whenever they visited. I'm going to guess that the boy bending over is Jared Paredes, my cousin, the girls are probably Karen and Melissa Chandler, Tom's girls, and the other boy is probably Josh Paredes.


That's me in the front yard, when I was a college student. Looks like my Uncle Sergio and one of his kids with him.


My Grandma Chandler is Grandpa Stowell's daughter. Here we are on the porch: Grandma, Celeste, Great Grandpa and me.


This is me and my Grandpa Chandler sitting on the couch inside.


This is my Grandpa Stowell, visiting his wife's grave. This is also where he was eventually buried.


This is Grandpa Stowell with my family in front of our Springville house in Turlock, California, shortly before Sam's mission.


My Grandma Stowell died in about 1992. I think it was the year 2000 that Grandpa Stowell died. Jared got to meet him at my Grandparents' house that year. This is the Grandpa who was born in Colonial Juarez, Mexico, where his family had fled to escape the laws of polygamy in the United States. His father was Brigham Stowell, and his mother was Brigham's second wife, Rhoda Bybee Stowell. This is the Grandpa who was friends with Phylo T. Farnsworth growing up. (Farnsworth invented the television). This is the Grandpa who owned the root beer stand where my grandma and all her sisters worked, where she met my Grandpa after the war, who she would end up marrying. This was the Grandpa who would pull nickels out of your ear, and he loved North's Chuckwagon. 

This Grandpa had a very full, rich life.