"One of our favorite memories of our parents (John and Dorothy) is of them dancing. When they danced they would look at each other and smile. They would move with style and grace and never miss a beat. It was as if they were one and the world around them was beautiful music. They had each other, love and they were incredibly content, like any child would want their parents to be."
"While we all know that life is not always quite that smooth. And while we will miss them both terribly; to borrow a phrase......Life is a dance, not matter how tough times may get or how sad we may be....May we always dance and find inspiration in the life our parents. May our memories and the memory of them dancing give each of us a reason to smile and have courage and give us strength to carry on with style and grace so that we never miss a beat." Geige Jacobs
There's a picture I keep in the back of my mind.
It's of her and of him in a wonderful time.
And they'd move round the floor and she'd follow his lead.
Arm and arm they would go not a care in the world.
These were the times when the world would stand still.
No worry no cares only music and them.
And they would just dance, just dance like the wind.
Please tell me some day, they'll dance in heaven again.
There's a picture she keeps in the back of her mind.
It's when she was a girl in a happier time.
And her feet were so small,
she would place them on his
and he'd carry her round as they'd circle and spin.
Daddy, teach me to dance, just like you and mom did,
no worry no care's only you and your girl.
And we will just dance just dance like the wind
and she knows someday they'll dance in heaven again.
There's a picture he keeps in the back of his mind it's of her and of him.
What a wonderful time.
And their eyes will meet as they cross the floor.
Arm and Arm once again in a wonderful world.
This will be the time when the world will stand still
no worry no tears only music and them
And they will just dance just dance like the wind
and now we all know they dance in heaven again.
....I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be
But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Until I see you again
I'll be lovin' you
Love me
-Collin Raye
(Talking)
My mother and my father were in love for fifty years.
So when Dad died, we wondered why my Mother shed no tears.
We asked her once about it, but she wouldn't tell us why.
Instead she'd walk outside each night and smile up at the sky.
Then just before she left us, she called us to her side.
She told us what my father said to her, just before he died.
(Singing)
I remember when you said you'd never leave me.
Through these golden years I've kept the same vow, too.
But now that I am going, please don't leave me.
I'll walk just beyond the moon, then I'll stop and wait for you.
You can look up every night, and you'll see me light the lights,
Where I'll watch for you to join me some day soon.
We'll go looking through the stars, for the Heaven that is ours.
And I know we'll find it soon, somewhere just beyond the moon.
I'll walk just beyond the moon, Where I'll stop and wait for you.
I'll just sit there by a star, and I'll watch you from afar.
Till I see you walking toward me some day soon.
Then together hand-in-hand, we'll find our Promised Land.
And we'll settle down forever, darling, just beyond the moon.
I'll walk just beyond the moon, Where I'll stop and wait for you.
The "Talking" part of this was
not my Grandma's words,
i had to include it
because it is something
that she would say!
not my Grandma's words,
i had to include it
because it is something
that she would say!
"Many of us probably have a vivid picture of seeing grandpa from a distance -
walking near of in a hay or corn field. On top of his head to shade his face say a dingy white hat. The shovel was strategically placed over his right shoulder - just so. He wore a white - long sleeved shirt - blue jeans and his green irrigating boots."
The Watcher
- by Margaret Widdemer
She always leaned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate.
And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.
Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget!
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet.
Waiting till we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late,
Watching from Heaven’s window,
Leaning on Heaven’s gate.
Sister ~ Wife ~ Mother ~ Grandmother
My grandmother created a chain of love
linking the past with the future,
The chain may lengthen
But it will never part......
One of my Grandmothers favorite books was "Love you Forever"
a story about a powerful bond of a mother and child.
Love You Forever
A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.
The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always...
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living, my Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,As long as I'm living, my Mommy you'll be.
I think a favorite memory of mine
and I am sure of all the grandchildren is...
grandma telling us the story of
"Little Orphan Annie" around the campfire!
LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
Little Orphan Annie came to our house to stay,
And wash the cups and saucers up, and brush the crumbs away,
And shoo the chickens off the porch, and dust the hearth, and sweep,
And make the fire, and bake the bread, and earn her board and keep;
And all us other children, when the supper things are done,
We sit around the kitchen fire and have the best of fun
Listening to the scary tales that Annie tells about,
And the Goblins will get you, if you don’t watch out.
Once there was a little boy who wouldn’t say his prayers
And when he went to bed at night, all the way upstairs,
His Mommy heard him holler, and his daddy heard him bawl,
And when they turned the covers down, he wasn’t there at all!
And they searched for him in the attic, and the cubby-hole, and press,
And they searched up the chimney, and everywhere, I guess;
But all they ever found was his pants and round about
And the Goblins will get you, if you don’t watch out.
Once there was a little girl who liked to laugh and grin,
And make fun of everyone, her family and kin
Whenever there was company, and guests were sitting there,
She mocked them and she shocked them, and said she didn’t care!
Suddenly she kicked her heels, and turned to run and hide,
There were two great big Black Things standing by her side,
They snatched her through the ceiling before she knew they were about!
And the Goblins will get you, if you don’t watch out.
And Little Orphan Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
And the lamp-wick sputters, and the wind goes woo-oo!
And you hear the crickets quit, and the moon is gray,
And the lightning bugs in dew are all squenched away
Listen to your parents and your teachers fond and dear,
And churish those who love you, and dry the orphan’s tear,
And help the poor and needy ones that cluster all about,
Or the Goblins will get you, so you better watch out.
This is Grandma with Kacie. (Johnny's Grandaughter)
Dorothy was born in Grants, N.M. May 30, 1924, to Lawrence and Sarah Musgrove. In 1946 she moved to Vale with her family. She graduated from Vale Union High School in 1942. On April 29, 1942, she married her high school sweetheart, John Haines Jacobs. Together they raised 10 children “on the farm” in Vale. She was an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Day Saints and she devoted countless hours of service in helping to bless the lives of others. Dorothy and John were sealed for time and all eternity March 16, 1956, in the Idaho Falls Temple.
She is survived by five sons, William “Billy” Ray Jacobs (Dona Rae), of Vale, John Haines Jr. (Susan), of Scappoose, Ore., Ronald Keith (Michelle), of Vale, Rex Blaine (Linda), of Idaho Falls, Idaho, And Richard “Rick” Thomas (Jolene), of Vale; five daughters, Carolyn Leigh Doyle (Mark), of Elma, Wash., Marilyn Marie Jacobs, of Nampa, Idaho, Cherlyn Dee Capps (Joe), of Fruitland, Idaho, and Geralyn Geigy Jacobs, of Oregon City, Ore.; along with 58 grandchildren; 104 great-grandchildren and four great-great-grandchildren. She is also survived by three brothers, Lawrence, Brian and Terry Musgrove and two sisters, Elaine Swygart and Pat Musgrove; several brothers and sisters in-law and numerous nieces and nephews.
She was preceded in death by her parents; her husband, John; her son, Michael M.; two granddaughters, Toddi and Tawny; and a grandson, Johnny Paul; three brothers, Albert, Bill and Kenny and five sisters; Margaret, Mabel, Luretta, Lucille and Clara.
Rex and Carolyn
This was a common scene at Grandpa and Grandma's whenany of the grandkids were around!
Carolyn, Geige, Cher, Rick
(I think)
"Music is truly the universal language, and when it is excellently expressed how deeply it moves our souls." -- President David O. McKay
Music was a very important part of life in the Jacob's
home! Another favorite memory is all the singing we
did around the campfire! I am sure we kept
many campers awake at night.....many times
strangers became friends as they joined us for a meal
or came around the campfire at night to sing songs!
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