Thanksgiving Point Tulip Festival

In May, 2021, Kim and I went to the Tulip Festival

 at Thanksgiving Point with Mom and Dad. 

We were able to use a golf cart since neither mom or dad would be able to walk the distance required to see the vast tulip gardens. And as you can see, we went in the midst of mask wearing due to the Covid pandemic. 

The tulips were beautiful, and we stopped to get some pictures of mom and dad in the large wooden shoes that were found throughout the gardens along the path. 

On one of our stops along the way, I was taking a picture of mom and dad and a passerby hollered at mom and dad to kiss. So they obliged!

It was a beautiful day to spend with Kim and mom and dad. Definitely a day to remember. And as it turned out, it was the last year that dad would go to the Tulip Festival with us. 

By Becky Ahlberg

 

Jackson Tate's Memories

I remember a bunch of things growing up. I remember the kids table at the back of the kitchen. I remember always running to the back room with the tv to pick the movie to watch (Big, Cool Runnings, Hearts and Souls, etc.), then sneaking out to get creamies, fat boys, and fruit by the foot. I remember playing in the basement bedrooms and storage rooms feeling like they were vast and endless. 

I remember Grandma taking Sid and me to plays and shows at the Scera Shell, and she would always sneak in some candy to make the trip extra fun. It was usually sleeves of Snickers or Charleston Chews. It was always a treat to be with her and experience new things with her. 

Anyway you slice it, Grandma is a phenomenal woman. We are lucky to be her family. 

Jackson Tate

Grandma and Bowie

Bowie and grandma just disappeared at dinner one evening. I went back and found him completely involved in the book she was reading with him. He never sits that still that long ever, and he was so pleased to just be present with her. 

Memory from Jackson Tate

From Sid and Sarah

Dear Grandma,

I hope you know how much Sarah and I love and adore you, and how much we appreciate your love for us and the example you've given us of living a life of love and service for others.

My entire life is filled with memories with you that I cherish - from visiting you and grandpa in St. Louis to you taking me and Jackson to Oklahoma at the Scera Shell to letting me tag along with you on road trips out to Elko. Add to that years of Dutch Christmases and afternoon conversations after mowing your lawn and you always being there to support me in whatever I was doing - you have always put your family first and we have felt of your love throughout our entire lives.

It also means a lot to me to carry on the legacy of your father through my name. Even though I didn't get to meet him in this life, I have such a love for Sidney Coray from the memories and stories you've shared with me about him. I hope I can do his name and memory proud through the life I live.

And you should know that Sarah thinks that you are the absolute coolest. After the first time she met you, she told me that she wanted to be just like you - loving, caring, smart, and with a great sense of humor. And I 100% agree with her.

We love you, and we're so grateful for your goodness in our lives. Merry Christmas!

Love,

Sid and Sarah

66 Years Together!

On August 18, 2020, I did a 66-year anniversary photo shoot with my cute parents! Each picture shares a story of their life and marriage and the family they created.

The house they bought 60 years ago and made into a home.

The porch swing- a staple and favorite spot on the patio. And a great place to attempt a kiss and laugh at the result of that attempt.

The patio, backyard and swing set where we spent countless hours as a family and with friends and then it became that same space for their grands and greats.

The front yard flower planter. The setting for many birthday pictures with the cake placed on the planter and a child standing next to it.

And all of those memories exist because of the two lives that came together 66 years ago! 

TRADITION! Dutch Christmas

DUTCH CHRISTMAS 2013

One of our favorite Tate-family traditions is the celebration of Dutch Christmas.  This tradition started because of Dad's mission to Holland.  The Dutch celebrate Christmas on December 5th.  So our celebration is typically held on the first Saturday of December.  It is a great way to start the Christmas Season.  With good food, family and friends, the singing of Sinter Klaas Kapoentje, the unwrapping of the multi-layered Dutch gift with personalized poems for each child, and a visit from Sinter Klaas, it never disappoints.

This year (2013), our Dutch Christmas celebration was especially fun with the delivery of authentic Dutch Wooden Shoes for each little girl and boy from Sinter Klaas!

Mom and Dad (aka Sinter Klaas)

 

Mom starting the Dutch Gift

 

 

The kids waiting "patiently" for their turn to read their

poem and remove one wrapping of the gift.

 

Matteo had to wait a long time for his turn,
but he was the lucky one who got to
remove the last wrapping and
share the yummy treats with everyone.

 

 This year, Sinter Klaas' bag only contained a small package
and a note that said the gifts he had brought for the kids
were too big to fit in the bag.  Just then, a big box
appeared with a gift bag for each child. 

 

Here is the result:

 

 

 

The kids LOVED their wooden shoes
and walked (stomped)  around on the wood floor in delight!
 Trust me, the noise was deafening!

We always miss those who aren't with this during this celebration.
 But Amy and Janet carry out the tradition with their
families and friends in Boise and Baltimore. 
It is a favorite for one and all!

 

This year's Dutch Christmas celebration was one to remember!

Thanks Mom and Dad!

 

 

A SPECIAL GIFT ALL THE WAY FROM CHINA

GRANDMA DIANNE

I was the baby of my family, and had four older (much older) brothers, and two older sisters. Gene was second oldest in the family and had joined the Navy when he was about 19 (about the time I was born). He was this person that we heard about, but seldom saw and hardly knew. However, in his world travels as a Navy man, our family was the recipient of special gifts from exotic places in the world.

That is how I came to own a pair of white silk pajamas from China. I must have received them when I was about 7 years old, because when I turned 8 and was going to be baptized, it was decided that I would wear them to be baptized in. I really don’t remember wearing them any other time, and after the baptism, my mother put them away and they eventually ended up in my cedar chest, (again, a gift from my brother Gene).

I knew they were there, but really never gave them another thought. They would have been perfect for my own girls to be baptized in. It never occurred to me when my older granddaughters were being baptized either. But when it was time for Kelsey to be baptized, I remembered those pajamas, brought them out, did a little mending and asked Krista if she would be interested in Kelsey being baptized in them. She was and I was so pleased to see Kelsey wearing those special pajamas when she was baptized. Coray mentioned to everyone that Kelsey was wearing the same outfit that her Grandma had worn many years ago.

Next, it was Anna’s turn to be baptized. It was sort of a given that she would also wear the Chinese pajamas. She looked so cute in them, and the bishop made a special note to those in attendance at her baptism, that Anna was wearing the same outfit that her Grandmother had worn almost 70 years ago. Again, it made me very happy to see this happening.

Next, when it was Paige’s turn to be baptized, she visited in the summer and announced that she did not want to be baptized in those pajamas. She had heard from someone that they had palm trees on them and that did not sound like a good thing to her. We assured her that she did not have to wear them, but just take a look and then decide. When she saw that they were plain white, and the palm trees did not stand out, she decided that she too would wear them to be baptized in. I was so happy she made that decision. She looked darling in them, just as Kelsey and Anna had.

The next year, Sarah was 8 and ready to be baptized. I took the pajamas with me to Baltimore and just assumed that Sarah would wear them as she was baptized. The bishop, not the same as when Anna was baptized, made special mention that Sarah was wearing the same outfit that her Grandma had worn 70 years ago when she was baptized. It made me very happy to witness again one of my granddaughters wearing those special Chinese pajamas that I received as a gift from my older brother, Gene, so many years ago.