Mom was raised with 3 brothers and no sisters. So she was both a tom boy and a young lady. Her Mother had to be both father and mother to her 4 children. Beulah was named after the town where her mother was born, Beulah New Mexico. Her small family moved a lot in the process of fixing up old houses and then selling them for enough money to take care of the family and buy another old house to fix up. In the process Beulah learned a great deal about buying and selling houses.
She moved to Salt Lake City from Salina with her family and worked as a maid in a small hotel. It was during that time that she met “Bill” Johnson, a cab driver.
Mom loved kids. She liked red. She would vote for woman, then men, and last of all (if at all) she would vote for bald-headed men.
As a young wife she would take the car to Liberty Park in the winter and do wheelies on the ice. She would go alone and have a great time. As a young girl she learned to climb trees and she climbed trees for some time after she grew up.
Beulah was a good cook and she would cook the things her boys liked to eat. She had three boys and wanted a girl. When the girl finally came she could not be happier. The two of them went everywhere together. Both dressed in red. Darlene Ann was 15 years younger than her oldest brother.
Beulah lived to be 73 Years, 9 Months, 27 Days old. She lived less than 2 years after Dad died. They both died of some kind of heart problems. She missed dad a lot.
I suspect there are many of us who have had “the other mother” who had a great influence on your lives. I was blessed with an amazing “other mother’ who taught me so much by her impeccable example.
Clea Holyoak replaced another “other mother” when Hattie Wood passed away and what an outstanding job she did.
I will always remember the first time I ever met her. I was not scared until she reached out and gave me a hug and a kiss – something that was completely foreign to my life at that time. It felt good but strange because love was not freely given in my life. She was so warm, so sincere, had a beautiful smile – I don’t think she ever was without one – and welcomed me to their home. What really happened, I feel, was at that moment I became a part of her family.
She was such an angel – she made you want to be a better person just for having known her. She reached out to everyone as if they were her own family and she made all of us feel like seeing us made her day. No matter where she was, or the circumstances, you were the most important thing right then.
She loved my children and took an interest in each of them as if they were her very own grandchildren and they all loved her in return and admired the wonderful way she lived her life.
I will miss one more sincere hug and praises of admiration that she always seemed to find for the things I am doing. She will forever be remembered as one of those jewels who made your live better for having known and associated with her.
Being the eldest of the children of Samuel and Eliza McBride, I feel it my privilege and duty to write a few words about my lovely Mother. She was a beautiful person—I am not speaking merely of her sweet face and slender figure, but of the deep-down beauty that she possessed—such beauty of character as is seldom found in a mortal being.
For instance, I never remember Mother laying a hand on any of us children or even raising her voice to command obedience, yet we minded her implicitly. What strange power did this quiet, almost shy woman possess that she could take a houseful of healthy, active children and make them obey her without even a threat of punishment?
She believed in God and prayer. I remember when the mule stepped on Rose and crushed her tiny child's chest. The fist words Mother said were, “Violet, pray for her!” So I knelt right there and prayed for the life of my little sister. Big Doctor Worley came and did what he could, and as he left he said, “I'll drop back in the morning.” Dr. Worley was a very outspoken man, and when he entered our home the next morning, a look of surprise came on his face and he exclaimed, “Good ----, is that child still alive?” (And I thought to myself, “But of course she's still alive—we prayed for her.”)
Mother seldom had any recreation. And I marvel at the fact that she kept her serenity and good nature in spite of the heavy load of work and responsibilities. She seemed to have the qualities of a Saint, perhaps that is why she is not with us. She was too good for the rest of us on earth who have our human faults and frailties.
My mother was one of the most talented women I have known, and yet with that talent she was very content in staying in the shadows and letting others fill the spotlight. She was silently confident in her abilities, yet openly made you think that she felt she didn’t measure up. Yet those of us who knew her best, knew that she could do just about anything if she put her mind and talents to the task.
There are so many memories of her using her artistic and cooking talents to bless my life growing up, as well as for our own children. There are many examples, but one that stands out for me was the time I ran for Student Body President at my grade school. I was not the most popular kid in school, but was popular enough that I felt I could win, but only if I had some really cool campaign posters. Mom said she would help, and she did a fabulous job of utilizing contemporary comics characters of the day and incorporating them into campaign slogans, posters, signs and handouts. I lost by the slightest of margins, but received a lot of compliments on the outstanding campaign materials. I think that was more satisfying than actually winning. She never let any of us down when we needed something done that capitalized on her wide-ranging artistic talents.
Doris Ann Diamond loved Fred Astaire movies, beautiful flowers, and made a mean gooseberry pie. I guess it’s typical of most good families that the mother exerts the most influence upon the children. That was certainly the case in my family. Mother looked out for me, nurtured me, encouraged me, disciplined me, and always showed great interest in what I was doing. She corrected me when I needed correction, but I always knew that she loved me.
She was a great, innovative cook. I loved her homemade donuts, breads, noodles, fried chicken, gooseberry pies, and many other delicious foods that she cooked. She was also a meticulous housekeeper. She didn't have it easy during her early married life. She certainly knew how to work hard and did. She loved the church, visiting with relatives and neighbors, Fred Astaire movies, travel, beautiful flowers, the mountains, and her family. Growing up in Bennett was a good experience, much of it due to Mother.
Mother always gave me strong encouragement to study hard and to do well in school. She had not had the opportunity for much schooling and she wanted us kids to do better. She always paid close attention to my report cards and gave ample praise for high achievement. When I went to college, she went to work in a Roosevelt clothing store to help me pay for my college expenses. When she got to know Boneta, she really liked her and encouraged me to marry her. Later, after we were married, our letters from her often started out, "Dear Bon."
I was on temporary duty at White Sands Missile Range in New Mexico when I received a call from Bon informing me that Mother had a bad stroke. I cut my trip short and headed to Utah, arriving just shortly after she died. Her death was only six months after Dad's death, on 21 Jul 1984. I think she just wanted to be with him again.