Angels Surrounding Us

Here is another true story about how we must have angels surrounding us. We do seem to give them a hard time, but since they are probably our dear departed relatives, I think that they are happy to help us. 

His name was Paul Howard Stout, and looking back it seemed like he was a cat-- one with nine lives (so they say!) 

For such a nice, quiet, sweet boy, it was amazing that he had so many close calls with death in his life.

When he was about the same age as Kirt  when he was run over, the same thing happened to Paul! Yes, it really did. 

One summer day when he was about a year and a half, he and his brothers and sisters were playing on the front lawn at 1626 So. 50 E. in Orem, Utah. 

Mama was in the house folding clothes in the bedroom,

daddy was in the yard doing work,

and the neighbors across the street were all excited to see their dad drive in to the driveway of their yard. He had been gone, and they were getting ready to move. 

About that time, the neighbor man was told he would need to move his car as the moving van was coming, so he did,to the street. 

At that very time, Paul, in T shirt and diaper, toddled across the street to see what was happening. 

Just at the moment when Mr. Halliday's car backed into the street, Paul arrived, and then it happened. The car ran over Paul!! 

Another neighbor, Audene Yearsley,  a few houses away, heard screams and saw what had happened! She had just gotten home from the hospital a few days before, but she ran down to help Paul. The bump and scream alerted Mr. Halliday, and so he pulled forward, running over Paul again!!! 

Paul's family were alerted to the screams and they all rushed to help. Daddy ran across the street and picked up a  crying little child, and mama ran out too, and they took him in the car to the Utah Valley Hospital. They were so glad he was still alive and crying. 

The Doctors checked him out and said he could have a ruptured spleen, but that did not happen. He too was finally sent home with no serious injuries. All the family knelt and prayed for little Paul.

Mama stayed by his side all night, and next morning he was hungry and seemed fine.  He got well fast too, and had no complications. Those angels were really really busy that day. 

 To be continued~~~~ 

Our Prayers Were Answered

Hi boys and girls! 

Here are some more stories. I hope they make you think, and you ask your parents about them. They are true. 

Once upon a time, there was a dear little 18 month old boy named Kirt. He lived in San Pedro California, and had a big brother named Lynn D and a new born sister named Shauna. Kirt loved to play at his Grandma Engh's house, because he had an aunt Lorraine there too. Kirt's mama was home with new baby Shauna, and Grandma was tending the boys for a few hours.

  

One day Kirt was in the front yard of Grandma's house with his new toy pail and spade, or scoop. There was no good dirt there to play with, as it was all grass, so he decided to go a little farther to where he could see some good dirt and gravel. He was so happy. 

However, the dirt was a driveway next to Grandma's house, and that was the day a neighbor named Mrs. Peterman decided to drive her car to the store. As she backed out of the driveway, she did not see a little boy sitting there. Soon she felt a bump, and it scared her. She got out of her car and began screaming that she had run over that little boy!! 

Grandma came running out of the house, and she and Mrs Peterman picked up the crying boy with the crushed pail. 

They were glad he was crying as they knew he was alive! 

Kirt was rushed to the San Pedro Hospital, just a few blocks away, and the Doctors gave him a sucker with aspirin in it. That made Kirt happy.  

The Doctors could not find anything seriously wrong with him but they did see tire tracks across his bare back. 

 After awhile they sent him home, and by then his mama was there too. Everyone was so sad and worried about that precious little boy who had been run over. 

Later his dad was there too, and everyone prayed for Kirt to be all better. 

The next day Kirt was kind of sore, and he walked carefully, but he did get all better. All of the family were so grateful for his life, and that Heavenly Father had heard their prayers and healed him.

Kirt grew up to be a big, tall man and he had his own little boys and girls. That is why we pray for each other, and are so happy when each person is safe and well. 

 The end

Stephen Connor McConkie

The Knights book was given to Stephen Jr. By you on his birthday!

Stephen Connor McConkie  born April 29, 2005

"It's time to mow your basement"

From: Kari Hain [mailto:karizeeman@yahoo.com]
Sent: Friday, April 21, 2017 2:56 AM

Subject: story about Ronda when she was 6

When I was pregnant with Krista I was put on bed rest because of high blood pressure and was encouraged to either sit or lie down most of the day and have my family do most everything else.

One day Ronda didn't come home after playing with a friend across the street. I called that neighbor and no one answered the phone. I sent another child over to knock on the door and no one answered. I assigned each of my other children to go to all the houses of any friend Ronda had ever played with in the neighborhood. I called each home too and no one knew where she was. We were truly panicked. I decided to call the police. 

The previous month that I had been able to go and do whatever I want, I had set the sprinkler on a section of our yard that had dry grass and also the lilac bush that was given to us

when Colleen Zeeman Hansgen died. After I set the sprinkler, I went grocery shopping and returned. It was at that point that I had intended to turn off the sprinkler but I forgot.

I cooked dinner ate it and then remembered the water was still on. I turned it off and kicked myself for forgetting. I then checked the basement and of course it was flooded. Fortunately we hadn't finished the basement and it was only a place to roller skate on the cement floor.

It also had a table that had lost it's legs so I propped it up with 8 plastic containers of food storage whole wheat. It was on a small piece of carpet and the kids would occasionally color in coloring books on that table.

During my last few weeks of my pregnancy I did not know that the roller skaters ran into that table and the wheat buckets and tipped them over and out spilled some of the wheat. 

OK back to the 911 call. The police came over we explained that Ronda was missing and we were very concerned. The police officer said " Do you mind if I check your house first?" Of course we were ok with that. After checking the upstairs and main floor, he checked the basement. He came upstairs and said, I cant find her anywhere.  

Just then she walked in and had been at the house where we first called and first knocked on their door.The teenage boy responsible for babysitting had fallen asleep and the girls were in the basement and didn't hear the doorbell. 

Then the policeman said. "It's time to mow your basement". The combination of the spilled wheat and the flood had caused the wheat to sprout and we had a cute little lawn growing in our basement! 

My Medical Career

From: Colleen Stout <colleenestout@gmail.com>
Date: Thu, Mar 30, 2017 at 3:14 PM
Subject: Colleen's personal history
To: Colleen Stout <colleenestout@gmail.com>

 MY MEDICAL CAREER 

It was not my idea to go into medicine, but this is how it worked:

I was16 years old, living in California, I just graduated from San Pedro High School, and was working at my folk's Flower shop. World War 2 was still on, although Germany had just been defeated a month before this. 

One day my Bishop called me with an offer for a job. Dr. Harold L. Snow was also our friend and doctor. (Dr. Snow was an EENT and FACS.) We had other help at the Floral, and business was a little slow too. I talked with my parents, and they could see it might work, at least on a part time basis. 

Since it was hard to get good medical help during the war, as most nurses and many doctors were called on to serve the military. That is why Owen Stout, my future husband, had been working at two different hospitals in Salt Lake City. 

I showed up at work at a clinic on 9th St. , wondering what Dr. Snow had in mind for me to do-- clean, organize, or answer phones?  It soon became evident that it was none of those- primarily. I was to be put in charge of the Lab, and do blood work!

Dr. Snow gave me some  technical books to read, and I was to stay there and read them. I did, and reported back.Then he told me to read them again and take notes. I did that. Then he introduced me to the lab, the microscope, and centrifuge,chemicals, and outlines to be followed.

Then he showed me how to prick fingers and draw blood in pipettes, and make smears, counting the blood cells. I had learned how each blood cell looked under the microscope. Then I filled out squares or notes on what I had seen. I learned to count a representative number of cells. 

 After a couple of days, I had my first patient and pricked his finger. I was a lab technician--  I guess:)

When I wasn't doing that, I gave simple hearing tests with an audio meter, made swabs or cotton packs,made up beds, and anything else that they needed me to do. 

I worked with two nurses and one dietitian, and the Doctor himself.

I tried to pay attention and do my best to learn and do my job well. Dr Snow gave me other work too, like stool specimens to label and mail, and also help with the Dietitian, who worked part time. 

When I was not at the clinic, I was making sprays, bouquets, corsages and arrangements at the Floral shop.

I was finally earning real money too, $45.00 a month!! To me, that  was lot, as I only earned 5.00 a week at the family Floral.

Dr. Snow hired a man from NYC to come and do more technical blood work etc.. An arrogant, short Jewish fellow arrived, and he immediately resented me. He was a professional, and did not like me doing work there. That was  OK, so I set out to befriend him. It did take awhile, but I let him take the lead and show me what he knew. I learned some more. I don't know how long he stayed, as I left first and went away to college.

I never went back after college and marriage, but I was always grateful for what I had learned. Actually, Dr. Snow wanted me to come and bring my new baby and work there, but it was too hard. I especially enjoyed learning about diet, wholesome foods and an introduction to Yogurt-- for the first time. I made my own for years. 

Not only that, but Owen and I had a lot in common, and we had a great time talking medicine, and his duties, which were short of amazing the more I  think about it. He  too was called to do some very important things as the SL County Hospital or LDS Hospital. We all look back at the era of WW2 with awe at what we did then. It was a growing time for all of us, and we were old for our ages. 

Over the years Dr. Snow commented on how intelligent I was, and how I did so well. We all can do what we have to-- and grow with the experience.  We just need the challenge, and faith. 

 Colleen Engh Stout-- now age 87 

  

The Country Mouse and the City Mouse

In the children's story, there once was a City Mouse and a Country Mouse. 

  Once upon a time, there was a City Mouse. Her name was Teeny and she was not a mouse, but a 4 year old girl. She was so City that she lived on cement and asphalt. Not really lived, but she did spend a lot of time in that big place called Salt Lake City

-- because it was near a big Salt Lake, too salty to drink, but salty enough to float in.

Teeny would ride her tricycle around the sidewalks and visit the stores that lined them.  She wore a coverall with a logo, or name, on the back of it. It said " Wingfoot," so of course she was also called Wingfoot. It was a sign of the Goodyear Tire Co. which was across the street from her father's gas station. Mostly she was called Teeny. 

 There were no other houses around there in the city,and no friends. She had her armful of dolls and stuffed animals, but no friends! What to do? Teeny, or Wingfoot, had a make believe friend though, which she named Margaret Jean. 

They played together often. 

 One day, Teeny's father decided to plant some flowers around the curb of his gas station so that it would look pretty.

It did. In fact it looked  so pretty that Teeny thought that some of those flowers would be a nice gift for her mother. 

 As  she was picking the flowers, she noticed that they seemed to stick to the dirt. She tugged and tugged and pulled them up! Teeny shook off the dirt and took them in the house and put them in a bottle of water-- like she had seen her mother do. She was so happy that she had done a good deed, and would make her mama happy. 

 Later that day, Teeny's daddy saw her out on her tricycle and asked her if she knew who pulled up his beautiful flowers? Oh yes, she said, it was Margaret Jean. Seeing the look on his face had somehow warned her that maybe it had not been such a good idea. Margaret Jean had been known to be a trouble maker, or at least she could be naughty.

  "Well' said her daddy, " would you please tell Margaret Jean that she did something very bad, and she should never do that again?"  Teeny was only too happy to tell him that she would give the message to her naughty friend. 

 Teen was sorry for what her friend had done, and she felt bad. She decided that Margaret Jean would have to go, as she was a bad influence.

 

 Teeny never played with  Margaret Jean again. She didn't need to, because now she had a new friend-- Kathleen! She was a very nice girl, and always  tried to do what was right.

 Remember, always tell the truth, even if it gets your friends in trouble. 

 The End

She was a paranoid cat

Homeless, penniless and afraid of the law. You might say she was catatonic. I guess she did the best she could under the circumstances.

  Apparently she had been abandoned after an abusive relationship. and had taken to the streets. Who knows what a sordid life she lived, alone and unwanted. I guess she could have been even beautiful once, but time had ravaged her appearance. 

Cat-- we called her, scrounged for garbage and lived in the shadows.

 We had tried to encourage her to  " come out" but she would have none of our pleading. Mostly she hid under an assumed name ( we did not know her real one, and Kitty did not fit her). 

 If we left food for her, she would not touch it until we left, and we assumed she had been given old mice at one time, and she had her scruples.

 Time went on, and we thought she had moved on to easier pickings with shady characters, but one day we spied her on the roof of the house. Actually it was under the roof in a cranny there. We were not about to entice her down. She figured she had moved up in the world, and who were we to deny her?

One day Martha, or was it Andrea, Kari, or  maybe Janna, came to me with the disturbing news that they heard noises in the wall of the stairs. They said it sounded like kittens

mewing. Oh my! What to do? I listened too, and they were right. How did kittens get in a wall, and how could we get them out? We could not bear to let them die in there. 

 Throwing caution to the  winds, or ignoring repercussions, I got a crowbar from the garage, and along with knives and hammers, I managed to pry the knotty- pine boards from the stair wall. We got a flashlight and looked down between the studs,and about three or so feet down at the bottom, were several tiny kittens!! 

 How to get them out without injury was a big problem.  Finally I threw away the rest of the " caution," and got on my hands and knees in the bathroom, on the reverse side, and knocked a hole in the plaster!

The kittens were saved!!

 That old biddy of a cat, had produced the sweetest, cutest kittens. We cared for them and they grew into nice cats. 

 Somehow the new born kittens had fallen from the rafters and landed in the house-- or the wall of the house. As for Cat, we never saw her again.

 Maybe Cat had repaid us for her temporary lodging.

 You never know about cats--  and repentance, and forgiveness.