Annie Gale Talbot - mother of Brent

Annie as a girl, wife and mother

Annie's home, family and 50th Anniversary

Grandpa and Grandma Talbot in their living room in Paragonah. This is the way I will always remember them

Orson and Annie had 9 children; Beth, Brent, Gordon, Bob, Anna, Jim, Neil, Ardell, and Judy 

In the picture Gordon has passed away and Brent's wife Sherlie is on his left. 

My Testimony

I know with all my heart that there is a Heavenly Father and that he is a father to us all and I believe that Jesus is his son and that he died for us and was resurrected, so we can some day do the same. I believe in prayer and that prayers are answered every day for us if we are faithful and believe.

I am grateful to my Heavenly Father for my family: -- My wonderful husband and the Priesthood he holds.  My sons and the Priesthood they all hold and the daughters being office holders in their church callings that they are called to perform by the Father in Heaven.

I pray we can always be one great family in the Church of Jesus Christ.      Mother

My memories of Grandpa and Grandpa Talbot include lots of love and fun.  Every time I went to visit, I always felt so loved and supported. They were both always so interested in what I was doing.

As I think back on things, Grandma was usually in her chair by the stove crocheting, and Grandpa was outside working.  I remember always stopping to visit with Grandma and watching her do her handy work.  It was always so amazing to watch her crinkled fingers make those beautiful stitches.  It made me sad to see the ridges that the thread left in her fingers as she crocheted.  Grandma encouraged me to always do needle work.  I made 25 pairs of pillowcases and several dresser scarves as I was growing up through the years .  Grandma put beautiful crocheted lace around everyone.  She also made me 2 afgans and 3 beautiful doilies .  These two doilies,  have beautiful flowers around the edges, and are some of my favorite things.  They sit in a place of honor in my living room and they are a daily reminder to me of how much my grandma cared for me.

I also remember grandma cooking dinner for us when we came to visit.  She made delicious white bread.  I was always so excited to eat her bread.  I can taste it, as I type.  She always had preserves and fresh milk too.  I loved to help her in the kitchen.  The kitchen was a little old fashioned and everything was such an adventure.  I remember the old washer, and hanging up clothes.  I remember the old stoves, mud pies and feeding the cats.  I remember the benches she used around her kitchen table and the boys getting ready over the extra sink in the kitchen.  I remember the shower in the back room that we would borrow for a bathroom when the boys were in the one bathroom.  I remember the tons of people that were always there, coming in and out.

I remember Grandma at the end of the table, without her false teeth, trying to eat, always happy and never cross .

I call one of my own daughters Annie, because of the pleasant memories I have of Grandma.  Grandma was an example to me of hard work and determination.  I hope by calling Andrea, Annie it will remind me to instill some of the qualities of Annie Gale Talbot into my family.

Visiting Grandpa was always such fun.  We city girls did not know much of farm life, and so we had so many questions and wanted to help grandpa with all the chores and going ons of the farm.  I remember watching Grandpa milk and feed the cows.  I remember feeding the pigs and watching the baby pigs.  I remember climbing in the barn and looking out the window.  I remember going with grandpa to get the mail, go to the store, do errands, or visit Uncle Walt.  I remember going horse back riding, and shooting gophers in the field.  I remember bringing in the hay and the big wagons.  I remember helping in the cellar and the old grain house.  I especially liked to pretend to drive grandpas old truck that set in the back lot.  Grandpa had a beautiful garden and lots of apple trees.  We used to play in the long rolls of corn and eat green apples.

Grandpa was always so kind and patient with us.  He often had several bunches of grandkids with him and all of us were quite young.  I also enjoyed watching the relationship that grandpa and grandma had .  He was always so kind and never seemed to complain of the extra work that he had to do for grandma and her arthritis.  As we grew up in St. George, we did not get to see Grandma and Grandpa as much as we wanted.  It was always so fun to have them come down.  When they did come down, grandpa always had his car full of things from his garden.  We enjoyed this produce so much!!!  I still love summer squash.  I remember as a child thinking that we were going to end up eating those dang,, big, summer squashes all winter.  They seemed to last and last.

I having nothing but love for these two humble, kind loving individuals in my life. They didn't leave much materially behind, but they left me a "legacy of love" .  Before my dad died he often reminded me of  Grandpa Talbot.  I felt good about that, and hope that some day someone will say that some part of my life reminded them of my Grandpa and Grandma, Orson and Annie, Talbot.

As I grew older, I was probably impressed with Grandma's ability to keep going even with all her arthritis. I remember her making bread and kneading it with her poor hands. It made me so sad. When I was there I always ask her if I could please knead for her. I remember her trying to cut the apples. I always tried to help her sweep and wash the dishes when I was there because I could tell it hurt her feet to walk. 

I remember sitting on the couch and watching her crochet and talking with her. I know that grandma tended us several time through the years. She would not have been able to come and find me on the farm. . . . how did she do it? I know that Judy was a great help, but somehow grandma was able to get us to keep checking back in with her. I think that grandma was always so interested in what I was doing that I kept wanting to check back in with her and tell her what I was doing. When I was living in Salt Lake, grandma always wrote me and remembered my birthday and my family birthdays. Grandma also gave me many handmade items and encouraged me to work on my handwork. Grandma put edges on all my handwork that I completed. 

Grandpa and Grandma were great people. I just knew it. I could feel it. I do not ever remember them telling me how to act or what to do. 

By Judy Henrie

I wrote down a few things about dad and mom. I, too, learned to drive at Five Mile with dad. We had the little
white car with a round back. My friends called it the Baracuda. I learned how to drive in this car at Five Mile -
grinding the gears and working the clutch. I was really grateful for this practice because when I started driver's
ed, I didn't act like a deweeb. Of course, I remember Dad's bib overalls. They were his trademark. He wore
them all the time, except on Sundays. Dad liked to work in the garden. He took pride in having a garden that was
weed free. He planted gardens each year until he was too old to do it. When it was his water turn, he would be
up all night and work all day, making sure the water covered the field. He was so amazed later in his life when
he saw the sprinker system in the field. He couldn't believe there was something that put water over the entire
field. He taught me how to drive the tractor. I always went to the field with him to haul hay. It was fun having
the responsibility of driving the tractor. I did toss a few people off the wagon when I popped the clutch. Dad
always had respect for mom and expected me to do the same. He didn't allow talking back. I can remember a few
spankings from dad. He used a little stick out of the rose bush. His scoldings hurt more than the spankings. I just
couldn't stand him to be mad at me.
Dad taught us to do a good job and be honest - to give it your best and be honest.
Mom's crocheting was one of her trademarks. Crocheting was her salvation. She often told me it kept her from
loosing her mind. She was always excited to get new yarn in different colors. She thoroughly enjoyed making-
afghans for the grandchildren. I remember Mom's homemade bread and the sacks of flour and sugar in the upstairs
bedroom. She made bread on a certain day of the week. It was kept in a can in the kitchen. The lid was always
.: banging, as we all loved to eat it. She loved to write to the family. She was excited to have the family come horne.
Mom's bottling in the fall is another of my memories. Everything was bottled and put in the cellar in the fall.
Very few things went to waste. Even the apples were sorted and placed in the bins in the cellar. Morn had a
wringer washer for doing the laundry. She resisted the newer, electric washers for a long time, but when she did
get one she loved it. Morn always worn dresses and an apron. It was late in her life before she started wearing
pants. Mom sustained the family with a strong faith and testimony. Having the family active in church meant a
lot to her. Of course, there was the arthritis. I remember how her joints in her knees ground together when she
got up and down, and the constant pain. She was admired for her strength and endurance.