CHILDHOOD MEMORIES OF MY AUNTS & UNCLES (Written by Aurella Jones Mathews for the Isaac Chamberlain Reunion 7/17/82
Contributor: Will Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
Mother Rua and I, in reminiscing back a year or two
Decided to share some of my memories with you.
My childhood days with Chamberlains -- I had such fun.
Briefly, here's what I remember about each one.
Uncle Cornell, like his dad with his laugh and grin,
Would coax me to repeat my name over and over to him.
It took me years to figure it all out.
"Humperella" -- what a name to get so tickled about!
Uncle Ed, I remember being so quiet and kind.
A finer gentleman it would be hard to find.
He worked at Cedar Laundry in the hot wet steam.
Occasionally, I tagged Mom when we visited him.
Recalling the time of this next incident is a trick.
But riding through Zions and past Navajo made me awful sick.
Uncle Alma was there, but no sympathy did he give.
"When it's all up," he said, "You know you're gonna live."
After Shyrl and Doris' marriage, at Clear Creek they sought to spoon.
Renee and I thought we should share in their honeymoon.
Somewhere in a private place Shyrl and Doris tried to be,
But we followed, looking through keyholes and windows to try and see.
Uncles Bud and K made an early impression.
Babysitting me, probably wasn't their chosen profession.
They would tickle me until I'd laugh -- then cry.
My sides ached so bad I thought I would die.
I remember the "green sponge cake" family surprise they both made.
The memory of that hard-as-a-rock, half-inch creation does not fade.
Uncle DeLynn, Renee*, and I were the three
Who created much mischief in perfect harmony.
We tried hiking from Enoch to Summit at age five,
To see if DeLynn's new puppies were still alive.
The trek was cut short by a concerned road cop
Who returned us to Enoch to tell our folks what was up.
And while herding cows in Summit on a hot summer day,
We three forgot cows and decided to play.
DeLynn challenged us, and won a most unusual contest.
He wrapped a scarf 'round his neck and held his breath the longest.
I grew up with Aunt Helen living close by.
A second Mom she has been to Lorin, Janice and I.
The attic of their old house was "the place to play,"
And how I envied the green and white outhouse -- ours was just gray.
Now, my funny experiences growing up with Rua, my Mom,
Would fill volumes, but I'll just mention one.
I had a habit of playing with friends and staying too late.
Once, Mom greeted me with a long willow -- I knew my fate.
'Round the house she chased. I went one way -- she the other.
It wasn't fair for me to be crying, while still laughing was Mother.
Aunt Lasca is special too,but I don't remember too much
Of early experiences, of visiting her, and such.
I do recall she and Mom discussing her house one time.
Lasca said she had painted her kitchen to cover the grease and grime.
When I think of Aunt Valoyce, hilarious things come back to me.
She was the one who could swallow her whole fist, you see.
I would watch her perform with my eyes open wide.
How could all those fingers fit inside?
I hope you've enjoyed the fond memories I've shared
Of Chamberlains who are great -- and each one has cared.
For the other in this close-knit family.
I'm glad I'm a twig on the Chamberlain tree.
* Renee is the daughter of Aunt Helen, and we have been close companions since birth.