Jules Charles Schauers

This picture has significant meaning to me. I remember riding on my grandpa's shoulders and resting my head on his head. He was one of my best friends growing up. I was sick in 2003 with a virus in my heart. This was an extremely difficult time in my life. One time, in the middle of the night, I was lying on the bathroom floor. I was extremely discouraged and felt I wanted to surrender. I did not feel the strength or the desire to carry on anymore. I began to cry and pray to my Heavenly Father. Although I had not seen this picture previously, I had the most perfect vision of my grandpa Jules with this same sweet smile, carrying me on his shoulders, as he is doing here in this picture. I felt as if I were lifted up and being carried.I rested upon him. I placed my arms upon his head and also my head upon my arms, It was a perfect vision. I had the realization that the veil was thin and that he was still my buddy. He would help me get through this difficult time. When I regained my composure, I went to my desk in my bathroom. My scriptures were open to Moroni 7. The pages then seem to turn to Doctrine and Covenants 84:88. The Spirit filled my heart. I knew that an angel., my angel, was sent to bear me up. I have reflected on this experience throughout the two years that I was ill and at other times of adversity in my life. It was an assurance to me that My Heavenly Father loved me and knew me. He knew who he could send to provide the needed love and comfort to his child. Acts 27:23 "For there stood by me this night the angel of God, whose I am, and whom I serve." Granddaughter Lisa (Schauers) Mitchell

This is Grandpa at our house in Brush, Colorado. He is shakin' it up with some maracas. (I am sure he had his favorite Juicy fruit gum in his pocket or a butterscotch disc or two). He had been helping my mom with some remodeling in our home. He could do anything from gardening, to electrical work, plumbing and remodeling, to mechanics. Some of his expertise came from working In his younger years, as a flight engineer for the Army Air corp in WW 2 and as an electrical engineer for North American Aviation in Downey, California. When I was almost too young to remember, I climbed into Grandpa's pick-up with the camper and began to pull the key out of the ignition. Since it did not come out so easily, I gave it a little twist. Pretty soon, the camper was moving. I headed straight for the clothesline that had the big metal poles. I caused quite a commotion with that little incident, but I do not remember a harsh word or scolding. Grandma and Grandpa took me and my sister Heidi on camping trips in Utah. We would ride along up above and look out the top bunk window while we traveled. What adventures we had camping with them. We scampered through a stinging nettle patch while catching frogs, (Which meant we were covered in baking soda paste and miserable for the rest of that particular trip). We hiked and explored.Grandpa was an expert fisherman and used Velveeta cheese for bait.We would go fishing with Grandpa and could sit for hours eating an occasional bite of Velveeta cheese (his bait) and enjoy the quiet company of our grandpa. He could fry up a cat fish that tasted like Kentucky Fried Chicken. After singing by Grandma Norma, we would settle into our over-the-cab bunk in our sleeping bags and look at the stars while listening to the nightly serenade of Grandma and Grandpa's snoring and unusual breathing sounds. Grandpa was a rock hound. He and I would look for interesting rocks together. He took me to gem shops to get opals, sapphires, rubies etc that he would make into rings for my grandma. He made me a jade heart necklace for Heidi and I and pendants for my mother. He bought me a rock tumbler so I could polish rocks adding the different types of grit and water to polish off the rough edges. With one of those polished rocks, he made my first Bolo tie for my cowgirl horse show outfit. (He also surprised me on my 5 year old birthday with a new bridle hanging on the bed post of my bunk bed because I got a pony that year!). When my dad was 17, he baptized Grandpa Jules. My dad said that Grandpa came up to him after returning home from a scout camp and said, "Do you want to baptize me?" My dad said it was totally unexpected because my grandpa "had given ulcers to about 20 sets of missionaries" prior to that day. My Grandpa was a covenant keeper. He served for years in the boy scouts and in other various church callings.He was dedicated to his family and loved my grandma. They would dance together while she sang, "Let Me Call You Sweetheart," to him. I remember going with him to visit and help his mother. He and Grandma Norma went on a mission to Guatemala when I was in junior high. It was a physically taxing welfare mission. Grandpa taught the people how to garden and irrigate and Grandma taught the women how to feed their children. They were cold and had to warm their water on the primitive stove. The water needed to be boiled for drinking too. When they came home from their mission, our family waited anxiously to greet them as they got off the plane. I remember specifically that Grandpa was glowing. He looked like an angel to me. I never mentioned this to anyone, but pondered it in my heart. This past year, my sister Heidi and I were talking and she remarked that she saw the same glow in Grandpa's countenance on that day. He died with in the year of returning from his mission, but has been an angel to me (see the story with picture of me on his shoulders). I loved my Grandpa Jules. His love has been a beautiful gift to me and has enriched my life. The memories of him bring a smile and a feeling of joy to my heart. Someday I look forward to the day when I will see him again with that sweet smile of his. Maybe then we will celebrate and shake some maracas! By Granddaughter Lisa (Schauers) Mitchell