Luella Ross (Rice)

Mother, Luella Rice Ross, raised two families: one of her own in Utah, and another of her bothers and sisters in Nevada. She was I believe 14 when her sweet mother Phoebe passed away. Mother never complained about what she had and was always supportive of my father LeR Ross. She loved her half-acre yard with a large garden and a line of show roses...and very large trees. She as Paul was content in her pleasant surroundings. Brigham Young said as I remember that any women who raised up a family and taught them in the way they should go would be saved in the Kingdom of God if they did no other thing. She did it twice. And she did other things as well. Never stopped; neither did my Father LeR ever stop. Like her "shoes" she "wore out her life in the servive of (her) God" (Spencer W. Kimble). That was his goal and that was her life. It took it's toll though, with Parkinson's and what she called "spells." All the more to her glory it was for her love for us. I had a struggle in learning because of a severe affective disability and she hired a tutor. It worked. I read at a college level by High School. That was much appreciated. It was very difficult in those days for parents and the schools provided little resources. When I bought my first car at an early age, I and the salesman went for a test drive. When she saw the used Chevy II at home the question was asked to my amasement, "how much". He said "1200 dollars" -- She said "600". The tough salesman, gasped, turned and took several steps back for a while, but agreed. A good while later I took martial arts lessons for a year and thought I could handle things -- and have bought several automobiles at a good price -- but never like that. Mother had an amazing recall, quoting poems from her childhood. Wished I had that gift. She was good at the TV show Jeopardy. But I graduated from two top ten graduate schools in spite of my considerable disability. Would have never happened I think except for her early intervention. Mother also drew cartoons from the newspaper free hand and read stories to our glee. Her will was like that of any very strong person. If you have some of these traits, look to her for it. Mother speaking of her job in the cannery said that whenever she had a job or if she would get a job now she would work her way up to supervisor. Women in those old times also had their large gardens and fine stiching and embroidery to make good money from home. The industrial revolution changed that. I remember seeing a large embroidered table setting and was amazed at its finery. That was from her mother someone said. I am sure she was taught how to do it as well. And my mother was supportive of me later in life when my disability worsened. Must have been hard. I look upon her memory with great admiration and fondness. All the women in the world like this together have more influence to shape it for good than any president or parliament could possibly hope to have. She had a good heart, sponsoring a refugee family from Laos, sometimes referred to as boat people in the newspapers. She visited them enthusiastically to help them get started here, which they greatly appreciated. Honest and reliable as the sun rising every morning. When one of us very little passed by a table display at one of the small family neighborhood grocery stores, and spied a toy truck on the ground. When she saw it in the house, back to the store they went in the car, the child sent inside to return it. In those times they all new each other so it went okay. But a lesson learned. That is another thing gone -- these convenient little stores. And mother welcomed a Navajo student named Loretta into our home who had signed up for a program sponsored by the LDS Church to attend classes here. Loretta became a good friend of the family. Mother never deviated from her faith in God and her activity in the Church. She was a good teacher of Sunday School and was the chapel organist for years. She served in a Relief Society Presidency Mother served a mission for the LDS Church to Canada and spoke of it to us. Again mother and her husband LeR served a mission in Sandiego, California at the Mormon Battalion Center. And they spoke of that often as well. My mother and my father had an ancestor each in that Battalion. Strong people like everyone else learn as they go and improve with age if they have an honest heart and a desire to do good. She did that too. I have a ways to go but appreciate the example of my good parents.

Mother, Luella Rice Ross, raised two families: one of her own in Utah, and another of her bothers and sisters in Nevada. She was I believe 14 when her sweet mother Phoebe passed away. Mother never complained about what she had and was always supportive of my father LeR Ross. She loved her half-acre yard with a large garden and a line of show roses...and very large trees. She as Paul was content in her pleasant surroundings. Brigham Young said as I remember that any women who raised up a family and taught them in the way they should go would be saved in the Kingdom of God if they did no other thing. She did it twice. And she did other things as well. Never stopped; neither did my Father LeR ever stop. Like her "shoes" she "wore out her life in the servive of (her) God" (Spencer W. Kimble). That was his goal and that was her life. It took it's toll though, with Parkinson's and what she called "spells." All the more to her glory it was for her love for us. I had a struggle in learning because of a severe affective disability and she hired a tutor. It worked. I read at a college level by High School. That was much appreciated. It was very difficult in those days for parents and the schools provided little resources. When I bought my first car at an early age, I and the salesman went for a test drive. When she saw the used Chevy II at home the question was asked to my amasement, "how much". He said "1200 dollars" -- She said "600". The tough salesman, gasped, turned and took several steps back for a while, but agreed. A good while later I took martial arts lessons for a year and thought I could handle things -- and have bought several automobiles at a good price -- but never like that. Mother had an amazing recall, quoting poems from her childhood. Wished I had that gift. She was good at the TV show Jeopardy. But I graduated from two top ten graduate schools in spite of my considerable disability. Would have never happened I think except for her early intervention. Mother also drew cartoons from the newspaper free hand and read stories to our glee. Her will was like that of any very strong person. If you have some of these traits, look to her for it. Mother speaking of her job in the cannery said that whenever she had a job or if she would get a job now she would work her way up to supervisor. Women in those old times also had their large gardens and fine stiching and embroidery to make good money from home. The industrial revolution changed that. I remember seeing a large embroidered table setting and was amazed at its finery. That was from her mother someone said. I am sure she was taught how to do it as well. And my mother was supportive of me later in life when my disability worsened. Must have been hard. I look upon her memory with great admiration and fondness. All the women in the world like this together have more influence to shape it for good than any president or parliament could possibly hope to have. She had a good heart, sponsoring a refugee family from Laos, sometimes referred to as boat people in the newspapers. She visited them enthusiastically to help them get started here, which they greatly appreciated. Honest and reliable as the sun rising every morning. When one of us very little passed by a table display at one of the small family neighborhood grocery stores, and spied a toy truck on the ground. When she saw it in the house, back to the store they went in the car, the child sent inside to return it. In those times they all new each other so it went okay. But a lesson learned. That is another thing gone -- these convenient little stores. And mother welcomed a Navajo student named Loretta into our home who had signed up for a program sponsored by the LDS Church to attend classes here. Loretta became a good friend of the family. Mother never deviated from her faith in God and her activity in the Church. She was a good teacher of Sunday School and was the chapel organist for years. She served in a Relief Society Presidency Mother served a mission for the LDS Church to Canada and spoke of it to us. Again mother and her husband LeR served a mission in Sandiego, California at the Mormon Battalion Center. And they spoke of that often as well. My mother and my father had an ancestor each in that Battalion. Strong people like everyone else learn as they go and improve with age if they have an honest heart and a desire to do good. She did that too. I have a ways to go but appreciate the example of my good parents.

Mother, Luella Rice Ross, raised two families: one of her own in Utah, and another of her bothers and sisters in Nevada. She was I believe 14 when her sweet mother Phoebe passed away. Mother never complained about what she had and was always supportive of my father LeR Ross. She loved her half-acre yard with a large garden and a line of show roses...and very large trees. She as Paul was content in her pleasant surroundings. Brigham Young said as I remember that any women who raised up a family and taught them in the way they should go would be saved in the Kingdom of God if they did no other thing. She did it twice. And she did other things as well. Never stopped; neither did my Father LeR ever stop. Like her "shoes" she "wore out her life in the servive of (her) God" (Spencer W. Kimble). That was his goal and that was her life. It took it's toll though, with Parkinson's and what she called "spells." All the more to her glory it was for her love for us. I had a struggle in learning because of a severe affective disability and she hired a tutor. It worked. I read at a college level by High School. That was much appreciated. It was very difficult in those days for parents and the schools provided little resources. When I bought my first car at an early age, I and the salesman went for a test drive. When she saw the used Chevy II at home the question was asked to my amasement, "how much". He said "1200 dollars" -- She said "600". The tough salesman, gasped, turned and took several steps back for a while, but agreed. A good while later I took martial arts lessons for a year and thought I could handle things -- and have bought several automobiles at a good price -- but never like that. Mother had an amazing recall, quoting poems from her childhood. Wished I had that gift. She was good at the TV show Jeopardy. But I graduated from two top ten graduate schools in spite of my considerable disability. Would have never happened I think except for her early intervention. Mother also drew cartoons from the newspaper free hand and read stories to our glee. Her will was like that of any very strong person. If you have some of these traits, look to her for it. Mother speaking of her job in the cannery said that whenever she had a job or if she would get a job now she would work her way up to supervisor. Women in those old times also had their large gardens and fine stiching and embroidery to make good money from home. The industrial revolution changed that. I remember seeing a large embroidered table setting and was amazed at its finery. That was from her mother someone said. I am sure she was taught how to do it as well. And my mother was supportive of me later in life when my disability worsened. Must have been hard. I look upon her memory with great admiration and fondness. All the women in the world like this together have more influence to shape it for good than any president or parliament could possibly hope to have. She had a good heart, sponsoring a refugee family from Laos, sometimes referred to as boat people in the newspapers. She visited them enthusiastically to help them get started here, which they greatly appreciated. Honest and reliable as the sun rising every morning. When one of us very little passed by a table display at one of the small family neighborhood grocery stores, and spied a toy truck on the ground. When she saw it in the house, back to the store they went in the car, the child sent inside to return it. In those times they all new each other so it went okay. But a lesson learned. That is another thing gone -- these convenient little stores. And mother welcomed a Navajo student named Loretta into our home who had signed up for a program sponsored by the LDS Church to attend classes here. Loretta became a good friend of the family. Mother never deviated from her faith in God and her activity in the Church. She was a good teacher of Sunday School and was the chapel organist for years. She served in a Relief Society Presidency Mother served a mission for the LDS Church to Canada and spoke of it to us. Again mother and her husband LeR served a mission in Sandiego, California at the Mormon Battalion Center. And they spoke of that often as well. My mother and my father had an ancestor each in that Battalion. Strong people like everyone else learn as they go and improve with age if they have an honest heart and a desire to do good. She did that too. I have a ways to go but appreciate the example of my good parents.

Mother, Luella Rice Ross, raised two families: one of her own in Utah, and another of her bothers and sisters in Nevada. She was I believe 14 when her sweet mother Phoebe passed away. Mother was greatful for her surroundings and never complained about what she had--not one word I can remember--and was always supportive of my father LeR Ross. She loved her half acre yard with a large garden and a line of show roses...and very large trees. Showing me once how to start a rose bush from a rose stem placed under a wide-mouth fruit jar, she found a stem on a walk for me to start. I did. We also had a small orchard, several rows of raspberries, and garden space. This may be in part where our strong hands were from, howing so many weeds. Mother was happy in her pleasant neighborhood. Brigham Young said as I remember that any women who raised up a family and taught them in the way they should go would be saved in the Kingdom of God if they did no other thing. Mother did it twice. And she did many other things as well including playing the organ for years at Church, teaching Relief Society lessons and serving in the Relief Society Presidency. Never stopped; neither did my father LeR with ever stop. Like her "shoes" she "wore out her life in the survive of (her) God" (Spencer W. Kimble). This was the goal and that was her life. It took its toll though, with Parkinson's and what she called "spells." All the more to her glory it was for her love for us. I had a struggle in learning because of my Asperger's Syndrome and she hired a tutor. It worked. I read at a college level by High School. That was much appreciated. Very difficult it was in those days for parents and the schools provided little resources. When I bought my first car at an early age, I and the salesman went for a test drive. When she saw the used Chevy II at home the question was asked to my amazement, "how much". He said "1200 dollars". She said "600". The tough salesman, gasped, turned and took several steps back, leaned down for a bit, but agreed. A good while later I took martial arts lessons for a year, did good, and thought I could handle things. Have bought several automobiles at a good price--never like that. Mother had an amazing recall, quoting poems from her childhood. Wished I had that gift. She was good at the TV show Jeopardy. But I graduated from two top ten graduate schools in-spite of my considerable disability. May never have happened I think except for her early intervention. Mother also drew cartoons from the newspaper free hand and read stories to our glee. Some of you will have artistic abilities. Her will was like that of any very strong person. If you have some of these traits, look to her for it. Mother speaking of her job at the cannery said that whenever she had a job or if she would get a job now, she would work her way up to supervisor. Women in earlier times also had their large gardens and fine stitching and embroidery to make good money from home. She canned fruit from our trees and sold apples at a local fruit-stand. The industrial revolution changed that. I remember seeing a large, embroidered table-setting, and was amazed at its finery. That was from her mother someone said. I am sure she was taught how to do it as well. She did make magnificent quilts in the living room along with some of the other sisters. And my mother was supportive of me later in life when my disability worsened. Must have been hard. I look upon her memory with great admiration and fondness. All the women in the world like this together have more influence to shape it for good than any president or parliament could possibly have. She had a good heart, sponsoring a refugee family from Laos, sometimes referred to as boat-people in the newspapers. She visited them enthusiastically to help them get started here, which they greatly appreciated. Honest and reliable as the sun rising. One of us very little passed by a table-display at one of the small family, neighborhood grocery-stores and spied a toy truck on the ground. When she saw it in the house, back to the store they went in the car, the child sent inside to return it. In those times they all knew each other so it went okay. But a lesson was learned. Likewise, she would say something later on when someone in a group was out of line. And mother welcomed a Navajo student named Loretta into our home who had signed up for a program sponsored by the LDS Church to attend classes here. Loretta became a good friend of the family. Mother never deviated from her faith in God and her activity in the Church. She was a good teacher of Sunday School and was the chapel organist for years. She served in a Relief Society Presidency. Mother served a mission for the LDS Church to Canada and spoke of it to us. I still have a oak-leaf plaque brought back by her from Canada. Again, mother and my father LeR served a mission in San Diego, California at the Mormon Battalion Center. And they spoke of that often as well. My mother and my father had an ancestor each in that Battalion. Strong people like everyone else learn as they go and improve with age if they have an honest heart and a desire to do good. She did that too. I have a ways to go but appreciate the example of my good parents.