Anecdotes of Gerald Ray (Bud) Leonard & Lillian Robertshaw Leonard

Michael Collette A few anecdotes: I'm Bud's grandson, Michael. When I was younger Nanny and Grandpa, (Bud) lived in the basement on Shannon Street. On Fridays when Joan and Deig, my sisters, finally went to sleep I would go downstairs and Nanny would make down the bed and I would hop on and we would all watch the Friday night wrestling matches on television.    6-28-19

Gerald D Leonard When I was 9 or 10, I used to take the bus downtown to visit numerous relatives . Favorite times were when I would walk over to Leonard's Tavern, close to where the Salt Palace is now. I would walk into the bar, sit on a stool, and my Uncle Bud, tending bar, would wave "Hello Gerry, grab a coke. I would walk to fridge at end of the bar, open a Coke and visit with him - so fun. Think that could happen now??   6-26-18

Debby Nihipali I remember Nanny wouldn't leave the house unless she was showered and dressed in her best just to go to the g grocery store. Grandpa used to us kids all the time, most memorable "Where is t hat doggie in the window?"    6-28-18

Nanny (Lillian Robertshaw Leonard) vs my mom

Mother's Prayer for Me

One of my most tender memories of my mother--I was at home with my mom in Graham, Washington, and I was going to return that day to Utah.  My mom and I knelt down by our couch in our living room and my mother offered a prayer.  The prayer was all about me.  I can't remember any of the words my mother said that day, but my heart still beats a little faster each time I remember how I felt.

My Adoption Story

My father was in Korea when my mother told me, Barbara Lela McCauley Lovejoy, that I was adopted. That's all she told me. I can remember crying and saying, "No, you are my mother!" Other than some times threatening to run away from home and go to my "real" mother when I got mad at my mom, we never discussed my adoption. Then when I was about 30, my cousin, Jeff Parker, I started doing a few things together, like playing tennis. Jeff kept commenting on how much I looked like his mother, Gerry Parker (Gerald Ray--Bud--and Lilian Leonard's youngest daughter). I would just laugh and think how silly that was because after all, I was adopted. Not long after these tennis outings I saw a movie on TV where a woman needed to find the daughter she gave up for adoption when the daughter was just a baby. The woman needed a marrow transplant, and this daughter could possibly be the only match that would save her life. This movie touched my heart in more ways than one, and I cried and cried. I wanted my "real" mom to be able to find me if she ever needed me for an emergency such as the one in the movie. Other than that I really didn't care. I called my mom and told her about watching this movie and that I was going to search for my "real" mom. My mom said that she had watched the same movie and knew that I would want to do this search. My mother lived in Washington state at the time, and I lived in Utah. She told me not to do anything until she could come to Salt Lake, and we would do the search together. Within a short time, mom made a visit to Salt Lake to see me and the rest of the Utah family. I could hardly wait to go to dinner with her and find out all she knew. I can remember that we went to dinner at Bratten's. I was really puzzled because my mother was so evasive about the whole adoption issue. She said that we would go over to my Aunt Denise's house after dinner, and they would both tell me what they knew. Needless to say, my mind was racing as I didn't know why my Aunt Denise needed to be there. After dinner, my mom, Aunt Denise, and I went into Denise's den. They told me that Gerry had gone to live with my mom and dad in Massachusetts when she found out that she was pregnant. It was decided that my mom and dad would adopt me. My grandparents--Liliian and Bud--had told my parents that if they didn't adopt me, they would. So needless to say, I had a lot of family love and support before I was even born. The first thing I said to my mom after hearing this was, "That means we are blood related! You are my aunt!" She didn't like it much that I referred to her as my aunt, but she didn't understand how much it meant to be that I was blood related--to at least her side of the family. I asked who my father was, but absolutely no one, not even Gerry, seemed to want to tell me who my father was. They claimed they didn't know, but that was a little hard to believe. I honestly didn't care that much, and I never have. It has always been amazing to me that this family secret was kept by so many members of the family. That says so much about my wonderful family, including Gerry. How I love all of them! Side note: Well, now the mystery was solved for Jeff and me--we now knew why I looked so much like his mother! :)

At the RootsTech 2016 Conference yesterday one of the speakers, Steve Rockwood, had us share a family story with a partner.  Then he challenged us to share that story with a relative.  I shared a story about Gramps--Gerald Ray (Bud) Leonard.  When I was 5 years old we were living in Hayward, California-- my father was in Korea, my mother worked full-time, and my grandparents lived in a housing area very close to us.  Gramps and Nanny would pick me up after kindergarten and keep me at their house until my mother got off work.  I loved to tease Gramps and was always coming up with mischievous ways to do so.  One time he was out watering the lawn, and I kept stepping on the hose so the water wouldn't come out.  Gramps finally decided he had had enough, and he jerked the hose to get me off of it.  The jerk not only got me off the hose, but it landed me flat on my head on the concrete patio.  Needless to say, my grandparents were shared to death.  Yet, after some tender nursing care by Nanny, I was fine.  AND I was cured of teasing Gramps--at least in that manner.  The second part of the challenge the speaker gave us yesterday was to ask the person(s) with whom we shared this story to share a story of their own about that person (or another relative).  Therefore, I invite you to share your stories at Leonardfamilyhistory.blogspot.com

Advice from Gramps

I was reminded today of some advice my grandfather, Gerald Ray (Bud) Leonard), used to give numerous times:  "It's not a bargain if you don't need it."  Remembering that advice has save me many pretty pennies.  :)

My Mom & Typing

Because today is Labor Day I thought I would share something about my mom--Bertha Bee Leonard McCauley-- and a work experience she had.  At one time while we were living at Williams Air Force Base, my mom was encouraged by her superiors at work to take a typing class.  So she did.  Not only were the students taught to type, but they also had to learn some things from a workbook or manual. Then they were tested on their typing as well as what they learned from the manual.  Much to the instructor's surprise ( and everyone else's), my mother got the highest mark on the manual info, but she never did learn to type.  :)