A wonderful chapter in Dad’s life began when he met Muriel McHugh.
In 1983, Kay D. Call went to a single adults function in Redmond, Oregon. Muriel McHugh was reporting on the LDS mission to New York City she had just returned from. Dad was impressed, and wrote down her name, as he heard it. It took him a while to find her, because there wasn’t a “McCue” in the the phone book. But fortunately, they did get together, and as Dad says, “We dated for several months and we married on August 30, 1985 in the Boise Temple.”
Can you tell how happy they are here?
Oh! Speaking of Grandchildren, did I mention that by marrying Muriel, Dad got a ready-made family? Muriel’s six children, their spouses and children, and it goes on an on until this day.
Here’s how a few of the grandkids looked in 1985.
Meanwhile, Back at the Old Family….
Dad’s mother and Father, who had been living in Metolius for years, had moved to central Idaho to be near Dad’s sister Leda.
Early in 1986, Dad’s mother, Mona, died. She had been ill for a long time, and I had watched Grandpa care so tenderly for her, in a way that reminded me of the tender care my Dad had given my Mom for so many years.
In July of 1986, my younger daughter, Julia Christine was born. Dad drove with my sister Kathy from Metolius to Salt Lake City to greet the little red haired baby girl.
The Metolius, Oregon Home
Dad writes about the home he made with Muriel, “Muriel and I lived in Metolius for 18 years. We had a nice sized home and a large yard which included my vegetable garden which kept me busy and supplied us and many of our friends and neighbors. There were more than 30 trees and a huge lawn. I build two sheds to hold miscellaneous garden and other storage items.”
“Muriel was in charge of the flower beds, of which we had many.”
“We had a deck built across the back of our house where we could sit and enjoy the peace and queit and beauty of our yard and enjoy the company of our family and friends.”
Our daughters had the opportunity to visit Grandpa Kay and Grandma Muriel a few times. Fortunately, it was always in the summer. I love these pictures Muriel took of Dad and my girls at the coast.
Dealing with Loss Again
Kathy’s illness had been getting progressively worse. My father watched her motor skills deteriorate, and testing confirmed his fear: in addition to her cerebral palsy, she had inherited our mother’s disease, which led to the chronic, progressive deterioration of her central nervous system. Dad writes, “She was very brave, and never complained about her health.” She passed away in a nursing home in January of 1994. His father, Reuben, had died in 1990.
Move to Pocatello
Dad wrote in his life history, “In 2001 we finally realized the yard work was too much for us, so we had a home built in Pocatello [Chubbuck] where four of Muriel’s children (and many grandchildren) live. It was hard for us to give up our home and friends in Oregon, but our yard is much smaller here and we are again busy with Church activities. Muriel’s daughter, Terrilee, lives next door and has been a great help to us. We love having her colse to watch over us.”
The above picture was probably taken before they moved to Chubbuck, but it’s the only picture I have of Terrilee. (Except for her baby pictures, which I’m afraid belong in a different post!)
I can’t tell you when or where this picture of Collin and Diane was taken with Muriel and Dad. Collin? Diane? Let me know in the comments!
Anybody who wants to be identified, leave a comment and give me the data!
To the right, you can see Burt and Kelly Peterson, and more of the family.
The writing on the back of these photos says, “Spaghetti dinner fundraiser – January 2011” I was confused by the “Christmas Decorations” in the background, but then I realized that there is a silent auction at these fundraisers, and someone might have donated Christmas decorations.
In any case, this is one of the last photos we have of Dad and Muriel together. In March 2011, just before my Dad’s 86th birthday, Muriel passed away.
I was overwhelmed at the funeral by the love the family showed for my father. It was not until then, that I realized they were my family, too.
The Prodigal Daughter
My husband Marc and I have come to make our home with Dad in Chubbuck. We have only been here four months, but Dad has opened his heart and home to help us and it is a joy to be with him.
Dad is beloved “Brother Call” to everyone in the Paradise Ward in Chubbuck. The outpouring of affection from family and friends — especially old friends of mine from Oregon who remember my wonderful father — has made this a happy birthday for him.
I wanted this tribute to him, these four posts on the four Sundays in March, to be his birthday present from me to him. But it has been much more a gift to me. It has been a joy to share these pictures, and to interview him about his life before I came into it.
To all of Kay D. Call’s loved ones, please enjoy. And please leave comments!