I have such fond memories of being at the Waldrop home. I remember babysitting often and she would drive me back home. On the way there, we would talk about a lot of things. We talked about things that I don't remember talking about with very many other people, if any. They were important topics that helped me be aware of and shape a lot of how I feel about things. Her questions and comments were so helpful.
I also remember lots of fun get-togethers at the Waldrop home. I remember playing Rapid Recall with she and Mike and quite a few others. They both shared their pictures of how they remembered the words on the list and us all cracking up.
American Sign language class. Being interested in it enough to look into what it takes to be an interpreter. I was really starting to get a hint of what it was like to communicate with the deaf.
Also, peppering her with questions when taking my physiology class with Wally Smith.
Oh, how about getting awesome letters in Brazil from the Waldrops.
I remember her pinning ceremony. I always wanted be a nurse to be just like Heidi. Seeing her finish her degree and having a baby and all the other responsibilities she was attending to at the time.
I remember the year she made the pillows for the kids. and then there was the afghans. The afghan she made for me and the one out of the remnants she made for my baby(I don't know if it was before Alice was born or after).
I remember her moving to South Carolina and the letters she sent back to share her experiences there.
Helping her in the kitchen while I update her on my life--more of an ongoing activity rather than a memory, but I always appreciate her interest in my life. AND getting to talk Physiology with her :)
B C Thanksgiving with Grandpa Clawson, Uncle Dave Clawson, Heidi and me. ( I think at a KOA Campsite in Cedar City in the summer of nineteen seventy...not sure!) -followed within days by a potential forest fire (it was at least a shoe fire) and the great anti-gravity milkshake experiment which caused considerable consternation in a very "proper" lady dog owner.
My favorite memory is still reenacting the certs commercial in our bedroom! It would usually end with her smaller body being launched across the room onto her bed and us laughing hysterically.
Another all-time favorite is going to see "The Slipper and the Rose" across town after buying thongs (aka flip-flops) and then driving home speaking with a British accent! I actually drove - I think it was Dad's green pickup. That was one of the funnest evenings I remember having in high school!
Playing Trivial Pursuit on New Year's Eve after we were both married at our Provo apartment was one of the funniest (and most embarrassing) experiences I've ever had. If you haven't heard the story, ask her!
I loved watching her on stage in high school, especially as Marian the Librarian. And I got to see a rehearsal of her portrayal of Aunt Eller and only wish I could have seen the live show. She was great!! Posted by Sheri
I can't let Heidi's b-day pass without sharing my favorite memory of her.
Last year, when Lincoln was born, Heidi was there throughout, both as an adept, trained professional and a caring sister. She helped Merri emotionally and physically.
My favorite part of that long day/night was when Heidi was performing the newborn checkup on her newest little nephew. The love in her eyes and the skill of her hands was just beautiful.
I learned how much love she had for me after I destroyed her sweater by throwing it in the dryer. I was in a hurry and needed to throw some clothes in the washing machine, so I took the clothes in there, without really looking, and just tossed them in the dryer. Little did I know, they contained my mom's nice, 'lay flat to dry - DO NOT MACHINE DRY' sweater. I remember her being understandably quite upset that her sweater would now fit Nora (and I don't remember if Nora was even born yet). I felt pretty horrible. So horrible that I wrote her a note and put some money in it to buy her a new sweater. The note she wrote me back, and the hug she gave me meant so much more than she probably meant it to, but I will always remember how happy I was to have a Mom who didn't care about the dumb things like that, as long as she could teach me to make it right, and more importantly, that she loved me unconditionally.
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Delivering over 2000 newspapers on a Sunday and getting done about 1:30pm with the routes. You rock big sis. Nothing can stop you. Love ya Heidi
I have such fond memories of being at the Waldrop home. I remember babysitting often and she would drive me back home. On the way there, we would talk about a lot of things. We talked about things that I don't remember talking about with very many other people, if any. They were important topics that helped me be aware of and shape a lot of how I feel about things. Her questions and comments were so helpful.
I also remember lots of fun get-togethers at the Waldrop home. I remember playing Rapid Recall with she and Mike and quite a few others. They both shared their pictures of how they remembered the words on the list and us all cracking up.
American Sign language class. Being interested in it enough to look into what it takes to be an interpreter. I was really starting to get a hint of what it was like to communicate with the deaf.
Also, peppering her with questions when taking my physiology class with Wally Smith.
Oh, how about getting awesome letters in Brazil from the Waldrops.
I remember her pinning ceremony. I always wanted be a nurse to be just like Heidi. Seeing her finish her degree and having a baby and all the other responsibilities she was attending to at the time.
I remember the year she made the pillows for the kids. and then there was the afghans. The afghan she made for me and the one out of the remnants she made for my baby(I don't know if it was before Alice was born or after).
I remember her moving to South Carolina and the letters she sent back to share her experiences there.
Helping her in the kitchen while I update her on my life--more of an ongoing activity rather than a memory, but I always appreciate her interest in my life. AND getting to talk Physiology with her :)
Playing the flute with her, of course.
B C Thanksgiving with Grandpa Clawson, Uncle Dave Clawson, Heidi and me. ( I think at a KOA Campsite in Cedar City in the summer of nineteen seventy...not sure!) -followed within days by a potential forest fire (it was at least a shoe fire) and the great anti-gravity milkshake experiment which caused considerable consternation in a very "proper" lady dog owner.
My favorite memory is still reenacting the certs commercial in our bedroom! It would usually end with her smaller body being launched across the room onto her bed and us laughing hysterically.
Another all-time favorite is going to see "The Slipper and the Rose" across town after buying thongs (aka flip-flops) and then driving home speaking with a British accent! I actually drove - I think it was Dad's green pickup. That was one of the funnest evenings I remember having in high school!
Playing Trivial Pursuit on New Year's Eve after we were both married at our Provo apartment was one of the funniest (and most embarrassing) experiences I've ever had. If you haven't heard the story, ask her!
I loved watching her on stage in high school, especially as Marian the Librarian. And I got to see a rehearsal of her portrayal of Aunt Eller and only wish I could have seen the live show. She was great!! Posted by Sheri
I can't let Heidi's b-day pass without sharing my favorite memory of her.
Last year, when Lincoln was born, Heidi was there throughout, both as an adept, trained professional and a caring sister. She helped Merri emotionally and physically.
My favorite part of that long day/night was when Heidi was performing the newborn checkup on her newest little nephew. The love in her eyes and the skill of her hands was just beautiful.
Thank you, Heidi.
I learned how much love she had for me after I destroyed her sweater by throwing it in the dryer. I was in a hurry and needed to throw some clothes in the washing machine, so I took the clothes in there, without really looking, and just tossed them in the dryer. Little did I know, they contained my mom's nice, 'lay flat to dry - DO NOT MACHINE DRY' sweater. I remember her being understandably quite upset that her sweater would now fit Nora (and I don't remember if Nora was even born yet). I felt pretty horrible. So horrible that I wrote her a note and put some money in it to buy her a new sweater. The note she wrote me back, and the hug she gave me meant so much more than she probably meant it to, but I will always remember how happy I was to have a Mom who didn't care about the dumb things like that, as long as she could teach me to make it right, and more importantly, that she loved me unconditionally.
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