Shauna June

 

With Memorial Day approaching I find myself thinking of those who have passed away.  I think of the stories that I have shared already about many of them as well as the opportunities in the future that I plan to. 

This week I thought I would share a story written by Aunt Lorna Gail that I asked her to write.  I knew Shauna was born not too many months before I was. I felt like our book needed to mark the moment for each and every one of our family members.

I can only imagine how hard the experience was for Aunt Lorna Gail to go through.  I think we can all learn from her experience through trial and look to the day when we can be together again with our loved ones.

Shauna June

 

 

 

By Lorna Gail Nielson Wood

 

I was seventeen years old, young and dum.  We were both so happy about a new baby coming.  In those days they were not able to tell us what it was or anything about it.  I entered the hospital a little after 1 AM July 17, 1967. Grandpa Sudweeks birthday. I wasn’t going to get out of the car.  I always heard that they charged by the hour that you was in the labor room.  Will had been laid off two weeks before so I wasn’t going to be there any longer than I had to.  The Price city police pulled up to the side of our car.  They ask if there was a problem.  Will told them yes he couldn’t get his wife to get out of the car.  Man oh man one police ran and got a wheel chair and the other came over and took me by the arm. They escourted me right up  the elevator to the maternity ward floor. After a lot of pain our little girl was borned at 25 after twelve July 18, 1967.   She wasn’t weighed but she looked like about a 6 lber.  She had copper color hair and lots of it.  You could not see her head her hair was so thick.  It was fairly long too.  It was about an inch and a half-two inches high when combed up. Such a pretty little thing. She was borned with an open abdomen so she was dressed in a yellow nightgown and wrapped in a white blanket.

They did bring her to me and I held her for a short time before she was taken away. Now she is buried in the Molen Cemetary with her daddy by her side and my goal is to live my life in a way that I will be able to raise her in the eternities.

 I am continuing to accept stories through the month of May.  If you feel so moved, please send by replying to this email, calling me at 801-414-9048 for a phone interview or completing the form at Story Submission Mills Family Book.

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