Maren, Jane, and Chris

Keith's Joe's most recent fishing trip

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 Hello, Mormon Missionary

The Diary of a Wimpy 14-year-old kid named Matt: "Steve the Beave (Steve's name)" "Save the Beaves; Support the National Beave Association (NBA) Before They Die" "Pres (Steve the Beave! the Last Beavasaur)

Found this "nugget" while we were cleaning!

motab story from Grandpa Williams

Here's that story from Grandpa Williams:

Bear Lake 2010

More Sweet Photos,

On the way to Roosevelt with Steve

Matt is mostly dead!

Pete & Jess

On the way to Roosevelt with Pete

Nerds unite!
Notice the vest Steve is wearing and the nice chaps I am sporting. Both of those authentic items came from Grandma's and Grandpa's Crawford basement.

George Malin Williams (1891-1974)

It seems to me the adversary has had a desire to destroy me from the time I was a small child. But this evidently was not the Lord's will. His protection has saved me from many serious accidents and I have recovered from illnesses when the doctors have despaired of my life.

When I was a small child playing on the floor, my sister was carrying hot water and stumbled over me, scalding me severely. 

On another occasion, when I was just three years old, I contracted diphtheria and scarlet fever at the same time and almost died. But my mother took a spoon and scraped down into my throat to give me an opening through which to breathe. Later, they called the doctor; he lanced my throat while I was sleeping. The shock of this was an ordeal I shall never forget. ...

I went to work as an apprentice machinist at Silver Brothers. One day while I was working at a machine a fellow decided he would play a joke on me by pouring gasoline in my back pocket. This he did and then got another one of the fellows to throw a match at me. I was a living torch while I ran about 150 feet and dived into a vat of water. This was another occasion when my guardian angel was very close, for although I was badly burned I made a full and speedy recovery. ...

I was privileged to [serve in] the British Mission. ... After I had been in England for only fourteen months I was stricken with pneumonia. I was seriously ill for eight long months, and it was necessary for me to remain in a sanitarium for some time. The mission president felt it was advisable to release me and send me home. It took me one year to recover my health. ...

As I said before, the Lord has had his protecting angels near me all the days of my life. During World War I, while I was working at Garfield, I had to work with an air hammer on a scaffolding two stories high. As I stepped on the scaffold it gave way. A four by four board had been sawed almost in half. Down I went, hitting everything on the way down. But I was able to get up and walk away. When I was roofing I had many narrow escapes. While working on the sugar factory in Spanish Fork, I slipped and fell face down from the roof. But I was able to catch myself on the edge of the cornice. At the place where I would have fallen there was a cement mixer working two stories below. Another time I was working on the top of the Continental Bank building and someone had thrown a piece of felt roofing paper over and air duct. I fell over it and caught myself on the other side, saving myself from falling some thirteen stories. I also fell off two different roofs of homes, but something was there to break my fall and I never even suffered a broken bone. So you can see how good the Lord has been to me. ("Life Story of George Malin Williams," available on FamilySearch.org > George Malin Williams (KWC8-FNZ) > Memories; punctuation and paragraphing modernized)