I wanted to wish my second oldest son, Nathan (a.k.a Nate) a Happy Birthday! He was born in Concord, MA on Monday, 1:03 p.m. (right after “All My Children” started) on January 20, 1975. He was 11 lbs. 2 ½ oz. and was 
22 ½” long. He was one of the biggest babies born in a very long time at the Emerson Hospital. They were so impressed with the size of this perfect baby boy that the doctor who delivered him had to show his pre-natal class of soon-to-be new parents the night he was born. Nate had been taken back to the nursery and I had just been put in my room when I heard what seemed to be like a herd of elephants coming down the hall. The doctor told the class that he had to introduce them to the baby he delivered earlier that day, and what his name was along with birth weight and length. Within the first 24 hours of his birth he was famous! One of the soon to be daddies that was in the pre-natal class was a professor at one of the Boston colleges. He went to classes the next day and told all his students about Nathan. Unbeknownst to him,…the professor 
would find himself back at the hospital later Tuesday awaiting the birth of his premature baby boy. His mother who was from Hungary approached Dave and I in the hall (Dave had just come back to the hospital from picking Aunt Dianne up at the airport. Her and Christopher {14 mos. old at the time} was waiting out in the waiting room for him) asking if I was Nathan’s mommy and how in the world did I give birth to such a big baby (she had the neatest accent). Her little grandson was so small, but he was going to be ok. Dave had left the hospital and this new grandma walked down to the nursery with me so she could see Nathan herself. While sta
nding there at the window, two young ladies came running down the hallway almost yelling, “oh mommah, mommah, you had a new baby grandson!” and within the same breath said, “we want to see the baby boy, Nathan Sprankle”! (They were students of the professor‘s). It was amazing! The nurses had nicknamed him “Moose” and “Busta for Buster, (they with their New England accent didn‘t pronounce the ‘r‘). The day we were leaving the hospital, and after I got him all dressed in this cute knitted outfit to leave, a couple of nurses took him around the maternity floor showing him off. I was proud to say, “that’s my boy”! Even at times in his young life when he was sick with allergies, had respiratory problems and was probably our most challenging child later on in his teen years, he always seem to put a smile on my face and make me laugh. He is multi-talented himself,....an exceptional A&P Mechanic. He also can write his own music for his guitar and can usually play a song after listening to it once or twice. I think he may have a little bit of his Great-Grandma Fry's musical ability in him. He
does not sing however. At least I have never heard him sing. Happy Birthday N8! We love you! Picture #1: Newborn Nathan on his way home from hospital; Picture 2: One of my favorite pics of N8 at Kennasaw Battlefield in GA, 2 1/2 yrs. old; Picture 3: Nathan and Pamela June of 07'Picture 4: N8 and Pamela August of 08' - Estes Park, CO
Part of the month of November and the whole month of December and first few days of January we were certainly busy. Some of you know that our daughter, Ashley and her husband Joe have moved back up hear from St. George after seven months down there. They found out rather quickly after about four months that they just couldn’t afford the expense of living down there. So, some time in November it had been decided they were coming back home and by the 4th of January, Joe’s Dad had got them all moved up here. Joe’s mother
and myself had made some trips down there ourselves and helped with the packing and cleaning, but the men did all of the heavy stuff. One of my 3 day weekends started out by me picking Vicky up after Steve had already left with his truck and brother’s big huge trailer. Her and I got down there around 9 p.m. after Ash had already been to work for a few hours. Saturday morning we all headed out with a trailer full of household items and us three women with the dog Ayce and puppy Belle (yes,…..I’m sure Ashley will tell you all about her). I was driving Ashley’s car because she had worked all night and needed to sleep. Steve and Joey with a little help from Dave got stuff unloaded in to the garage where the kids are living. After dropping Vicky off at her home in West Valley we went up to Joe and Ashley‘s and supervised the guys then we all went home and got some sleep to leave again for St. George on Sunday morning. This time, Vicky didn’t go so it was J
oe, Ash, Steve and I driving down in Steve’s truck again with trailer in tow. Since my car was left down there, Ash and I left Monday morning in it following Joe and Steve. She got her car and left to go back to St. George a couple days later because she was still working. That was one busy weekend! The last time I went down was Friday the 2nd. Once again I picked Vicky up after I got off work and made it safely down with the Suzuki Sidekick and our little utility trailer. We got down there around 10 o’clock that night just in time to see the Ute’s getting their trophy. Vick and I listened to the game on the road but there were areas that I didn’t get very good reception! It was GREAT the Ute’s pulled the win off! I guess they showed Alabama! Once again us girls helped pack up the rest of the stuff and stayed a little longer than the two guys to clean and make sure the house was in tip top shape. We had to stop in Cedar City and get more bungey cords. Was it ever cold! I’m talking Wyoming COLD ! Because we weren’t ab
le to load every thing in the vehicles (3 cars, 1 truck, a little trailer and a huge trailer) Joe and his Dad went back down Sunday morning to get what us girls put out in the garage before we left. Keep in mind that between all this moving and the trips that were made back and forth, there were the holidays. Anyway, they are officially up here. Joe is working at the Park City Walmart Pharmacy and some hours at the Layton Neighborhood Walmart Pharmacy. Ashley is still in the process of looking for a job. Now that 
she is up here, there are a few places that she can work, however the job she really wants is one at Primary Children’s. It’s like an residency and is told there are quite a few canditates. She is going for the interview, so we are really hoping she get’s it. She would be working in the neo-natal (babies) section and other areas. Keep your fingers crossed for her! I didn't get very many pictures on Christmas, but here is one of Diana in her new coat. We had a pretty good Christmas and hope that all of you did. AND here’s looking at a GREAT New Year with a toast of sparkling apple cider!
I wanted to wish my second oldest son, Nathan (a.k.a Nate) a Happy Birthday! He was born in Concord, MA on Monday, 1:03 p.m. (right after “All My Children” started) on January 20, 1975. He was 11 lbs. 2 ½ oz. and was 
22 ½” long. He was one of the biggest babies born in a very long time at the Emerson Hospital. They were so impressed with the size of this perfect baby boy that the doctor who delivered him had to show his pre-natal class of soon-to-be new parents the night he was born. Nate had been taken back to the nursery and I had just been put in my room when I heard what seemed to be like a herd of elephants coming down the hall. The doctor told the class that he had to introduce them to the baby he delivered earlier that day, and what his name was along with birth weight and length. Within the first 24 hours of his birth he was famous! One of the soon to be daddies that was in the pre-natal class was a professor at one of the Boston colleges. He went to classes the next day and told all his students about Nathan. Unbeknownst to him,…the professor 
would find himself back at the hospital later Tuesday awaiting the birth of his premature baby boy. His mother who was from Hungary approached Dave and I in the hall (Dave had just come back to the hospital from picking Aunt Dianne up at the airport. Her and Christopher {14 mos. old at the time} was waiting out in the waiting room for him) asking if I was Nathan’s mommy and how in the world did I give birth to such a big baby (she had the neatest accent). Her little grandson was so small, but he was going to be ok. Dave had left the hospital and this new grandma walked down to the nursery with me so she could see Nathan herself. While sta
nding there at the window, two young ladies came running down the hallway almost yelling, “oh mommah, mommah, you had a new baby grandson!” and within the same breath said, “we want to see the baby boy, Nathan Sprankle”! (They were students of the professor‘s). It was amazing! The nurses had nicknamed him “Moose” and “Busta for Buster, (they with their New England accent didn‘t pronounce the ‘r‘). The day we were leaving the hospital, and after I got him all dressed in this cute knitted outfit to leave, a couple of nurses took him around the maternity floor showing him off. I was proud to say, “that’s my boy”! Even at times in his young life when he was sick with allergies, had respiratory problems and was probably our most challenging child later on in his teen years, he always seem to put a smile on my face and make me laugh. He is multi-talented himself,....an exceptional A&P Mechanic. He also can write his own music for his guitar and can usually play a song after listening to it once or twice. I think he may have a little bit of his Great-Grandma Fry's musical ability in him. He
