S: Rolen & Edro Rosecrans
FC: Rolen William & Edro June Rosecrans
1: Rolen & Edro Rosecrans
2: Edro June Davis Born: June 25, 1928 Where: Cardston, Alberta Canada She was the fourth daughter of Thomas Edward Davis and Ellen Leishman
4: Rolen William Rosecrans | Born: February 24, 1927 in Gold Hill, Oregon. He was the last child of Benjamin Franklin Rosecrans and Gertrude Evelyn Flippin. | Rolen, Jim, Everett, Herbert (brothers)
5: Rolen & his Mom (Gertie) | Rolen in Guam while in the Navy | Jim (brother) | Lucille (sister) | Rolen | Gertie (mother) | Rolan, Jim, Everett, Herbert
6: Married July 13, 1945
7: The day we got our rings | It's the every day things that create a lifetime together
8: Old family car | Edro holding Rhonda & Rolen | Rhonda with friends | On the left: Rolen, Edro and Rhonda | Grandma Pugh (Edro's Mom) with Rolen holding Becky and Rhonda in front.
9: Edro, Rhonda, Becky, Tami | Tami with father, Rolen | Becky, Tami and Rolen | 35th wedding anniversary | Edro & Rolen | Rolen & Edro
10: With Uncle Bill (Edro's Brother) & Aunt Betty in Hawaii
11: They celebrated 62 years on this earth together.
12: Top: Rodney Rosecrans, Mark Matheson, Tony Schofield, Rolen, Jess Lowder, Ron Wells, Ray Rosecrans Bottom: Marcya, Kim, Becky, Edro, Rhonda, Tami, Lorie | FAMILY
13: Top: Tom, Dale, Bill, Betty, Rolen, Jules Bottom: Larene, Zen, Helen, (George's daughter) Edro, Rita | 2002 Davis Family Reunion | Edro's siblings in bold.
14: Medford, Oregon Temple | Dedicated: April 16, 2000
15: Making Memories | The Medford Temple – what a wonderful blessing – and a symbol of Grandpa’s inspiration. It used to be that when Grandpa Rosecrans came to Utah to visit the Schofield family, he would look so longingly at the ball fields located next to so many LDS chapels. He loved sports and he loved to have his youth, particularly his young men, active in sports. It kept them off the street and promoted unity. When it came time to build a new chapel in Central Point for the Central Point Ward, of which he was Bishop, the Church Real Estate department selected a property on Table Rock Road. It was just the size for a chapel and parking lot. But Grandpa was not satisfied. He wanted a ball field. So he looked around and found an ideal property on Taylor Road. It was big enough for a new chapel, parking lot and ball field. He convinced the Real Estate department to sell the other property and purchase the one he found. Over the following years, after the Central Point Stake Center was constructed on the property Grandpa identified, the back parcel was not converted into a ball field. Rather, the property was farmed by a local farmer and it was farmed by the ward as part of its obligation to contribute to the church welfare program. One day it was decided to build a Temple in the Medford area. While Grandpa could not have known that one day his ball field would be the site of a new Temple, he believed in the inspiration from heaven which led him to select the site for the new chapel, which now also is the site of the Medford Oregon Temple.
17: Each of us, in our own, individual way had our own, individual relationships with Edro and Rolen. Mine began on May 6, 1969, the day, as a missionary, I arrived in Medford, Oregon, and, for the first time, met Edro and Rolen Rosecrans. There was a ward activity that night and I was introduced to them – a wonderful, missionary-minded family. As I served in that area over the next several months I came to know of their absolute love and loyalty to the gospel of Jesus Christ, and of their wonderful lives as examples of that gospel. I learned to love Edro and Rolen. Then, after my mission, I returned to Oregon and grew to love their daughter. My life changed forever because of Edro and Rolen and my dear and wonderful wife Becky. With Gramma, we recall Oregon trips (funny stories), moving to Guam (funny stories), children and more children (funny stories), driving her on the mail route (funny stories), General Conference (funny stories), musical presentations (funny stories), diligence and faithfulness (funny stories). We all listened with rapt attention when Gramma was talking because we could count on funny stories – and more, so much more. We could count on her love, laughter, warmth and generosity. We always knew we were loved by her and we really mattered in her life (funny stories). It seemed Grandpa always was working. And when he wasn’t working he was serving. He and I talked about his ward and the challenges of helping such a diverse group of people, and we talked of his blessings, and whether they were okay. He worried that he could represent the Lord adequately, first as Bishop and later as Patriarch. I always felt really secure in the assurance that he was doing a great job. My life was changed forever because I met, came to know, to love and then to cherish Edro and Rolen Rosecrans. They now are not just mentors, friends and examples – they are family. Welded, tied, bound, sealed family. I will be ever grateful. Tony
18: Grandpa holding Will. | Grandma holding Ellie | Grandpa holding Ellie | Grandpa & Ryan
19: Life’s Lessons Learned, I have several fond memories of Gramma and Papa. As we would take our annual trips to Oregon the anticipation was almost too much to bear. I remember with fondness waiting at the bottom of Papa’s long drive-way for him to get home from work so we could stand on the side door step of his old green pick-up for a ride up the hill, sometimes we would run down just so we could get a ride up. Papa was always happy to let us all hop on he would smile and say something like, “Great day in the morning.” We would all laugh and hop on. From this small event I learned there is always room for everyone and up the road is always the right direction. We loved to ride on the tractor it was as fun as the pick-up we would all hop on for a ride to the fields to change the pipes. Pipe changing was not a chore it was a fun adventure that Papa let us help with. From this I learned that work can be fun. It is all how you look at it and the more people who help the quicker the work goes. I also learned that Papa was the hardest worker out of us all and his quiet leadership showed us just what to do. The night would come and we would sit at the bar for our nightly bowls of cold cereal. We always thought this was the best treat ever! We got to have cereal twice a day what it not to love. I believe some of us continue this bedtime tradition. I know you may wonder what I learned from nightly cereal. Even small traditions are remembered and the sweet things in life do count and I am not referring to the cereal but the sweet brothers, sister, parents, and grandparents who made the night the sweet event it was. I think more truth can be said and learned over a bowl of cold cereal than almost anywhere. If we weren’t going to visit Gramma and Papa, they were coming to visit us. We waited for Conference almost as much as Christmas. Mom would make soup and bread for Papa and have the fridge stocked with Buttermilk for Gramma. We would wait like hawks for them to arrive. We would listen until far too late at night while Gramma would tell us stories that seem more like fiction than fact and we would laugh until our sides were sore and we were crying. Then Conference would come and quiet, okay semi quiet, yet wiggly reverence would blanket our home. Papa, though a man of few words, would cling to the words of the apostle and prophets. Years later, I learned how those words did give fullness of life to that great man. I learned from Gramma and Papa that there is no distance to great to travel to hear the words of living prophets. I learned that we really need to listen and the gospel is the reason we live and live abundantly. Gramma and Papa came when it was time for me to receive my patriarchal blessing. I knew Papa was a man of God. I never doubted it. But when he laid his hand upon my head it felt like heaven opened up and poured straight into my heart. For weeks after that heaven was right with me, I just could not see it. I knew that Papa brought, carried, and shared that gift with me because it was part of who he was. I have also thought of how many blessings Gramma typed before Dad took over. I don’t ever remember her talking much about it, which is surprising because Gramma loved to talk. I learned from this small example that Gramma had a quiet reverence for the work Papa was doing. One last memory, when Grandma Pugh’s cancer was getting bad we took one last trip to Oregon to see her. Gramma and Papa had a testimony meeting in the front room of their old house on the hill; it was a sunny day. I am not sure if it was Sunday or not; it felt like Sunday. Papa bore his testimony and led the meeting and gave us all a chance to bear our testimonies. I am not sure if I did or not but I listened. That day I learned what family really is, it transcends time and space it lasts eternity. Righteous priesthood power links us all together with those who matter most. The spirit is with us and it makes us who we are and helps us become all that we should be. Gramma and Papa may not have been to everything in our lives but they were a part of the things that mattered most. I think they still are. They led our family in testimony meetings, conference meeting, laughter, work, service, and love. I am grateful for their examples and for great parents who continue to do the same things for us. Josie
20: As a young boy I was most excited when we would prepare and travel to Oregon. I remember crawling around the van trying to find a spot to wait out the long drive. I remember mom singing songs and doing almost anything to keep peace during the drive. An evening before we were to drive out on one of our trips, mom was going through the fridge to make certain nothing would be spoiled while we were gone. She found a half dozen or so uncooked pork chops that she knew would not be good when we returned from Oregon. She cooked those pork chops and during the drive the next day it was the best treat we ever had. I am not even sure anyone remembers, I do! When I was younger we would travel to Oregon through the night so the younger kids would sleep and not cause too much trouble. We seemed to arrive very early in the morning. Dad would honk his horn all the way up the hill waking all the neighbors. Grandpa would be there to greet us and Peter and I would find our way to the kitchen where we would eat a few bowls of puffed wheat and puffed rice. We would then find our way to bed for a couple of hours. Mom would never go to sleep, she and grandma would stay up chatting and catching up. A few hours later I would wake to the smell of Postum and toast. I loved to hear the coyotes howling at night and the wonderful smell of the morning dew. In the afternoons, grandpa would come home from work. We would all run down to the bottom of the hill and wait. He would let us stand on the step sides of his VW bug and up the hill we would go. We would always seem to have a big chicken BBQ on grandpas outdoor grill he built years before. What great memories. Thanks Mom and Dad for giving me these wonderful childhood memories. Matt
21: Grandpa with Sami
22: Matt, Pete & Josh at Grandpa & Grandma Rosecrans' farm.
23: I have fond memories of Grandma and Grandpa Rosecrans. However, no memory would be complete without a few phrases I always remember when I think about Grandma and Grandpa. Phrases such as, “Great Day,” and “Oh, Rolen.” I will always remember whenever you sat on the floor or on a porch near Grandpa that he would see a stray hair on your head and pluck it out. It was always funny because he would do this when you were least expecting. I remember when Grandpa and Grandma would visit that Grandma would tuck us in and spend long hours telling us stories about her life. Then when we were nearly asleep, Grandpa would come in and start tickling us and we would all chase him out and he would come back in and tickle us some more. We loved to tease Grandpa and make him chase us back to bed. We spent hours teasing Grandpa and visiting with Grandma. I also will never forget our ritual of honking as our family drove up Galls Creek and up grandpa’s hill each Summer. We did not really vacation, except to go to Galls Creek, but we couldn’t have been more spoiled. We always felt so accepted and loved (except by Grandma’s dog, Toby) when we came. We would sleep in the back yard and swim in the pool and hike all over in the hills. Then we would go down to the creek and swim some more. Grandpa was a worker. He climbed telephone poles until the day he retired. He taught us to work. When we were in Oregon he would make us help with the hay and other chores around the farm. Perhaps the most lasting memories of Grandpa and Grandma are their strong and unequivocal testimonies of the gospel. Both Grandpa and Grandma were fully and totally united in their commitment to the Lord and His work. They lived as examples to all of us. I will always be grateful for their examples to our family. Peter
24: Grandma & Grandpa withMegan
25: I always loved when my grandma Red would come and visit. We would spend days cleaning and preparing for her arrival. She would spend time telling us stories of her childhood. I learned grandma was raised with little means. She received her first pair of shoes when she was 12 from my grandpa. Her mom did not want her to accept such a gift. She had to work hard and help out with younger brothers and sisters. When Grandma would visit I knew she loved me. She would rub my feet and we would chat. A funny memory was when Mom and I flew up to Oregon to attend Ericka, my cousin's wedding. I had brought Megan along who was just about 2 years old. My grandparents picked us up at the Portland airport and we attended the wedding the next day. We were then going to drive down to Medford for the reception; Mom and I had planned to drive with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa started off driving and kept falling asleep, while grandma yelled at him. Finally, Grandma took over the reins, which was worse. She wasn't falling asleep but she talked the whole way and never, I mean never, kept her eyes on the road. I thought for sure we would end up dead. Mom and I prayed the whole way home. I tried many times to take over driving but Grandma and Grandpa were both bull-headed and would not allow it. I remember going to visit most summers of my childhood. We would swim in the pool, catch lizards and toads, pan for gold in the creek, haul hay, change sprinkler pipes, feed the hogs, and hike all over the mountain side. My grandpa red was the hardest worker and he loved us grandchildren. We would always arrive in Oregon after a 13 hour drive in the evening, my grandpa would always eat a bowl of puffed wheat or rice cereal with us kids. As my Grandma was getting older and needed more care, my mom asked if I would drive to Oregon with her and help organize and clean the house, while she helped grandma. I had brought Megan along who was 3. The blackberries were ripe and I told grandpa I would love to take some home with me. We went along the creek where the berries ran wild. The blackberries have big thorns and you really needed to wear leather gloves or something. I would pick the ones I didn't have to reach too far for so I wouldn't get poked. I looked over at grandpa and he was arm deep into the blackberries he had no gloves on and I noticed he was bleeding everywhere. I told him he didn't need to get hurt over blackberries, but he wanted me to have the biggest blackberries which seemed to be further back into the shrub. He was willing to bloody himself up for a granddaughters blackberries. It was an afternoon I will never forget, picking blackberries with papa. Addie
26: Grandpa holding Jaiden | Josh & Grandpa
27: Every now and then I think back on the people that influenced my life. I cannot help to think of the big impact that my Grandpa Rosecrans has had on me. I think back to some of my summers as a youth. Living with Grandma and Grandpa on the hill. Working the fields with Grandpa. It was truly a dawn to dusk operation. I remember driving that old tractor of his down to Sam's and getting fuel and drinks. I remember planting seeds, and cutting, racking and bailing the hay. Life felt so simple and measurable living there on the farm with them. It was very rewarding to be able to see the fruits of your labor. Some of my most favorite moments were in the late evenings, when Grandpa would sit down in the kitchen and cut up some homemade bread and put that in a cup of warm milk. He would lay out the work planned for the next day and retire to his bed. To this date, I have never known a man that could work and serve with such love and enthusiasm. He truly had the heart of a giant. I am thankful and I count myself lucky to have had such a great example, teacher, friend and Grandfather. May the wonderful experiences and lessons in our lives be easily recalled and reflected on often. Josh | Josh on the farm.
28: so many | I have always considered myself truly blessed to have been able to have so many great experiences with Grandma Red and Papa. In so many different ways, they influenced and blessed my life. Grandma was one of the most amazing people I have ever known. She loved life and she always showed her love to those she was around. Because of the way she treated me, I always felt like I was the most important person in the world. From my perspective, being around Grandma meant being around music. She had so many amazing songs to sing to us and I especially loved when she would play the harmonica. During all the different times that Grandma and Grandpa would visit us (or when we would visit them in Oregon), there was not a time that she did not ask me to sit down and play her music on the piano. She would listen intently, correct me often, but always praise my progress. Even today, when I sit and play the piano, I remember all the times that she would sit and listen to me and as I play I hope she still hears me now. Her love for music and life is something I will ever remember, and I hope and pray that I will carry those same attributes in my own life. Papa, on the other hand, was a quiet, gentle, giant of a man. I will never forget spending the day on the Rogue River and seeing this rarely boisterous old man pick up and throw just about every one of his grandchildren in the river. Although he was strong as an ox, he was as kind and spiritual a man as I have ever met. Just about every Sunday, I take time to read my patriarchal blessing. Each and every time I read this blessing, given by my grandfather, I remember sitting in one of the rooms of the 29th Ward meetinghouse. Just Papa and I drove over, he talked to me about what a patriarchal blessing was, he hit record on his old tape recorder, and then he started the blessing. When I recall the experience today, I remember very little of what he said. I do, however, remember the strong spirit I felt that day and for many days to follow. After the blessing, Grandpa took time to talk about specific parts of the blessing and what he thought those parts might mean. I have come to cherish that time with Grandpa, the blessing that I received, and I particularly appreciate that he lived his life in such a way that he could receive direction from the Lord for my life. Tom
29: Grandpa with Lucy
31: One of my favorite memories about grandpa was the time that I went to Oregon without any family. I spent 3 weeks with grandpa and grandma. They treated me like a king. The day after I got there, me and grandpa went to the store to get some things. He then said that I could choose any thing I wanted for breakfast while I was with them. When I selected a box of cold cereal that I really wanted he told me that I would need some milk for that box. When we left the store I could not believe that I had my own box of cereal and my own gallon of milk. That trip was one of the best. Grandpa and I went all over fixing things and fishing and panning for gold. Jake
32: When I was younger, Jake and I spent part of the summer with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa didn't want us sitting around so he took us everywhere with him, and most of the time that meant working somewhere. One of my favorite days was when Grandpa took us to the family cemetery to clean up the plot because a large tree was beginning to grow right over the graves and the roots were beginning to penetrate the plot. He told us that we were going to chop down the tree, tear up the roots and clean the site. I really did not fully understand what that all meant I just figured we were there to throw rocks, but I soon learned. Grandpa threw a long rope high in the tree and tied it off and handed us the end. He walked us down the field until the rope was tight and told us to pull as hard as we could. He then casually told us to stand back when the tree started falling. At this point I was a little confused and just waited while Grandpa started the chain saw and began to cut down the tree. As he made his way further into the tree he began to yell to us to pull the rope tighter. When the tree finally did start to fall I think grandpa panicked and thought we were going to get hit so he started to run towards us yelling for us to move. I did not think this was the best idea because the tree nearly hit him, but I think for once in his life he was scared. After he realized we were fine, he told us to get to work picking up the branches and walked off. Later that week we spent one of the days with Grandma. It was blackberry season and she wanted to take us with her down by the creek to pick berries. As we walked down the hill she started singing and seemed so excited. She was just happy to be with us and to be out of the house. At the time I did not know it, but Mom told me Grandma loved to pick blackberries. When we got down to the bushes, she taught us how to find the berries that were ripe and how to not get pricked. She wanted us to enjoy this time with her so she told us all about when Mom was little and about what they did when she was young. And every so often she would catch us eating a berry and told us not to eat too many because she was going to use them. However I noticed her eating more than we did. I never have forgotten that summer and the time we had to get to know them more. I wanted to work hard with Grandpa, and I still sing all the time like Grandma. Dan
34: Adam | Adam Douglas Baird June 28, 2007 | I remember when I was little getting to go out to Grandma and Grandpa’s house almost every day during the summer. It was on these days that I would get to work with Grandpa out in the fields, but to me, it was more fun than work because I was going to get to ride on the tractor. We would start out kind of early in the morning and head into to town to get some fuel for the tractor. Grandpa would talk to all the different people that we ran into and it made me think that he knew everyone in the town, which he probably did. Then it was back to work. I would just ride along as we cut hay, turned it, and then bailed it up. Before I knew it, it was lunch time and we head back to the house. Once inside, Grandma would ask what we wanted for lunch. Sandwiches were the usual, served with some chips and a drink. To me they were the best sandwiches ever. After lunch, Grandpa usually took a nap and would snore really loud, so this gave me some time to spend with Grandma. She would have me go out to the shed to get jars of canned fruit or bring in different things off the back porch. After a couple things around the house were done, we would go into town to the market. Once at the store, we would get some groceries and sometimes a treat, candy bars were always a favorite. Grandma would talk to all the people that we ran into and I think that between her and Grandpa they really knew everyone. Then it was back to house. By now Grandpa was up and doing some more work, but for me it was time to play because Ray would just be getting home from school and Grandma would tell me to head off and go play, but before I would leave she would check to see if I was going to stay over that night and I always hoped that I could, because if I did, then Grandma would make me her chicken and noodles. Derek
36: Bear Lake with grandpa: grandpa came to the schofield family reunion at bear lake August 2009. He was a trooper and enjoyed going out on the jet skis.
38: "Gramma Red" Best back seat driver in the world! Talkative, fun-loving, uplifting. What a storyteller – and she loved us all. Gram – crackers. A little bit crazy. Excited – and exciting. Amazing finger talker – hold her hand and shut her up! Humor – in large doses. Always talking to or thinking of someone.
39: Edro June Rosecrans July 13, 1945 ~ June 4, 2008
41: Edro June Rosecrans Life Sketch Edro June Davis Rosecrans was born June 25, 1928, in Cardston, Alberta, Canada, the fourth daughter of Thomas Edward Davis and Ellen Leishman. Her early years were spent in the shadow of Big Chief Mountain on the high plains of Western Canada. Her family moved to Gold Hill, Oregon, where she attended school, graduating from Gold Hill High School, where she met the love of her life, Rolen. Edro and Rolen were married on July 13, 1945. Music was a big part of Edro’s life. She had only two piano lessons but she learned to play the piano with skill. She taught herself to play the guitar and mouth harp and she played the drums in the school band. When her mother would not let her ride the bus to away games, she worked hard and became a cheer leader so she had to ride the bus. It seems there was a really handsome fellow who starred on the football and basketball teams and she was thrilled to be able to be with him. It was a relationship that would endure forever. Edro was the head majorette for the school marching band, tossing her baton high in the air and catching it as she marched along, something that her daughters remember her demonstrating on many occasions during their young years. From her days as a drummer in a dance band during World War II, Edro always was involved in singing and dancing, staging many dance and musical productions around Southern Oregon. Edro acted fearless, setting off on a number of occasions to drive the 800 miles across the desert from Gold Hill to Utah to visit. But she wasn’t always so unafraid. For many years she typed the patriarchal blessings Rolen gave, often sitting up alone at night at the kitchen table. The grandchildren knew not to sneak up on Edro at the table at night. She was armed, a 38 caliber pistol on her lap. Edro was a devoted member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, serving as a Ward and Stake Primary President, in the Ward and Stake Relief Society Presidency and as Young Women’s Camp Director. She directed countless stake and ward choirs, cantatas and musical productions and plays. With Rolen, she served for 9 years in the temple. During the last decade of her life, Edro battled with polymyositis, a truly miserable illness. Where once she could jump and run and work with the best of them, she became increasingly weak, ultimately losing the use of her legs and most of her strength. Finally the illness beat her, and on June 4, 2008, she passed from this life.
42: Rolen William Rosecrans February 24, 1927 ~ May 12, 2011
43: Grandpa Tenderhearted bear of a man. Hardest working guy I ever met. Quiet, meek, spiritually sensitive. Stalwart and solid in the faith – always reliable. Bloody arms – stained with blackberry juice. Strong and caring. Priesthood power. "Great day in the morning – you turkeys!"
45: Rolen William Rosecrans Life Sketch Rolen William Rosecrans was born February 24, 1927, in Gold Hill, Oregon, the last child of Benjamin Franklin Rosecrans and Gertrude Evelyn Flippin. Rolen’s early years were spent on his family’s five generation farm on Galls Creek, where he helped his mother struggle through the great depression. He attended Gold Hill High School, where he met the love of his life, Edro June Davis. Edro and Rolen were married on July 13, 1945, when he was home on leave from World War II. Edro and Rolen are the parents of seven beloved children: Ronda June Lowder (married to Jesse Lowder); Coni Renee Rosecrans (deceased); Rebecca Ann Schofield (married to Anthony Schofield); Tambra Kay Wells; Ray Rolen Rosecrans; Rodney William Rosecrans (married to Marcya Daniels); and Kim Susannah Matheson (married to Mark Matheson). Edro and Rolen have 26 treasured grandchildren and 45 (or more, they keep coming) great-grandchildren. Like so many in his generation, Rolen left high school to enlist in the United States Navy to serve in World War II. His ship was anchored in the harbor in Guam, preparing for the invasion of Japan, when the war ended. He had such bad memories of the war and of Guam that he was deeply disturbed when Tony took Becky and their four children to Guam to live. After the war, Rolen returned home to his sweetheart and to the family farm. After obtaining a certificate in electronics from Oregon State University, Rolen spent 30 years working for Pacific Northwest Bell Telephone and working the farm, raising cows, pigs, chickens and alfalfa. He loved working on the farm, particularly when working with children and especially, grandchildren. In 1952 Rolen was taught the gospel by LDS missionaries and baptized. This was a life-changing experience, as ever after he devoted himself to the cause of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He was ordained a High Priest by Spencer W. Kimball, a Bishop by Sterling W. Sill and a Patriarch by Bruce R. McConkie. He loved General Conference, and traveled to Utah year after year after year to attend Conference in person, on Temple Square. After a long, full life, and after spending many years caring for a very ill wife, Rolen passed away on May 12, 2011, at the age of 85. He is buried next to Edro in the Rock Point Cemetery, Gold Hill, Oregon.