S: Ken and Elaine Wilde -- 60 years
BC: Prepared by Ilene with contributions from everyone inside. Happy 60th Anniversary Mom and Dad.
1: We love you. We are so proud of the loving relationship you have shared. It has been an example for us all. This book is filled with words and thoughts from your family. We hope it makes this day even more special for both of you.
2: You always knew how much Grandma and Grandpa loved their family, especially as they invited all the family they could each and every year for Thanksgiving. Not only did it take a lot of planning, but it also took a lot of patience considering all the little rascals running around. As a family, we treasured those Thanksgiving holidays and thoroughly enjoyed the time we got to spend with Grandma and Grandpa each year. I love them dearly and strive to find that same kind of successful marriage they’ve kept for so long. Andy
3: When Dad returned from the airport, he brought along someone very similar to himself. That someone is my Granddad. I remember how he had the same flavor of humor that my dad has. He ribbed me a lot. If my memory serves, there was also a striking family resemblance between the two. Zack
4: Our family had just moved to Albany, Oregon. My bedroom was to be part of a large basement workshop which existed in the basement when we arrived. I had begun work with my parents in building the three bedrooms (Andy's, Ned's and mine) which came from the large basement workshop. Grandpa and Grandma arrived at the house to see us. Grandpa brought his tools and work clothes so that he could help us (more like teach us) put together the three bedrooms. I learned a lot about construction in building bedrooms. In fact, I am currently using those learned skills in finishing my own basement. The most memorable part of this time is when my mother and grandpa used a rented cement saw to cut out the doorway to Ned's bedroom. Dust was everywhere. Brandon K | We were excited when we got a visit from Grandma and Grandpa in Japan and got to explore Japan's northern island. We rode the trains and saw sites in Hokkaido and stayed in a Japanese inn with futons and tatami mats in Noboribetsu. We saw a sulfer deposit, locals in ukatas heading for the baths, and the Ainus and their bears. It was interesting to learn what the Japanese considered a “Western breakfast,” which included sugary scrambled eggs (and rice, of course). We also learned what the Japanese consider breakfast, which included fish and pickled things and such that did not smell quite right first thing in the morning, but made for a cultural experience. As either luck or good planning would have it, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and we got to go to one of Japan's magnificent cherry blossom festivals. While we got to share our host country with Grandma and Grandpa Wilde, we also got to see a piece of Grandpa's past. We went back to the very barracks where he served in the Army decades earlier. He told us about his Army days in Japan and how much things had changed. Wonderful trip and wonderful memory! Rebecca
5: One of the best recent memories I have of spending time with Mom and Dad was when they were on their mission at the Genealogy Library in Salt Lake. We spent precious times together as they shared their mission experiences. I would work with them at the library and we would share genealogy stories and finds. As an added bonus, being so close, they were able to come down for the holidays. On the first Thanksgiving Dad taught Cathleen how to make pie. To make an apple pie you have to first peel and cut the apples, then cook them slightly till they are soft. At this point it is necessary to let them cool. Since it was winter time, Cathleen put the covered pan outside in the snow to cool it down quickly so they could get on with completing the pie. Dad thought this was pretty funny especially the resulting circular melted spot in the snow. The next year when Mom and Dad came for Thanksgiving, as soon as Dad smelled the apple pie baking he immediately went outside and much to his surprise there was the circular melted spot in the snow. He laughed and laughed and to this day, when cooking apple pie, Cathleen will always cool it in the snow. We also have good memories of them watching baby Shannon (she was about a year old) when we drove up from Portland to go to the temple in Seattle. Doran & Cathleen
6: One of the funniest memories I have is the day I went over to Grandma's and Grandpa's house and noticed that the senior picture they had of me on the wall was not actually my senior picture. When I questioned my Grandma on the framed pictured she bluntly told me that she thought my other pictures made me look like a floozy because I had more makeup on than I usually wore. Coming from anyone else I may have taken some offense, but as I looked into Grandma's eyes and saw them twinkle with amusement I could not help but smile and laugh. Becky | When I was I my early teens, I was so intelligent that I cut my own bangs. It was a real butcher job! I used hair products to avoid fly-aways, but a few strands of hair stuck up and parted-in the center. Grandma laughingly called them “antennas.” She was right. Laura | "That is not for eating!" "If you're going to kill each other, go outside!" | Mom's wit! | Favorite quotes...
8: My most favorite memory of Grandpa is how he always makes us say, "Yes Sir, Grandpa Sir" all the time and how he would give out his pie crust recipe in bulk measurements. Becky | Yes Sir, Grandpa Sir! | “It will feel better when it stops hurting.” “I’ve been so sick” | When I came home from school, Grandpa had a tube of bathroom caulk in his hand, saying, “We're giving shots right now.” The tube was shaped like a giant syringe. Humor makes home repairs much more fun. Laura | Favorite quotes...
9: I've been part of the Wilde family for six years, but Ken and Elaine make me feel like I have been in the family my entire life. I'm always all ears when Ken speaks of my Dad, as they worked together at Boeing for several years and were really good friends. I have also come to realize that it's a great idea to agree with Elaine. This will usually get me an extra slice of pie, or I will get to hear what a wonderful son-in-law I am (which is, of course, true. -Editor). It also means a lot in retrospect that after my Dad passed, the Wilde's were the first people outside the family that the Jones's called. This was several years before I met Ilene. Who knew I was calling my future in-laws? Richard J.
10: They came and loved Zack's orchestra concert. So did I. I sat on Grandpa's lap and played with him. It was fun. He and Dad fixed the chair, and Grandma watched Mommy hula hoop. And that's what I remember. Jana
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12: I remember having long talks during my high school years with Mom that helped me shape my attitudes and values. I can no longer remember exactly what we talked about, although I do seem to remember her telling me about some of the church history and scripture study books she was reading. I especially remember Mom always telling me how easy a teenager I was to raise and how few problems I caused her. This always encouraged me to try to live up to that standard and make sure that I made her job as a mom as easy as I could. I also remember the level of trust that I felt that Mom placed in me and how important that was to my development as a young man, and also how important it was to me to make sure that her trust was not misplaced. I attribute to both Mom and Dad my straightforwardness, my distaste for anything artificial or phony, my simple approach to life and my general lack of interest in material things, and the honesty that I try to show in my daily life. Leon
13: One of my favorite times to reminisce is around Thanksgiving. Our family had a tradition of always going up to Grandma and Grandpas for Thanksgiving. Cameron, Brandon, Andy and I would all sleep in the basement. I remember getting into lots of trouble because we were always waking before 6:00 AM and would throw pillows at each other. Grandma and Grandpa used to have one pillow that was like a giant yellow cheerio. This proved to be the most effective at winning any pillow fights, although I don't think Grandma and Grandpa were pleased with the damage we may have caused throwing it around down there. Another fond memory I have of these visits in particular was Grandpa's famous homemade strawberry ice cream. Everyone knows Grandpa made the best strawberry ice cream. We wouldn't have it every year, but it was always memorable when we did get it. Now that we live far away, Thanksgivings just aren't the same. My parent's have tried to reproduce the occasion. We've even stolen Grandma's jell-o recipe, but to no avail. The best Thanksgiving memories I have will always be as a child at Grandma and Grandpa's house, getting kicked out of the kitchen until dinner was ready, and then playing board games late into the night. Thanks for providing such fond memories for me and my siblings. I love you both. -Ned
14: Going to Wilde family dinner on Monday nights provided the most consistent, reliable, and positive foundation of memories during my childhood and adolescent years. You both made the effort to create one night each week that we could all count on, to be together and eat together and unite as a family. These weekly dinners were the stable framework that held the rest of the experiences of growing up in place, creating much-appreciated and much-needed continuity, and for them I will be ever thankful far beyond what words can express. You both have the softest hands and the sweetest hugs, and the combination of scents that fill your home define what Love smells like to me. When I am with you, I feel cherished and treasured, and you have given me this gift, of being wanted and belonging in this family, for my entire life. I have deep and wide gratitude for all that you are and share and have shown me about where to place my values and what matters most in this world. I am blessed and honored to be your granddaughter, and I love you both with all that I am, everyday until forever. -Jessica | Going to Wilde family dinner on Monday nights provided the most consistent, reliable, and positive foundation of memories during my childhood and adolescent years. You both made the effort to create one night each week that we could all count on, to be together and eat together and unite as a family. These weekly dinners were the stable framework that held the rest of the experiences of growing up in place, creating much-appreciated and much-needed continuity, and for them I will be ever thankful far beyond what words can express. You both have the softest hands and the sweetest hugs, and the combination of scents that fill your home define what Love smells like to me. When I am with you, I feel cherished and treasured, and you have given me this gift, of being wanted and belonging in this family, for my entire life. I have deep and wide gratitude for all that you are and share and have shown me about where to place my values and what matters most in this world. I am blessed and honored to be your granddaughter, and I love you both with all that I am, everyday until forever. Jessica
15: I remember pancakes in the morning when I stayed at their house with strawberry jam from the yard. Grandpa was just happy with his bread and milk. I also remember Grandma’s patented “Gama messup,” which was pie turned to pudding. I requested it a few times. Grandpa could not mow the lawn without letting me drive the mower. Garett
16: When we first moved to Kirkland, Grandma and Grandpa started inviting us to dinner every week! We were just newlyweds, so they had a lot of good advice to give us, and yummy tips to provide. Our favorite recipe was for pancakes with apples in them. It is still a big hit with everyone! Dezy and Mike
18: I remember when one of us kids was sick. We would get to lay on the couch, folded out into a bed, in the living room. Mom would wait on us hand and foot. It was like being a spoiled princess. I'm amazed that I'm not a total hypochondriac. My favorite memories are of camping trips. Summer vacations were almost better than Christmas. We had the best times as a family. Taking six children tent camping is either completely awe-inspiring or totally crazy. It was great. I look back on childhood and now realize the complete security of having parents that were totally devoted to each other and to their family. I never, ever worried about my parents breaking up like some of my friends had done. Growing up with such security is the most valuable thing I think you can give children. Noreen
19: When I was 12 years old, for my birthday I received from Grandma and Grandpa a US Bond for $50, but the catch was, if I cashed it in early, it wasn't going to be worth the full $50. But if I waited 20 years, I would be able to have the full value of my gift. They are both very conscientious of finances, and taught me to be patient and look for the long-term goal instead of the short-term reward. Desiré | When Grandma and Grandpa Wilde were coming over, I was pretty excited they were coming. I thought that a big ol’ plane was gonna land in our driveway. When they came to the door, I thought I'd missed seeing the plane land, but I later learned that they were driving from the airport (which was a little disappointing). I remember Grandpa having a sense of humor. I also didn't get to talk to them much because of all the adults making it so I couldn't get a chance. I think I talked to them a few times though. The second time I remember them coming, I thought they would land an airplane in our driveway again. But I watched the driveway until they came, and again—just a car. It was a lot like the first time they came except that there was Sarah. Christian
21: As I think about Ken and Elaine, my first thought is “Loving Family.” Our relationship spans most of my life. I am ever so grateful for the time I had with your son Kevin and for our incredible daughter Jessica. I am most appreciative of the years spent (18+ years) at Monday night dinners. I enjoyed and looked forward to our time as a family and the support and values that instilled in us all over the years. Your are both loved so very much. You are the Best! Another amazing memory of Ken is when my dishwasher stopped working and you fixed it with a spring in the handle that cost less than one dollar. Dads can fix anything, especially if they are engineers! Janice
22: In many ways I have patterned my character after Dad's. In all my time growing up I doubt I heard come out of his mouth enough even mild swear words to fill one hand. Nothing ever seemed to rattle Dad or make him upset, and with six kids in a small house there would have been plenty that would have angered most men. And Dad's wry sense of humor always amazed me. Although I am not naturally as laid back as Dad, his steady example has been a definite moderating influence on me and has helped me develop much more patience than I would have otherwise. In general, at this point in my life I think people generally see me as pretty patient and laid back. And I've definitely developed a pretty good knack for a similarly wry sense of humor. Although in both of these areas, I'll always acknowledge how far I've got to go to approach the level of the master. | While thinking on my memories of Dad, I was drawn back to the long drive Dad and I made right after my mission to take me back to school in Utah. I don't remember exactly what we talked about or that there was anything particularly remarkable about the trip. As it turned out, this ended up being the transitioning point in my life from being a dependent son to becoming an independent man. Within less than two months after this trip, I ended up meeting Rebecca and my future course was set. What I do seem to recall from this trip was that I got a small infusion of wisdom on a variety of fronts that helped give me the confidence I needed for the important events that were soon to start unfolding before me. Leon
23: Ned insists on having Gram Wilde's Thanksgiving Jello for Thanksgiving. I had to get the recipe and make it to the T because Ned has such fond memories of Thanksgiving at Grams and he loves her famous Jello! Lynnie
24: Dear Mr. & Mrs. “Grandpa, Sir,” My earliest memory was some twenty years ago when you both came to visit me in the Orient. Grandpa spent most of the visit filling my impressionable young mind with lots of nonsense. He told me, for instance, that you could tell if a man was married by whether or not he had a bald spot. It was several years before I learned that wasn't true. Consequently, to this day, I have no concept of reality. Another memory that sticks out was one time when we visited Seattle for Christmas. Grandma let me help her make meatloaf for dinner. My primary contribution was to add copious amounts of rosemary to the recipe. Surprisingly, our “Rosemary Meatloaf” was fairly well received. Good times. Greg
25: I have so many memories of Mom and Dad it’s hard to settle on just one or two. One vivid memory is of one Christmas. I really wanted an electric organ. I could not sleep so got up early to go peek and see if I got it. I was so sure it would be there. But it was not. Instead I got a flute. I really put on a happy face that Christmas, but was so disappointed. Then I remember going to school after the break with my new flute. My teacher was extremely impressed. They had taken the time to find one that would address my sloppy finger habit. After that I was so proud of my flute. I quickly forgot about the organ. Now that I am a parent, I realize they knew what I needed and opted to get me that instead of what I wanted. It was very brave of them and such a good lesson for me. I also remember the short order kitchen Mom ran weekday mornings. You could order an egg sunny side up, over easy, scrambled, or soft boiled. Your pancakes and French toast were served with syrup that was often made fresh that day. In between flipping eggs and pancakes, Mom managed to throw together as many as seven lunches, hound us to get ready on time, remind us to take our books and homework, and then often be a taxi service. I cannot imagine maintaining that level of exertion for 30+ years. Those were great times for us. Thanks Mom. Ilene