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                   BIRTH: LDS baptism certificate in possession of Richard C. Holden of Colorado
springs, CO
MARRIAGE: certificate of marriage in possession of Richard C. Holden of
Colorado Springs, CO
There is so much to say about our Mother.  She was a valient, stalwart parent.
Personally, I can remember how much she wanted me to learn to work. It seemed
she always had a job for me to do.  Sometimes I would sass her abit. This made
her irritated, and i can remember once she became so upset at me she bent an
thin tin tray over my head. When I found it in the garbage the next day, I
kept it, and when the time was right, and when Mother was in a good mood, I
brought it out and showed the vehemence of my Mother to those present. Mother
didn't ever enjoy good health.  She was an asthmatic all her life like her
Father before her. She enjected adrenalin under her skin.  Her arms were always
black and blue.  Once she injected into a vein and had a terrible reaction.  I
can remember that night well.  She almost died.  When I left for my mission,
I looked back at our little home.  There was Cappy straining his head for a
last look as we drove away. Many thousands of times I have missed Momma and
Dad and Judy and Cappy my beautiful black and white toy shepherd over the
years.  Momma was a wonderful cook, and I wish some of her recipes were written
down.  She and Grandma Judy just took alittle of this and that.

Family records of Helen Crawley Holden now deceased.

Dick Holden writes about his mother: There is so much to say about out Mother. She was a valient, stalwart parent. Personally, I can remember how much she wanted me to learn to work. It seemed she always had a job for me to do. Sometimes I would sas her about it. This made her irritated, and I can remember once she became to upset at me she bent a thin tin tray over my head. When I found it in the garbage the next day, I kept it, and when the time was right, and when Mother was in a good mood, I brought it out and showed the vehemence of my Mother to those present. Mother didn't ever enjoy good health. She was an asthematic all of her life, like her father before her. She injected adrenalin under her skin. Her arms were always black and blue. Once she injected into a vein and had a terrible reaction. I can remember that night well. She slmost died. When I left for my mission, I looked back at out little home. There was Cappy straining his head for a last look as we drove away. Many thousands of times I have missed Moma and Dad and Judy and Cappy my beautiful black and white toy shepherd over the years. Moma was a wonderful cook, and I wish some of her recipes were written down. She and Grandma Judy just took a little of this and that.

I would like to write a tribute to my dear Aunt Helen and Uncle George. I always remember them being there, when important things happened they were part of it. Many times we Listened to Uncle Georges Jewish readings. He had them down perfectly. We would laugh and laugh at his facial expressions, his eyebrows and slurs. I remember Sampson and Delila. He was so good natured and loved all of us. They were like one family with us.

   We both had asthma, hers was much worse than mine. She would give herself shots of adrenalin. She spent years being an invalid, because of asthma. Uncle George courted her and married her when she was so sick. When she moved to La Crescenta and her health improved, we also moved to Montrose for my health. Hot and dry did the trick. Both of our health improved to the point we could function, with some seasonal attacks, etc.  Helen didnt want to miss any fun, and kept going all of the time. When we swam at Indian Springs on a family outing, Helen would have asthma terribly and she would have me get her adrenalin out of her locker, and give herself a shot while still in the pool. She would insist I had a blessing when I was sick. Arranging it with Brother Dewsnip when I was very sick. After we moved to Utah and Sid was out of work, we stayed with Bubs and her cat, and I really got the wheezes. We moved to Aunt Helens and she took care of me again, helping me get on my feet, again.

Sometimes Grandma Judy would take care of us, and sometimes Aunt Helen would take care of us while my Mother worked. When Mom and Dad would hire Helen to be with Patty and I, she would spend very long days, because Uncle George would bring her on his way to work and drive clear to Wilshire Blvd, then pick her up on his way home. She would prepare dinner for us and watch when we ate, so she could go home and eat with her family. Grandma Judy would be at their house taking care of Dick.

I remember when Aunt Helen and Uncle George got their daughter Judy, my dad was so excited about the baby, he would go on Sundays (His only day off.) In time for her bath, I would go with him and it was so fun. Dad was very close to Helen, feeling her needs, and wanted to be with her. Mom and Dad really liked George, he was a very important person to Patty and I.

When Helen and George entertained us, Mom would stay in the living room and visit with the men, laugh and have a good time. I would help Helen in the kitchen, I remember her kitchen so well, prepare the last minute touches for the dinner. She would ber angry at mother, being the glamour girl, and the men loving it. I have been more of a Aunt Helen type person, getting the work done has always been more important to me.

Spiritually Helen was the person who let me know that the gospel is true, and she saw that I got my spiritual education She would see we got to Primary, as much as we got to go. Living in La Canada, church in Glendale, was quite a problem. We would go with the Livingstons, wait at their bakery for Mr. Livingston to get off work, after Primary, and then go home. People only had one car, or no car, in those days. Judy would read bible stories to us, from a blue Childrens bible. We also loved to listen to the bible stories that came on the radio, every weekday at noon.
Aunt Helen really believed in the gospel. My folks did and said things that made me think they didnt really believe in it, more social, loved the people they worked with, had many friends in the church. Everyone loved my folks.

Aunt Helen had problems saying and doing things she was sorry for. She wouldnt tell me what happened, I asked, but she wouldnt tell me.

Dad would have beer at work parties at our house. It really bothered Aunt Helen and me. Not mom or Uncle George. He loved it.