<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292309137179587563</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:07:23.353-07:00</updated><category term='Rock Stars'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Vilate Stewart 1923 - 2008</title><subtitle type='html'>Memorial for Vilate Stewart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David Stewart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGMB-7AIHIE/SOOYXJMyvJI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5MA5eafFSEE/S220/davidheadshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292309137179587563.post-1920844000333793054</id><published>2009-02-21T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:17:41.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Stars'/><title type='text'>Dire Straits cameo role</title><content type='html'>Check out the Dire Straits video "Walk of Life" at time 01:21 for two seconds for a cameo featuring Vilate and Harry Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://crocmusic.com/player_flv_maxi.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" flashvars="flv=http%3A%2F%2Fcrocmusic.com%2F%2Fclip.php%3FNjQ4NDI3fHdhbGtvZmxpZmU%3D&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;height=360&amp;amp;showstop=1&amp;amp;showvolume=1&amp;amp;showtime=1&amp;amp;startimage=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.meekmark.com%2Fimages%2FDS-WoL-V_H_S.jpg&amp;amp;showfullscreen=1&amp;amp;bgcolor1=ffffff&amp;amp;bgcolor2=ffffff&amp;amp;playercolor=000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://crocmusic.com/track/648427/dire_straits/walk_of_life"&gt;Dire Straits - walk of life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8292309137179587563-1920844000333793054?l=vilatestewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1920844000333793054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8292309137179587563&amp;postID=1920844000333793054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/1920844000333793054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/1920844000333793054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/2009/02/dire-straits-cameo-role.html' title='Dire Straits cameo role'/><author><name>Mark Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367476448867552772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZOmdd3K7C60/SDJIGbbCQWI/AAAAAAAAACM/RFARwrO0uU0/S220/MarkStewart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292309137179587563.post-5575262632051696196</id><published>2008-06-13T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:21:10.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Angel</title><content type='html'>It was very hard for me to miss Granny's funeral, but I find solace in knowing that I got to tell her good-bye on the phone, and knowing the kind of person she was, she would have understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still needed my own little moment for her the day of the services. While walking through the Sacred Grove (Religious Historical Site) in New York, I decided that I wanted to take a leaf and float it down the creek just outside the grove. While doing that I was listening (on my ipod)to: "Each Life That Touches Ours For Good," a beautiful song...and fit the moment. It may sound corney, but I felt close to Granny, even though it was only about 5 minutes that we stopped...it meant a lot to me to do that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211278795216906162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7y1jLZ7RN0s/SFIudCZt57I/AAAAAAAABPw/KgsZS-ld7M0/s320/creek+by+sacred+grove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish the things I have that remind me of you. I have a pottery bowl that you got on one of your trips abrod, and it reminds me of your exceptance of other people and cultures. I have a quilt that you and I made together when I came to stay with you and Gramps for the summer, and it reminds me of all the many other quilts you made and your talent for doing it. I also have a small statue of Christ, and it reminds me of all the many Christ-like qualities you had mastered that I am still striving to be. It also reminds me how often you would share your testimony of the gospel, and how I need to be better at that. Lastly I have baby quilt you made that reminds me of your love for your family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211293477519784706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7y1jLZ7RN0s/SFI7zqPgewI/AAAAAAAABP4/mYJsRqGEBAM/s320/DSC03528-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always described her as "An Angel on Earth" because, she was. Her always looking for the good in people, never speaking ill of anyone, un-matched patience, abundance of church service and charity, her strong testimony of the gospel, and never-ending love...can you describe an Angel another way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her, and will continue to strive towards the amazing example that she set for us all! LOVE YOU GRANNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8292309137179587563-5575262632051696196?l=vilatestewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/feeds/5575262632051696196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8292309137179587563&amp;postID=5575262632051696196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/5575262632051696196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/5575262632051696196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-angel.html' title='Our Angel'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710429457411767158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7y1jLZ7RN0s/SFIudCZt57I/AAAAAAAABPw/KgsZS-ld7M0/s72-c/creek+by+sacred+grove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292309137179587563.post-1317760290695778607</id><published>2008-06-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:52:33.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the posts from the online obit the paper sponsors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;May 23, 2008&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I'm sorry to hear about her passing. She was a wonderful lady who always had a smile on her face. She was full of wisdom and inspirational thoughts that I remember her sharing during lessons at church. May the memories be something you always cherish. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Lorene Coe (Boise, ID)&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;May 23, 2008&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; Vilate (Mom) was always like a mother to me, as my own dear mom died at a very early age before my 3 boys were born. She was more "Christlike" than possibly anyone I have ever known. Even after her oldest son, Harry and I divorced, we continued to stay in touch, along with the rest of the family. She was kind, loving and never had ill will toward anyone. She will always be my "shining example" and someone I can strive to be more like each day. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Linda Bradbury (Spring Creek, NV)&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/VenturaCountyStar/GB/ContactMe.aspx?PersonId=110031884&amp;amp;EntryId=23778225"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;May 21, 2008&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; From the first time I met Sister Stewart there was a warm glow of love and kindness that radiated. I so enjoyed getting to know her and recognized the light that shown from her eyes was that representation of her life. She was a valiant spirt, a dear lady and a wonderful example. She and Jill were the greatest examples of what a mother-daughter relationship should be, love and devotion. Thank you both. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Teresa Steel (Boise, ID)&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; Mother was always there for me and a sterling example in all ways. She never had a bad word to say about anyone. Her motto was "look for the good." I love her. &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Jill Lister (Boise, ID)&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/VenturaCountyStar/GB/ContactMe.aspx?PersonId=110031884&amp;amp;EntryId=23720122"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt; I remember Vilate and Harry as an energetic couple, full of life and loved to dance. We had many wonderful conversations on the dance floor at at various church functions. She is remembered fondly.&lt;br /&gt;Myrna Melchior, Ventura 4th Ward   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Myrna Melchior (Venutra, CA)&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/VenturaCountyStar/GB/ContactMe.aspx?PersonId=110031884&amp;amp;EntryId=23714527"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr align="center" noshade="noshade" width="80%"&gt;  &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" width="20"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" align="right" valign="top"&gt;May 20, 2008&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/GuestBook/bullet.gif" height="14" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;   I love you mom.  You were the greatest mom a son could have. I am glad I could spend the last week with you.   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="lgyGBNormal" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;David Stewart (Ventura, CA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8292309137179587563-1317760290695778607?l=vilatestewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/feeds/1317760290695778607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8292309137179587563&amp;postID=1317760290695778607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/1317760290695778607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/1317760290695778607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-are-posts-from-online-obit-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>David Stewart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGMB-7AIHIE/SOOYXJMyvJI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5MA5eafFSEE/S220/davidheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292309137179587563.post-2588180284936401550</id><published>2008-05-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:49:34.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss her...</title><content type='html'>As we were cuddling Sadie down for bed just before we said her prayers we had a cute conversation that I don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Great Grandma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's in Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because her body got old so her spirit went to heaven. She is SO happy there. She gets to be with Jesus and her Mommy who she hasn't gotten to see in a really long time. So she is HAPPY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(Whine) I miss her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we call her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, there are no phones in heaven; but you can talk to her any time you want to and she will hear you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! Can I right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great Grandma Vilate, I miss you. I love you! All my Grandma's and Grandpa's be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she leaned in and just hugged me, did some whimpers and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too Sadie, Me too! We will get to see her again someday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just melted my heart. She just kept hugging me and whimpering and talking about how she missed Great Grandma Vilate, and how she wanted to see her! Although we can't see her, I know she is here with us! I definitely know she was with us tonight! I love you Granny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8292309137179587563-2588180284936401550?l=vilatestewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2588180284936401550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8292309137179587563&amp;postID=2588180284936401550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/2588180284936401550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/2588180284936401550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-her.html' title='I miss her...'/><author><name>Monson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385999062534602889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w19/lanaekay/IMG_0099BW2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292309137179587563.post-2314420695686838038</id><published>2008-05-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:08:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD90JOjqCiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/LKTm1gG_vCs/s1600-h/0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206007396138879522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD90JOjqCiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/LKTm1gG_vCs/s320/0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205999716737354050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9tKOjqCUI/AAAAAAAABYg/3JVkUh8J-kk/s320/DSCN7882+b5x7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I LOVE this picture. This is of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; with Shane, and my Granny with Sadie. It is just so descriptive of them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; being silly and Granny so sweet and cute!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9uoujqCfI/AAAAAAAABZ4/IVDzGepZXKc/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001340234992114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9uoujqCfI/AAAAAAAABZ4/IVDzGepZXKc/s320/100_1587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago I got a call from my Granny so that we could say good bye to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;! I will never forget her sweet words of love, wisdom and encouragement! She is honestly the most Christ-like person I know! I am thankful for her example of love and kindness. She was the perfect combination of sweetness and spunk! (If you look at the top picture of all the different pics, my favorite picture of her is on the bottom right hand corner. It was when she and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; were visiting the Amazon and she is holding a snake that is bigger than she is! Although you can't see it, her expression is too cute! I always thought she was so cool! This picture was back when I was in Middle School-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish and I was especially proud to have her as my Grannny after I saw that!&lt;/span&gt;) As a mom, I am more appreciative of her patience and love. I remember she always had such beautiful sculptures , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;candelabras&lt;/span&gt;, vases, paintings, dishes, everything around her house. Once all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; were playing and one of us broke the head off of this statue of a little boy. She didn't even get upset! She just told us to be careful! I realize even more so now, how patient and loving she was.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad married after a divorce from my biological father, when I was 3 and my Granny always talked about how I just ran up to her with a huge smile on my face and gave her a big bear hug and how she felt that I instantly loved her! I am sad I will never get to hear her tell that story again. It is kind of like a kid always wanting to hear about the day of their birth...it never gets old! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning I got the call from my Dad (who was up in Idaho with her), I was then crying after I got off the phone. Sadie was so sweet and asked me what was wrong. So I told her that MY Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vilate&lt;/span&gt; died. (So she wouldn't get confused with one of HER Grandma's) She gave me a hug and did a few little whimpers with me. Then she said, "It's okay Mommy, we can see her again after we get baptized!" It was so sweet and really did help me feel better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went downstairs and went to have cereal and I had to smile again because somehow the fridge door didn't get shut completely tight the night before so the milk was warm with my cereal. Whenever we visited my Granny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; they would go to bed HOURS before we did and would then get UP HOURS before we did. She always had such a beautiful table set for even cereal! I loved it! Since they would get up way before us, the milk was always a little warm from being out for a few hours! So having warm milk with my cereal on the morning she passed just made me smile and miss her! It was perfect! She also always had home made jam and I LOVED it! After making some this year, I think of her every time I have it! (which is a lot!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went up to Idaho last week for a quick trip to go to her funeral. It was a fast trip, but it was SO NICE! It was great to see family that I haven't seen for so long! So fun to see their adorable kids too! It was fun to look through all of Granny's remembrance books and through old pictures...too funny! Bethany, yes you were ALWAYS cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001335940024786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9uoejqCdI/AAAAAAAABZo/qzkppFJc7y4/s320/DSCN8004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma's $1000 chair, a medical one that lifts you ALL the way up! We were having fun! Once the LITTLE kids warmed up to it, we could not get them off! My Grandpa was sitting in it and said, "I think I paid $1000 for this chair!" My Aunt Jill told him he did so he said, "I better get some use out of it then!" and then put his nose in the air! Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206000558550944194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9t7OjqCcI/AAAAAAAABZg/G4I1-yxYZ88/s320/DSCN7998.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My sweet Aunt Jill and two of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;! I have to say that Avery is the cutest ever! Not that they all aren't, but I just wanted to take her home with me! She would do that and say cheese whenever she saw a camera! Why can't I have a child like that!?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206000554255976882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9t6-jqCbI/AAAAAAAABZY/KAApZKFpZGU/s320/DSCN7995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was a beautiful service! I was lucky to be able to sing at her funeral. She had asked me YEARS ago if I would sing. So I am glad I got to do that! It was so hard to do, but I know she was up there with me, helping me get through it! At the end of the song, there was a little piano part, so as I was standing up there, my sweet Grandpa blew me a kiss, and I blew him one back! I will never forget that! The hardest part about that day, was seeing my Silly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; SO emotional! He has always been the joker not one to show his emotions, so seeing them POUR out was very difficult! They had been married for over 63 years!! They had traveled a lot and done amazing things together! I will miss her cards and letters for EVERY occasion! She never failed to show you she was thinking of you! We love you forever Granny!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206275823004944962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SEBoRujqCkI/AAAAAAAABag/XKXUOE0UOic/s320/DSCN7897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206277102905199250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SEBpcOjqCpI/AAAAAAAABbI/geObsg0rPTI/s320/DSCN7906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad pouring sand from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt; beaches (where they lived while my Dad was growing up) and sand from St. George (where they lived after they retired) into her grave. It was really sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206275831594879586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SEBoSOjqCmI/AAAAAAAABaw/pQDjqbe4iSs/s320/DSCN7918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206275827299912274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SEBoR-jqClI/AAAAAAAABao/9uH8pVinecc/s320/DSCN7928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206275840184814210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SEBoSujqCoI/AAAAAAAABbA/9jCh5anN-JI/s320/DSCN7934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206000545666042242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9t6ejqCYI/AAAAAAAABZA/g45_DN6y9rI/s320/DSCN7927+b5x7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom kissed her casket and left her lipstick mark on it, so we all had to do the same, so our kisses are with her forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206000549961009554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9t6ujqCZI/AAAAAAAABZI/zvC_OTwh4kY/s320/DSCN7929+b5x7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205999729622255986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9tK-jqCXI/AAAAAAAABY4/MFkt-cxGu2s/s320/DSCN7924+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Proof that I ENJOYED the 2 pounds I gained! Yummy funeral potatoes and chocolate cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001340234992098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD9uoujqCeI/AAAAAAAABZw/_z1Vs3R45hg/s320/DSCN7938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8292309137179587563-2314420695686838038?l=vilatestewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2314420695686838038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8292309137179587563&amp;postID=2314420695686838038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/2314420695686838038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/2314420695686838038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-this-picture.html' title='Sweet Little Granny'/><author><name>Monson Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385999062534602889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w19/lanaekay/IMG_0099BW2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nEEa51QUZgM/SD90JOjqCiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/LKTm1gG_vCs/s72-c/0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292309137179587563.post-2052219734933664</id><published>2008-05-18T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:29:38.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Vilate Stewart</title><content type='html'>Vilate Bradbury Stewart, 84, of Boise ID, died May 19, 2008 of natural causes at home. She was born September 17, 1923, in Chesterfield ID, to Charles Theo Bradbury and Nathalie Higginson. She was married to Harry LeBaron Stewart on July 1, 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a faithful life long member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She had a very giving heart. This led her to serve others throughout her lifetime. She held many positions in the church, including Relief Society President. Vilate also served many years as a church service missionary in the Member Locator Mission in St. George, Utah. She served in the hospital Guild for many years and she also volunteered as a Pink Lady and at the ER at the St George Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a master quilter, with first place ribbons at the Ventura County Fair in CA. She was creative in her cooking, sewing, art/painting, and interior design. She enjoyed Family history, gardening, traveling, she appreciated all the beauties of the world. She and her husband Harry traveled the world together, visiting Russia, China, Israel, the Amazon and many other countries, enjoying different cultures and each other’s company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilate’s greatest JOY was being with her family. She made sure she was there for every special occasion in their lives. She created many family reunions for her Children and grand-children. These are cherished memories. Vilate’s family considers her to be a valiant leader. They have big footsteps to Follow. Her descendants will try to emulate her ways, as they carry forward her Example of a good and kind heart. She lived what she believed. She was a wonderful Mom, loving grandmother, and a beautiful and thoughtful wife. She will be greatly missed by those who loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is survived by her husband Harry LeBaron Stewart; three brothers, Wendell (Barbara), Keith (Erma), and Phillip (Garnet) Bradbury; her four children, Harry B. (Doris)Stewart of Angleton TX, Jill (Jerry) Lister of Boise ID, David (Claudia) Stewart of Ventura, CA, and Mark (Mari) Stewart of Allen, TX; and by 19 grandchildren and 19 great grandchildren. Vilate was preceded in death by her parents, two sisters, Arliss Hunsaker and Donna Monzello, and one grandchild &amp;amp; one great grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services will be held on Wednesday 21st of May at 1 pm at the LDS chapel at 3555 S Cole Rd Boise, ID Viewing will be from 11:30 am to 12:45 pm in the Relief Society room. Burial will follow at Morris Hills Cemetery 317 N Latah St, Boise ID. Services under the direction of Relya Funeral Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post your loving memories of Vilate.  Other details of her life will be posted later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8292309137179587563-2052219734933664?l=vilatestewart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/feeds/2052219734933664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8292309137179587563&amp;postID=2052219734933664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/2052219734933664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8292309137179587563/posts/default/2052219734933664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vilatestewart.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-memory-of-vilate-stewart.html' title='In Memory of Vilate Stewart'/><author><name>David Stewart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGMB-7AIHIE/SOOYXJMyvJI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5MA5eafFSEE/S220/davidheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
