Thursday, December 31, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
Tanner and Marissa Slideshow
Friday, August 14, 2015
Crow Creek Ranch with the Stewarts
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Las Vegas with the Grandkids
Gary and I got to spend 4 wonderful days with our sweet grandchildren Kate, Ryan, Brynn and Molly while their parents were in Costa Rica. We were tired, but had so much fun spending time with them!
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Sea World with Kristi and the kids
Had so much fun with Kristi and the kids when they came to visit during their spring break. We got some Sea World passes for the rest of the year, so hopefully they will come to visit San Diego a few more times this year.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Why My Family is Important to Me
(Written by Linda Pulsipher for a project Tanner is working on for school. February 2015)
Why My Family is Important to Me?
I grew up in a home with goodly parents where we were taught the principles of the gospel and I knew I was loved. It was only natural for me to want to marry and have children of my own. Before I had my own children, I could not have imagined the depth of love that one could have for another person. The power of creation between a man and woman is a sacred gift God bestowed on men and woman for a purpose much more grand than procreating the earth. Who could imagine the powerful feelings of love that a mother develops for her babies as she carries them in her womb, nurses them at her breast, and gives up sleepless nights to comfort her crying infant? Parents freely and willingly give of themselves because they love their children so much. The more we sacrifice and pray for our children, the more we love them. Perhaps this is the closest we will understand the love of the Savior and his willingness to give his life for us. As a young mother I felt a sacred duty and obligation to teach, raise and mold my children into the men and woman I wanted them to be. Little did I know, that these were not children that I created, nor did I have any power to shape or mold them into something I could for see. These children of mine were individual, unique and beautiful in ways that I could not have imagined. These were Heavenly Father’s children and He had entrusted them into my care for safe keeping in this life. Perhaps we even choose each other in the pre-existence, knowing that we would all have weaknesses and challenges, but we promised to be there for each other and never give up. I have come to learn that a family is the best school for learning sacrifice, patience, charity, forgiveness and repentance. A family is important because we don’t give up on each other. When one person falls, there is someone their to pick them up. We joy in each other’s joys and sorrow over each other’s sorrows. We learn how our differences make us unique and beautiful. We learn the power of love when it is freely given and not always deserved. As a parent I have developed a much greater appreciation and love for the Savior and his infinite atonement that will make up for all of the things that I didn’t get right as a parent. This is a life of learning and growth, and I am so grateful that God gave us families to teach us about the power of love and sacrifice.
Linda Pulsipher (Luckiest mom)
Mother of Kristi, Craig, Amy, Kelly, Tanner and Sarah (the most wonderful children in the world)
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Gary speaks about Frenchie at Funeral
I want to
take the opportunity to thank all of you for all that you have done for our
family over the last couple of weeks. It
is a difficult thing to lose a husband, a father, and a wonderful friend.
My father
and mother are both, people of wonderful character. They are both
examples of the love that comes from following God and his teachings. They
exemplify the love that comes from people that live the gospel of Jesus Christ.
As the
cards and letters, and text messages role in, there was a common theme. Frenchie was a wonderful influence on those
that responded. He loved those that he served and set an example for them to
move forward and achieve something in this life. He could motivate, uplift, love and yes he
had an amazing sense of humor, he could always say just enough to put a smile
on your face.
My dad
taught me many skills growing up. One of the most important was the ability to
work. He was a project guy. Anything
that broke or needed to be fixed in the house, he fixed it. We didn't
call a plumber, we didn't call a mechanic, we didn't call a carpenter, a
painter of a gardener. We were for the
most part we were self sufficient and he would devise a plan and figure out a
way to some how fix what had broken. After he had fixed it, you got the
sense that he felt so much joy after his accomplishment. It brought him joy to beat the problem. He never let it beat him.
I can
remember hovering over a car at night, in the dark, holding a light, trying to
fix a car so we could use it the next day. He would not only show me, but
then he would let me do it to gain the experience.
As a kid had
an addiction, I loved Slurpees and candy.
He taught me to work with my hands, and work hard. If I wanted a Slurpee, or some candy, I couldn't go in and ask for cash. I had to find jobs at early age, and I
supported my own candy habits.
Because of
this work ethic, I feel that I have had success in life because I was willing
to go out and work hard for whatever it is I needed or wanted.
He was not
a perfectionist, and this is where he and my mom could struggle.
I can
remember as a little kid, that he and my mom were not good at working on
projects together. One of the roughest memories I can remember is when my
mom and dad decided that they would wall paper a hallway in our home. After
about a half hour, I think it was only two lengths of wall paper, my dad got mad, and left in the car. As
a young boy, I wondered if he would ever come back. Eventually he did and they
worked out the problem. The next Saturday, for some strange reason, they
thought that they could pick up where they had left off and after about an
hour, my mom got mad and left in the
car. She also eventually came back, but
they didn't try to work together on projects much after that. It's a good
thing that hallway was very short. But
they were able to realize their strengths and weaknesses and made
compromises. My dad did not hold
grudges. He might get mad, but he was
also able too get over it quickly and move on.
Later on
in years, his repair work continued, but was reduced to moving along much more
quickly, by using a big roll of heavy duty tape for just about anything. This
was the tape that he used to tape bags of cookies together to sell in Costco
and other large warehouse stores. If something
broke, he would go and get the tape and just start wrapping it up. He
also, always carried a razor blade in
his pocket which was also one of the tools of his trade from working at mothers
cookies.
To this
day we still laugh out loud for his installation of a stereo in his cookie
truck. He had the ability to take some metal brackets, screws and clamps
to install the radio to the dash, but he pulled out that big roll of tape and
did a wondrous installation job. He went
round and round on that radio with the tape, and there were so many layers, I
think it was earthquake proofed.
Everyone
new him as the cookie man. They knew
that he drove around in a big purple truck, that said “Mother’s” on the
side. They might tease him a little bit
for his job, but they were also out in the back of the store standing by his
truck waiting for him to come out and ask him for a pack or two. Everyone knew about the big purple cookie
truck and would follow him to stores to get some of their favorite
cookies. In death, he was known as who
he was, a man that loved life, his family, and make the best of the situation
that he was in. None of the cards or
letters mentioned cookies. They mentions
the influence he had on their lives and how they loved him for that.
In my
dealings with my dad, you always knew where you stood. He would always
tell us that he would trust us as long we didn't give him a reason not to. When
you crossed that line, he would appear quite suddenly and apply the punishment,
it was swift and unforgiving. If some one reported wrong doing on our
part, he didn't ask many questions, and delivered swift justice. He would
not defend us even if we were a little bit wrong. If we were a little
wrong, we were wrong. He provided no excuses to others for our behavior
or reasons why we may have done it. He would not hold grudges, he would
discipline you and then he got over it. I respected him for that. My friends and I did some stupid things that
many times he would overlook, but some times even he had to deliver some
discipline to our friends. They
understood and respected him for it. We knew that he loved all of us and
thought highly of each one of us.
He taught
me to love love building things, anything, tree houses forts, go carts,
anything that rolled.
HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO BUILD MODELS. My dad
would build them with me and taught me how to do it. You would pick out a
plane or a car open the box and the model contained little small pieces. To build the model, you would take these
small pieces, glue them together with special glue. You would need to use
rubber bands, little weights to help bind the pieces together, it was hard to
believe that these little insignificant pieces would make any thing at all. As
I progressed, the little pieces would be bound together, with the binding power
of the glue, the model over time would begin to take shape. As it
progressed, you could begin to see the model take shape and come together to
look like ALMOST what was on the front of the box. As the pieces came
together, the plane or car would take its full shape and I would be tempted to
take the plane and play with it. The problem is, to do it right, there
would be painting to do, decals to put on, and many other details would need to
be done to take the model to completion. This was the principle I learned
from my mom, that when you do a project, you do it right, or not at all.
When I
left on my mission, I thought I would miss Linda who had been the love of my
life for the previous 9 months. As my mission progressed, I realized it
was my dad that I missed the most. He was at my side on service projects,
sporting events, working on my car, going to priesthood meetings together,
playing pig in the front yard with all of my friends, going to the junk yard to
look for parts for my car, buying and selling cars with me and my brother,
which were usually pieces of junk. He
loved to be with us and we loved to be with him. Even our friends loved
to be around my dad, he was just one of the guys, he could always put a smile
on our faces, with a joke, a story, or something that he did as a kid. He would love to go out in the drive way and
play horse or pig with us. He always
came up with the craziest shots to make and then would make the basket. His
style was classic and he was idealized for his coolness. My friends and I both knew that he was cool.
The number
one thing that my dad taught me was the importance of having a strong loving
family. He didn't need nice cars or a
big house. He was not a big fan of
material wealth. He loved his wife and
his family and wanted to be with them as much as he could. After the got married, he would always stop
by our homes, just to say hi and see how we were doing. He missed his kids and wanted to be around
them. They were his pride and joy, his
reason for living. He loved talking
about his family and the closeness that we all shared. I think one of the greatest principles of the
gospel that he loved, was the eternal nature of the family.
IT IS OUR
BELIEF THAT THE FAMILY IS CENTRAL TO THE CREATORS PLAN FOR THE ETERNAL DESTINY
OF HIS CHILDREN
Just as
making a model takes time, patience and long suffering, the pieces will not
stay together without the special glue.
HIS family unit was of utmost importance to my dad and he was the glue
that held us all together. He realized
that we were all different as kids, but he knew what was needed for with each
and every one of his kids. Obviously I
was his favorite, but he spent time with all of us. If he didn't visit us, he would call us and
see what was going on in our lives and the lives of his grandchildren.
As you can tell, his family was everything to
him. As the patriarch of our family, he
did all that he could to somehow bind us together with the power that comes
from the gospel of Jesus Christ. We were
bound together with spiritual glue, and our family, as it grew, came to resemble the look of a family that
is centered on the teachings of Jesus Christ.
Our family has been bound together not only in this earth life, but in
the world to come. That glue comes the through the binding power of the
covenants and promises that we make with God so that our family can be bound
together for eternity. I know that I will see my Dad again.
As members
of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, we believe that The
gospel of Jesus Christ has been restored again to the earth for our benefit. We believe that we are here for a divine
purpose, as literal sons and daughters of God.
D&C
76:22-24
I
have been sealed to my family in the temple by the holy priesthood, which binds
families together forever.
I am
certain that the way that we as the posterity of Frenchie Hardy Pulsipher can
honor and respect his name, it to live our lives in such a way as to follow his
example. To love god, to love our
neighbors, to strengthen our family units, so that we to might be able to
receive the blessings of having a wonderful family on this earth and in the
world to come.
Gary remembers his Dad
Interview with Gary Pulsipher
About his father Frenchie Hardy
Pulsipher
May 6, 2015
Frenchie Hardy Pulsipher was born September 24, 1932
in Mesquite Nevada to William and Nevada Pulsipher. He was the second to the
last child. His dad was gone a lot working the mine or driving a truck. They
had a farm and animals, and were self sustaining. His mother was a strong
woman. They had a sense of humor to aid them through their struggles and hardships.
Frenchie’s brothers and sisters included Silva, Verna, Warren, Howard,
and Katie was the baby. Frenchie and his 3 brothers all slept in the same bed
growing up. Growing up Frenchie helped his dad driving the truck-hauling cattle
from Mesquite to Los Angeles. Frenchie was drafted into the military at 18 and
spent 2 years in Korea. Frenchie remembered that his parents did not even take
him to the bus to say good-bye. Frenchie traveled by freightliner to Korea.
Frenchie always felt that he would come home safe and he didn’t fear his assignments. Once Frenchie got blamed for peeing
in the sergeant’s helmet because he was somewhat of a
prankster, but Frenchie denied it was him. Once the camp took fire from
artillery and Frenchie could see the shells coming in, so he ran and dove
underneath a tank, some of the shrapnel landed close to him and it was so hot,
he knew it would have done some permanent damage had it hit him. When he
returned home from the military he worked at the gas station with his brother.
His brother eventually moved to San Diego with his wife to work at Convair and
convinced his dad to have Frenchie move down to San Diego with him. Frenchie
had already started dating his future wife Marilyn Reber and they continued a
long distance relationship, via writing letters everyday to each other.
Periodically Frenchie would return to Mesquite to see Marilyn and eventually they
married in the St. George temple on April 20, 1956. Frenchie and Marilyn
started their life together in San Diego with Frenchie working at Convair. A
few years later Frenchie took a job with Mothers Cookies and worked there until
he retired. Marilyn and Frenchie had six children and they were all raised in a
very loving home where they were taught to work hard and live the gospel.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Frenchie passes away
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Memories of John and Richard Hardy shared
While mom was here, the Hardy family gathered in the morning at Torrey Pines to spread the ashes of my brother John that passed away. We all shared memories at the beach and then ate together at a taco shop. We had to come back later in the afternoon when the tide was down to get to bath top rock to spread the ashes. It was a beautiful way to remember my brother.
For my mom's birthday, we gathered at the gravesite of my father where we shared more memories and then gathered at a yogurt shop for sweet treats.
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