Bryce Gibb

One of the best times I had with Grandma and Grandpa is when I spent several months with them the fall after I graduated high school.  Usually when you visit the farm there are so many people around it is hard to be able to really sit and talk with them. This time I had a lot of alone time to sit with them, enjoy their company, play cards, visit etc. Grandpa and I went out several times looking for gophers to shoot, we didn’t find much but it was a great time anyway.  At one point I got stuck on the barbed wire fence because of my saggy pants and Grandpa had to get his city slicker grandson unstuck. As he laughed and shook his head, I could tell that he thought it was both hilarious and pathetic. It was cool to be out with him and see that fun side I hadn’t seen before. I was also able to end the visit by driving down to Utah with them – we talked for the whole drive.

Bryce Gibb

The Wolffs

 



Us wolves have many fond memories of mom and dad or grandma and grandpa gibb,on the farm and in Cardston. I remember going to the farm one winter with some of our grandkids and watching the birth of a calf, (Robb taking pics of corse) the kids actually clapped when it finally stood up. I remember bumming the bucket and riding down to the river bottom in Larry's big dump truck to go tubing, and the many wiener roasts also. We have made it to at least 98% of the first of july celebrations...even when we lived in Toronto for 5 years we were able to come to 2 of those july 1st.  I remember our first Christmas back from Toronto and the snow drifts behind the farm house were as huge as they ever were.  Scott and Kevin put on winter clothes that grandma was able to find and they shoveled and shoveled until they had dug out a huge cave that they wanted to sleep in (but didn't).

Thank you mom and dad for the wonderful memories, the great example and influence for good you are and have been, your steadfastness in the gospel of which you live and show others by example.  All 13 of us wolves know that your door is always open and gracious service will be given to us until we leave..... with a strong desire to come back.  in behalf of all the wolff pack...we love you both very much.

Marge

Scott and Erin Wolff

I have fond memories of visiting the farm over the summer as a child -- the deep corner, the swing set, playing on the hay bails, sneaking Scott Feller's beef jerky from the fridge, the party-line telephone system, the view of Chief Mountain from the kitchen sink and large family dinners on a Sunday afternoon to name only a few. 

Sometimes I would have breakfast or lunch with grandpa when he came in from working on the farm.  Sometimes grandma would tell Kevin and me a bedtime story -- something about a mother hen who left her chicks home alone while she went off to work for the day and a fox (or wolf, I don't remember which) would come devour the chicks one by one, only to be rescued later by the mother hen's crafty use of a sewing needle and some heavy stones. I still wonder why the mother hen would leave all her chicks at home alone for the day, and how it was that the chicks were still alive after having been devoured by the wolf, or why grandma would tell us a story of a wolf devouring chicks as a bedtime story? But I digress...

One summer grandma Gibb and I planted a small evergreen tree on the East side of the farmhouse.  I looked forward each summer to see the growth of the tree and can still recall quite vividly even now the day we planted it together.  It seems to me that it was moved at least once and was eventually removed entirely.  Even as a child I understood that with demands of life of the farm and having so many grandchildren to attend to, having some one-on-one time with grandma was very special.

I am glad to have had a brief time on the farm each summer to re-enforce my teaching about work and play and family. As an adult I have come to appreciate grandpa's persistence in working in the garden year after year. Grandma and grandpa Gibb are faithful, honest and diligent people who have consistently been examples of Christian principles and righteousness.

I have enjoyed my association with the entire Lawrence and Hazel Gibb family and am honoured to be counted among them.



Scott, Erin, Grace, Matthew, Hannah, Josh



Grace Erin Wolff
  8 years old



Matthew Richard Wolff
7 years old



Hannah Marjorie Wolff
6 years old



Joshua Robert Wolff
1 year old







Jenkins Family

Grandpa and Grandma,  I am so glad my family had the chance to come stay with you this past August.  We had such a good time!  I am so glad my kids were able to get to know my Grandma and Grandpa.  Thank you for taking such good care of us.  I am so blessed to have such great Grandparents.  You are such a great example.  I have so many wonderful memories of the trips to Canada.  From the yummy Sunday dinners and Sunday night popcorn.   To the first of July parades and the trips to the candy stores.  The homemade rolls and karaoke machine.  Hot dog roast down at the river and feeding the cows in the tractor bucket. And many many more....  Thank you!!!!

We love you so much and think of you often.. 
Jay, Emily, McKenly, Baily, Ryker, & Daxton

Christie Burnham

I heard once that "our lives are the product of the lives that touch ours" and I just want you to know what  an influence you've had on my life.  I remember growing up always looking forward to going to the farm during summer vacation....It was always fun to see the cousins, put on bake sales, plays, riding the quad, haybailing, and spending time with family.  As I've grown up I've reflected on why the farm has become a place of refuge and a place that I find sacred.... I found it really sad when you guys moved into Cardston thinking it wouldn't be the same, but when I walked into your new house I felt the same kind of peace I had felt in Hillspring. I realized that it wasn't the setting, but it was the people who made the experience.  You both have such  a quiet dignity about you, there's steadiness and hardworking loving grandparents.  I will never forget the times I've spent with you both.  I am grateful for how you raised your children because I have an amazing mother. Thankyou for your strong testimonies, steadiness, and diligence in living the gospel. I love you both very much!!!!!

Tracie Holland

I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to grow up next door to Grandma and Grandpa.  I have many memories of them.  When I try and narrow down what my favorite memories would be, I find that it is the simple things that I got to see everyday like watching Grandpa work in his garden and watching Grandma take care of all her beautiful flowers that are my favorite. They are both such hard workers.  I remember watching them in awe because it just seemed like they never stopped. 

 I love the memory of going over to visit and Grandma always having something baking or cooking.  My favorites were her brown bread with honey, raisin cookies, her fresh from the garden vegetable soup, and buns.  She always seemed to have a supply of peanuts on hand too that she kept in her freezer which she was always willing to share.

One of my youngest memories of Grandma is going into Cardston with her to visit Granny Beazer.  I don't remember much about it, just that I was so excited that she would bring me along and that it could be just me and her.  I also remember lots of trips out to the Hutterite colonies with her.  She was always visiting people and has a way to make everyone feel special, comfortable, and loved.  She was always bringing food to people or inviting others over for meals.  You never knew who would be sitting around Grandma and Grandpa's table at Sunday dinner with us!  The many examples of service I have seen will always stay with me and make me want to be a better person and serve others more.

I remember one time when I was staying at Grandma and Grandpa's house we were sitting around the table and Grandma was teaching me how to spell.  She taught me that you spell Grandma and Grandpa like this-Grama and Grampa.  I was in shock when a few years later I found that it wasn't actually right.  Every time I write their names I think of this funny memory.  I love it when Grandma signs her name like this. 

I loved Sunday meals over at their house.  We would pull out the blue table, get all the leaves out, her nice plates and salad bowls.  I loved sitting around and visiting after.  Usually when dinner was over Grandma would ask me to play the piano for her.  I would go and play and everyone else would have to clean.  When the cleaning was done Grandma and Grandpa would come sit on their blue couch and listen.  She usually had a request or two of a song that she wanted us kids to sing before we left. If we were lucky we got to sing in her karaoke machine.  Lots of times my family would leave to go home before I was done playing and I loved this because it gave me a chance to sit and visit with Grandma and Grandpa all by myself. 

There was another time when I was staying over at their house and Grandpa was playing with this yo-yo and was doing all sorts of tricks with it for us.  I think he found the more he did his silly tricks the harder that we would laugh. I love Grandpa's sense of humor.   I also remember going on a Utah road trip with them.  I was driving and I must of been making Grandpa a little nervous because he firmly told me that his vehicle doesn't go over 100km/hr.  I was nervous the rest of the time I was driving because I kept feeling his eyes on the speedometer.  Because I loved and respected him I made sure to do as he asked.  It was fun to get to travel and visit with them.  I love all of Grandpa's little experiments with his gardening and other things.  I remember once he was so excited to show us that he discovered freezing things like gravy in ice cube trays so that you have the perfect individual portion. 

 A few other memeories are going flower picking with Grandma in the coolies.  She loves picking flowers and would teach us all the names of all the different flowers.  We would walk up to the corner and pick wild roses in the ditch which I always thought smelt so good. When we got back we would pick out the perfect vase out of her many vases to put the flowers in.  I loved going over on Saturdays to visit.  Grandma would get us busy washing windows with newspaper or dusting. Some how it didn't ever seem like work though.   I loved looking at all the little trinkets that she had in her house.  I remember when they got their little camper and how fun it was to help Grandma get it all fixed up.  I remember her singing "ride, ride" to me which is a song that I now sing to my kids.

We always looked forward to all the cousins coming to visit.  I'm sure we drove Grandma crazy asking her everyday when everyone was coming and how long they were planning to stay.  Some of my very favorite memories are of all the cousins being at the farm for the 1st of July.  There were many games of becon and jailbreak.  Lots of laughs, visiting, and late nights.  Lots of tubing and weiner roasts.  Lots of exploring in the trees and playing in the attic and walking to the cool car. Plenty of popcorn and peach juice.  Grandma was always so patient when we wanted to do plays for her, or have a bake sale.

Grandma and Grandpa, thank you so much for the wonderful examples that you have always been to me.  When I think of examples of hard work, service, unconditional love, and charity, I think of you guys.  You have always been so faithful.  You have always attended the temple.  You have always treated each other and others with respect.  I have never heard you talk badly about anyone.  You have always made others feel loved.  I feel so blessed to have you as Grandparents.  I love you guys!

Love Tracie

Nicole & Bobby Peters

Grandma and Grandpa Gibb are both absolutely wonderful people. Since me and Bobby were married, we've loved being able to go to the temple together, knowing it’ll always be followed by a visit to G&G’s. Grandma always manages to magically produce a full-fledged meal for us, no matter the time of day, the inconvenience, the short notice, or our lack of hunger. What’s most baffling is that Grandma unfailingly apologizes for the meals’ "plainness", somehow thinking there was something better in the world to eat than Grandpa's homegrown vegetables and her home cooking.

A memory that I have with Grandma, is not so much a memory of a certain event or activity, because I don’t actually remember the exact circumstances, but I remember what I felt, and it was love and tenderness. Something maybe more recent and tangible is the quilt I received from Grandma. This quilt means a lot to me because I know of the endless hours and sacrifice that goes into her world class quilts. This quilt is also so sentimental because it reminds me of the loving consideration Grandma possesses. I had seen the quilt in its early, starting stages and admired it, and then forgot about it. The next time I saw it was almost a year later, when Grandma gave it to me as a wedding gift, knowing that I had said in a passing comment that I liked the quilt.

A memory I have about Grandpa, besides his quick, quiet wit, is his constant, loyal, loving companionship to Grandma. He’s always by her side, or close behind. It does not take words for Grandpa to demonstrate his humility and worthy Priesthood-bearing. I had an experience when I was younger, when I got sick at the farm. I got a Priesthood blessing from Grandpa, as my dad was away, and my brothers were not old enough. Though, as a young child, we did not necessarily talk or ‘hang out’ much, by the end of that blessing, I somehow knew a lot more about Grandpa than I could have gotten to know under any other circumstance. I can still remember, and feel to an extent, the power of the Priesthood, and the worthiness of the one holding it. I felt a fatherly comfort and security from Grandpa, that, at that time, I thought I could only get from my own dad. I distinctly remember him saying that I would be healed, and afterward, as a young child, feeling and recognizing a hope and faith that I would.

Grandma and Grandpa Gibb are both so Christ-like. Selfless in their endless service. So welcoming, loving and kind; having their nonjudgmental doors open to anyone. Hard, consistent and enduring in their work - never once have I heard, seen or sensed complaint about the work they willingly take on. It’s only as I get older do I realize, hear about, and appreciate the stories and memories of their long life of dedication, hard work, and commitment to the Lord. They are great examples to Bobby and I. If we were to become even half of who they are today, we will have done very well for ourselves.

We love you both, Grandma and Grandpa. Thank you for all your service and for your examples.