Marion and Helena Andrew

Helena Cottle Andrew

Helena was born on January 1924 in Trenton UT. She married Marion in march of 1943 at 19 years old. She raised 12 kids and passed away in February in 2012.

Marion Andrew

Marion was born on January 1923. At 19 years old he was drafted into the military during WWll. In 1943 he married Helena Cottle in the Logan Temple. He passed away in 1964 and left behind 12 kids and his wife.

Andrew Reunion Agenda
If you need something, cook-stove, tent, etc., let me know. I can take things up there if I
know. They probably will not be there if I do not know about them.
Wednesday, July 5
Check in time is 2 PM or after
You are on your own with the others that are there, until Thursday afternoon, or when others get there.
Thursday, July 6
Memory Lane Story time
A rare opportunity to hear interesting and funny stories about your family, a storytelling hour can really
encourage family memories. (Need to have someone record this session.)
Bring what info you have for a show and tell event, during the day and see if we can share stories, history, photos. If you
have a thumb drive with photos, bring it and we will show them for families to look at during the camp.
For supper tonight, you are on your own, bring it with you.
We will have a panel discussion with the Brothers and Sisters in a panel, any topic!
(Dear Brothers and Sisters, this is your invite to be in the panel)
Q & A
Ideas for topics and/or questions:
What was it like growing up in Trenton?
What was your dearest moment with parents & or family?
What was you hardest moments with parents & or family?
Looking back, what would you have changed?
How did you meet your spouse?
How many children, grandchildren, great and great-grands do Grandpa Marion and Grandma
Helena have?
Friday, July 7
9 am – Bryce Berry: Lost? Dog Rescue Program
Games, Bingo and Auction during the day.
Meal: Supper will be around 5:30-6
Saturday, July 8
Packing up! Check out time 11 AM.

Marion Andrew’s 100th Birthday Celebration

Hi family,

In 2023 we are going to celebrate Marion Andrew’s 100th Birthday. In having this celebration we would love to learn more about Marion and his wife Helena. 

As part of this preparation for a celebration it is only fitting that we do some service for them. We would like to have 100 Baptisms and 100 Initiatories done for your ancestry. We would also like to put together a list of dates and places where the descendants of Marion and Helena either served a mission or in the military. 

Over the next year read the stories, look at the photos, do some research and service and post your feelings, comments, stories. Help us learn and grow together as a family. Most of all, let’s have fun learning about our family.

We don’t have a date, place or time set for this party that will need to be worked out, but like life, it’s not the destination, it’s the journey that is important. Please reach out to Paul Andrew at psa84321@gmail.com if you have any questions or want to share any stories, videos, or photos.

Based on the snow in our area we still have a while to go until July 7th, lest we be deceived that it’s not that far away.

I’m curious about how many will be there, at least for dinner on Friday night. We would like to do BBQ Chicken as Grandpa Marion did for many activities.

This Photo shows the way the chicken was cooked back then. (It’s not him cooking but it is a man who worked with him at the Turkey Plant I was able to work with him also.)

Help Along the Way

I’m not sure if we know how old the world is, a lot older than we think, but I do know with every fiber of my being this world was created by our Heavenly Father and our Savior Jesus Christ and it was created for us to have these experiences. He is in every detail of our lives; we are all his children. He loves us very much.

Sometimes we make choices that are not the best for us or other people. They’re not even pleasing to our Father in Heaven or Savior, but he still loves us. He still wants us to have this experience, this opportunity to learn and grow, to gain that further light and knowledge. That time will probably take as long or longer than earth is old. That doesn’t matter. We will still be learning and growing.

One of the greatest things our Father in Heaven wants us to learn on this earth is that we are all brothers and sisters and we are here to help each other. We are not here to criticize, to judge, condemn; only to love and pray for one another. That’s not always easy, not always convenient, and sometimes it hurts. It hurts to love, but we never know why anything happens in this earth. Why wars are started, why people are so prejudiced against other people, why religions think they’re so much better than others. We’re all trying to get back to our Heavenly Father the best we know how.

Take this time on earth to repent, to change, to come to be one with our Savior. Learn all that He has to teach us, for that is all the Father wants, for They are one. Don’t spend your time in negative thoughts and emotions. As soon as those negative thoughts or emotions or ideas come, give them to the Savior. Dwelling on what the adversary tries to get us to think and do or say is a waste of time here on this earth. For what we do with this time on earth is what we all have to report back to our Father in Heaven. Every day is a day to repent; every day is a day to start anew, to be strengthened and edified; to let the Savior be our guide, our exemplar, our mediator and our friend. He is always with us and it takes repentance, prayer and understanding to know that he is there.

I think that’s why families are put together and established here on earth, to help strengthen and love and lift each other in the good times and in the bad. Please don’t dwell on the bad. Seek for that greater light, truth and love that we can strengthen each other, that we can be a source of truth and light, for each of us are in different places. Each of us are all striving to climb the ladder. We’re on different rungs and we can help each other with the bad spots. Thank you for being part of my family. Thank you for helping me along my journey! As you’re helped, turn and help others. Thank you, love you!

Paul & Evelyn

One job at the lumber yard was to empty the Rail Road cars of coal when they came in, mostly slag coal.

How many places in the world have you or members of your family been to?  Let me know!

Julie’s Story

In January 2022, I went to a sound healing retreat. It is a meditation where they use and play  crystal bowls. I didn’t expect much, I do like listening to the sound of the bowls and I thought I would drift off for a snappy nap. I really could not get comfortable where I was sitting, many  people had taken to laying on the floor which left the chairs around me open, so I slid several together and laid across them. 

I started thinking about the request that Paul Stuart had made in his email about Dad’s, (Marion  Andrew) 100th birthday. He was asking for us to share what our relationship with Dad was like. 

I thought, “I don’t have any. I don’t even know what that would be like.” (I was almost 6 when he passed away). I started to think of my daughter and granddaughter and their relationships with  their dads and what that looks like. What would that feel like?  

I hear the sound of the crystal bowls, the rhythmic breathing of the people around me, the beat  of a drum that starts lightly in the background and the light patter of a rain stick. I am starting to  relax, when I see a picture in my mind; I see me in the south front room of the house I grew up  in. There is a man kneeling on the floor, it’s Dad. He is laying tile or linoleum on the floor. I am standing next to him, my hand is on his shoulder, and I am talking to him, nonstop and he is  nodding. When he moved forward, I moved forward. He just listens as we lay the tile.  I think, “how funny.” Then I see myself sitting on the red steps in front of the house, Dad is  laying bricks, making a path to the steps. I am talking and he is listening and responding when  needed. 

Another picture: I am in a van, standing next to the driver, Dad. We are on a mountain road, and  I am scared. I can see the steep cliff over the edge of the road. I want him to stop or go back,  but he tells me, “It will be ok, you are safe.”  

I suddenly see myself in an innertube; I am with my friend and we are tubing in the water that is  flowing in the ditch behind the house. We float around the corner and are headed to the  underpass behind Bertha’s old house. I see a truck stop on the road above the ditch, and out  jumps my Dad! Suddenly, I am being pulled out of the water, tube and all. He lets me sit on his  lap and asks me what I was doing. I actually don’t remember what I said, I just know I was not  supposed to be in the water. But I figured I was ok, because I was with my friend who was 7. (I was about 5). The truck stops in front of our house, and he drops me to the ground and says,  “Go tell your Mother what you were doing, and when I get home, you will get spanked.” I  remember waving my hand at him as I walked away, yelling, “OK!”. I actually believed that by  the time I saw him again he would have forgotten all about it because I would. That night,  dressed in my PJ’s I went into the kitchen, he was sitting on the stool against the black board.  With one hand he reached out and put me across his lap and said, “I promised you this” and I got  my spanking. 

I was so into my memories that I forgot where I was and laughed out loud, startling the people  around me.  

Then I see a big dump truck full of sand, being unloaded in the back yard. For some reason I am  the only one there, (or that I remember.) Dad says to go ahead and climb! I am thrilled, so  excited that I get it all to myself. I was standing on the top of that mountain of sand! I felt like a 

king. I roll down and climb up again. That was so fun, Soon Mom came out and said I had to go  to primary, by the time I got home, my mountain was gone, but we had a big sandpile! 

In the retreat, laying across those chairs, I was laughing to myself, thinking about how silly that  is, seen from a parent’s perspective, but from my perspective of a five-year-old child, how generous he was to let me climb that mountain of sand. I felt disappointed when I came home  and it was gone; but I also felt satisfied, confident, at peace. Maybe because I thought I had been  given something special just for me.  

I remember fishing with a spool and line, then I saw myself crawling out on a big water pipe.  Water was gushing out the end and I wanted to feel it. Dad was right behind me with his arm  around my waist, helping me scoot out to the end just so I could feel the water. I think he helped  the others do the same that were there. 

He taught me how to eat eggs over-easy with pancakes. I had just woken up and everyone was  gone. He had me sit at the table and set a plate of eggs in front of me. I remember looking at  him, and said, “This is not what Mom gives me.” He was laughing and proceeded to show me  how to eat the pancake by dipping it in the egg.  

I saw a memory of me running from the kitchen to the living room, Dad and Mom are sitting on  a brown couch on the left wall. As I ran, I jumped and slid right next to him and he lifts his arm  to pull me close and says, “What have you been up to?” I felt safe. 

Laying on those uncomfortable chairs, I am totally in the land of remembering, when I hear a  voice say in my head, “This is what it feels like. This is what it looked like to have a relationship  with your Dad.” 

I realized I had a relationship with a father who loved me, kept me safe, disciplined me,  entertained me, listened to me and allowed me to feel special, like I was a Queen. 

I hope I expressed this in a way that you can also feel that same feeling. As I look at Dad,  through my ‘viewfinder’, I pull it back and I see Mom her life, and her sacrifice. I try to pull  back a little more to see the bigger picture to look at both their lives, I see love and sacrifice. I hope you can see it too. 

I think, “Wow who else does that?” Immediately came the answer, “Jesus Christ”. Whether they  meant to or not, together they emulated Jesus Christ. With their imperfect flawed lives, which were always pointing to Him, whose whole life was and is for us. A life of sacrifice, both being  eternal. 

What an exceptional opportunity we had, to have parents that with their lives pointed to Christ,  love, and sacrifice. I don’t think they did it consciously, but it was built into their subconscious to live that type of life.

For myself, I believe we made a plan for our lives before we were ever born. As I pull back on  the magnify lens of their lives, I see they wanted a life that would point us, their children,  grandchildren, and great grandchildren to the Savior. 

It has been humbling and amazing to see it. I hope you see it.