Stacey Murphy (left), and Suzette Bingham (right), West One Bank tellers, presented backpacks and fannypacks to the Heyburn Elementary School first and second prize winners of the West One “Express” Christmas Train Coloring Contest. Winners of the contest are (second from left) Tyler Taylor, second prize, May Melycher, first prize and second graders Adelia Saunders, second price and Wesley Cooper, first prize. The contest was sponsored by West One Bank – Mini-Cassia Branch.
Heyburn Elementary School students enjoyed a reward Thursday for helping raise $1,100 for Ricky Hollahan, 12, who recently received a kidney transplant. Students enjoying ice cream bars include kindergartners A.J. Vargas, far right, Jesse Melycher, Elida Arriaga and Jonathan Post.
On 19 October 2019 I was invited to the baptism of Jeremy Spencer in Filer, Idaho. Jeremy and my cousin May Melycher, are the parents of Kaidince Alexander Spencer. I have stayed in contact with Jeremy and Kaidince even after my cousin went her own way.
In 2008 I drove to Twin Falls nearly ever week to take Jeremy, May, and KK to church. During that time we blessed KK as a baby and we worked on Jeremy and May getting married so they could get to the temple. Fast forward 11 years and Jeremy was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Some things take their own time frames.
A year before, on 20 October 2018, I was happy to see Kaidince get baptized in Twin Falls. He is my first cousin, once removed.
Jeremy had invited me to perform the baptism. He had been working toward it but just was not there yet and Kaidince did not want to wait anymore.
Dad was pretty excited to come over from working in the temple to see the little boy he had blessed in 2008 become a new member of the church.
The trip was very worth the effort. What a great day. I could not help but wonder which ancestors were thrilled to be watching to occasion.
This photo was taken 25 May 1936 presumably in Fairfield County, Connecticut of the Melycher family.
Michael Melycher was born 20 October 1869 in Modrová, Nové Mesto nad Váhom, Trenčiansky, Slovakia. Suzanna Gajdosik was born 22 June 1878 in the same location. Michael and Suzanna were married 3 February 1896. I am not clear when they immigrated to the United States, some records show as early as 1897, others as late as 1909.
Michael and Suzanna had 10 children.
Stephanus Melycher born September 1898 and died before 1903 in Slovakia.
Michael Carl Melycher born 7 April 1900 in Mondrova and died 30 April 1987 in Newport, Campbell, Kentucky.
John R Melycher born 29 April 1902 in Austria and died 16 February 1985 in Fort Lauderdale, Broward, Florida. His wife, May B Linderman, is also in the photo above. She was born 28 May 1911 in Kentucky and passed in 1995 in Fort Lauderdale.
Father Stephen Daniel Melycher was born 4 February 1905 in Austria and died 20 January 1997 in Brooklyn, Anne Arundel, Maryland.
Joseph Romano Melycher born 16 August 1910 in Croton Falls, Putnam, New York and died 19 August 1993 in Danbury, Fairfield, Connecticut. His wife, Myrtle Beardsley, is also in the photo above. She was born 7 April 1915 in Newtown, Fairfield, Connecticut and passed 30 May 1992 in Danbury.
Anna Mary Melycher born 10 March 1912 in Croton Falls and died 14 August 1990 in Bridgeport, Fairfield, Connecticut.
Mary Melycher born 27 February 1914 in Croton Falls and died 16 September 2013.
Anthony Francis Melycher born 15 November 1915 in Bridgeport and died 8 September 1984 in Danbury.
William Francis Melycher born 21 September 1918 in Newtown and died 14 July 1997 in Newtown. My Uncle Willie, or William Francis Melycher Jr is the son of William Sr.
Rudolph Melycher born 17 March 1920 in Newtown and died 20 September 1920 in Newtown.
Michael Sr died 22 August 1947 in Bridgeport. Suzanna died 7 January 1959, also in Bridgeport.
Here is another picture of the same occasion.
Here are two photos that came into my possession just in the past month. One from an unknown person on FamilySearch, the one above, and the whole Jonas family photo below found by my Uncle William Melycher in Jackie’s possessions. I have written of the Joseph and Lillian Jonas family before.
I am somewhat unsure what to make of the photo above. It is a colorized version of another photo I do not have. I have this one which appears to be a blurrier version.
It is obviously the same photo as the strange reflections and shapes in the window behind Joseph are in the colorized photo above. But whether they have another photo or the computer has somehow tried to enhance the one above, I don’t know. I am somewhat skeptical of the colorized photo above. For example, the dimple in his chin for which he was well-known is missing but you can see it in the photo where they are holding the horse shoes. It obviously messed up his temples and hairline.
However, some of the characteristics the photo pulls out, like his lower eyelids, is not in the blurry photo but can be seen in some degree in his Brigham Young College photo.
The photo is familiar to me, it seems to be mostly accurate, but I don’t know how it was done. Fascinating. I wrote on Joseph before, but he was born 19 November 1893 in Ellensburg, Kittitas, Washington and was electrocuted 6 September 1932 in Ogden, Weber, Utah.
He married Lillian Coley 6 September 1916 in Logan, Cache, Utah in the Logan Temple. They had the 8 children, the last just before his untimely death in 1932.
I have mentioned earlier that I was given scores of Andra photos. I have been scanning them all, preserving them, and uploading them to FamilySearch before I divvy them out to family members. In those photos, I stumbled upon this one. I remember this day, 23 July 1988.
William Francis Melycher Jr and Jackie Jonas, my Aunt, were married at my Grandmother’s home in Paul, Idaho. First time I ever wore a tuxedo. I got into trouble for making the 2 liter containers of ginger ale blow up in the driveway. Of course, shaking and throwing them into the air to see which way they blow up when they finally explode. That was after the festivities…
It was a fun day for us as kids. But I think this is one of the best family photos I have for my own family as well as my Grandma’s family.
Dad just looks so huge. Everyone commented on how big Dad is/was. To me he was Dad and he was always that size.
Mom looks so thrilled. A look she regularly had throughout life.
Jackie is stunning.
Grandma is beautiful.
Andra and I have such blond hair, just like Jackie.
What a happy day it was and this photo reminds me of it.
My Grandma kept a beautiful home and yard. This photo gives a small glimpse of the pride she took in it.
Jackie Jonas Melycher interviewed for a television show
In 1998, my mother was involved in a crime. In 2020, a television show is doing an episode on that crime. I don’t know how many people were interviewed, where, or why. All I know is that on the 20th of June, my Aunt Jackie and I drove to Twin Falls to be interviewed as well. One of my Mom’s high school friends and a co-worker of mine was also interviewed that day. I have no clue how the show will turn out or when it will be aired. I guess time will tell. But I Snapped this picture as part of the interviews of my Aunt.
Colleen and her grandson, Paul Ross.
This year on 14 November 2019 marked the 20 year passing of my Grandmother, Colleen Andra Jonas.
I thought about that experience repeatedly on Thursday. She would have turned 91 earlier this year. She was falling apart then, so 91 probably would not have treated her well. She passed away from a botched back surgery that had taken place several days before. 14 November 1999 was a Sunday.
Her passing is important for me for several reasons. She was probably the person I most loved in my whole universe. In many ways she had helped raise me and I always felt a very keen affinity and close relationship with her. We knew each others thoughts, feelings, and how to connect. I attribute many of my characteristics, humor, ability to communicate and get along with others, and much more to her. She was a remarkable woman. She had her faults, we all do, but that innate goodness outshines everything to me. Her passing I can safely say completely rocked my world.
On the other side of the coin though, her passing marked my first spiritual experience inside of a Temple. I was serving as missionary in the England Manchester Mission (EMM). I was then serving in the Eccles Ward, living in Patricroft. Our preparation day was on Mondays. On 15 November 1999, I went with a family and our missionary district to the Preston England Temple. We did a number of baptisms that day. We intended to take at least one name through baptism, confirmation, initiatory, and endowment.
Somehow I found myself sitting alone outside initiatory. I have no clue where the other missionaries were, it must have been a shift change or the workers had to go to the veil. I sat on a padded bench outside initiatory, I suppose the other elders were sitting waiting in the initiatory booths.
Colleen Elliott tending to Paul Ross sitting on her kitchen counter
As I sat there, the smell of Hai Karate came to me. That was a distinct smell of my grandmother, she wore that. I knew she had surgery the previous week so I thought of her and prayed for her well-being. Knowing she had a pretty major surgery coming up, we visited on the telephone the week before. We talked about our love for each other. We spent several minutes discussing Elder Jeffrey R. Holland’s talk just the month before at General Conference, “An High Priest of Good Things to Come.” We were both very moved by that talk and felt it directly related to both of us in our circumstances, especially in light of my mother’s actions the year before. There was very much to look forward to and be positive about. We closed that phone call expressing our love, looking forward to reuniting, and knowing Christ as our “High Priest of Good Things to Come.”
It was then in my mind’s eye I was transported to her surgery in Sun Valley, Idaho. I saw the surgery, the actions of the surgeon, the extent of the invasive nature of the work. It was during this that I saw the mistake that occurred and that was left. Then I saw her coalescing in the hospital and the problem being created by the nicked bowel. I saw the nurses get her up on Sunday morning, I saw the dislodging of the clot that occurred, I saw and felt the panic in her and the nurses. I saw her slump to the floor in unconsciousness. I knew she had passed at that moment.
I then saw my Mom, my Uncle, my Sister, my Aunt, and Bud (her husband) and their finding out the news. My Mom didn’t know yet, but she would find out. I saw the sadness, desperation, and frustration that came with it.
It was then I came back to myself in Preston, England. I had just experienced the past week of my grandmother and immediate family in what seemed to me to be a couple of hours, but must have been less than 10 minutes in the Preston England Temple. I saw there in a sort of out-of-body experience looking at myself sitting there in the 1999 initiatory clothing sitting on a bench outside an initiatory booth.
Then at that moment, in my mind’s eye, my grandmother was there. I could smell her. She talked to me, I could hear and feel her talking into my ear as I watched myself sitting there on the bench. I couldn’t see her. She told me that she had passed away. She told me a number of other things I don’t feel to share here. I am telling you, I was standing there, out of my body, listening to her. She then went to leave, and the person of me standing there looking at me sitting there, started to cry. She told me not to. She hugged me. Then she departed.
Side profile with grandson Paul Ross, 1979.
Suddenly, I was back sitting on the bench. I could still smell her. I didn’t want it to leave. I looked up wondering what had happened. In typical mortal fashion, I just thought to myself I had fallen asleep and dreamed it. It was a dream to me. I was overwhelmed by the experience but I didn’t believe it.
I must have been pretty somber throughout the rest of the day. I didn’t really talk after the temple, at dinner that night, I was overwhelmed by the vision/dream.
Tuesday dawned and we went to work. The day went along but the experience would not leave me. We got home that night to 24 Lewis Street, Patricroft, England and were getting ready for the night. It was then a knock came to the door.
I opened the door and there stood President Philip Wightman. He said he was there to visit with me and I immediately knew why. That dream/vision I had experienced and did not believe was now true. I completely broke down sobbing. He came in and we visited, I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe. He just held and hugged me. Finally sitting facing each other on folding chairs I told him of my experience. Initially he said something like, “Knowing you and your history and that your Grandmother had passed, I came to visit you personally.” After I shared with him my insight, his comment was along the lines of, “Glad I could confirm what you already knew. I guess I didn’t need to come personally visit.” I was very glad he did. It was funny, a year later he indicated, “That was the night the lights came on in Elder Ross.” I guess I wasn’t wholly in the work just yet, or along for the ride. Not sure, I wasn’t a bad missionary, but the gospel became that much more real for me through this experience.
Colleen Jonas Portrait, 1991.
While writing this at this time, I can only think of two other experience I have had with my sweet grandmother since her passing. One was while I lived in Branson, Missouri and she came bearing an answer to a prayer. I was actually sleeping at that time and after her departure I awoke. In the middle of the night I then went to see if my good friend Terry McCombs, who was staying at the same home, was awake. Sure enough he was. I shared the experience, the one in the Preston England Temple, and some others I have had. He shared with me many of his own. We talked for hours in the middle of the night and the spirit burned in my heart. I love and miss Terry. The other experience actually happened during a Priesthood Blessing that was being given to me in Logan, Utah by Dustin McClellan. I recognized my grandmother’s presence come into the room. He then announced he was acting voice for her in which he blessed me as if he were her. Wow, if one wanted to hear a voice from the dead, that is the way to do it! Even though Dustin spoke, I heard her voice in my ears.
This week marked the 20 year anniversary of one of the most emotional weeks I have ever had in my life. Both on the emotional from a death, but on the spiritual of an everlasting burning of a memory on my soul. Even recounting it in writing tonight I felt myself reliving some of it.
It is experiences like this that come to mind when people tell me that nobody can know for sure that God exists, or that his Son did anything for us. It is moments like this when the spirit world is very real and I view people’s arguments against God as rationalization to make themselves feel better for not knowing. Those arguments are a whistling in the dark. For I have no doubt from the experiences recounted above and numerous others that the spirit world is not far away. These are experiences with my grandmother, but there are others.
14 Sep 1998, Paul Ross, Colleen Lloyd, Paul, Idaho
I know God lives, just as surely as my grandmother still lives spiritually. I am not aware of her being resurrected at this time, but it will come if it hasn’t already. Death is not the end, that is my personal experience. I don’t care for aging and death much, but neither are the end. We have a work to do and not much time to do it in.
Oh how I miss my grandmother. I haven’t had an experience with her directly since 2005, 6 years after her death, at least that I can recall now. How I look forward to seeing her again. It will be a blessed day. 20 years seems so long, yet so short in how vivid the love and tenderness is. Years have caused me to forget some of her mannerisms and characteristics, but the connection is as strong as it was ever at any point. It extends through time and space between us. But this anniversary shocked me at how long it has been, and yet how fresh it still seems.
Here is a picture of the last day I saw her physically. The day I met with the Stake President again and to finally go into the Missionary Training Center after many weeks of delay due to my mother’s actions.
The morning to go to the MTC with Milo Ross, Colleen Lloyd, and Jackie Melycher
Sagacity 