This week I got the sad news that my great uncle Clarence Ramsay had die. I did not know my uncle Clarence very well, other than he was my grandmothers only brother, a twin, a farmer, and when I went on my mission in 1988, he sold a calf to help pay for it. But I hardly saw him except at family reunions and funerals. I did get to meet with him, this past August, when he was down in Arizona. He wanted to come down and visit here one last time. We had a family gathering at Mattta's, and meet with cousins I have not seen in years or even ever. I got to talk to Uncle Clarence for just a brief moment, but I was surprised that at 90 year young, he remembered coming down for my farewell. With his death, this is the end of a generation. All of my grandmothers siblings are now gone. I still have a lot of my grandmothers journals and pictures, berried deep in storage. Looking back on those pictures before, they are memories of my grandmothers and my moms generation, and many