Gramma Delma's still growing Memorial is now available on Youtube. MORE TO COME!

This post includes the three brief Youtube productions in tribute to my sweet Mom who passed away in Worland Wyoming last month.  Gramma Delma and Grampa Milo couldn't have been better poster children for this blog.

These first two segments feature video that I shot of the two of them  in 1992 on a visit home.  It was the year before we gathered as a family for a reunion celebration of their 50th Anniversary.



Delma Isabella Hunt Howe passed away in Worland Wyoming on April 18, 2010 at the age of 87. This edition of her Memorial Service is the first of several segments produced primarily from a recording of her Funeral on April 20,2010. Members and friends of the Milo S. Howe Family Organization cooperated in the presentation. Milo and Delma's oldest son, Jon Robert Howe of Salt Lake City, Utah produced this series for the now and again MSHFO video



On January 3, 1941 Delma Hunt wrote a love letter interwoven with faith and hope in the inside front cover of her fiance's scriptures. Milo Howe carried his mother's gift of a bible and Delma's Triple Combination with the letter inside during his service as a Locomotive Engineer/Tech Sergeant in the United States Army in World War II. Fifty one years later, in their Cheyenne, Wyoming kitchen, the couple remembered that time and how they felt as she read the letter aloud. They both wept happy tears.



Our only sister/daughter Carolyn Howe Sansoucie was the first to leave us in 1996. Seven years later in 2003 Grampa Milo passed and seven years later in 2010 Gramma Delma's "graduation" brought us together -- now only four brothers, wives and families remain on the earth.

This segment shows the gradual "Aging of the Brethren"  over the last 32 years, from our college days in 1978 to 2010. These family reunions are rare with all of us scattered across the West and New Hampshire, where Dick and Carolyn's descendants are.

In the years to come, there will be other gatherings and what will be so much more than a  "wrinkle and liverspot festival". We will bid goodbye to one another with a rare Howe family love, known only to us,  then to gather as the Milo S. Howe Family Organization (MSHFO) in another dimension one by one with,  "No Empty Chairs."

Bookmark this blog post.  More to come!

Delma Tribute 1 is on Youtube May 7, 2010

Hi, Cousins!  This is your videogenic shirt tale relative and friend, Wizardhowe writing to you just after I posted Gramma Delma's first segment of the Worland Memorial Service held on April 20, 2010 on Youtube.com.  This is the first of  a number of segments of the tribute in the latest edition of COUSINS MAGAZINE. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws1JlGTPcqs  

Like it says at the end of this 1:13 introduction, there's MORE TO COME.    Youtube can only handle about 10 mintues per segment, so for the 90 minutes of funeral and additonal material like this introduction and a wonderful moment between Milo and Delma sharing her letter to him at the beginning of his Army Service in WWII, we may have 10-12 10 minute segments yet to be produced.  (I visited Mom and Dad in Cheyenne in 1992,  the year before we all gathered for their 50th Anniversary.   I've sent the link to as many MSHFO Members and Friends for whom I have email addresses.  

VIRAL MARKETING:  If you'd like to spread the word and pass it along,  please copy and paste this URL:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws1JlGTPcqs into an email and help share these segments about the life of this wonderful woman.  ( As a labor saving idea, if you want to send me the email addresses that you think I may not have, I'll add them to my gmail Family Group.)   Thanks in advance--and, as always, much love!   Jon Howe (wizardhowe@gmail.com)

PS As I write this, I'm flashing back to what she used to tell us about her cakes, cookies and pies.  This video is special because it has her love in it!  JRH

Milo and Larry's Basement Barbershop

OK, so we whined more than a little bit.  We liked our hair a little shaggy.  This was before the Beatles and the Vietnam War protestors made HAIR so notorious they named a broadway musical after it.

Milo and Larry's Basement Barbershop was a monthly event at our house!  Dad's great friend from the Army, Larry Parker would bring his two boys, Daryl and Lyle over from Flint Street and we'd all line up for a trim!  By then we were involved with cub scouting--Dad was cubmaster, an assignment he loved for nearly 30 years.  Larry and Hazel were Den Dad and Den Mother and were the Guide Patrol Leaders (for 11 year old Scouts).

Dad had bought a little hand operated set of clippers in a little pine box where he kept his good conduct medal and a little plastic bottle of oil.  On the troop ship coming home, from WWII, Tech Sgt. Milo made enough money in tips from his fellow soldiers that he had enough saved for a downpayment on a  little one bedroom house in Roach Addition with a big knotty pine kitchen.  (Only in later years did I chuckle at who in the world would name it the  "Roach" addition, but that was the developer's real last name, honest!}

The homemade hair cuts project was a way to keep in touch with the Parkers and save barber money on four heads of Howe youngsters.  (I don't think Dad ever touched Carolyn's hair--but I wasn't sensitive to that beauty parlor ritual back in the day!)

The ritual was pretty standard.  Dad mounted a red and chrome kitchen stool on the well built wooden trunk with the galvanize metal top he'd built in 4H.  He had a cloth barber's cape he wrapped around each of us and fastened with a safety pin and the trimming began.  By the time I was old enough to pay attention, Dad had purchased a set of nifty electric clippers.   They made a loud buzzing noise as he chopped off sideburns with a little off the top.  It wasn't quite "Put a bowl on my head and lop off whatever showed under it"  But it was always too short--and we didn't express appreciation like we should.   

Dad and Larry took turns, trimming their own children, though I got the feeling that Dad had more experience than Brother Parker.  Besides, he was balding and a Phd candidate at the University of Wyoming in Wool science.  When he went abroad with his family for a doctorate at the University of Edinburough in Scotland and post doctoral work in Afganistan and Africa, I have no idea who cut his hair.

If I'd been smart, I would have learned that skill for my own son, but I couldn't get out  of Milo and Larry's Basement Barbershop fast enough.  Rosie cuts my hair nowadays and saves us $20 every time.  I cut my own beard and mustache, thanks!

The little kids thought it was really something to be "awarded" Dad's good conduct medal for sitting still during the haircut..  By the time I was drafted and earned a good conduct medal of my own, I was surprised to learn that a good conduct medal was awarded rather routinely to soldiers who had passed basic training.  Still, it was special in our house.  The first time I got a short short short cut to go through basic training looking like an escaped convict, I remembered the homegrown haircuts we got from a caring father.  At least he left a little bit to part with a comb!  JRH

MSHFO's Traveling Plaque

Growing up, certain things take on a meaning all their own.   Several years ago Mom and Dad sent us a letter asking which of the family "heirlooms" we would like to have.  I chose a grey trunk--a wood working project that Dad had built as a boy for Four-H.  It had a galvanized metal top.  During all the years that Dad corralled us and cut our hair, he arranged a kitchen stool on top of that trunk so our shaggy little heads would be just the right height.  A few weeks later, Dad delivered his trunk in the commodious trunk of his 1957 turquoise Cadillac.  As big as it was. there was room to spare!

The folks had to clean out their bank accounts when Dad entered a rest home--and we got an unexpected check--the first installment on our inheritance.

Then came Gramma Delma's memorial service.

(The back story) Back in 1982 I got to know the graphics instructor at a high school near our apartment in Beltsville, Maryland outside Washington, D.C.  In the evenings for several weeks I built the oval shaped plaque for the Milo S. Howe Family Organization at the right.   I kept one copy and bought a lovely mohogany and gold trim frame for the only other copy.  I put a few pictures of our family on the back and gave it to Mom and Dad.  They hung it in the bedrooms as they moved from Laramie to Cheyenne to Worland.  I smiled everytime I went to visit and peeked into their bedroom.

Tom and Trudy cleaned out the basement in the folks' Cheyenne home and sent us regular subscriptions of BOX-O-JUNK.  Most of the stuff we gave to Deseret Industries.  We kept a few things, but our basement will need the services of a Tom and Trudy one day and we hesitated to add to it!

Fast forward to Mom's memorial service in Worland on April 20, 2010.  At the Barbeque at Roger's House the night before we gathered, Tom continued his service as the distributor of the family "heirlooms"  He walked over to me smiling with what has become the MSHFO's Traveling Plaque you see here.

It was an unexpected joy!  I really couldn't have been more pleased!  Donald had been in the market for a laptop computer and Tom gave him Mom's.  He was so unexpectantly pleased.  I'm not sure what Roger and Tom "inherited".  All I know is that most of Mom and Dad's things were sold in a giant garage sale that Sarah (Roger and Sue's oldest)  and her husband Jeff, organized around the time their little Worland house was sold.

So now, I've got the MSHFO picture organization chart.  It's incomplete by nearly twenty years--and needs some updating.   Rosie has asked me to produce one like this one of her family.  A friend of Roger's asked for a picture of it so he could make one for his family.  If two requests make a trend --then maybe!

In the meantime, it's a handsome reminder of the once and future team of MSHFO.  Three deaths and four of us left.  In some ways the four brothers are the last men standing of a well nurtured regiment, living our lives and watching the days pass.

Carolyn passed in 1997.  Inoperable Lung Cancer.  Seven years later in 2003  Milo left us because of Alzheimers and Dimentia.  Seven years after that Mother departed mortality after a little stomach ache and a change of medication.  In some ways I feel like I have about 7 years left.  Stay tuned!  JRH.

Replacing the MSHFO HUB with Blogging Technology!

 Gramma Delma was the HUB of our family.  Every birth, death, anniversary, broken leg and significant activity came through her to everybody in the family.  Delma up and left us on April 18, 2010 and things just haven't been the same!  Her exit left a hole in our Milo S. Howe Family Organization.

This blog is designed to fill that hole and, with the cooperation of everybody else in the family, put our latest news into a format that everybody can enjoy!