Lana and I got married on April the 4th 2014. We came out to Thanksgiving that first year. She talked me into doing a bunch of pictures of the people and of things in the house. Barbara did not know this, but Lana had an ulterior motive to this. We were able to put together book of Barbara’s life. It surprised me how many pictures I had taken just two weeks before because we returned for her birthday December 16. To give her that book. Putting that together was real fun. Unfortunately, Lana decided she was going to get hurt that day. So instead of having the birthday celebration as we should Lana fell down in the barn and got hauled off to the emergency room and had a broken wrist. Barbara was very warm and welcoming to me and I appreciate that. Lana is a patter too.

- Phyllis Dodge
       My favorite memory of Barbara Hardy was when we went to Moab with Nikki and Mark to try out Mark’s new jeep. It was great, Barbara was a little apprehensive but she held up well.

-Claudia Mantlo
	Favorite Memory- I enjoyed our trips from Grand Junction to Pleasant Grove. I learned a lot of stories from Barbara and my mom on these trips. Thank you for the memories.

Your mom was a grand lady. We have so many wonderful and fun stories. There is an old Relief Society Scrap-Book in Canyon View Ward Clerk’s Office. It has fun pictures of your mom with special moments with her friends. Her love and example will live on in the memories of her friends and others.

Back when Jim passed away, I was a counselor in a bishop, and he couldn't conduct the service. So he sent me out. So, I went to visit Barbara and family that had gathered around. And I told her it was going to be difficult for me to get through this because I loved the Hardy families too much that was too close to him. And I'm a big marshmallow anyway. Barbara and her Idaho cowgirl look, kinda got in her eyes. She looked at me and goes, “Harold. Buck up!” I said, “Ok, yes, ma'am.” That's the way she was, just go to work.

We used to visit Jim and Barbara when our oldest kids were little, and they treated our kids just like they were their grandparents. They would drive them around in the little lawn mower around and around.

When I was younger, I had all these siblings that were all talented and I thought I had no talents at all. When I first time I went to stay with Aunt Barbara that is where I first found where my talents lie. I found I could do a lot of crafts and art. That is what I do constantly, and I found out that is who I am, and I am grateful to her for that.

I am the grandson of Bud and Reine Robinson. I would go over and watch them play cards. One time I ask what is that guy wearing? It was a jumpsuit. I loved going over there when they were there because Aunt Barbara and was just like Grandma Reine, like two peas in a pod talked in the same way, they were pretty special. 
Paxton Robinson son of Randy, grandson of Reine. What comes back to me is her laugh.


Best thing I remember about my Aunt Barbara, and it has been mentioned here several times is her laugh. She would light up a room with her laugh her hugs. When I was these kids age she would just hug and squeeze and pat you. As I got older, I loved her hugs and them coming out and visit. I loved my Aunt Barb; it is hard because her and mom were so close, and they loved their little brother Basil. My mom used to tell me; we could talk Basil into anything. 

She was always a great cook and she kind of got me started in pottery. I took a pottery class and Lani was there. It was awesome and Lani helped me a lot. I just love Jim and Barbara even in the short time I have known them. They have always been real special to me. 

Trent Robinson- I remember Aunt Barbara giving the best hugs. I was down at Keith’s, and he was teaching me how to shoot the bow. I shot and it went through a bunch of weeds and a cat come running out with an arrow and I killed a cat. Evelyn said, “You’re the one!” He continued Barbara wasn’t too mad at me. Mom said when Barbara and Jim first got married, she thought she was going to pat him to death. 
Theresa Robinson- I remember going over to Trent’s mom and dad’s and they would be playing cards and they would laugh and laugh. I love to hear Barbara laugh they had so much fun playing cards. 

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	My love & Prayers, your mom was top of the list of good people. I loved her more than I have words for.

	July 6, 2022 Dear family, Lana, Keith, Lynda, Mark and Evelyn. I loved your mother. We were kindred spirts. When it came to having fun with children, education or just fun we had a great time together. We had a flare for the dramatic which ended up in puppet shows and great 5th ward activities. One of my very favorite callings was to the Activities Committee. With Barbara, me, Joyce Curtis, Betty Thornton, Betty Christian and others planning and making ect was so rewarding. We’d sit around Barbara’s or others kitchen tables and make center pieces ect and visit. We made good friendships! I send my sympathy to you all!
	Making a donation to the Missionary Fund online in Barbara’s name was impossible for us. So our Ward got the credit, but we it for Barbara, my sweet friend. – with love and sympathy.

When I think of Aunt Barbara, I think of sitting at her table and laughing. I think of her being a good cook and her puppet shows. I loved her puppet shows.

We never knew anyone who didn’t love your mother including us.

I want to tell you why I am singing this song. I was privileged and it was such a huge gift to come out a few weeks ago. I hadn't seen grandma in a handful of years. Last time I brought my boys who are all back home in California. I was lucky enough to get to have chats with her and catch up and reminisce and talk about all these awesome memories. She asked if I would sing to her, and I ended up singing to her a lot. That four days that I was here, she kept asking me to sing cowboy songs. She loved Dolly Parton. I love her too. 
When we were deciding what to sing for today my mom asked if I would sing the song I sang for grandpa's service, because that's what grandma chose. I called her and I said, Mom, Grandma didn't choose that song. I chose that song. She told me to choose something. I said, “Grandma wants a cowboy song.” Dolly wrote, I Will Always Love You. Whitney Houston wasn't the one who did it first. It was Dolly’s song and Grandma knew that. As I started to practice, I knew it was her message to her family. I am going to give Grandma one last cowboy song.  I found out she had passed what I was singing at the rodeo this weekend.  I just thought my grandma would love this, and she probably came to the rodeo with Grandpa. 

	Favorite Memory- I always loved spending a week with Grandma in the summers. We were making pottery in the shop. I finished this bowl and Maggie needed some water. I used my wet clay bowl and of course it broke.
I always wanted to be with Grandma. No matter what she was doing I wanted to be there. In the kitchen making ginger snaps, Grandma made lick the molasses off her finger ugh! So gross but loved the memory <3 


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	Groundedness helps with grief. We hope these plants will provide a bit of respite for your heavy hearts. 


My favorite thing about Aunt Barbara is she made little dough people for our family. At Christmas I would pull them out, mine was a little girl with pigtails and striped jammies and tummy sticking out. When we visited her, she had a bird that would chase me and scare me. She had dried fruit out, and I loved her spiral staircase; I feel like her home was filled with so many memories. Aunt Barbara was wonderful and when my kids were older, we were playing soccer tournament there and she said come on over. My kids said when we left, “she makes everything in the house, the doilies the art.” I am not crafty at all; she beautifies everything everywhere she went. I remember when I heard Jim passed way and my kids said, “Jumpsuit Jim?” She said yes. Jim Hardy and Jumpsuit Jim that is how my kids remember him also.


I am so grateful for the good example my grandma was. She was a good grandma. She was a great example to my parents being great parents. I am so grateful to be from such a great family


I learned a couple of things from Grandma, one, that table talk during head and foot is a sin, something you just can’t do.  May be forgivable if you brought enough cookies. She was a wonderful cook. Whenever you went you had fresh bread and if you did not get it that night you got it with soup the next day. She is just wonderful, and I just love to go to Grandma’s house. 

I want to share what happened at Grandpa’s funeral. I went out to were there kept the RV and the old corral. I went to go shoot the re-curve bow. As you know I am a terrible shot I am on the technology side of the family that did not get the country and the hunting. My dad decided he wanted the technology side.
I am not a good shot at all, and I shot through the truck side view mirror. Shot straight through it. I took it into Grandma and said I am sorry I did this. She said, “You will have to pay for that.” She did not mince words, she didn’t worry about it all, she said this is the right thing to do.  She said that all calm, cool, and collected. She gave me a good lesson at that time. 

...Those flowers represent the big beauty that she contributed to the world. Thank you, mom. Thank you.  If you saw the slideshow, and all the art that she contributed. Evelyn and I said, “Whoa, what's going to be in our slideshow.” Evelyn is crafty, and makes beautiful art things that was not my talent. I am a storyteller. I know I love beauty in my home because my mother did.   
Thank you, mom, for teaching me to be faithful in the Gospel and to love the temple. Mom served in the primary even before dad was active. As a Relief Society President after he was active, and they were sealed. I'm so thankful for her testimony and example when she and dad went with our family to the temple to be sealed for eternity. I was 15 when we went in the van in January. The first time she went into the temples, she's I said, “I stepped into the temple and tears of joy roll down my cheeks.” and she knew she was in the right place and felt God's love for her family. They both served in the temple. I visited them in Washington DC while they served there and in the Denver temple.  Many tender memories going to Vernal Temple also. 
They taught me how important the promises and blessings of the temple are and were to them and their family. Thank you, mom, for all these lessons that you taught me and the example that you set was priceless. It was the life you live that spoke volumes to me that imprinted your values into my values. Thank you for being such a blessing to my life.

...And to me that meant be obedient. Follow the rules do what I asked you to do and be good. I took it really seriously. I was a pretty serious child about that. She taught me that love and relationships are responsibility. That is kind of lost in this generation.  I want you to know that what you do makes a difference to everyone around you that your love is important to everyone. So be a good example. It keeps you out of trouble. 
Thank you, mom, for teaching me to look for work. She would come to me as the oldest in the family and she said, “Look forward, I don't have to tell you everything to do.” My mind was just trained to look for whatever she needed. That served me so well, in all the jobs I had, and all of as a child, it helped me.  I was able to accomplish a lot as a wife, a mother, worker, in my callings, and in every area of my life. My mom and dad were hard workers.  I had their examples. Her advice to you would be to look for work. 
Thank you, mom for teaching me to value books, and writing. My mother was a writer for the newspaper growing up, young, and through high school.  She always wrote and kept a journal, and she loved to write letters. She was an avid reader and collected books. I didn't think that had any impact on me. In fact, she even had this beautiful painting of this young girl, and she was looking at a book. Now my business I help people who want to write their biographies, and I write books. I like that. Yes, that made an impact on me. Not that you have to write books, but write your own book. Write Your Life. Read books, my mom and dad would read books by the fire each night. 
Thank you, mom for teaching me to create beauty. We wanted flowers that would depict my mother's beauty and love of flowers. She created beauty in everything, pottery, painting, dough art, and she loved flowers. These flowers were too big to be on the casket before we came in here and we had to wait to close everything...

...“I thought I was having a good day.” I've been to the emergency room and two ambulances and paramedics on the same day. There were some telltale signs. We were happy and honored to help, but wiped out but grateful. 
Also, I want to thank Judy Bryce and Pat Barrett who are dear friends of my mom and calling her almost every day and checking on her and sharing love with her, and to make sure she was okay. I want to thank the medical teams, and Hope West, they were so kind. Evelyn and I said that when you move into community, we're not going to find the best hospital or the college or the neighborhood. We're going right to the hospice centers. If they have a decent hospice center, then we're gonna stay. Hope West was like a five-star hotel. My mother, she would wince every time we moved her to change her position. But when those nurses came into bath and massage her it was like spa, a spa time and they were o sensitive to her, they really honored her. After she passed away, they cried with us, they rang these bowls, these copper bowls, and waited and just respectfully honored her, it was just beautiful. 
Now, because I knew that all my family would tell all these great stories, I just I felt really prompted to thank my mother. I told her in person some of these things, but not everything.  I am sure I would not be the person I am without my mom. The experience you had with her and the lesson she taught; you would say the same thing. 
I have five big things that impacted my life that I will never be able to thank her enough for this.  I'm going to share her counsel with me and hope that you'll take her as grandchildren and great grandchildren for you.
She was just so important to me, and I want to thank her for these five things. 
Thank you, mom, for teaching me to be an example. I heard my mother say that many times “Lana, as the oldest child, you need to set a good example.” ...

I knew that you were going to hear all the great stories before I ever spoke.  I already knew that. Before I start, I want to thank Linda for taking the brunt of the responsibility for many years. When she called mom was struggling and she called all the siblings to come and help, and we came.  Mom was so independent; we couldn't tell her that she couldn't mow the lawn anymore. It had to be the nurses and the therapists and everybody saying, “Mrs. Hardy, you can't do that right now.” She was so mad and disappointed. She even hit the keys to the lawn mower from the person we hired to mow her lawn. Also, Evelyn, Mark, Nikki, Keith, and Lani for being so supportive when she really needed us.
I want to thank Amanda, Jessica, and Sean for coming to help us. It was tough and she fired me. The nurse said, “oh, they always fire their family.”  I said, “You can't fire me, on your daughter.” We just helped anyway. I'd like to thank Carol and Harold for showing up one morning when I came out of the shower. I was dressed. I said, “Why didn't you call me I was just in the shower?” She said, “Well, you couldn't do anything. My heater would not go on.” She was always calling Harold and Carol and Linda to fix things. A few seconds later Linda drove into the driveway.  I thought here I am taking care of my mom. She should have fired me right then.  I had to wait till later had to really push her to the next level. 
I just want to thank them for being 911. We had a few of those too. One day, Linda and I had two sets of emergency vehicles and medics came to our house. The last time that evening, they I shook their heads, and said, “You might need to do something different. You have Do Not Resuscitate. I don't know what we can do.  We were just so worried. My mom was worried she was going to pass, we were worried. Then she would come out of her heart episode and look at the paramedics and say...

Barbara is my mother-in-law and everyone always had mother-in-law stories and I never did have and good bad mother-in-law story about her. She was an awesome Mother-in-law, and a great grandmother to our children. I learned so much from her, love her and she will be greatly missed. I have to say that Jim’s jumpsuits are living on because we made them into memory quilts. 

I was a crafter and would go to the craft fairs and go shopping with mom and that was my favorite memories. As children, we were lucky to have parents who trusted us enough we were kind of raised as free-range children, some of us more than others. She always had a home cooked meal waiting for us when we got home to encourage us to come home on time. She made many of our party and prom dresses and our wedding dresses. She was always sewing for us girls and even the boys when they were younger. We are so lucky to have a wonderful childhood. A lot of people can't say that, but we can honestly say we had a wonderful childhood and we're so lucky to have parents like mom and dad. 

This is a very simple poem, but I thought it was very apropos. 
Your mom is your mom, and nobody can replace her.                                                                                                       Nobody can do half the things she does or has done for you. Nobody can compare to her.                                          Only God can love you more than she does.                                                                                                                              She's only one person but she's the person that matters the most.                                                                                                   No matter where she is in heaven or here on earth there's nothing like a mother's love.
I'm very grateful for all she gave to us.  I had the rare opportunity in the last few years to not only be her daughter but to know her as a friend and she was a great friend.


She was so proud, one of the things that was her favorite things to talk about was working with the horses in the field. This great big Morgan, which is bigger than a normal horse named Pearl. Pearl would only make right hand turns, which made it very difficult to plow fields or to rank the fields. They always gave grandma old Pearl. Pearl was white with little speckles. She was so patient with her, and she knew how to work with her. Pearl didn’t like to go through the gates and her mother, grandma Fairchild says, “How did you get her go to go through those gates?” Grandmas said, “You just have to get off and lead her through it and she's just fine.”
One of the things that mom was so concerned about is when she got married to grandpa, was that who was going to help with all these chores and take care of her little brother. One time when she went to school her little brother got lost, and she knew her mother just wasn't watching. She was very much a part of that whole dynamic of hard-working women. She did it all the way up until the end. 
She was so good to our family. She loved her grandkids, and just gloated anytime I would bring the boys over she just reveled in it, and even as they got older. She loves the boys. She loves all kids if you haven't figured that out yet. 


What I remember about mom is her sense of humor. She had a great sense of humor, a little warped at time. One of the favorite things she liked to do was harass the teaches at the elementary school.  April Fool’s Day would come, and she would make her cupcakes and they would look beautiful, and everyone knows she is a great baker, and she would stuff them full of cotton balls. She would have five kids take them to school every year. We are not talking just once, but every year. I think some of the teachers were starting to catch on. She just had a great sense of humor. She loved people.
She also went to girls camp all the time, of course with her little warped sense of humor, she thought she wanted to show everybody her hardship. So, she drew hair on her legs as she displayed them proudly so that people knew how hard the camp was. 
One of my favorite things about her is that she loved her children. She loved her children fiercely. If anybody messed with her kids, watch out. One day we were living in Oklahoma City and some little kids thought that I stole their toy, which I didn't, but they beat me up.  I came running and home to my mom and she found out and she became a wet hen.  She put me in the bathtub and took after these kids and found their mother and chewed them out. “Don't you let your kids can beat my child up. You should take better care of your kids.”  She was really a good advocate to have on your side. 
During her younger years, she and her parents, older sister, and younger brother, were a team. They ran this ranch, and in a ranch, it takes everybody to participate. Early in the mornings, Grandma would have to get up and before school, she'd have to milk cows. She told us she had 10 cows to milk before she went to school. She admitted, “I don't remember taking a bath before I went to school, I probably kind of stunk.” 

Well that worked really well for a few weeks. Then one time I think the wagon lost a wheel and it jumped a little bit and the rope/lasso, slapped the horse and the horse took out running with this wagon jumping behind it. 
Do you know where mom and dad live on the edge 23 ½ Road, there's a hospital now to the front of it on G Road. Of course, the horse and that wagon, ran all the way up and hit G Road, hit 24 Road, right down the road over the overpass, all the way to the Appleton store where it was caught with only a lasso hanging, and most of the handle of the wagon. If you don't think I got in trouble for that. We had fun on the farm, we really did. 
In my closing remarks, let me just share those thoughts for the children and grandchildren. My mother was very active in the church, even though my father didn’t come to church a lot until I was about 14 or 15. When I was 16 years old, in 1972, my dad decided it was time to get become active in the church. And my mom and my dad, and my brother, and my three sisters and I were all sealed together in the man's eye temple. Now children, I want you to think about that experience at the 16 year old boy, all dressed in white walking into the sealing room of the temple, kneeling down with my parents putting my hand on the altar, and there saying the few words needed to be said to be sealed to my parents for time and all eternity. Cherished moment that I'll never forget.  The challenge for you children is to do the same thing. To live a life like your grandmother did, to be good, kind, and obedient so you too, can be sealed to this family for all time and eternity, so you can join Grandpa and Grandma Hardy in heaven for eternity. I'm sure there will be cats there. I'm sure there'll be horses there. If there's not dogs, I'm not going.  I want you to know that she loved each of you and we love you.  I share these thoughts humbly in the name of the Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

While as we were walking back through the house, there was this beautiful road apples that were just right size, about the size of a small baseball. I couldn't resist and making sure my sister knew that I loved her. I picked up one of those green road apples and I threw it as hard as I could throw it, and I hit her right in the back. She took off running. And where did she run? Right under the clothesline where mom had all her new clean white sheets. Well, it didn't deter me, I want you to know that. I continued to throw road apples and Linda continued to dodge. Then Linda decided she would throw road apples back. It became quite an activity, and yes, the sheets took their toll in green horse manure.  I want you to know that long wooden spoon went to work after that. We were in trouble, we truly were. 
I appreciated my mom. I will tell you one more quick story. She loved these horses, but she loved all animals. When we were growing up, I showed 4H steers, I showed rabbits, we had chickens, we had all these animals. Well, I had to feed them and take care of them. We had to pay for the feed that was part of our responsibility. You had to earn money and pay for the feed and then show it and then your cows you would sell it and hope you made enough money back to pay off your debt at the bank or with dad, whoever was the banker. 
These rabbits, I found out that we had a lot of clover that grew along the ditch banks. Okay. If I would take my wagon out there and cut down the clover and feed, it to the rabbits it saved me a lot of money. Well, being the ingenious young man that I was, I thought you know why walk that quarter of mile west of the house to pick Clover when I can just take a horse.  I got old Queeny and threw a halter on her and a lariat. I tied the Lariat rope around her neck and tied it to my wagon and off we went. You know, we'd go out there and I'd pick the clover and we'd come back, and I'd have lots to feed the rabbits. 

One time we ended up outside running around the house and she said, “I can't imagine what the neighbors are thinking right now. Me beating my children in the garden.”  Not that I wasn’t deserving, but we were disciplined. 
I wanted to tell you a couple experiences. We like to ride horses. My mom loved animals. We had horses, goats, and cows. I hated the cows because mom would milk in the morning, but I had to milk in the evening. Whenever I got home, I'm from school, and I played a lot of sports in high school, and it didn't matter what time I got home, or how the dark or cold it was, I had to get out that one legged milking stool, and milk two cows.  When those cows’ tails are frozen, and kind of dirty and they slap you in the face and you're trying to milk, I just hated those cows. I'll never own a cow. I’ve done my share.
Mom loved them and she loved her horses too. When we moved out on the farm, my uncle who lived in Idaho, gave us an old brown and black mare. This mare was called Queenie and she lived to be almost 30 years old.  Queeny was caught as a wild horse in Idaho. They broke and tamed her.  She's a big tall horse. Mom won the Cassia County Rodeo Queen on this horse. She rode it the time.  Remember how beautiful she was, she was gorgeous. She was a hottie. She won many contests and was a real cowgirl. She rode in the horse races.  They were five-mile races and mom was one of the jockeys because she was light and athletic so she would ride the horses in this five-mile race. It became a big thing in Oakley, Idaho.  
When we moved out on the farm, this five-acre patch if alkali, where we grew up, we had kinds of animals and this horse was given to us. One time Linda and I were out riding, and horses do their thing and leave droppings down the driveway.  We went all the way into the horse barn and turned the horse lose. 

That song was beautiful. If mom was here, she'd probably say that all of her grandchildren are just beautiful, Jessica is a good example. She'd say the reason why of course was they got all their good looks from my dad, because she still had hers. 
Want to thank everybody for being here and supporting my mom, and our family. We appreciate that. Visiting with Bishop Harold Davis we talked a little bit about how my mom was relief society president in this ward, in 5th Ward before that, she served three times as the Relief Society President and of course, as a counselor. I remember her serving as a primary president a couple times. Back then we had a big blue and white Volkswagen bus that's what the primary was on Tuesday nights. We had that bus until Lana wrecked it. That is a whole other story. She would take this bus on Tuesday, after school and we'd go pick up all the kids in the neighborhood and drive all the way up to the building on Orchard Avenue. That's if she'd find some of us free range children. Some of us we're not always in attendance to catch the bus. But we certainly appreciate my mom and her example. 
If you know my mom, she's truly a saint. She had a patience, just loved, and served everyone, and was kind. But I think it was really me that taught her patience.  I thought I should share some of those experiences with you. I was kind of one of these energetic children, you might say today, mischievous. We had some fun.  My mom had a tool that she disciplines with, it was a large wooden spoon that she kept in the kitchen. When you did something that wasn't right, you had to be disciplined.  That meant coming into grandma and grabbing your ankles and taking a couple swats. As I got older, I figured out if you just dodged a little bit, it wasn't quite as painful. I would dodge and she would dodge, and I would run she would run then we'd start laughing.  

She found another piece of burdock and made her doll. We got through and she come over to me and I had male parts on my doll. She come over and ripped those off and through them away. She says, “Dummy don’t you know theirs is only girl dolls.” I have looked all my life for a boy doll. What the hell, she is probably right, again.
When we got older, I always tried to take her down I like to wrestle. I was a pretty strong little boy. I would try and try, but pretty she quick she would pin my hands like that and she would flip my nose. It made me so mad. She would say, “Better luck next time, little brother.” 
When she got into high school that was a different story, she must have found somebody else to wrestle with. I do remember when the church pulled up here and went to Oakley and they had a Halloween thing. I guess what happened is she couldn’t get a date, nobody asked her. She went as a man with bib overalls, and she dressed me as a girl. I was her date. I guarantee you I wasn’t too happy with that. But, tell you what, I was the best lookin girl there. She always did a great job.
 
     She must have loved her life here. She run for queen, somewhere in there she met Jim who was a cowboy. She is a great mother and grandmother. I can talk and call her, and whether she knows it or not she gives me an answer. Always gives me an answer a joy and a smile. 

     I bet when she goes into heaven and the family. She had a nice smile on her face when she passed away. She probably met everybody then her smile turned into a little crooked smile, and she thought what can I do to liven this place up? I want to have a little fun.

My Sister My Savior 
She saved my life many times she claimed. She didn’t want to go to school when we lived in the house on the corner. She found out I got out on the road, and she wasn’t going to school any more, she was in the first grade. She said, “you can’t take care of him”
To think of that old house, stockade vertical slats. They must have put it in there when the timber was green and there were wide cracks. We had two light bulbs in the whole house. We had a light bulb where you screw in. That is where I out my finger in it. There were not plug ins at that time. 


We were quite an enterprising young family if we could make a buck we did. They had bounties on magpies, so I crawled up to the nests and got a head off a magpie and get a dime. They had a rumor if you got magpie eggs you would get the same amount. So, my sisters said, lets get those eggs.  I got up there and I didn’t know how to get them down without them being broken. They said put them in your mouth. You can imagine what condition; I didn’t die that time. Then we found out it was just a rumor and we could not sell them. 
When we were young, I am not sure if it was just to keep us busy, but we hearded cows, we would take them to the corner and watch them there all day. We had an old horse named Hindi. I think he was named after a town in Germany because that is where my dad went on his mission. The only way we could get on that horse was take him to a nice green patch of grass. When he put his head down, we would jump on his neck and climb on the horse. We got on perty good that way. 
I wanted to bring this up to Barbara and I never did think about it until she passed away and now, I can’t get it out of my mind. You know what burdock is? It has kinds of sticking things on them. They get in a horses tail or in your socks.  She is quite creative, and she said, “Let’s make some dolls out of burdock.” I found a great big piece of burdock and proceeded to make my doll. 

She would make up excuses why she these scratches. The cat situation continued to grow and grow. We often have conversations with mom.  Mom, why don’t we catch these cats and get them fixed or nice new homes. She loved the baby kitten’s way too much.  Her solution was to buy more cat food. She would go out every morning and call for those cats, and they would just kind of running even from the neighbors.  She would get a dozen or more at times, but she loved them. She was just like the pied piper of Hamlin for cats. They would come running and she loved them love to tell stories and loved the baby kittens. 
Later in life she would tell us, you have to make your own fun in life and make yourself happy. My mom did just that. She found a tremendous amount of joy surrounding herself with great family and friends. By serving others she's found a special place in all our hearts. We will always have fond memories of her. Thank you, mom, for the love and the memories.

They had discussions and figured out that she was a good witch. She liked to scare the treaters little treaters at the door and then hand them the candy. She loved children even as a good witch.
Probably the favorite events at our house growing up as kids was Easter and Thanksgiving. She would hide hundreds of plastic Easter eggs. She would release the kids by age so youngest would go first and have that advantage of going first. The prize to get the big silver eggs because those had hard cash. They would gather up the bounty and dump them on that lime green carpet in my mother's house and sort out the candy and count up their cash.
The other holiday was Thanksgiving that brought us together as a family. Dad would be relegated to the outside on the lawn cooking the turkey in the Dutch oven.  My mom and sisters in the kitchen visiting. Mom baked pies in the previous few days and have desserts and fruit and plenty of food served buffet style in the rec room off to the side. Once again lined us by age, youngest kids first. Fond memories. Mom, she loved her family, her kids, and grandkids.
One fond memory from Thanksgiving was as you know my mom's a potter and she made 1000s of bowls. Most of the went to the Catholic outreach. One year she made extra at Thanksgiving.  All the kids got to pick out my favorite bowl, it was awesome as her keepsakes. 
My mom Sandra animals. We always had a menagerie growing up of horses, pigs, dogs, cats, goats, lambs, and you name it we had it. A few years for my dad passed away we were surprised that a stray gray cat had found its way into our home. Because we never had indoor animals at all growing up. All the dogs and cats are relegated to the outdoors.  But somehow this gray cat named in Smokey made its way into our house and my mom's heart.  She just loved that cat. He was kind of an onery cuss. 

My mom’s life truly was a life filled with love, happiness, smiles, laughter with service in the church and to her family. My mother never strayed too far from her roots growing up in southern Idaho in the Basin. She worked on the farm and was proud of it. She loved telling stories about working in racing horses and tormenting her younger brother. She was always a quick wit and a practical joker. When you saw her wide smile and glint in her eye, you better watch out because she was going to get you.  You just had to be ready for anything. I have fond memories of sitting around on Saturday mornings, with my mom. We thought we were so smart and tell stories and make riddles and rhymes. We were just laughing together all morning thinking that we're so clever and just enjoy that time with my mom. 
She loved art her whole life. She would make dough art and she would take them to craft fairs and sell them. She would use that money to help finance Christmas and bought works of art to decorate your home. As a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, she was just the best.
You would come home, and the house smelled of fresh baked bread she would fry up some scones. The house smelled like butter, jam, and honey and just kind of spectacular treat. 
Mom love to make people happy. For years she would dress up as Mrs. Claus, and my dad was Santa and they would deliver presents throughout the valley, some to friends and family.  Some would leave sacks of stuff outside that grandpa was supposed to pick up and deliver. More than on one occasion I was fortunate to be the little elf, that drove the sleigh, disguised as an own truck. 
My mom also loved to dress up for Halloween, and to come to our house and put on full regalia, black hat, black robe, and big prosthetic green nose with warts and all.  She wanted to get there before the kids got home from school so she could scare them a little bit. They would say, “Who is this in our house?"....

Amanda’s Memory: 
When I was little visiting the Hardy farm, I used to wake up very early before everyone else and go and play with the animals outside. I would check on the chickens to see if they had eggs yet (which they wouldn’t so I’d come back later) and call the horses over to the covered corral so that I could pet them and feed them handfuls of hay. 
But one morning when I was about four I decided to investigate the life of a chicken, so I followed the rooster around the gravel driveway. Four year old me was strutting my finest chicken walk, hands tucked under my arms, doing my very best rooster bawk. He must have taken great offense to my imitation as he whipped around, gave a rooster was cry, and started chasing me. He clawed my bare legs with his talons and held on firmly to my back. I turned tale and ran, shrieking my little lungs out calling for help. The rooster gave chase. I could do nothing but run in circles around the gravel drive way as I realized it was out matched by my foe. Across the yard I heard my salvation, Grandma calling to me, telling me to run towards her.
I ran as fast as my little feet could take me and dove under Grandma’s legs and into the arms of my mother.  Grandma threw her arms out and chased away my assailant, then the two women took me inside and laid me on the velvet couch. After my tears were whipped away and my legs thoroughly treated with Melaleuca, I fell asleep. An hour later, my brother Ryan woke me up, excited to tell me that Grandpa had cut the roosters head off and that it had run away into the brush, but that he was able to find it. Grandma cooked the rooster that night and made a delicious and comforting chicken soup. Grandma and I had gotten our revenge, and it was delicious. 

I remember being dropped off at grandma’s early in the morning when mom had to go to work. She would read The Growly old Bear or Ferdinand the bull.  She would invite me over to her chair and read to me and scratch my back. I would always eat all the candy out of her candy box. We miss you grandma, I love you



I remember grandma told me that I could play in her dollhouse if I was very careful. I remember that there were tiny books and I loved how she set it up and I would always put it back just like it was after I was done playing with it. I remember I would put the cats mouse in the little knot hole under the  counter where the candy box was. She would always give me a balloon every single time that I came and she would ask which  color wanted.  I would either pick blue, pink, red, or purple. I remember she showed me
her paper dolls they were so pretty and she said that she cut them out of magazines. It was so cool looking at all of the details and how old the newspaper looked. I remember we had a white elephant and grandma brought some potpourri and everybody literally stole it and really wanted it.  I remember the pecan pie that we would always have at Thanksgiving. And  remember that almost every single time  we had dinner or dessert we had an ice cream cone. 

Erin Hardy just polished grandma’s toenails. 

Great Grandma Hardy (or Whoa Nana as Liam called her) was a light to everyone around her. Her positivity and happy attitude was contagious. She was gentle, sweet, and loving. I always think about all of those huge family Thanksgiving dinners that would last all day. I don’t know how she still had energy for all of that! I loved her white elephant where no one else brought anything, rather she would slowly get rid of all the extra things in her house ☺️  I will miss you so much! You have been a great bonus grandma for me. Love you! This picture is a spring break road trip with the two boys (Parker and Liam) in March 2022. We were just missing Sean on this trip. 

Christmas 2009 at my new home in Grand Junction.  Just missing Amanda, she got married that year.  It was also Dad’s last Christmas. We love you mom and dad. ❤️

Ryan and Sean Cowgill towering over grandma, she love’s it. Fall 2011. 

11/25/16.  A 4 generation picture with Barbara, Evelyn, Sean, and Liam. 

Mom loved her horse races. We would have to get out our hats and make virgin mint juleps to celebrate the race. It was an all day event. 5/6/17. 🐎

Another good picture of mom💕 love you mom❤️

7/28/17.  A 4 generation with Barbara, Evelyn, Sean, and Liam.❤️

A 4 generation picture with Barbara, Evelyn, Amanda, and Tehya. 7/28/17.❤️

Mom loved her babies and always wanted to cuddle them in her chair. This is Liam Cowgill.  8/3/17.

Mark and mom at Brandon’s wedding reception, 9/7/17. 

Keith and mom at Brandon’s wedding reception 

This picture was taken at Brandon’s wedding reception. 9/7/17, with one of Tyler’s twins.  We thought she looked so pretty in this picture that it was used on the funeral flyer. 

This is a 4 generation with Barbara, Evelyn, Sean, and Liam. Taken 11/22/18. 

This was a year before she past, waving goodbye as I left for CA. It was hard, always wondering if it was the last time so I liked to take a picture . 💕

She called all the children to come home and I snapped a few pictures. Just a mama and her babies! Final family photo. 

Oh Grandma. It's near impossible to put you or what you mean to me in words. For the rest of my life, I will cherish the last beautiful days I spent with you and the lifetime of magical memories we shared. I already miss your laugh, smile, witty remarks, home cooked meals, homemade candy, Thanksgivings, family gatherings, riding horses, white elephant gift exchanges, being your visiting teaching companion, talking about Dolly, cowboy music, your stories, your practical jokes on grandpa (spider in ghost soup on Halloween), the way you said my name, your hugs, your home: chartreuse carpet, the way it smelled in the mud room, pottery,  Christmas dough ornaments, melaleuca, the swirly staircase, doll house, Mabel, the big bear pillow, you sewing a beautiful gown for my prom, and the way I felt loved by you. With as many grandchildren as you had (59ish was the last count?) I still felt special! I wasn't the first favorite or the last favorite grandchild, but I knew I was truly loved. You said I was a "strong woman!" I could tell you were proud of me. I told you that my strength came from you--it's in the blood! Thank you for showing up for me. Thank you for providing a home when we were between moves and for being the one place we could always count on - the rock, the gathering place, the anchor and matriarch of our family. You and grandpa came to all my plays, and to watch my sing all over--you even drove to Illinois to see me perform as a missionary. My life has been so blessed by you and grandpa. I want you to know how much you mean to me. Every time I snuggle our newest "babies" kittens born in the field at your farmhouse, I think of you. When I see butterflies and dragonflies, I think of you. When I hear the song "I Will Always Love You," I think of you. Rest In Peace, Grandma. I know Grandpa, your parents, Boyd, family and your friends must have had one incredible celebration welcoming you home.  I will always love and cherish you, Grandma.

Love, Jessica Spaid 

To my loving grandmother, thank you for being the most loving and kind grandma someone could ask for. I will always remember the food and treats you made, catching crawdads in the ditch, playing with kittens, riding horses and driving the lawn mower. You will be missed, but we will never forget the love you had for your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Love always, Craig, Rachel, Zachary and Logan.

She would always blow up balloons for us to play with.

She was always laughing… no matter what was going on she was always smiling and laughing. The way we should all approach life. 

OBITUARY

Barbara Fairchild Hardy

December 16, 1934 – July 2, 2022

Callahan-Edfast Mortuary & Crematory

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