Heartstrings: Special Guest Post by Ashley Webb

“Oliver R. Chase invented a machine in 1847 to cut lozenges from wafer candy, similar to Necco Wafers, and started a candy factory.  Daniel Chase, Oliver’s brother, began printing sayings on the candy in 1866. He designed a machine that was able to press on the candy similar to a stamp. The candy was often used for weddings since the candies had witty saying such as: “Married in pink, he will take a drink”, “Married in White, you have chosen right”, and “Married in Satin, Love will not be lasting”.[3]

The heart-shaped conversation candies to be called Sweethearts got their start in 1902. Other styles were formerly produced such as lozenges, postcards, horseshoes, watches, and baseballs.”

Grandma Webb passed away February 5, 2011.  One of her favorite songs was “Over the Rainbow”, and her favorite candy was Necco Sweethearts Conversation Hearts.

She was one who was well acquainted with sorrow.  She saw much tragedy within a short time, and yet she held her head high with her faith, selflessness, and unconditional love for everyone she met.

This Valentine’s Day I wish to pay tribute to her, the person I feel privileged to have known.

Geniel Hymas married her high school sweetheart, Albert Leon Webb.  One sunny day in 1949 when they were barely 18, they decided to elope.  They drove to Idaho, got married, and drove home to Richmond, UT.  When they arrived home they were too afraid to tell their parents, so he went to his house, and she went to hers.

Grandma Webb told us this story right after Cody and I were married.  She said, “Now Cody, you CAN NOT tell your little sisters.  I don’t want them getting any ideas!”  Unfortunately, I don’t remember all of the details as to how they finally told their parents.  They were later sealed in the Logan Temple.

Geniel and Leon went on to have six children.  The oldest, a daughter named Jenis, was followed by five little brothers:  Reed, Jay, Lynn, Lloyd, and, the youngest being Cody’s father, Robert.  As her children grew they learned the value of hard work, while living on the family farm.

It is during the coming years that tragedy struck.  She first lost her father at a young age.  Following, her Mother was diagnosed with colon cancer.  Medicine, and medical technologies not being what they are today, her mother was not able to sit down for about the last year of her life.  She had to ride in vehicles, in the back, on her hands and knees.  She was forced to stand constantly, instead of having the luxury of simply sitting down in a chair.

After her Mother’s funeral, she and her sweetheart were informed by doctors that his fight with diabetes was coming to an end.  He passed away when their youngest was not even out of high school.    Four years later due to health issues her eldest son, Reed, was taken from her; next, her brother, Bruce, lost his life in a fatal plane crash.

The final blow came when her son, Lynn, went in for a standard operation but did not make it home, leaving a widow and five children.  After the loss of her two sons, she did her best to step in and comfort the families they left behind, being there for anyone who may need her at any time.   She truly understood the fragility of life, and she did not waste a second of it.

This incredible woman spent her years cherishing each and every relationship.  If she met you, she would never forget your name.  Each grandchild would swear that they were the favorite.  She could tell you about every cousin, their spouses, their children, second-cousins’ spouses and children, aunts, uncles, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, who they were dating, and what was going on in their lives.  She was an excellent listener, and she never forgot a birthday.  She was known as Grandma Webb to everyone.

After her passing, everyone agreed that there was a grand reunion in Heaven.  Finally, after three long, hard, lonely decades she gets to be with her husband on Valentine’s Day.

P.S.  At her funeral, there was a huge bowl full of Sweethearts candy.

Heartstrings Guest Post: ‘A Valentine for Ashley’ by Aubrey Soule

A Valentine for Ashley

February 14, 2008:

For the second time today, I was standing at my kitchen window, looking out at the snow.

The first time was at 8:30 when I watched my lovely younger sister, get in her car and drive to work.  The snow had drifted down lazily then, in fat soft flakes . . . like feathers.  Ashley is twelve years younger than me.  Consequently, I sometimes mother her.   I could tell that today, especially, Ashley would need some extra mothering.   Valentine’s Day is horrible when your twenty and between boyfriends.

Now the snow rested clean and soft . . . a pristine world of possibilities.  Ashley would be coming home in an hour.  I picked up my cell phone.

“Hello,” Ashley answered.

“Hi Ashley,” I said cheerfully.   “Uhhh . . . just wondering, since it’s Valentine’s Day and all . . . Who is the current guy in your life?”

“Right now, no one,” Ashley replied.   “Why do you ask?”

“Well, someone left a message for you, anonymously and stuff.   So I was just calling to let you know.”


“Yeah,” I said.  “It’s indescribable. You’ll just have to wait ’til you get home to see it.  See ya later!”

An hour later, Ashley walked through the front door.

“Someone left me a message?” she asked.

“Ahhhh, Yeah, Let me grab my coat.”

A minute later we were standing outside my kitchen window with our backs to Ashley’s car.  She always parks in the same place.   Written in the snow in large letters were the words:



“WHAT THE HECK!!!???” Ashley was very alarmed.

“Wow,” I said.   “Somebody loves you!”


“I think you need a restraining order!” I commented.   “How the FREAK did he have enough juice to write it that big?”

‘THIS IS MESSED UP!!!” Ashley was not impressed.  I was sort of impressed . . .

“That sure is nervy!” I said.   “It’s really cold out!!!”

“Did you see anything?” Ashley asked as she examined the footprints.   They were big prints.   Ashley shuddered.

“Not a thing!” I chirped.   “I just looked out the window this afternoon and saw it!”

“HEY, wait a minute!  There is no way someone could have stopped between words like that!!!”    She turned on me.  “YOU DID THIS!!!”

“What?   Are you crazy? I can’t aim that good!   Plus, I don’t pee outside, I’m house broke!”

“You did this!” Ashley accused.   She wasn’t buying it.

“Why the freak, would I pee outside in February?   I have a perfectly good potty inside!”

Ashley stared at me.   It was the stare our Mom gives.   It works.  (I think the MOM STARE  works as a result of DNA coding or something . . . I don’t know . . . It has something to do with a genetic link . . . or a missing link . . . )

“Fine!”  I confessed.   “I got my squirt bottles out, filled them with hot water and yellow food coloring, and put on Larry’s boots . . . and I did it all for you . . . to give you perspective and stuff.”

“Perspective?” Ashley looked confused.

“Well, aren’t you glad you don’t have to worry about stalkers and restraining orders today?   I mean, sometimes it’s quite preferable to be alone on Valentine’s Day!   Wouldn’t you agree?”

“So messed up . . . ” Ashley muttered.

A prophet is never appreciated in their own hometown . . .

*For more of Aubrey, visit her at her blog Soule Cupcakes!  Thanks, Aubrey, for the awesome guest post!

Musings: Be Witchin’

Last weekend my sisters, mom, & I went to Gardener Village’s “Witches’ Night Out”. It’s a magical night of the year where it’s cool to wear hats that can poke someone’s eye out and fabulous stockings that you secretly want to wear year round. This year I decided to go platinum. Don called me Lady Gaga for days. I’m so much cooler.

Anyway, if you’ve never been to Witches’ Night Out, I strongly suggest you go. Witches’ Night Out is for any woman who’s ever wished that she could be a witch. I’m pretty sure that applies to all of the female species.

“I found myself wishing that I could use a spell that would make it so that not a speck of dirt stuck to any surface of my bathroom the other day,” I tell my sisters and mom in the car on the way over.

“Oh. So you’d use your magic to do good stuff?” Aubrey asks with a wide eyed tone.

“That and the ability to smack people without them seeing me.”

If getting into the Halloween spirit isn’t enough to make you go, then go for the caramel apples. And they have witchin’ coupons. At any rate go so you can dance like a fool with your girls. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had to pull my mom out of the Congo line. She thinks it’s the best thing since sliced bread.

Note: I don’t have any pics of mom, because she came late and it was too dark to take pics. I did get one of of her outrageously twinkly/flashing wig, but I don’t know if she wants me to share.