At The Cabin

 

This is one of my Dad's favorite photos.

My Family In Hawaii

An Old Gore Family Photo

Life Goals

Life Goals

In order of Priority

1.       Live worthily to enter the celestial kingdom and be with Heavenly Father again

2.       Receive my Endowments

3.       Get married and sealed to a worthy priesthood holder who will love and support me

4.       Have children and raise them in righteousness

5.       Teach my family the gospel

6.       Be sealed to my family

7.       Help bring others to Christ

8.       Get a house of my own

9.       Finish school

10.   Get a job

11.   Read all four books of scripture

12.   Visit my sponsored child in Honduras

Pedigree Chart

Sarah Esther Daily (now Gore)

Sarah Esther Daily was born on the 22 of January 1941 in Los Angeles, California. She is the youngest child of Howard Eloise Daily and Orva Lorena Camp. Growing up she had a hard time because she was not treated well by her mother or sisters. She had to clean the house, at least when she was older, and was never allowed to play card games, even though her mother and sisters could. She did not have a horrible childhood however and there are many fond memories she told me.

 When she was young she loved to play outside and would do so as often as she could. This caused her to have quite a tan, so much so that people thought she was Mexican. People would come up to her and start to speak to her in Spanish expecting her to understand them. She did not like this at all and so she made it a point never to learn Spanish. 

My Grandma Sarah also spent a lot of time with her grandfather, Bernett Justin Daily. He was her savior and best friend. He would protect her as much as he could and tell her advice for the future, always saying, “you will not understand this now, but later you will.” He was correct about that. A lot of the advice he gave my Grandmother she used later in life. She was devastated when Bernett died.

When my grandmother was in high school she had to dissect a frog in one of her classes. On the day of the dissection she fainted in class and had to be carried to the nurses office by one of the boys in her class. She was so embarrassed.

When my grandmother was fifteen she got married because she wanted to get out of the house. Her mother spread the rumor around that she was only getting married because she was pregnant but that wasn’t true. She didn’t even know what it was that people did to get them pregnant. She wasn’t pregnant until several months after her marriage. Her first child was my Aunt Kathie.

My grandmother was married three times throughout her life. Her first two husbands were not very good people. They would beat her and insult her. One of these husbands would even bet her when he ran out of money while he was gambling. For this reason she always had to lock her doors and be careful. At one point she fled to Oregon to get away from one of her husbands. Eventually she drove the Yukon Trail through Canada and into Alaska just to say she did it. She never thought she would stay in Alaska, but she did and she still lives there now.

Alaska is where she met her third and final husband. His name was Robert Watson Gore. He was a cop for the Anchorage, Alaska police department and met her children before he met her. I don’t know how he met her children; I just know that he did. One night Grandma Sarah gathered all of her children together and they prayed that God would help my grandma. In her prayer she said that if God wanted her to get married then he would have to have the man knock on her door because she was not going to go out looking for one. About an hour later Robert Watson Gore knocked on my grandmother’s door. He helped her and her children and eventually they fell in love and were married. He treated her and her children like they should have been treated from the start and he adopted her children. Together they did many things and lived in many different places throughout Alaska. At one point they even ran a gas station together. Apparently my grandma was always the one to go outside and pump gas for people when they asked. That always irritated her but she still loved him. On the fifteenth of July 1984 Robert Watson Gore died of a heart attack in Fairbanks, Alaska just outside of the door to his truck. After his death my grandmother had many legal battles with his second wife over the assets he left behind. She wanted every penny she could get.

Mary Catherine Cunningham (now Lammers)

Mary Catherine Cunningham was born on the eighth of August 1933 in St. Joe, Iowa. She were the fifth child of John Cunningham and Rose Kramer.

My Grandma Mary grew up on a farm around Livermore and St. Joe, Iowa. On the farm there was a garden that she would tend with her mother and siblings. The farm also had some animals so they always had their own milk and meat. She was never without food. Her mother was a very good cook. She learned some of her mother’s recipes and still makes some of them today. She was also never without clothes. They were almost always hand me downs but they were always there.

When she was growing up on the farm she always had something to do to entertain herself. She would play games outside with her siblings in the cow pasture. They would play baseball and use dry cow chips for bases. They would also play tag and hide and seek. At night she would listen to the radio with her family.

My Grandma went to a Catholic high school in St. Joe, Iowa when she was growing up. She would study every night but the next day at school when the Sister asked her a question she could not remember anything that she had studied. Sometimes some boys that sat next to her would whisper the answers to her.

My Grandma Mary and Grandpa met at a dance.

When I was growing up my Grandma Mary babysat my brother and I until I was about eight or nine years old. She would cook for us and take care of us. Some of my favorite breakfast dishes she would make were coco wheats and cinnamon rolls. One day when my grandma was babysitting me I hid behind the curtains in the living room. My grandma was freaking out because she couldn’t find me. She ran past where I was hiding a ton of times, calling my name. I thought it was funny and tried really hard not to laugh but eventually I laughed and she found me. She was not happy with me but she was glad that I was found.

My Grandma Mary likes  to spend time with her family. We have had more family dinners at the big house, what we call Grandma Mary’s house, then I can count. One dinner that I remember is flat pancakes. There would be three or four people in the kitchen all helping make the meal. Flat pancakes is a recipe Grandma got from her mother. They are really flat pancakes that are buttered and filled with syrup and then rolled into a long tube. They are really yummy.

Every Christmas Eve we gather at the big house. Grandma makes dinner and we all hang out and spend time together. After dinner is eaten and all of the dishes are done we pass out and open the presents under the Christmas tree. This is a fond memory of Grandma Mary and everyone else who is there. This is done every Christmas but is still something to be remembered.

For several years my brother Logan has played Hockey. My grandma and grandpa love to come and see him play. They don’t come to every game but they try to go to a few each hockey season. When they can’t come to his hockey games they always ask about how the game went and about how he did. He is their only grandson.