Ada LaRue Earnest
May 14, 1926
February 17, 2012
Ada LaRue Nye was born May 14, 1926 in Magna, Utah to Phoebe Winn and Walter Nye. As a toddler she moved with her family to Rupert, Idaho and then on to Nyssa, Oregon where she grew up with her best buddy, her older brother Alvin. You might say she was somewhat of a tomboy. Finding adventure in climbing on the nearby train trestle, or, as I remember her telling the story, putting a can on her head so a boy could shoot it off with a BB gun.
During her teenage years she worked part time at the local drugstore and was a cheerleader for the Nyssa High School Bulldogs. Upon reflection it was an interesting time to have grown up; as a young girl in the 30’s, through the Great Depression, and then as a teenager during World War II. I never recall her complaining about any of it; not once. For Mom it isn’t about what you can get, it’s about enjoying what you have.
The Fall of ’45 a handsome young man came home from the war and swept her off her feet and Mom & Dad were married the 1st of February 1946. A year later Stan was born and by January 1950 Mom had her hands full with three little boys. Stan, Steve, and Alan were born in nearby Ontario, Oregon. Last summer I asked her, “what was your favorite time.” Without any hesitation she said, “when you kids were little.” That fits, I thought. Mom was happiest with children; that’s where she felt the most comfortable. In part, I suppose, because she always has been a kid at heart.
So with no real home yet, these were her happiest times. This should be a lesson for all of us.
The home was soon to come. During the early 1950’s Mom & Dad moved to Culver. Dad had purchased forty acres five miles east of Culver at the edge of the new irrigation district. They built their home there. By 1957 Robbie and I had been added to the clan.
When I see a mother bear with her cubs, I think of Mom. She adores them when they are little, kicks them in the behind when they need it, and protects them ferociously when necessary. Even when not necessary! It especially applies to her grandkids!
I don’t remember Mom missing any sporting event, 4-H or FFA event, or anything any of us participated in. Funny, isn’t it? I can’t remember the score of a single game, I can’t remember a single shot I took, but I remember Mom in the stands. Always. No matter where the game was at.
All five of us were involved in athletics; I guess it came naturally. We love to compete; I guess it comes naturally. We stand up for our teammates; I guess it comes naturally. We’ve been known to argue with the Ump; Uh, I guess … !
Her children mean everything to Mom. Here’s a quick story Alan recalled that reflects her convictions:
“I was with Steve and Grandpa Homer riding for cattle in the BLM Land just southeast of Haystack Dam. Steve and I were about 13 and 11. The horses got spooked and Steve’s horse lost its footing on the hillside and rolled, with Steve still in the saddle. When the dust settled, the horse got up, but Steve didn’t. He was lights out! Grandpa Homer stayed with him while I made it back to the house to get help. I explained to Mom the situation and she immediately went into maximum overdrive! We jumped into the Chevy station wagon and she slid around every corner, screeching tires and throwing dust that could be seen for miles. When we got near to where Steve and the horse had rolled, Mom dropped the car into low gear, went OFF THE ROAD and started mowing down sage brush and dodging juniper trees through the BLM Grasslands to get to the site of the accident. Can you imagine! At times we were totally AIR-BORNE through a roadless terrain! By the time we got there Steve was awake and alert and all turned out for the best. We thought about putting Richard Petty’s number on the side of the car, but Mom would have nothing to do with it.”
I always remember Mom working. She worked in the potato harvest, and as a waitress at Bad Pete’s. For those of you not old enough to know better, Bad Pete’s was the restaurant just south of Madras where Charlie’s Pizza is now. She worked there with Rena Waldorf and recently Jared (a grandson) married Rena’s great granddaughter, Christina Amos. Mom was very pleased.
About the time Robbie started first grade Mom took a job as a cook at the Culver school cafeteria. She worked there until sometime after Robbie graduated; the last several years as the head cook. She enjoyed being around the kids. It kept her young. However, Robbie and I basically had “Mom at school” with us the whole twelve years! Sometimes that was a real bummer!
The school cafeteria wasn’t what you younger people think of today. Imagine grandma cooking lunch for you every day! They would provide meals for all the awards banquets as well. I know Mom was very proud of the Honorary Chapter Farmer Award the Culver Chapter of the FFA gave her. It meant a lot to her.
Retirement gave Mom & Dad the opportunity to travel, so they bought a travel trailer (I think primarily because no hotel could ever be clean enough to suit Mom) and off they went. To Alaska for one long summer; across the U.S. where they spent time with Stan and his family in Michigan; they even took their trailer with them to Kentucky when they served a mission for the Church. Mom loved the people of Eastern Kentucky. She once told Stan it was harder leaving those people she was serving during her mission than it was to leave her grandchildren to go serve the mission. Years later twelve of her grandchildren served missions for the Church throughout the world (in the Philippines, Russia[2], Texas, The Dominican Republic, The Canary Islands, Indiana, British Columbia, Utah, Brazil[2] and Germany). In the not too distant future her great grandchildren will continue on the tradition she started.
Eventually they landed, as snowbirds, in Mesa, Arizona. That’s where Mom became a pool shark. She learned to play pool at the community center where they lived, and started competing in Senior Olympic competitions. Shuffleboard was another activity Mom took up while in Arizona.
She loved to compete and always loved sports. She liked to play softball when she was younger, but her real love is baseball. She became a lifelong Braves fan (mostly because, in the early days, that was the only team you could consistently watch on television) until some kid named Jacoby started playing for the Red Sox. Mysteriously she was suddenly a Red Sox fan. During my last visit, a few weeks ago, Mom was pretty frail. She was sitting in the chair and the television was on with the sound off. She motioned to me and struggled to ask me what was on the television. I told her it was an old episode of “Wagon Train.” She told me to change it to a sports channel.
I asked the grandchildren to email me there impressions of Grandma. I have compiled a list of what they sent me and I’ve asked Adrienne Porter, her oldest granddaughter, to tell you about them:
· Homemade bread with homemade raspberry jam
· Enchiladas
· Bran Muffins
· Busy, productive, no nonsense
· Quick to laugh and her laugh is awesome
· Steadiness
· The way she rolled her eyes
· The way she played tricks on us
· All about family
· Always made me feel comfortable
· Playing cards and other games
· Wheat Thins and Starbursts
· Baseball, especially the Braves
· Dinner rolls
· Snapping green beans at the kitchen table
· Cribbage
· Bike rides and walks on the ditch bank road
· Crocheting – she taught me how to crochet
· Wiffleball games in the back yard
· Pies
· Quilting
· Yelling at umps at little league games
· One time she yelled at my varsity baseball coach, questioning his baseball knowledge, when in the bottom half of the last inning he sent a runner from first to second. We were losing by several runs at the time. The runner was thrown out at second to end the game. Afterward, the coach asked me if I could have my Grandma “tone it down a bit.” (from Todd)
· Shuffleboard
· Pool shark
· Always had a toothpick in her mouth
· Quilted blanket for each grandchild for their wedding
· Clip-on earrings
· A little brown sugar makes everything taste better
· Carrot cookies
· She could take a joke and was fun to tease
· I remember sitting in church one Sunday next to Grandma and singing (she couldn't sing very well) and there was a part in the song that goes: hark, hark, hark. Instead of harking it sounded like she was barking, I remember looking at her and we both started laughing and couldn't stop. (from Jenny)
· Grandma would always say that Grandpa was a cheater when it came to playing cards because he somehow always managed to win.
· Grandma used to make really cool birthday cakes and yummy, yummy rolls!!
· Most amazing cook, ever!
· Always taught with love, never scolding
· A warm and loving hug after a long car ride to visit her
· When nearly 80 she was still getting down on the floor to play with my children (her great grandchildren) the same way she did with me when I was little
· In a word, she’s “Super Grandma”
It took a lot of work to build a home out of nothing and it took a lot of work to raise five boys. Remember, she told me her favorite times were “when we were little.” Work is something Mom has never been afraid of and, I dare say, even likes. When I think of Mom I think of her love for children and that she had to be doing something. During the early years of our marriage my wife, Bobi Jo, used to get frustrated with Mom when she would visit us. Mom would no sooner walk in the door than she would be washing dishes or starting a load of laundry. After a few visits I got Bobi to understand that it wasn’t a statement about her, that is “just the way Mom is.” From that point forward Bobi would always make sure there was “something for Mom to do” when they came to visit; which wasn’t too hard since we had four little ones of our own.
I recently became aware of a piece of trivia that seems fitting here. The word love appears in the bible 314 times; the word work appears 793 times. I think Mom’s response would be, “that’s not surprising.” Seems Mom knew instinctively how to love those who couldn’t work, the little ones, and be an example of work for the rest of us. She understood the principles of the Gospel of Jesus Christ without ever picking up a book or reading a scripture. Which brings me to “the other LaRue Earnest.”
Mother, Grandmother, Wife, Daughter, Sister, Friend; yes, she is all of the above. More importantly she is a daughter of our Heavenly Father. We come to this earth to receive a body and experience the trials of this mortality that we may be rewarded with eternal life. For this we are indebted to our Savior and Redeemer Jesus Christ. This faithful daughter of God, like all of us, has her flaws. However, she placed her trust, as we should, in the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ and pressed forward. That is why her passing was a comfort and a blessing to me. True enough, she would no longer suffer, but more importantly, she had endured to the end. She demonstrated her faith through her actions with very few words. As so eloquently stated by St. Francis of Assisi, “preach the gospel always; if necessary, use words.”
Mother has left a lasting impression on all of us. She has two nieces named after her, one granddaughter, and two great granddaughters. At last count, in addition to the five of us boys, Mother has 26 grandchildren and 64 great grandchildren (with more on the way); Steve & Lark’s daughter Chelsea LaRue Cotter gave birth to her boy Nash last Friday morning, just hours before Mom passed away. That’s 95 of us that have the honor of carrying her character, her love for children, her love for work, and her faith in our Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ.
Steve sent me an email listing a number of things he remembers about Mom, including the last words she spoke to him.
“I love my family so much.”
Goodbye for now, Mom. We’ll see you soon.
We love you too.