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Pearl Doris Wintch

" Grandma Darlin ' "

Pearl Doris Wintch a.k.a. Grandma Darlin'

born February 13, 1923
in Preston Idaho (now infamous for the movie Napolean Dynamite)

Doris is a very cheerful woman who will always greet you with a smile. Doris got the nick name " Grandma Darlin' " because she always referred to her children and grand children as darlin's. "How's my little darlin'" she would say to greet them when they came. Here grandson Eric Bennion was the first to call her grandma darlin' and it snowballed from there.

Doris and other in ner neighborhood were featured in a painting by Robert Barret that was printed in the LDS Church Ensign magazine.

Doris worked most of her life in the office one of several credit unions, helping people take care of their financial situations. She loved writing and reciting poetry. Even though in these last years her short term memory struggles, she can sing you all the verses of many of the church songs she has sung so often and on any given day you will find her son walking her around the building having her repeat one of the poems below to staff and other residents or singing one of her favorite sone with her such as "I've Been Working on the Railroad" or "Zipity Do Dah"

Overheard in the Orchard

Said the robin to the sparrow,
I should really like to know,
Why those anxious human beings,
Rush around and worry so.

Said the sparrow to the robin,
Friend, I think that it must be,
That they have no Heavenly Father,
Such as cares for you and me.

Little Flo

A little baby brother had come to live with Flo,
And she wanted him brought to the table that he might eat and grow.
“You must wait a while said grandma, in answer to her plea,
For little things that have no teeth, can’t eat like you and me.”
“Why hasn’t he got teeth Grandma”, asked Flo in great surprise,
“Oh my but isn’t if funny, no teeth but nose and eyes.”
“I guess”, after thinking gravely, “they must have been forgot.”’
“Can’t we buy him some Like grandpa’s, I’d like know why not?”
That afternoon in the corner with paper pen and ink, sat little Flo saying,
“Don’t talk to me if you do you’ll sturb my think.”
At last the letter was finished, a beautiful sight to see,
Said little Flow to her grandma,
“Won’t you read it over to me, to see if it’s right you know.”
And her is the letter written to God by little Flo.

"Dear God,

The baby you sent us is awfully nice and sweet,
But because you forgot his toofies, the poor little thing can’t eat.
That’s why I’m writing this letter, on purpose to let you know,
Please come and finish the baby, that’s all.

From little Flo' "

I don’t believe in Santa Claus

“I don’t believe in Santa Claus,
There ain’t no such a man.”
“It’s all a fairy tail, I know,
I hear from cousin Dan.”
Thus spoke Henry Lucius Stout,
A boy aged eight I knew,
His mother said, you best watch out,
You’re standing near the flue.
Now Santa happened just to be,
Upon the roof right pat,
A lookin’ down if he could see
What Lucius Stout was at.
He heard these words with angry roar
And up and shook his head,
And took his book and wrote them down
Exactly what was said.
When Christmas morning rolled around
And Lucius ran to see what he had got,
Alas! He found his stocking quite empty.
But to the toe was pinned a note,
Instead of some fine toy,
“I don’t believe in Lucius Stout,
There ain’t no such a boy!”

Everyone has a story and we wanted you to hear Doris's.

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