I haven’t mentioned my brother and sisters because I have adopted a special standard of personal privacy. I don’t write about anyone that is alive. That way, no one gets in trouble.
But, it has been nearly 30 years since my sister Trula has died. It seems about time to write about her. But, this is not a simple biography, no dates to hang your hat on. This is a brief remembrance of a sweet woman.
I have never been able to figure out she got her name. Mom and Dad could never remember how they came up with Trula, but they did.
Trula was five years older than me. She was in high school before I was really cognizant of the life around me. In high school I remember her art work. She liked to work in clay, throwing pots and other pieces. A piece that she was particularly proud of was large vase. It had a glaze that was several shades of yellow. Inside she had dried flowers and a peacock tail feather. I remember this pot because I once tripped and my head fell into the dried flowers. Some bizarre little ball of burrs landed in my eye and I was forced to visit the doctor. For a week I was soaking my eyeball in warm water and Epsom salts. At the same time the doctor was picking little slivers out of my eye. I remember that vase very well!
Physically, Trula was short. Around her, I felt tall! But, beyond height, I couldn’t measure up to Trula. She was hard working and persistent. After high school, she put herself through college, first obtaining an Associate’s Degree in accounting, they later transferring to a four year college, the University of Utah. There she acquired her BS in mine engineering.
The one story I wonder about, but Mom swore that it was true: Dad always wanted an engineer in the family. Neither John nor I had the interest. Me, I didn’t have the aptitude. Well Trula knew Dad wanted an engineer, so she majored in engineering.
Dad was also proud of Trula and her intelligence. In her senior year at the University of Utah, she won an award from the Mine engineering Department. Dad was very proud of Trula, that night.
While she was at the University of Utah, she worked at a credit union. She helped me negotiate a loan for my first car. I was able to buy a brand new, metallic blue Chevette with her help.
After graduation she worked in coal mines in eastern Utah and Western Colorado.
Trula was generous to everyone. During one of the several times that I was unemployed, Trula offered me a place to stay if I wanted to come down and work in Carbon County. I stayed in Salt Lake, but her house was always open.
Trula died too young. She had two young boys. Unfortunately, I have not kept up with these two, but they have grown up into fine young men. I am certain she is very proud of her two sons and her two grandchildren as well.
Trula was a unique lady. She was kind, generous, and incredibly intelligent. To this day, I miss her.