Clara Irene Olund Harwood Hale
March 31, 1913 - February 24, 2008
As told by her daughter
Clara Irene Olund was born in a
log house on a farm 6 miles Southwest of Grace, Idaho on March 31st, 1913 to
Fred E. Olund and Klara Kraus. At the time of her birth, Mom told us that
Grandpa drove a team of horses and buggy several miles to retrieve Dr. Hubbard,
on a night so dark, "you couldn't see your hand in front of your face". She said
Grandpa had said that he would bet that was the fastest ride the doctor had ever
had. Grandpa Olund had immigrated to the United States from Sweden and Grandma
Olund was of German descent.
When Mom was about 3 years of
age, Grandpa and Grandma divorced. She and Grandma went to Salt Lake City where
Grandma's mother lived. Grandpa later went to Salt Lake City to persuade Grandma
to return but she refused. Grandpa Olund said if Grandma would not return then
he at least wanted his little girl to return with him. He said he could not bear
to live without either of them. Grandma allowed Grandpa to take Mom back to
Grandpa tried unsuccessfully,
to farm in Southern Idaho. He would sit little Irene on a blanket, in the middle
of a field, and plow around her with his team of horses. Realizing, that this
was not working out, Grandpa arranged for some neighbors to care for her while
he worked in the mines in Wyoming. Mom seldom saw her father and she never saw
her mother. Grandpa would stay in touch by writing to her and sending her gifts
at Christmas and special times. It was a very lonely life for Mom as a little
girl and she felt sorry for herself, and rightfully so. She said she cried
often, but received no sympathy from her caretakers, who showed obvious
favoritism for their children and against her. Their children would often tease
her and play mean tricks on her.
Mom attended grammar school in
a two room school house located just across the street from where she lived.
There were four grades in each room. She attended primary in the same building
which she enjoyed tremendously. The LDS Church was located in town, which was
some distance to travel by horse and buggy, and she was therefore unable to
A few times Grandpa came home
and they went to Salt Lake City. Mom said they first traveled by stagecoach,
pulled by horses, to a town called Alexander, where they boarded the train. It
was a lot of fun traveling on the train and Mom especially enjoyed being with
When she was in the 7th grade,
Mom and Grandpa moved to Park City, Utah. They stayed with Grandpa's brother and
his wife while Grandpa worked in the mines. Mom attended most of the 7th grade
there before returning to Grace, Idaho, in the spring to finish out the year.
Mom graduated from the 8th grade at Grace, Idaho in May of 1928.
met her husband and our father that summer. John
T. Harwood was running a farm, below where she lived, with the assistance of his
father and brother. Daddy would come past where she lived every morning and
night. He had a Model "A" Ford and Mom said you could hear that thing coming a
couple miles away, it was so noisy. Dad and Mom were married the next summer,
June 12 1929.
After Mom and Dad were married,
Daddy took her to Salt Lake City to see her Mother. Mom was 16 at the time and
hadn't seen her mother since she was 3 years old. They were reacquainted and
became close through the years with writing letters and some visits.
Mom had 8 children altogether,
7 boys and 1 girl; but due to complications she lost her first and last sons at
birth. In 1935 she had Darwin, Farrell in 1937, Eldon in 1939, Neal 1941, Karen
1944, and Dennis in 1949.
Dad and Mom moved from Grace to
Pocatello in the fall of 1954. Daddy worked on the railroad and farmed in the
summer. He passed away in August 1965 while at work.
Mom worked at the State
Hospital in Blackfoot and lived in Pocatello. She met and married Nathan Hale in
January 1969. They enjoyed life together and loved doing church work and doing
temple work. Mom and Nathan served two missions together. They were called to
the Canada, Vancouver mission in January 1975 and New Mexico mission in December
Nathan passed away June 13,
1997 . Morn's children decided it would be best for her to move to Idaho Falls
next to Neal. Neal and Olive both worked full time and spent countless hours
seeing that Mom's needs were met. I also brought meals to her, did shopping, and
ran errands for her to help out. Mom lived next door to Neal and Olive for
Mom had several sayings that
she used to describe people, her feelings, or situations. While growing up, us
kids never thought anything of those sayings, but now, thinking back, they were
actually quite comical.
She would refer to someone she didn't
particularly care for as a yae-who, or a Crazy Galoot.
a person went somewhere she didn't think they should have gone, they were
Off Galavantin' Around.
she worried about something, she would say it Worried the Liver Out of
Her. She worried about Dennis so much, it
surprising she still had a liver. If Mom was
alarmed by something, she would usually say
Judast Priest!, My Crimony/or Crim-a-nently.
Now the terms didn't have to
make sense and no one knew what they meant, but they
fitting at the time.
In 2004 Mom started having a
hard time getting around, so Neal and I hired Jackie Bray to come in five hours
a day on week days to care for her Jackie prepared meals, helped Mom with her
special needs, performed light housekeeping, helped Mom with exercising, and
provided company and interaction for Mom. Under these circumstances Mom did
pretty well until this last fall and she really started going down hill. Mom had
never wanted to go into an assisted living facility, but when she reached the
point where she could no longer care for herself when someone else wasn't there,
it became obvious to her that she needed extra
Mom moved Into the Parkwood
Meadows. Once she spent a
few days at the assisted living facility, she
really seemed to enjoy it and told us of the Old Time Fiddlers and other things
she was able to do. She was only at the facility for a few weeks before she
Mom had 28 grandchildren and 35
I received a poem just last
week from a friend and I loved it so much I decided I wanted to read it at Mom's
funeral someday. Little did I know it would only be a week until I had the
opportunity to do so.
It is called
read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth And spoke of the following date
with tears, But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
or that dash represents all the time That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own
The cars ........................ The house The cash
What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard
Are there things you would like to change? For you never know how much time is
left, That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real And always
try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more And love the people in our lives Like we've never
If we treat each other with respect, And more often wear a smile Remembering
that this special dash Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read With your life's actions to rehash.
Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?
Iím proud of how our Mother
spent her dash. She worked hard all her life and always made sure, even though
we didn't have much money; her children were cared for and loved with that love
only a mother can give. Having been raised by her father and different care
givers, she didn't have a mother's love when she was a young child. She didn't
have a roll model, other than our Grandma Harwood after she was married to our
father at the young age of 16. Yet, she was a loving, caring, woman, who,
without any education to speak ot: saw that her children excelled to the best of
their abilities; treated other people with respect; and lived an honorable life.
Her achievements were not noticed by the world, but were certainly noticed and
appreciated by her children. Everyone who met her and knew her, knew her as a
sweet, kind, loving person. We're all proud to have known her and proud of how
she spent her dash. And we, her children, are proud that she was our Mother.
Mom was preceded in death by
our brother Farrell, her grandson Steven, and great-grandson Ayden, her sisters
Leah Greenburg and Arlene Craig, and by her brothers Carl and Oral Molyneux.
Clara Irene Hale
(March 31, 1913 - February 24,
Clara Irene Hale, 94, of Idaho Falls, Idaho, died Sunday, February 24, 2008,
at Parkwood Meadows Assisted Living Center.
She was born March 31, 1913, in Grace, Idaho, to Fred E. Olund and Clara
Kraus Olund. She was raised in Grace by her father after her parents
On June 12, 1929, she married John T. Harwood in Soda Springs, Idaho. He
died Aug. 18, 1965. On Jan. 23, 1969, she married Nathan Hale. He died June
13, 1997. She was a homemaker, and worked for the State Hospital South in
Blackfoot from 1964-1970.
She was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints where
she served in the Primary organization and as a visiting teacher. She served
two missions -one to the Canada Vancouver Mission in 1975 and the other in
1978 to the Albuquerque New Mexico Mission.
In her younger years, she enjoyed crocheting and painting pillowslips,
scarves, and table cloths.
She is survived by 4 sons; Darwin J. (Hannelore) Harwood of Walnut Creek,
California; Eldon R. (Rosemary) Harwood of Clayton, California; Neal T.
(Olive) Harwood of Idaho Falls; Dennis L. (Linda) Harwood of Eagle River,
Alaska; one daughter, Karen A. (Dayle) Daniel of Idaho Falls; 28
grandchildren and 35 great-grandchildren.
She was preceded in death by both husbands, a son, Farrell D. Harwood; a
grandson, Steven Harwood; and a great-grandson, Ayden Tuley.
Funeral services will be at 11:00 a.m. Friday, February 29, 2008, at the
St. Leon First Ward, 6925 N. 15 E., Idaho Falls with Bishop Robert Kite
officiating. The family will visit with friends one hour prior to the
services at the church. Burial will be in the Grace Cemetery. Funeral
arrangements are under the direction of Coltrin Mortuary, 2100 First St.,