Christy’s sibling assignment for the month of March was this: Write a tribute to a friend that is no longer with us.
Christy's tribute will be here, and Bill's tribute will be here.
Christy's tribute will be here, and Bill's tribute will be here.
I admit, I had a bit of trouble trying to figure out who should be the subject of this tribute. I just didn’t know who to write about. And then it hit me. I am going to write about a friend who has gone, who was this “woman’s best friend”. And that is our dog Peaches.
Peaches came into our life very serendipitously. We had a plan. We would get a dog once we had a house with a fenced in yard. Paul had decided he wanted a Keeshond. He had done research on this type of dog, and thought it would be perfect for our family. He was correct.
I remember it was a Sunday morning, and Molly wasn’t feeling well, so I stayed home from church with her. I was online on the computer, and for some reason, I was looking at the Idaho Statesman classifieds. This paper is located in Boise, Idaho, the place we had recently moved from. In the ads I found an add for Keeshond puppies, and the owners were located in Meridian. I believe there was one female puppy and two male puppies. When Paul arrived home from church, I told him about the add, and we put a plan into action. He called his brother Kevin, who lived in the area, and he (along with his daughters Karlie and Taylor, if I remember correctly), went and visited the puppies, and gave us a good report. We then told the people we wanted to female. The female was named Peaches, because they had yarn tied to each of them to tell them apart, and her yarn color was peach colored.
Spring break was coming up in a couple of weeks for Paul and the girls (I was working at the local newspaper at the time, so I did not get a spring break back in those days) made a trip to Meridian to pick up our new puppy.
When they all arrived home, it was wonderful having this little ball of fluff in our home. I remember her not liking the crate training at first (the first night was awful, as I remember), but she eventually got used to her crate.
One vivid memory I have right after she arrived was we had one of those early spring snow falls, and she loved playing in the snow.
When she was young, she was small enough to squeeze through the pickets in the fence in our front yard, and would sometimes escape. But she would always come back.
As Peaches grew, she became a wonderful family pet. We loved her and she was gentle, and would only bark when she felt like we needed protection.
A few years after we got her, we added another dog to our family, Molly’s Pomeranian Sadie. I remember for the first two weeks or so, Peaches would not acknowledge Sadie’s existence. She would look right through her. But eventually, Peaches gave in to the little ball of fluff, and they became wonderful friends.
One thing Peaches did not like was thunder. She would get very upset when there were storms.
Toward the end, Peaches started slowing down. Her breathing started getting very labored. She suffered from arthritis. She couldn’t go on walks anymore. We then had to make the difficult decision to have the vet put her to sleep. That is always a tough decision, but when their quality of life suffers, you know it is best.
I remember sitting with her on the floor of the room at Kellogg Pet Medical Center, when Dr. Cook was giving her the medicine to put her to sleep. She looked at me, and for a moment, I could tell she was at peace. Then she was gone.
It was hard saying goodbye to Peaches. She had been a part of our life for about 11 years. She was born on Christmas Eve, so celebrating her birthday was always part of our holiday celebration.
Our pets do become a part of our family. They are our friends. They bring a special meaning into our life. We love them. We miss them. And a part of our heart is taken when they leave this earth.
Peaches spirit lives on in all our lives. She was a wonderful, sweet soul.
A special, wonderful friend.
The day Peaches died, Molly wrote this on Facebook. It sums up Peaches life perfectly…
Today the Roberts' family did a very difficult thing. Our beloved dog of almost 12 years was laid to rest today. For a year she was constantly in pain with arthritis and trouble breathing, and is finally at peace. As corny as this may sound Peaches was not only a dog, but a friend. A friend who helped me get through the move from Meridian, to Kellogg. A friend who helped me through depression, and heartache. A perfect companion. We could use some prayer, and positive thoughts sent our way this next week. I will end with a C.S Lewis quote “We treat our dogs as if they were 'almost human': that is why they really become 'almost human' in the end.”
Peaches Maximillian Holyday Roberts
December 24, 2001-September 16, 2013.
Here is the Sibling Assignment I shared for the month of March. Yes, I realize it is now May, and you can totally blame the younger “slacker” sibling for holding up the posting of each of the latest sibling assignments. I hope to do better in the future!!
My assignment was: Share a memory from one of your times performing on stage at Kellogg High School. Bill's post will be here, and Christy's post will be here.
I would like to share my experience of being in the production of Dracula during the fall of my junior year of high school.
I was not originally cast for this production. I was on the volleyball team, and so I did not audition for the fall play. As volleyball came to an end, and the production was getting closer to opening night, the girl who was cast in the lead female role was missing a lot of rehearsals, and was removed by our director, Mary Rae Faraca.
Once this person was removed from the show, there needed to be a replacement. Mrs. Faraca approached me, to ask if I would make the commitment to learn the lines and join the Dracula production. Opening night was about two weeks away. I was willing to take on the challenge.
I remember spending a whole day on the stage at KHS with Christina Crumm, one of Mrs. Faraca’s aides, and she helped me learn my lines. And I did it!! I learned the lines, and played the part, and it was actually an amazing production to be a part of that year. David Dose played the lead role as Dracula, and he and his brother Gary and another student worked on special effects for the production. I still remember a “bat” swooping down on the audience at one point of the production.
After we performed this play onstage, Mrs. Faraca shortened it into a One Act play and we performed it for drama competition. I think we made it to state. I know they also competed in some special effects category with this play as well.
A few years ago, Gary Dose shared with me a video of the production. They were one of the only families I knew who had a movie camera in late 1970’s. It was fun reliving that production and remembering all the special effects those boys created, and fondly remembering the cast that were all a part of the show. It was a very memorable experience on the stage at KHS!!
Bill gave us this Sibling Assignment for March: The other night at the Inland Lounge I got into a conversation with a couple of Wallace High School grads about the Wallace/Kellogg rivalry. How did you experience this rivalry back in high school? The people I talked to Friday night thought the rivalry had weakened over the years. Had it started to weaken when we were in high school in the 1970s and 1980s? Or did you experience things that were evidence of the rivalry being very much alive when we were in high school?
To read my sibling's take on this assignment, you can find Christy's here, and you can find Bill's here.
I really don’t remember a whole lot of rivalry that I experienced personally when I was in high school. But I don’t remember having a whole lot to do with students from Wallace, unless it was through speech or drama competition, or possibly Rainbow Girls. I also knew some girls from Wallace who I had gone to Camp Aowakia with, a Campfire Girls camp at the end of Montgomery Gulch I attended as a camper and was also a counselor up through my junior high years. But there just wasn’t a whole lot of rivalry involved in these particular groups of people.
Perhaps if I was more involved in sports, I would have a different view of the rivalry. But by the time I was in high school, Wallace was not in our sports classification, so we didn’t play them in league competition. They were becoming a smaller school. We still played them in the annual football game, and we played them in basketball and volleyball, and track and wrestling, but they were not in our league.
When I returned to Kellogg back in 2000, I think things had really changed with the rivalry. I think students don’t even look at Wallace as a big rival anymore. We have Wallace students coming to KHS for classes. We share sports teams. Wallace is still in a different sports league. There are more opportunities in the valley for students in the valley to know one another and be friends. We have students from KHS leave and go to Wallace, and visa versa.
I often believe it is the older generation that wants to keep the rivalry alive. This often comes into play when school consolidation is talked about, and not wanting to combine the three valley school districts into one. A term I often hear is “the old guys in Wallace still sleep in their letterman’s jackets”. It is a funny statement, but I think it goes beyond that. I think it is more about pride. Pride in community. Pride in their own school system. Often communities are defined by their school system. It is a complicated issue that I am sure will continue to be discussed as the number of students attending schools in Mullan, Wallace and Kellogg continue to get smaller.
But having a rival can be fun. I love hearing some of the stories about setting the others homecoming bonfire on fire, or other harmless pranks. But that was definitely from another time.