Ears & Noses

Whenever we went ANYWHERE Becky was famous for carrying grocery sacks with her. In these grocery sacks she would generally carry sour skittles, salt and vinegar chips, fruit snacks (her favorite happen to be Scooby snacks), Swedish fish, gum, and a very short supply of varied chocolate miniature bars.
She knew what everyone's favorite snacks were and constantly surprised us with them within her bag of heaven. She was always putting us first. 

These snacks would always end up someone's nose or in their ear. Don't ask. It was just the Becky way of doing things.

Kaitie Brady

The Printer's Daughter

Hi Friends,

My very talented, sweet, and articulate husband wrote this poem to express what has transpired over the last 4 months and to celebrate a beautiful soul we all love and dearly miss. 

Much love, 

Carly & Jason Rignell

The Printer’s Daughter

by Jason Rignell

A printer had five daughters,
His fourth is wed to me;
The youngest girl was winter-born
With eyes of hazel seas.

 
She grew up in godliness, family, and song,
The good printer taught her such things from the start,
And he doted upon her as she upon him,
And he printed his love for her onto her heart.


But years before her maidenhood,
Dread sickness emerged and the printer grew ill;
So he took his last child and he washed her of sin,
And the hands of the parlor clock slowed and were still.


How dark was that winter, the spring held its breath,
The husk of the printer to the cold earth was sown;
From the hearth of their musings the family took warmth,
And the girl took their memories to add to her own.


No stumble to falter set time's passive march;
Unslowing sunrises the tear-streaks did fade,
But the burning sun's gaze leaned an angel's hair breadth
In a covetous watch o'er the blossoming maid:


He Bronzed her skin and brightened her hair;
In her heart was his warmth, in her smile-his beams,
And outward her breath subtle mixed with air
To float through the sky as a warm summer breeze.


Though her memory dimmed, father's lessons burned bright;
The supernal was clasped to new womanhood's breast;
Halls filled with friends, melodies led her steps,
And laughter with family a night-chorus blessed.


Hopeful suitors regaling, to but one she paid heed;
Amid mountains and starlight her favor he won;
"Marriage" was whispered, then "wedding" was spoke,
Spy a ring for the choosing, the summer has come!


The summer has come . . . the summer has come . . . 


Moonlight frosts the window, sullen dark paints the room;
Such a cold melancholy, not a warm summer's breath,
Oh the shattering scene cloaked by night's lying hand-
In wait lurked the nightmare of the young woman's death!


All we still asleep, in God's eyes she woke first
From this dream of mortality's heartbreak and toil;
Did her luminous skirts fan corporeal floors
When she heard joyful welcome celestial and royal?


Did she sit on the steps in a lingering pause?
Did she whisper farewells to her sisters and brother?
Did her locks brush the doorways of grandparents, friends?
Did her train fill the room of her sweet, loving mother?


Did she stop for a moment to stroke the old cat
Sensing spirit familiar in its feline repose?
Did ethereal lips part in tender caress
To light on the brow of the man she had chose?


And he, sorely missed, the good printer and kind,
Was his smiling embrace full of love more the reason
She ascends on a staircase of moonbeams and grace
When summer was lost the first day of the season?


In a forest of queries the redwood of "why"
Stands mute in the corner and glares at the room,
Sharply branching its way to chafe each broken heart,
Taking root in the earth cleared away from her tomb.


Tarnished wedding bells groaning a funeral dirge;
Nuptial hues wrapped as wreaths scorn rejoicing and mirth;
Vainly seeking for her in the garden that morn
The sun, much bereft, scorched in anger the earth.


The tears wrung from our eyes join with tears from our flesh;
'Neath that star's torrid glare, all as pallbearers stand.
The bridesmaids are scattered, now take up the box,
And we strain with the weight of her death in our hands.


Future's promise to heal fails all comfort for now;
Spare no thought for holidays, birthdays, the morrow,
Tonight sit with mother in vigil graveside
And kneel at the altar in a temple of sorrow.


God keep ye, little sister.
In the gray dawn, when sunlight just brightens the hours,
I look for you still in your grandfather's fields,
Beside glassy pools and the blossoming flowers.


And we'll watch for you yet 'til our mortal eyes close,
'Til your smile sparks the wavelets of heavenly lakes;
And the printer's fair daughter will welcome us home
Where Christ raises sleepers and death never wakes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Beef Slap

Growing up I had the best wardies in the whole world. Of course, Becky was a huge part of that. Even though she was two years older than me, she always welcomed me into the group. There is one Youth Conference that sticks out clearly in my mind. It was the year we went to The Plaza in downtown Salt Lake. Honestly some of the best days and nights of my life. We laughed the entire time without fail! One of the best parts of those couple days is something so little and silly but Becky and me joked about it basically every time we hung out after it happened. Hahaha okay here it goes… 

We were sitting on the sidewalk eating our sandwiches for lunch and of course Becky would do something crazy with her sandwich… She took out a slice of her roast beef and chucked it at my face!!!! Hahahaha the best part was that the piece of beef made one of the nastiest noises (Becky could reenact the noise perfectly) and totally stuck to my cheek! She was pretty far away so it was crazy that it just stuck there. Haha we had ourselves a pretty good laugh about that one. 

Becky had the best laugh ever! She could make you start laughing at just about anything just because of her contagious laugh! When the beef first stuck to my face I was pretty shocked because it was kind of disgusting all covered in mayo but the second she busted up I couldn't help joining her! 

Claire Hubbard

Random Fun Fact

Becky LOVED to decorate with Crete paper. Whenever she threw any kind of party, we would have to go to the store to buy rolls and rolls of the stuff! We would spend hours decorating. Without fail she would always end up licking at least a couple of pieces of Crete paper! She said she really enjoyed the salty taste.....

Kaitie Brady

$1.08 Lunch

Becky and I used to go to Little Caesars CONSTANTLY for lunch! It was cheap, close by, and could feed a hungry horde of growing kids! Most days we went with the guys and ate off from their scraps. We didn't mind, it turns out these boy's eyes were bigger than their stomachs. We definitely got our fill of pizza, soda, and bread sticks. 

On the days that it was just us, we would literally dig through our change to find 50 cents each. We got a discount on crazy bread because we went to Brighton High School, which meant we payed a dollar for an entire bag of garlicy goodness! We started out splitting the bag... but then 3 sticks to ourselves wasn't enough. We were growing girls, right?? It would be acceptable if we began eating two full bags ourselves, right?? This was always done in private. Of course we didn't want the guys to see us burping and binging. But then again, we didn't really care.

Kaitie Brady

The Motor Home

My favorite times with Becky were motor home rides down to Lake Powell or the summer games. We would always gather in the back room to watch either Peewee Herman, or the old black and white little rascals. Becky has one of the best laughs I have ever heard! We would always wait for the funniest parts of the show and just laugh our dang heads off. Then rewind the same part 2 or 3 times...Just hearing her loud intense laugh made me laugh/cry even harder. Becky had such a good sense of humor and I loved that we always thought the same things were so hilarious. 

Alexa Young

"Spoonin' In The 081"