July 20, 2021
I wish I could be there with you to reminisce and celebrate Nada's life. She faced many challenges that would have brought a lesser person to her knees, but she still stood fast when others leaned on her.
I've searched my memory for any singular event that made me aware that Nada was my Aunt and would be a significant factor in my life but found none. It's as if she was always 'just there'. My mother told me that before I was very many months old, our family moved to Chicago. She said the rest of the family went ahead while I was left in Aunt Nada's care. After the rest of the family got situated, Nada took me out to Chicago on the train to rejoin them. Of course I have no recollection of those things, but perhaps that tribulation softened Nada's heart toward me on later occasions. She was frequently a buffer between me and my Grandmother Cardon and on various issues with cousins and other aunts and uncles. When I married and attended BYU, Nada was a confidant and trusted adviser.
Most summers our family spent my dad's vacation visiting relatives in Utah. When we drove up from California, most of the time by way of Las Vegas or Yosemite, the first relative's home we came to was Grant and Nada Stevensons'. After the long drive and not having seen everyone for a year we were excited to visit. Grant and Nada always made us feel welcome. There was always something going on at the Stevensons' home.
I remember going to movies at the Scera in Orem in its prime and to the Orem public swimming pool. I also remember the early days of pizza when Nada had a fridge full of pizza crusts and fixings.
I'm happy to say that I never made it onto her list and I hope she didn't take it with her.