ROCHELLE's Biography
Born Sept. 10, 1948, Salina, Utah at 6:40 p.m,7 lbs 6 oz. 19 “ long, Rochelle was the youngest of three boys: Richard Shan Bastian, Sept 25, 1937; Morris Quinn Bastian, Dec. 13,1938; Barry D. Bastian, July 25,1943, and one sister, Sydnee Sue Bastian, Oct. 5, 1945. We lived in vermillion, Utah by Sigurd, Utah until Rochelle was three years old, in 1951 and then moved to a dairy farming community to Nampa, Idaho until graduating from high school in May 1966.
EARLY LIFE
1953-1966: Attended kindergarten in Ogden, Utah for a summer with David Bastian, son of Dale and DeOn Bastian, second cousins at age 4 ½. and then Highline Elementary, age 5, in a two-roomed country school adjacent to the Bastian farm from grades 1-3 and grades 4-6 at the new Kuna Elementary school in Kuna some 5 ½ miles away The land where the school was built for Highline was originally part of the land donated to the school district and since that land was on the original land deed, we often wondered why the Bastians did not still get that land when the new elementary school in Kuna was built, Instead, it was sold to Craig and Linda Casenetto by the school district where they still reside in 2011.Rochelle helped on the farm feeding calves and milking cows beginning at the age of 7-17 years and worked detasseling corn summers 14-16 years.
SPORTS & ACTIVITIES:
Attended Mrs. Hatches Dance Studio from ages 5-12 years and then Penny Crispeno’s Social dance from 12-14 years and took piano from Mrs, Huber 1 year and Mr. Van Order for a year. Danced in Nampa City’s ‘A Christmas Carol’ in 1958 and was in the Kuna Ward play in 1963 directed by Sister Bacon.
Cheerleader Kuna Elementary 1958-59; eighth grade-12th cheerleader from junior high through high school 1961-66
Soccer 1963-64; Track 1963-64, 220 & 440 relay; church softball 1962-65
Drill team 1964; FHA District Songleader; FTA President; 1965; Girls State Alternate 1966; Honor Society 196-66; Student Council Head Cheerleader 1966; Miss KHS 1966; Homecoming Princess 1966; Harvest Ball Court 1965
EDUCATION: Graduated from Kuna 1966: graduated from seminary all 4 yrs. Kuna Ward;
Ricks College 1966-67; danced in the Ricks College Social Dance Club and was a member of a social cub
Colorado College summer of 1967; took dance workshop with Hanya Holm choreographer of My Fair Lady on broadway in New York.
BYU 1967-68;
U of I 1968-69;
BYU 1969-70; danced in the contemporary dance club “Orchesis”; Program Bureau in televised Christmas program;
Graduated from BYU in secondary education in physical education and a minor in health and safety.
MARRIED:
David Carroll Clark ; Salt Lake Temple June 28, 1969
CHILDREN:
David Sean Clark: born June 20, 1970 Ft. Benning, Georgia
Chad Jeremy Clark: born Nov. 14, 1971 Ft. Campbell, Kentucky
Chelsea Rochelle: born Oct. 24, 1973 Holy Cross Hospital, Salt Lake City, Utah
Dana Janelle: born June 25, 1975 American Fork Hospital, American Fork, Utah
Mindy Nicole : December 10, 1976 American Fork Hospital, American Fork Utah
Cami Elizabeth: June 10, 1980 Cottonwood Hospital, Murray, Utah
Cara Michelle: Oct. 19, 1983 Alta View Hospital, Sandy, Utah
Brittany Raquel: Oct. 28, 1987 Alta View Hospital, Sandy, Utah
Shalise Laura:. August 29, 1989 Alta View Hospital, Sandy, Utah
2 miscarriages
23 grandchildren
WORK EXPERIENCE:
Summer field work
Waitress
Agriculture Teacher secretary
Meridian Wood Products
Idaho State Mental Hospital
Dance Teacher
Manage Rentals: applications, cleaning, with kids
New Construction Clean training kids
Interiors of model homes and spec homes
Real Estate licence
Liberte’ Design home interiors
RESIDENCES:
1969 summer with Sid and DeOn Bastian in Nampa, Idaho on their farm
1969-70 Provo Western Motel BYU housing
1970-summer in Ft. Benning, Georgia
1970-72 Ft. Campbell, Ky.
1972-73 Villa Capri Apts. Midvale, Utah
1973-74 White City, Sandy first home 1908 E., Serpentine Way $114 a month pymt
1974-78 built custom home in Riverton, Ut. 12392 S. 2200 W with Mcdougal Realtors; gold slump block Spanish style
1978-1988: 1927 E. Rio Way, 1700 sq. ft. rambler in Sandy, Utah 84092
1988—2003: 1918 E. Ryan Ave. Sandy, Utah re-po we bought and finished basement, yard, fence, etc.
2003-2011: 1937 E. Siesta Dr. Sandy, a Liberty Home Parade Home we created with the help of landform Design and Eyre Lighting and Design. From exterior to interior, Rochelle spearheaded and selected and designed the home which won People’s Choice in the Parade of Homes in Salt Lake Valley.
2011- 799 E. Mill Garden Lane one of Liberty Homes model homes we finished basement and yard and will currently stay until the future tells us otherwise.
HOBBIES:
Dance: ballroom and modern
Art: water-color/oil
Running: (3) 10K; 3+ 5K; 4 marathons
Exercise/fitness 60+ years aerobic, spin, weight, zumba, yoga
Travel: all US: UK/Scotland, Germany, France, Monaco; Italy, Austria, Switzerland, Belgium, Spain, Peru, Mexico/Baja, Belise; Tahiti, south pacific isles,Hawaii, Alaska, artic, Mediterrean, Greece, Eygypt, Israel,
COMMUNITY SERVICE:PTA Cultural Arts Chairman; Vice-President Indian Hills Middle School;Treasurer Alta High School; Student Activity Committee Chairman
Local Republican delegate for Cottonwood Creek
Sisters Of Service
Temple Worker
Neighborhood Block Parties
Empty Nester FHE
Neighborhood Dinner Groups
CHURCH SERVICE :
Relief Society President Ft.Campbell ,Ky.
Sunday School and Sacrament pianist Clarksville, Tenn.
Merrie Miss Teacher
Spiritual living Teacher Relief Society
Primary Chorister all in Riverton, Utah 2nd Ward
2nd Counselor in Primary
Young Woman President in Union 21st Ward
Stake Young Woman’s 2nd Counselor1st counselor in Primary
Activities Committee/ Chairman
Stake Relief Society Enrichment Counselor
Young Women’s President twice in Crescent View ward
Nursery
Stake and ward missionary
Ward relief society enrichment leader in Forest Bend Ward
Gospel doctrine teacher
Young women’s beehive instructor
Cottonwood Temple Celebration choreographer for Draper Temple
24th of July float committee for Cottonwood Creek Stake
Relief Society pianist
Marriage enrichment instructor
A BRIEF SYNOPSIS OF THE LIFE OF ROCHELLE BASTIAN CLARK
I, Rochelle was born September 10, 1948 at the Salina hospital, Salina, Utah by Dr. Noyes. My mom writes that dad was doing chores as we lived on a dairy farm in Sigurd, Utah! Mom beaconed dad to take her to the hospital, which he did, checked her into the hospital, and saw that I might be a while in coming, so he went back to finish milking the cows!
I surprised mom and dad by coming faster than anticipated and have been known to be independent ever since in my own time frame! Born at 6:40 p.m., I was a whole 19 in, long, with dark hair, blue eyes and I weighed 7 lbs. 4 oz. Mom said the day seemed pretty uneventful as she was washing clothes so I thought I would change things and bring a little excitement into the day!
I was the fifth of 5 children of Sidney Bastian and Hope DeOn Morrison Bastian as I had three older brothers, Richard Shan Bastian, born on September 25, 1937, Morris Q Bastian, December 13, 1948, and Barry D. Bastian, July 25, 1942, and I had one older sister, Sydnee Sue Bastian, born October 5,1945.
My first childhood memory was staying with my friend, Kathy Murray when I was 3 years old as my mom taught school and was the principal of Lone Tree Elementary outside of Nampa, Idaho in 1951. My dad was my chief babysitter and I remember many times riding in the dump truck with dad hauling loads of sugar beet pulp from the Nampa Sugar Factory for our cows to eat. Daddy and I would start our day together finishing the breakfast dishes singing “Hallelujah I’m A Bum”! He was usually smiling and happy so it was fun being with him even if we were always just working together!
One morning mom had to drop me off to the Murrays as dad couldn’t watch me that day and she was in such a hurry, she had me walk up to the back screen porch and let myself in. She didn’t know I had trouble getting Norma to hear my knocking, so I sat on the porch a long time before she had to go out onto the porch to get something and found me sitting on the porch steps. She was very embarrassed I was out there so long and noticed I needed a bath, she thought! She scrubbed and scrubbed to no avail but finally decided I just had olive skin and that I was not dirty!
I was blessed by my father, Sidney Bastian in the Vermillon ward in Vermillon, Utah and baptized by my dad in the Nampa Stake Center in Nampa, Idaho on November 30th, 1956 and confirmed the next day in the Nampa 3rd Ward. I don’t remember a whole lot except mom had sewed me a red satin blouse to wear under my navy taffeta jumper that I inherited from big sister Sue to wear on Fast and Testimony meeting when I was getting confirmed.
What I do remember is after I was confirmed, it was time for testimony meeting and back then, there was no passing of microphone so people in the audience could be heard. I felt this burning in my heart and a over-whelming urge to bear my testimony so up I went and just as I was bearing my testimony, when someone in the back who didn’t see me began bearing their testimony at the same time! Since this sister did not see me but continued on with hers, I burst into tears and buried my head in moms lap as this sister drowned my voice out!
I graduated from Primary on August 1, 1960 with lots of memories to share, especially projects: crocheted doily, bantaloughs of class insignias, Lark, Bluebird, then Seagull before graduation! A cross-stitched motto I had made hung on my wall which read: Greet the day with a song; Make others happy; serve gladly! Singing lots of songs kept inspirational themes in my head which to this day, I still hum led by Sister Birch our chorister whom I babysat her kids many a time.
Some Sunday memories began for us on the farm on Saturday, getting our clothes ready for ironing. Mom would have the wash on the line bright and early each summer Saturdays. We helped ‘starch’ the boys shirts dipping them into pans of liquid starch we had made and after bringing them from the clothes line they could practically stand up themselves! Next we would sprinkle them down to ready them to be ironed on a machine called: The Ironite, a large ironing machine we sat at with a cylinder padded and operated by a lever we would maneuver with our knees so our hands could be free to guide the shirts through this apparatice which when done properly left a pretty impressive ironed shirt!
Sunday School was the first meeting of the day where we would have music, 2 ½ minute talks, a practice hymn, led by a beautiful lady, sister Vantesteed, from the Nampa fifth ward whom I do recall starring at her. She was elegantly dressed and always acted like a real lady, leading the music. She and her husband had money or it seemed as they drove a Cadillac car and she wore a mink stole around her shoulders framing her braided hair all couferred and styled. I think the sacrament was passed as well and then we would go to our classes for instructions. When we moved out to the Kuna Ward building, my favorite teacher, Brother Birch , gave thought provoking lessons! He wore a bag around his waist from a colonoscopy he had and back then, this is how such medical procedures were taken care of! Unfortunately , this bag smelled to high heaven! Whew!
My first theatrical play was in the sixth grade ‘A Christmas Carol’! . It was produced by Nampa City Arts Council at the high school where I remember I had a few lines and a dancing part! My second play was produced by our drama director, Sister Bacon at the Kuna Ward where I had a leading part but my last experience before graduating from MIA was not in the theatre but happened when I was 14, in Idaho City, at a church camp where I had fond memories being outdoor camping instead of acting! I went all three years with only one mishap which occurred while floating down the stream rapids near our camp which ended in a huge gash in my right shin as I hit a rock!. It needed stitches but I did not let the moms who claimed they could stitch it touch my leg! Dad put some cow salve on it and said the cows sores all healed up fine! Well, it did heal up but I have a huge scar to prove it! I was torn by the advice of dad and how expensive it would be to go to the doctor and since mom did not encourage me very strong to go get stitches, I have a story to tell instead! My advice is to not play brave but be smart about such things. You can bet your bottom dollar all our children got stitches when they needed them!
At age five I began attending kindergarten in Ogden, Utah with my cousin David Bastian, son of DeOn and Dale Bastian, my dad’s second cousin. It must have been only a few weeks as I still remember going into the first grade at Highline Elementary. Idaho did not have kindergarten at that time so mom shipped me down to Ogden to attend.
Many great friends at Highline which followed me or I followed them into grades 4-6 at the new Kuna School after we all completed grades 1-3 at Highland. Margaret Baker Otten, Sandra Jensen, Kenny Torrey, Jimmy Duska, Curtis Salomonsen, were just a few of my classmates along with my favorite first grade teacher, Mrs. Penniger and Mrs. McNaught, 2nd and 3rd grade s with my mom acting as principal of the two room country school house. Mom moved with us up to the Kuna Elementary and team taught with Mrs. Wardle, 4th grade teacher a math and art instructor to all 4-6th grades along with Mrs. Kearns, and Mrs. Hunter, my sixth grade teacher who taught reading while mom one of two 6th grade teachers taught all social studies!
I had my first lesson in honesty in Mrs. Hunter’s sixth grade in phonetics which I was having trouble understanding some of the reading concepts so while she was out of the classroom, I checked my answers by her answer book and found my mistakes erased them and changed some to get them right! I felt guilty told mom but never fessed up to Mrs. Hunter and have felt guilty ever since. My motto, just be honest and don’t worry if you get a bad grade and if you do mess up, fess up!
It was a most unique situation but all of the students benefited with the vast amount of talent each teacher brought to the table. Mom taught a unit on Hawaii and Mexico when she would bring in outside help from the room mothers to put on a Mexican fiesta and a Hawaiian Luau. I had to dance the hula to show some of the different dances from the islands and then she taught all the kids the Mexican Hat dance to perform for the entire 3 grades. I was so embarrassed but I got over it!
Kuna Junior High School in 1960 followed my elementary years and I still remember walking to lunch and seeing my older brother Barry, a senior and student body president at the time returning from lunch. He would yell out “Banty, Banty Rooster!” my nickname and I would pretend he wasn’t talking to me but it was so obvious because he would not let up so I said “Hi” and had to explain why that name to my friends since I was the youngest of the family and all the nerve! Barry was so well-liked and popular and always had a following so it was hard to hide when he would call out to me!
Graduated from Kuna High School in May of 1966 with 64 other classmates out of 250 enrolled at Kuna, I’ll always remember being put into the trash incinerator one morning by two guys on the basketball team and Mr. Marks, our principal having them come out and rescue me and then being locked into the men’s restroom where Mr. Marks found me. Attending basketball tournaments, school dances, helping make the homecoming floats, traveling to our senior sneak at Sun Valley, Idaho, all added up to a great experience! The most revealing to me were the good kids who caved into peer pressure, drank, and lived to regret some of their decisions on the sneak! After graduation, some just ended up staying in status quo and did not stretch themselves to their potential! But over all, the majority of my classmates were great and hard working and have succeeded in life so we like to get together on our reunions and reminisce.
Seminary all four years at the Kuna Seminary and graduation from Kuna High School both happened in May of 1966. Some of the important things I remember about Seminary are Sister Wells and her sister Veora Taylor who bought taught and had very different talents which broadened our education even more! They used to make the best cinnamon rolls for our morning parties, but most impressive, they both taught by the Spirit which has left its wonderful mark on me, plus they both had a great sense of humor!
College at Ricks College 1966-67; Church College of Hawaii summer of 1967; BYU 1967-68; Colorado College summer of 1968; University of Idaho 1968-69 ; BYU 1969-70 and graduated from BYU in June of 1970 with a degree in secondary education in physical education with a minor in health and safety, but I could not attend my graduation as Dave had to report at Ft. Benning, Ga. And our first son Sean was due in two weeks hence the swiftness of travel time!
Some things I remember about my advanced schooling are my roommates for sure, getting along with 5 other girls, managing money, cooking for them and with them, balancing time and prioritizing what was and wasn’t important with extra-curricular activities: Orchesis, (modern contemporary dance) at Ricks and BYU, ballroom at Ricks College, Kappa XI, a social club at Ricks, then being married, my senior year and graduating from college before starting our family!
BYU for me opened up another new world with some 20,000 plus students compared to Ricks’ enrollment of 2,500. Still completing my basic required courses at Ricks, one class always a required religion class enlarged my gospel understanding, to think and explore truth. Dave and I were still writing weekly when he was at U of I so writing my doings and feelings about the church gave me more depth! I had roommates from California, Tenn., and all parts of Idaho who helped me see the world through their eyes and experiences!
Our next area in Clarksville Tenn. after we moved from Ft. Benning, Ga. gave me lots of experience being called as a Relief Society President at the ripe old age of 22! Many a day I dropped to my knees pleading with Heavenly Father for guidance, leading women twice my age or more and with little or no experience in Relief Society plus the physical challenge of traveling 18-20 miles 3x a week with a toddler, being pregnant, and having to pick up members along the way! It helped me grow up and realize the heritage I had been blessed with. Because God has given me everything good in my life, I have become very interdependent on Him and it had caused me to learn to listen to the still small voice as I have sought counsel, especially dealing with young women.
My mother’s name is Hope DeOn Morrison Bastian Christensen, born in Monroe, May 29, 1910 to William Morrison, nicknamed “Dad Will”, and to Zina Cox, nicknamed “Marcie”! Some memories of my mother are her relentless drive to keep us “out there” and to not be a wilting violet! Look people in the eye when spoken to, give your greeter a firm handshake and work, work, work until the job is done!
A brief outline of her life reveals her privileges even in the early 1900’s as she born the younger of two girls in better than normal circumstances, living in one of the nicer Victorian Style homes in downtown Main Street in Monroe, Utah! She rode horses, played sports, was silent movies at the Monroe theatre her dad and uncle owned and was able to go on to Utah State University and BYU, graduating with a two year provisional so she could teach school! Mom even played basketball at Utah State, broad jumped, and played tennis!
DeOn, she preferred this middle name over Hope, her given name, was spunky, and a bit out spoken, but was easy to be around especially in a social situation! Besides, she loved dancing and did . some “barefoot’ dancing as it was called at Utah State as well! With her teaching certificate, she began her teaching career in Auroa, Utah where she roomed and boarded at the Alma Bastian home where she met and married my dad, Sidney Bastian, 1st in the Salt Lake City/County Building by a justice of the peace as they ran away and got married, and then sealed in their marriage in the Manti Temple a couple years later in Feb. 1932!
My father, Sidney Bastian, born 15th of Jan. 1909 in Washington, Washington County, Utah to Alminda Bastian and Elnora Hannig, both very ambitious parents! My memories of my father are vivid as my mom went back to teaching school in Nampa, Idaho at Lone Tree Elementary acting as a dual principal/teacher there! Each and every morning, dad and I would finish washing the breakfast dishes and then we would both be off in either the tractor or the truck depending if we first needed to drive into Nampa to the Nampa Sugar Beet Factory to get a load of sugar beet pulp to feed our dairy cows or not! If dad had to work in the fields, her would drive me up to Norma Murrays to play with Kathy, my age, who was my best friend!
Dad was in the middle of 11 siblings and he had much natural capacity at a young age to work long hours and get much accomplished, hence he work miss school during harvest time, missing some of the basic reading and phonetic skills, making school more of a challenge than if could have gone regularly! He graduated from Sevier junior high and began his freshmen year in Auroa, but dropped out again at harvest timer and never went back.
He had a stern principal that gave dad a bad rap because of who dad was running around with and how rowdy they were in the halls of the school. One morning this group , including dad were goofing off, rough housing in the halls of the school and as they came up to a classroom, dad’s hand got shoved through the glass door, cutting a vein and blood was oozing out all over. The principal panicked and in his furry of settling the boys down, singled out dad with this: “Sid, you’ll never amount to nothing!’ Dad took this to heart, quit school, and spent the rest of his life proving that principal wrong becoming a successful farmer of some 250 acre dairy ranch!
I think a lot of my own life’s philosophy developed from dad’s example! “Onward and upward’! I find myself always doing and focusing on goals and accomplishments, looking upward to God for guidance, to be by my side, looking inward to make necessary adjustments and changes, and then onward to be the person envisioned!
My first missionary experience began with my best friend, Margaret Otten whom I invited to mutual and then sacrament meeting with our family. She took the lessons from the missionaries, attended her meetings except seminary was out of the question because she had too much to do on the farm for her dad and could not attend. Her dad did not let her join the church until after she turned 18, but she indeed did join and has been a faithful member of the church ever since!
My second missionary experience involved a boyfriend who joined but when I did not want to marry him when he wanted, he left the church after I enrolled in college. I met Dave when I was 17 at a dance at the Ontario Armory, some two months later, and when I found out he was not a member of the church, I let him know right from the get go I had a testimony of the church and I was marrying in the temple and I was going to graduate from college. He was happy and sad; happy I was a Christian girl, but sad I was a Mormon! Yup! You guessed it; he asked about the church; he joined after 3 ½ yrs. of much study and sacrifice on both our parts as we lived 65 miles apart and we attended different colleges as well!
Dave proposed 6 months after I had transferred to U of I and 6 months after he had joined the church leaving us only 6 months more before we could be married in the temple. Unlike all the creative ways our kids got engaged, Dave simply asked me to marry him on Dec. 15th, 1968 in his apartment in Moscow, Idaho while we were doing dishes after eating our ritual cheese toasted sandwiches and bean and bacon soup! He was excited, having picked up the ring on Saturday and couldn’t hold his surprise any longer, so in the kitchen over the sink was as good as any other place! I accepted and kissed him to death, I was so excited.
Some of the memories I have of our wedding day are crazy as we had to have our apartments cleaned and our stuff packed from our school year at BYU as Dave was attending as well, and he still had a paper to turn in before we could drive to the Salt Lake Temple, all before 9:45 a.m. when we were supposed to be there an hour early before the temple ceremony! Crazy wild! There were no pictures taken or any special hoop law for us as I had mentioned before, we had grown independent of parents out of necessity! Taking his senior year in two years so I could finish at BYU, Dave dropped a required course at U of I and enrolled at BYU getting his teaching certificate at BYU.
We both ended up attending each others ’ universities for a year so he could join the church, wait our year to get married in the temple and then both of us went back to BYU so I could finish my degree before Dave entered the army. It required much faith and diligence on both of our parts and independence from our families but what it did most for us was the sacrifice it took to get to know our Savior and place Him in the center of our relationship!
After the army, Dave and I moved back to the Salt Lake Valley and we began our life with always looking for adventure! Traveling even it was just an overnighter at a camp site exploring Bend, Oregon, or staying at a cheap hotel in St. George so we could find the warmth of the Red Cliffs Golf Course in the early 1970’s after army days! It didn’t take us long to find friends who liked Lake Powell and we spent some 40 years enjoying that national water park with our family! Our Hawaii, Mexico, Carribbean trips followed as Dave won realtor contests selling real estate for Mc Dougal Realtors,even one to Disneyland taking our kids in shifts, all nine eventually.
We then picked up two time shares so we could take our family vacations every year with them. We ventured on our own picking up our 4 return missionaries at the completion of their service: Orlando, Florida, Disneyworld with Sean returning from Chile since it was winter there when he finished! Secondly, to Philadelphia to get Jeremy, bringing Janelle along so we all could see his mission and then relax at a condo we traded in the forests of Penn. Chelsea was called to Spain so we were able to visit her in Barcelona, visit her mission, stay a week and then back through Paris! Our last missionary was Cara which took us to Washington DC.
We have enjoyed many times in Europe, Wales, England, Scotland, France, Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Greek Isles, Italy, Monaco, Egypt, The Holy Land, Peru, Mexico, Tahiti, Bora Bora and other south pacific isles and continue to explore the world!
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My dad Barry Bastian once told me I looked like my Aunt Rochelle. I always thought there was no greater compliment as Aunt Rochelle was beautiful (gorgeous cheekbones), full of life, laughter and talent. This is a picture Aunt Rochelle (right), me, (middle) and Morris's daughter Irene, while I was attending BYU, circa 1985. We were having lunch at Grandma Bastian's Condo in Provo with Carlos Asay, a relative and General Authority. I marveled then and now at Aunt Rochelle's life, her service to God, her love of family, her adventurous spirit and the joy she exudes. She is a "[wo]man after the Lord's own heart" 1 Sam 13:14
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My dad Barry Bastian once told me I looked like my Aunt Rochelle. I always thought there was no greater compliment as Aunt Rochelle was beautiful (gorgeous cheekbones), full of life, laughter and talent. This is a picture Aunt Rochelle (right), me, (middle) and Morris's daughter Irene, while I was attending BYU, circa 1985. We were having lunch at Grandma Bastian's Condo in Provo with Carlos Asay, a relative and General Authority. I marveled then and now at Aunt Rochelle's life, her service to God, her love of family, her adventurous spirit and the joy she exudes. She is a "[wo]man after the Lord's own heart" 1 Sam 13:14
