Monday, November 29, 2010
My Hero.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Miss Congeniality

Chelsea Hale was one of a kind. To her, there were no “kinds,” only friends whom she individually recognized and loved despite their differences and shortcomings. At a young age, when teenagers typically worry about their looks, popularity, and own self-interests, Chelsea displayed wisdom beyond her years in perspective, maturity, and knowledge. She was the friend parents hope their children would befriend; she influenced many by her genuine friendship she offered to all.
I recall when Chelsea first moved to the neighborhood during elementary school. Her congeniality, sense of fun, and kindness made her a great friend to have around. I have many fond memories making funny little infomercials and videos (I wish I had them somewhere!) with Chelsea and another neighborhood friend, Kim Lambert. Chels brought creativity to any situation.
I remember Chelsea the most for remembering others. I will never forget when it was time for all of us graduating seniors to give a talk in church. Chelsea had a proclivity for speaking and writing in such a way that I still remember her words today. She addressed each leader and peer by name and expressed gratitude for what she had learned from them throughout the years. Chelsea taught me an important lesson that day. Life is about the relationships we instill and remember; there is something to be gleaned by each unique individual.
Thank you for your example and reminder of the finest things in life that indeed, last for an eternity.
Miss and love you Chelsea dear!
Camille Nelson
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Kiss
I am not known for being emotionally open with very many people, so being friends with Chelsea was like therapy for me. Up until I became close friends with Chelsea I had never had a friend who was also a girl. I remember when we were just beginning to be very close, one night we ended up being alone on the tan couch in the Hales basement. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but it occurred to me that this was the first time that I had been in a situation like that in my life…where I was unsupervised with a young lady, whom I was not trying to make out with. I remember feeling totally comfortable in the moment, and then I remember out of nowhere Chelsea leaning over and kissing me on the mouth. The whole idea of having a girl as a friend could have been compromised at that moment, but it wasn’t. Chelsea’s kiss was immediately recognized for what it was, a sign of affection from a close friend. Everyone else that I knew had stopped the practice of kissing their pals at about age five, or six, but not Chelsea. I admire the courage she had to always do and say what she was feeling, and the love and friendship that she shared with me that night is what I miss about Chelsea the most.
Chelsea never bought into the adolescent idea that you have to try to grow up as fast as you can. She showed affection like a child. I loved running into her unexpectedly and seeing her face light up the way my son’s does (sometimes anyway) when I’ve been away. There was pure honesty in her eyes that made me feel so loved. Chelsea is remembered for being kind, smart, a free spirit, a wonderful friend and many more things. I admire all of those qualities as well, but what I remember most is how she made me feel whenever I was lucky enough to be near her. Chelsea Hale is one of my best friends and I absolutely love her, and I am so grateful for her smile and embrace that showed that she absolutely loved me too.
Jared Mann
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
A Great Pioneer
Jason Pratt
Sunday, November 21, 2010
a sister of sorts.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Mafia
Not a day has passed in the past ten years that I have not thought about Chelsea. She made me want to be a better person in everyway possible. I remember during our first year of college we had been going to the U for about a week, the campus seemed huge and I often times felt lost. Then one day I was walking to my class and I see in the distance this beautiful girl with a huge smile. It was the first time we had run in to each other on campus. We gave each other a big hug and laughed for a few moments. It was like we hadn't seen each other in years even though we were probably together the night before. I can still see Chelsea's face that day in my mind. Much like the reunion we had on campus that day I look forward to another reunion with Chelsea. I love her and I miss her.
Rex
p.s. I would post some pictures but this is my first time blogging and I don't really know what I am doing.
Thursday, November 18, 2010

I was pretty unsure of myself in High school, I suppose this is not unique – but parts of high school were fairly painful due to this fact. As I watched Chelsea through this time I wished I could move through those times with as much grace and maturity as she. I would suspect that if we were to ask Chelsea how she felt she faired those 4 years she may not agree, but to the world around her she shown with a love that so many of us were not so confident to share.
I have struggled to think of any particularly poignant memories of Chelsea, I was not a close friend having many social interactions outside of school, but I did have seminary with Chels our senior year. We shared many conversations during that period and my admiration for this young woman grew. We talked about our busy lives keeping up with the exciting social obligations that came with being a senior, Chelsea as our class president. I remember so well her telling me about the exciting trip she would be taking to Africa to render service the upcoming summer – something of this nature had never crossed my mind! I recall thinking how absolutely awesome she was to do such a thing – and from there she set a standard for new goals and needed accomplishments for me.
I remember feeling so excited and flattered when invited to Chelsea’s house during the Christmas season our freshman year of college, to gather with some of our girl friends from high school. Chelsea and others had arranged an opportunity to render service. Again, at a time when life felt so overwhelming, figuring out how to be an adult, Chelsea was setting an example of what comes first, and again for me this became an example of something that should become a regular part of life.
When I saw Karen at Chelsea’s viewing, heart broken all I could say through my emotion was, “she was so nice to me”. Such a simple phrase and even adolescent, but something I cannot begin to express through limiting words what it meant to me. At a time where kindness and sincerity seemed a thing so impossible to receive from others at times, Chelsea was sure to show her kindness, acceptance, and love. She warmed my heart and made me feel comfortable in an uncomfortable time. It did not go unappreciated Chelsea.
Love,
Jessica Hadfield
PS - just had a thought of Chelsea in Pep-club, started to laugh. Chelsea you gave those marches the best you had and no one can say your heart wasn't in it. ;)