Louise Aposhian

Louise Boehme Aposhian 1903 ~ 2009 Louise Boehme Aposhian, 105, of Salt Lake City, Utah, returned home to her Heavenly Father, in the quiet of the morning on Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at the home of her only child, son Arno George Aposhian. Louise was born in Cokeville, Wyoming, on December 3, 1903, to proud German immigrant parents, Arno Fredrick Boehme and Anna Dorothea Hansen. When Louise was nearly 7 years old, her mother died from birthing complications and rheumatism leaving young Arno Fredrick to raise his family alone. Sometime later, her father married Louises Aunt Caroline Dorothy Hermina Hansen. Together, they raised 16 wonderful children. While still in her youth, Louise became fluent in both the German and English languages and used this knowledge to translate for her parents when associating with the rural farming community of friends and neighbors alike. In the farming community of Geneva, Idaho, she learned how to run and operate a Titan tractor that came with a myriad assortment of attachments. Eventually, Louise became highly skilled and proficient enough to do a grown mans work. This great accomplishment provided needed income during this time of her life. Louise honed skills in farming techniques, was a fine seamstress, had great gardening abilities and enjoyed sharing her culinary talents with friends and family. It was sometime in the year 1925 or 26, Louises father convinced her to homestead a grazing tract of 640 acres in Salt Canyon, Wyoming. With the help of her father, Louise built a little home during her tenancy on the homestead. Today, the home is part of her estate, near the Brickyard in the Sugarhouse area of Salt Lake. Then on June 20, 1934, after many successful dates, she married the handsome and charismatic Armenian, Jacob James Aposhian. On October 29, 1935, Louise and Jim became the proud parents of Arno George, named after both grandfathers and in her own words she remembers, He was a skinny, ugly baby and through the years has been the greatest joy and blessing to me that anyone could ever have. Arno was indeed a hard worker, like most of my family.