Thursday, October 8, 2015

Seven Septembers -Our Cousin Reunion Finally!

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It had been seven Septembers since I had seen my five cousins at their Mother's and my Aunt Grace's Memorial Service.  Jim was working but I was able to go up with my brother, Steve.  It was a rare opportunity to have extended quality time with my brother.  Jim hadn't been back to Washington since June of 1969 when we attended my Grandmother's funeral just a year after we were married almost to the day.

We were invited to go up for a family reunion on the 24th of September this year.  We were so happy to be included in this gathering.  I was so afraid something would happen like last year, that would prevent our going, so we were so thrilled to pull out of the driveway before sunrise on the 23rd and head up there to Washington.

We decided to drive up the coast of northern California on Hwy 1 and then cut over to eastern Washington via Grants Pass, Oregon where we spent the night.  What an amazingly wonderful day. September 23 was the first day of Autumn and such a breathtaking journey. Not because of the autumn colors just yet, but because we drove through the Big Redwood Tress, saw the ocean often and passed thorough towns like Mendocino below.  A ten hour journey, off the beaten path through this glorious scenery, can change a person into someone better. We loved every minute of it.  We have come to embrace our road trips.  They create some of the best "alone times" we ever seem to manage to have anymore.



There is something so stunning about 
these trees that make you feel peaceful 
and reverent towards our Creator!


The Pacific Ocean
 Simply Beautiful On a Sunny Day


Mendocino
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This September was to be a very special one for me and of course for Jim too.   Not only would I be able to see my beloved cousins again but we would be meeting  our "new" cousin, William and his wife Rita, also for the first time.

William was adopted at birth.  Through nothing short of a major miracle, he found his siblings in December of 2013 due to a series of very fortunate events.  Those included his great desire to press on for 35 years to find his birth mother after he learned he was adopted.  His friend, Nancy, who does genealogy took an interest in his story.  She also persuaded him to do DNA testing.  That produced a trail to his father.  I had written a blog piece on my sweet Aunt Grace when she died and posted it on this blog in 2008.  It contained pictures of all the kids and her obituary.  It also contained pictures of her both in her youth and when she was older.


 You can read about it here:

Nancy found the blog post via searching the Internet.  As a result of that Google find and the steps that preceded it, William discovered not only his father but his mother and five full siblings! I'll never forget the joy of that Christmas in 2013. When we all found out we rejoiced.  Every one of my cousins welcomed Bill with open arms and unconditional love from the onset!  What a precious gift!  It was overwhelming and wonderful to all of us.  It was a spiritual time, an emotional time and has been an ongoing celebration.  It is the miracle and story that never grows old.

You can read about it here:
http://bonsblogbydesign.blogspot.com/2014/06/by-grace-of-god.html


Oregon was so pretty.  The forest is so thick it looks
 like the mountains are carpeted with pine trees.
It reminded us of the Sierras
 near Reno when we were kids!


This is my idea of car camping...
Find a great secluded place...
Grab lunch from your cooler...
Recline your leather seats and take a little nap...
Hit the road again.
That is as rustic as I get. 
Poor Jim!

We arrived in eastern Washington and got settled into our hotel Thursday evening.  We were going to meet the cousins at 1:00 for lunch at Chuck and Jane's house on Friday to kick off the reunion.  I was so excited and nervous!  How weird is that? Not being excited but being nervous!   The minute I saw all of them my fears vanished in a heart beat.  I just wanted everything to be perfect and as it turned out it was.  More than 'over the moon' perfect actually.

Before we went over for lunch, we took a ride to the cemetery to visit the graves of my aunt and uncle and our grandmother. I felt we would probably go as a group but didn't want to miss going if our cousins had other plans. It was exactly as I had remembered it. Green, pristine and very quiet. There was no one there to ask so it took me a little while to remember exactly where the headstones were but we did find them.






Our Grandmother 
Alice Grace Godfrey Colberg Yeasley


Mt. Hope Cemetery
College Place, Washington


We lingered awhile and then...
It was time to go meet the 
cousins for lunch.

Chuck and Jane hosted three of the meals we shared together as a family.  They live in town and have such a pretty home.  They just recently remodeled and got all new furnishings and it is stunning.  In my interior design days I have worked in hundreds of beautiful homes and this one was perfectly done.  It's so pleasing to the eye and so welcoming.  It is elegant and comfortable.  Chuck credited his artistic wife, Jane, with all the talent. 

 Ray and Judy also hosted all of us.  They live a few miles away on a farm.  What an ideal place to be.  Beautiful, comfortable, secluded and tranquil!  These four cousins cannot be topped as gracious hosts.  Everything was well-planned and every meal a treat.  The activities and the relaxing times were just outstanding and perfect.  It was truly one of the best trips we have ever taken! 

We spent part of each day at both houses. It was just the right mix of everything.   Fun activities, lots of time to just talk and catch us, the best company and delectable food and treats.  We went to the cemetery as a family and on Sunday night we watched the blood moon rising from various vantage points with spectacular views.  We shared pictures and family stories and family videos.  It was simply the best.  One day some went to see the artwork of David's son Brandon.  He does some super artwork and was selling it at the festival.  He stopped by to see everyone one evening with his two kids, Zander and Avery. He's our other family genealogist in the family up there.  It was nice to talk with him.  The men did a few guys things, some played golf, some stayed at the house and relaxed and Jim went to a museum about the history of the area.  Meanwhile the ladies made autumn wreathes to  remember this reunion by.


Early morning sunrise golf for Chuck, 
Jake, And David's son, Brandon, 
who joined them for the game.

 I've never really been able to experience farm life for a few days as an adult and it was transforming.  When was the last time you got to just sit and gaze off the front porch into a beautiful valley dotted with farms and facing the mountain range in the distance?  The porch spans the front of the house and  is lined with chairs for that very purpose.  Or when did you just sit for a few hours and chat with your cousins while watching sheep play follow the leader, in a pen somewhat far away but within sight of the porch?  Or tasted an apple still alive having just been plucked from a tree?   Or walked through a harvested corn field?   It was heavenly to spend time out there both day and night.



A View From The Porch

Ray built a really neat gazebo with an open top for sitting out by the fire pit and viewing the starry starry nights. Out there in the country where they have few lights to dim the starlight it is spectacular to gaze at that night sky.   The gazebo frame is large and has full size wooden bench swings all around hanging from it.  Ray is a teacher and has a lot of the same interests as Jim.  And they are both always on the go!  This family meshes so well, we are so blessed.  They all made us both feel so welcome.

Here are several photos that will be self-explanatory for the most part.


This is my new cousin William.
The joy of giving him that first big hug
 cannot be expressed.

And this one was pretty great too
in the cemetery near his parents' gravesite.




Jane in their lovely dining room area. 
 The windows are so phenomenal.
They bring the lovely garden right into the room. 
We just love Jane! 
She is classy and so much fun!


My cousin David and his wife Pennie
 at the beautiful buffet table.
She is a budding genealogist!
Pennie is so precious to me.  
We are working on her genealogy together 
on the phone! She is a fast learner!



Bill's wife, Rita, my cousin Judy and
 Shaun, my cousin Jake's wife.
I can't tell you how much I love this group
of beautiful cousins!


Beautiful Jane with my dear cousin Chuck!
Chuck and I were born 11 months apart
and I'm sure we hung out as babies 
since we lived in the same town.

They seem so together, happy and content. 
 They are just so relaxed and easy to be with...we miss them.  
We love them both to pieces!


Our grandparents only had 3 granddaughters!
Judy on the left and Jan on the right.
I love these two amazing women
 with all my heart and soul.
I'd choose them as my sisters any day!

Memories run deep with them.
All of these cousins are a big part of 
my Aunt Grace and our Grandma to me.
I did not know their Dad very well and our 
Grandfather died before any of us were born.



William, Me, Chuck, Janny, Judy, David and Jake
All the cousins on my Dad's side. 
 I wish my brothers and their wives 
could have been with us. I'll include a photo of them
since many of our cousins have not seen them for 
a long time.




Steve and Emily 
With 2 of their grandkids
 Sebastian and Samantha



Marilyn and Gary


David, Pennie, Jim, Bonnie, Jan, 
Chuck, Jane, Ray, Judy, 
Rita, William and Jake.  
Jake's wife Shaun took this picture. 


Jake and Shaun
Our newlyweds of 6 years
Cinderella and Her Prince!

One of the things we did as we gathered around the grave was we sang "You Are My Sunshine" because Aunt Grace used to sing it to the kids.  It made me wondered if her Mom sang it to her ever?  Also it made me think about my Dad and that he use to always sing to us as well.  His two songs were, "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles" and "The Yellow Rose of Texas!"  That must have been for his cute little niece, Shaun, who later married Jake.  She is the sweetest Southern Belle!  Full of charm~I could listen to her talk forever.  Uncle Ross would have loved her. 


Judy and her husband Ray
We like their life style on the farm very much!
These two are an amazing couple.
They are happy and good together!
They are very new empty nesters!
Judy is so much like Grace!
When I am with her I am with her mother.
My heart is just full I could talk about these cousins non-stop!

Oh Wait...I am!  sigh...


This is Pennie and David with Kirby 
their little Chihuahua on one of the hanging swings.

At last count my siblings and their wives had six of these little critters between them.  Wait! Is there a gene for Chihuahua lovers?  These two are so much fun.  I can still hear David's hearty laugh when we shared a funny video with them from our reunion with our kids, made a few years ago.

 Aunt Grace always loved to swim and had a pool at her houses in Sacramento and Redding.  She and I would hang out in the pool and talk for hours on end.  That is why I feel I know these cousins so well in spite of not seeing them very often growing up.  I don't think she ever mentioned David without calling him, "My David."  He is such a sweet man.  We love him dearly.  He and Pennie had a serious accident a few years ago.  We are so blessed to have them with us still!  Thank heavens!


Jake holding up his pink ice cream cone 
to a painting done by my Aunt Grace!
The painting is my favorite of her pieces. 
 It hangs in Judy's and Ray's beautiful new 
Farm Style Kitchen.

Jake is the youngest of my boy cousins and I remember him as the cutest little blond boy when we were growing up.  He always had a twinkle in his eye and he still does.  Such a good man and a very fun guy.  He married the perfect woman for him.  They radiate their love for each other.   It's heartwarming. They live in a castle by the sea...just too far away from all of us!


The Colbergs are traditionally ice cream lovers 
from way back as I understand it!  


      Here's another shot of Judy's kitchen and
 some of the cabinetry and island.   
      Rita is helping with the sandwich bar we 
had one evening at the farm. 

Just like me, Rita has two brothers!
We talked about that and how she got 
    5 new sisters too when William found them. 
What a Blessing Bill and Rita are! 
It truly feels like they have always been with us.
I couldn't be happier with all the spouses 
of my cousins and they loved Jim too!

Judy is an amazing baker 
and made this bread that morning, 
farm fresh eggs for the egg salad, etc.
It was the perfect dinner after the 
scrumptious Mexican dish and all the
 trimming that Jane had prepared for lunch.




Rita's birthday was during the visit and 
Jane made a fantastic Thanksgiving Dinner for lunch. 


Jane's Beautiful Table!
 Rita's Pumpkin Pie with the candle in it.
Who wouldn't want to do this for 
their birthday?
Two Thanksgiving this year!
And we're twice as thankful so it works!
Perfect!

Guess what Judy made for us around dinner time
 that night?  She let Rita Choose!



Happy Birthday Rita!


The Best Carmel Apples E. V. E. R!

God bless you, Judy, for your talent, skills, and your love of nurturing from your special kitchen.  The Carmel Apples, popcorn, cheese and ice cream was Perfect.  Delicious and Fun and we all did appreciate this so much.  Good choice, Rita!

One morning we had ice cream on our oatmeal casserole that Jane made.  This family knows know how to throw a spectacular party.  I think Auntie Grace and My Dad would have would have loved this!  


Speaking of love...Shaun Hugging Judy!

There was a lot of love and hugs going on this entire time.  Especially in this beautiful country kitchen that night.  Their mother Grace was a master of showing affection and love!  No one ever had to wonder if they were loved when she was around. Her kids are all just like her.  The way she loved you was contagious.  And she was never afraid to say, "I love you!"  I for one, loved that about her.


Gathering under the Gazebo frame and the fire pit.  
That was especially fun!  We enjoyed the stories
 of the cousins' youth and things that William 
is catching up on about their childhood.


Ma Kettle and Her Beau!
Yikes I am actually posting this?
Scroll down quickly!


The Surprise Craft Project Judy organized


I wish I even knew who made each of these!
At our table Jan and Pennie and I had our eyes glued 
to our projects so we would not tar and feather 
ourselves with the glue glue and wreath embellishments!


The wrath I made will remind me of this amazing time. 
I'm still re-gluing some of the stuff!
 Judy supplied everything and it was a 
lot of fun doing it together.  
Judy is a natural!
We worked hard let me tell ya! 
Right, Janny Girl?  



Jake and Jim
The guys up in the mountain
 across the valley from the house 
waiting for the Blood Moon.

It did my heart good to see Jim among 
these wonderful men.
We have a close family no in-laws.  
Just cousins one and all.



I adore this photo and these guys...
it is one my favorites!


The sun setting on our family time together!  
We will miss all of you and hope we can make this a tradition!
Thanks Jake for the golfing photo, the front yard and valley
 and this amazing sunset.







The next morning we headed home...
We were sad to leave but so thankful for
 the time we had to celebrate 
Our Miracle!  
To honor our ancestors by remembering 
all they have blessed us with all of our lives.


The above is a photo of Jan's.  We removed it from its frame on her bedroom wall and I took this photo with my iPhone. Our Grandma is the 5th from the left in the top row.  Jan is like me she, she treasures the family memories and memorabilia as we all do.   She knew stories about our Grandmother that she shared that were so precious to me.  That is what led to her letting me copy this photo.

So I wanted to share the photo here.  It is another treasured reminder of this beautiful time.  Thank you everyone for the outstanding and poignant memories!  We love each and every one of you with all our hearts!  Let's do this again soon!



The best part of it all!  
Their family is together again...this time forever!



What was left of the Blood Moon 
in the early morning heading south to our home!


Lots of beautiful scenery all the way home.


Mt Hood in the distance!


Our first big show of colors this Autumn!


Nice to see a big body of water in Oregon!


Just a few miles from home and this was simply stunning. 
 A perfect ending to a beautiful time!


Saturday, September 5, 2015

A Simple Woman's Daybook~September 5, 2015


Our lives pass swiftly by! I want to do something to remember
the everyday moments and my thoughts about them.  
That is what this Daybook is all about.
Focusing on the little things that become my life.
One entry at a time.


Just for today~Saturday, September 5, 2015
Outside my window...It is 6:15 pm and I am sitting down to write a Daybook for the first time in over 5 months.  It has been far too long and I feel I really cannot let the sun set today without at least beginning again. I am playing catch up for sure on this one.  I am disappointed in myself for slacking off this much for the first time in literally years.  

It is beautiful out right now.  Just perfect in temperature and the bright sun has headed further west casting a nice shade over our home and yard.  The week ahead is to be hot again so we are enjoying every minute of this cooler weather right now.  Jim is out working in his wood shop and I have been working all day on all kinds of things.  The coolness brings added energy.  We do not have air conditioning so we have to start very early on the hot days to get things done.  Today was more leisurely.

Here a few highlights to catch up...2015.  Easter Time found us in Utah for a few weeks with Jen and her family. We had an excellent time with all of them.  Nobody makes an Easter Basket Like Jen.  The woman is an artist.  Lucky Girls! 

In May and June we were in Rhode Island, and Loughborough, England visiting our kids and grandkids. 

How lucky to see all ten of the grandkids in such a short span of time.  We also went to visit our friends, the Rayners, in Chester, England and toured around Wales visiting our ancestors' old stomping grounds.  We did lots of sightseeing and it was all spectacular.  I have been working on posts of all of that but they are not done yet. 

At the end of June we had a big backyard party for Jim's co-workers at the temple. In July Jennifer and our 4 grandgirls came for 11 days and we had a lot of adventures.  Lowell came as his work would permit for three days.  At the end of that we had a family reunion in our backyard so everyone could see them. 

 A week after they left I flew to Utah to attended The BYU Genealogy Conference for four days and then Jim came up with his mom for Owen's baptism on August 1st.  

In August we had something major every weekend. I taught a class called The Traveling Genealogist.  It was fun and relaxed and on how to travel and work on your family history at the same time.   The week before last we had three weddings and one pre-wedding dinner for 40 here at our house.  During that same week we had a family funeral for one of Jim's cousin a few times removed who was 93. He was a great man.  Because it was out of town we were gone 8 hours!  So come to think of it I am not surprised I haven't done a daybook in forever and a day.

I am thankful for...everything good in my life and for the challenges and God's help in getting us through them.  It is great to know he is always there for us no matter what the problem or what the solution. We are never alone if we choose to live in his presence.  If there is anything I have learned over and over again in my life it is that faith is the opposite of fear.

From the learning room...I am learning that new beginnings are always possible.  I can begin again as many times as I need to orchestrate my life in a better way.  I learned about a psychology term called "flow" yesterday.  It is fascinating and one we can all relate to on many levels.  Google the term flow~psychology.  I learned about it in Weight Watchers but it has application in all aspect of our lives.  Yes, I am back at that again after two months away.  I will be a member all of my life.  Going back was a good decision.  Only up 1.8 pounds in all the traveling indulgences.  May I say, God is Good!

I am reading...the words of wise people in several areas. Spiritual, health, genealogy, family things, household things, relationship things.  I really enjoy learning, it keeps me more in tune with God, myself, others and the world around us.

On Pinterest This Week....I have enjoyed my daily journey of pinning the beautiful things in this life that I enjoy and that mean something to me.  Here is my favorite pin from the last few days: Autumn...Bring It!


https://www.pinterest.com/pin/252272016604364838/

From the kitchen...We have been enjoying the organic garden tomatoes this month.  Sorry to see them almost done for this year.  We eat light in the summer with all the melons, and fruits and vegetables.  I love a summer dinner plate...so colorful and delicious.  All stocked up for a healthy week.

Some spiritual thoughts I have been having...I have been thinking about the truly loving nature of our Heavenly Father and The Savior.  I have tried to be more aware of the blessing and miracles all around us and it is totally amazing. Faith in God opens doors to every possible way to be happy and feel secure in this fallen world.  His love is a protection for us and a sturdy foundation to build our lives upon. Sharing these common beliefs with the most important people in our lives is important to us.  It draws us much closer to our beautiful family and friends.

Someone I am praying for this week...Our family, some friends that are struggling with health and family issues, little babies with injuries and health issues.  Older people that are bothered by the chronic issues of aging and young kids returning to school.  Prayer is a constant thing for those we love.  We have also been praying regarding the drought in California and other places, the rampant fires, the people whose lives are affected.

I am hearing...The silence of a beautiful Sunday morning.  I hear Jim buzzing around getting ready for church.  I need to do  the same shortly.  I am looking forward to it today.  Such a stabilizing force for good and association with great people.

One of my pleasures...having my desk organized and straightened up.  A constant chore but worth the effort.  I am always working on it.  I need to go through my file cabinets and get some clutter out of them that I no longer need.

Pet Peeves...One thing that is my delight and my nemesis is the constant changing of technology regarding, computers, software, hardware, etc.  I love it and I hate it. I am still trying to get my new computer and laptop organized and set up after a few months.  There is always so much to learn and know...sometimes it makes me tired.

Past Remembrance...when Jim and I first learned about home computers and how we spent a long time being very curious about what one would do with one?  We came to the conclusion we didn't think we would need one.  We already had a place to store all our recipes and other importnat things. Haha!

If I could change one thing it would be...my knees!  And whatever else others need to function better and do their life in less pain.

An enjoyable movie/ TV show we have watched lately...Poldark.  A must see.  A Masterpiece TV series.  Exceptional.  Aidan Turner is magnificent in it.

I Am Quoting...




I am curious about...When we can get back to Europe to explore all the other Welsh lines we have and maybe get to Sweden.  We have enjoyed our travels so much.  It is a lot of work but so rewarding and fun.   Hopefully we can get back soonish, because now that Jim can drive there so well..I don't want him to forget how!  

Plans for the rest of the week...haven't decided for sure on Labor Day yet, either Temple, and a BBQ with the ward or Stay home and relax! Tuesday work, Wednesday, etc. not much on the calendar so that means get caught up on things and maybe do some more writing.  There is never a lack of things to do, that is for sure.   We are heading to Washington State for a family reunion with my cousins on my Dad's side later this month.  Just four days but it will be great!  Also my friend, Carol, is having her birthday this week so that will entail some fun I'm sure.  And I have some genealogy classes to prepare in the coming weeks.

One of my favorite things...autumn which is almost here.  There are things to look forward to and plan.  Thinking about the holidays and wondering how they are coming around again so quickly?  Thinking about getting out the fall decorations.  But with another heat wave coming maybe it won't be this week. 


One thing that made me so happy this past week...We had a fun dinner with my brother Steve and his wife Emily. That was so nice to just sit and chat with them,  Also our grandson, Connor, got his first job at Pizza Pie Cafe.  He rocks!

The most surprising thing this past week...Our water heater died on Monday.  Jim and Dave installed a new one on Monday night. (God bless those two.) By Tuesday it was competed and we had hot water again.  I off-handedly mention, "I think the dishwasher will be next."  The next morning Jim turned on the dishwasher and it was leaking all over the place.  Hmm..at least after removing the whole thing Jim saw the problem and it was only a $30.00 fix not a new dishwasher this time.  Whew!  God bless him doubly!

Here is a Photo I'm Sharing...these are some pine trees at Soda Springs that we saw coming home from Utah on August 2nd.  They looked so pretty after 8 hours in the Nevada dessert.  However, as we came down out of the Sierras it got dryer and dryer and many trees are not doing well in our beautiful State.  We need rain so desperately. Please pray for our trees and the things that make California so beautiful.  And that there will not be any more fires in the west to threaten lives or property.  Thanks Friends!




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Monday, August 24, 2015

UK Musing From Wingham, England

25 May 2015



Gobery Hill Cottage 

I’m sitting in this beautiful home we have rented in Wingham, England. I’ve been pondering the experiences we have had in Wales within the last week. This home is called Gobery Hill Cottage and is just the perfect place for writing.  The vantage point of this photo is facing the cottage back door of the cottage which has an outstanding view from the dining table.  Today the family went to Dover Castle for a special re-enactment of WWII and I had the entire day to write.  



The dining room has floor to ceiling windows overlooking the gorgeous lush green garden with grass and trees. The sky is like a video presentation of various cloud formations moving quickly across the sky.They vary in color, size and shape.  This scenic sky is insuring that the experienced person will be layering today and taking a brollie along. There are some park benches in the garden for just being.  There are lovely potted flowers on the patio and planted in beds around the perimeter of the yard. Added perks include little bunnies hopping through the yard now and then. The environment for writing is important for me. Solitude and quiet are essential.  Beauty is helpful as well.  I am in love with this day!

This reminds me of the day I was able to write all day in Yosemite looking out through the huge  windows from a secluded place within the big lobby of the Ahwahnee Hotel. That was four days after Jim and I retired in 2010.  That was more than five years ago now but seems like yesterday.   The scenery was captivating. There is something calming about elements of nature that open my spirit, heart and mind to thoughts that only surface with less confusion when I write.

We have been here a couple of days with our kids Chris and Melissa and their four kids.  The house was rented  so we could all  have a little vacation together as well.  It is hard to believe they have already been living in the UK in Loughborough England for nearly a year.  A Sabbatical at the University Design School in Loughborough brings them here.  As I begin my musings about this trip they have only about six weeks before they will return home to Utah.  We have already spend some time in Loughborough at their amazing home and find it absolutely charming.  Oh there is so much to tell!

I will write about all our time there later as we are still going to be there for a few weeks once we leave Kent and go north to their home.   

 The Uk is very different in many ways that the USA and yet very familiar too.  There are a lot of adjustments going on as we make our way from place to place.  It's all about adapting, something that seems to get harder as you get older.  

It is all about “no hurry” over here. It is good for my legs but not my nerves because the American contingency I’m with is still on the fast track. The same held true for getting new sim cards for our old phones. We needed a hotspot and they were out. We couldn’t find one until getting to Chester*, England and then when we got it, it didn’t work well. It’s nothing akin to a hotspot in the US that is just incorporated into your internet provider fees…the hotspot here is an added device you carry with you.  

*Chester will have it's own post as well.  I feel such an urgency to get the genealogical parts of the trip down first.  

Here is a little about our cottage here in Wingham before I dive completely into the trek to Wales.  



Chris and Missy's Room


The grandkid slept in this upstairs room.


The Living Room



Our Melissa~Our Magician in the Kitchen!  
She is unbelievably good at the culinary arts.


The Kitchen was so nice and well-stocked.


Our Cozy Room


The Game Room


The Loo

They have these incredibly modern bathrooms in some places but not one of them throughout the Kingdom has a socket in the bathroom for blow-drying your hair. What the heck? That does not seem to have changed in 20 years.  It wouldn’t be bad if they placed their mirrors close to the plugs they do have but that doesn’t necessarily happen. I could go on but you get the picture. Even getting ready for the day is a chore until you acclimate. Different is not bad, it is just different and it takes some adjustments to your regular mindless routines.

We take our conveniences at home for granted and we are far too dependent upon them and our many creature comforts. Don't get me wrong this home was spectacular and spacious with all the amenities but still no place for plugging in your hair dryer that was convenient.  It's not a priority in England apparently.

First hand experiences are so enlightening and reveal things about one’s self one might not really want to know. Just sayin’. Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue…

All that aside we had a lovely, lovely time in Wingham, England.  There were some great family times and fun adventures in Kent.  We went to Warwick Castle and Canterbury Cathedral.  The ward we visited was so friendly and kind.  We made new friends with shared values in a matter of minutes. That is one think I truly love about The Church. There are so many good people and hunting for common ground is unnecessary.  I cannot help thinking what a wonderful experience this is for Chris and Missy and their kids.  They have been so thoughtful in how they have spent their time here.  They ave been to western Europe and all around the UK during this year.  These kids are so privileged, they have grown closer than ever and this has been all good for them.  They have missed their friends and things at home but like all all of us...when they get home they will long for these memories once again.






Saturday, April 4, 2015

Easter Thoughts 2015




Our Easter celebration and commemoration is upon us.  The glorious event pictured above is the culmination of this week.  The joy of the open tomb of our resurrected Lord and Redeemer. The events leading up to it were not so pleasant.

I have written a lot of Easter posts in the past few years and have given talks about Easter on Easter in church more than once or twice.  But for a couple of years I had been trying to remember where I had seen the Easter passages that really touched my heart several years ago.  It was in one of our church books somewhere.  I am excited that I have found it again and I love this so much.  This is a talk given by Jeffery R. Holland when he was the President of Brigham Young University in 1985.  I found a portion of it in his book entitled On Earth As It Is On Heaven.  It was published in 1989 By Deseret Books.

The book included a portion of the talk in this anthology.  The Chapter heading is I Stand All Amazed.  Hmm, being the researcher in training these days I thought maybe...just maybe there is a talk online by Elder Holland with the same title.  Bingo.  I found it on Google is a nano second.

So I have given you a portion of his words where he is quoting a former Apostle, Elder Melvin J Ballard later on in the text.

Elder Holland...




“There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country:
“And when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it.
“And the husbandmen took his servants, and beat one, and killed another, and stoned another.
“Again, he sent other servants more than the first: and they did unto them likewise.
“But last of all he sent unto them his son, saying, They will reverence my son.
“But when the husbandmen saw the son, they said among themselves, This is the heir; come, let us kill him, and let us seize on his inheritance.
“And they caught him, and cast him out of the vineyard, and slew him.” (Matt. 21:33–39.)

That is the moment at which we find ourselves on the summit of Golgotha. It is not a pleasant story. Through patience that seems inordinately generous, the Father and the Son have waited and watched and worked in this vineyard for mercy to run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream. But they have not run. Not only have the prophets and faithful few been killed, but now so is to be the son of the Lord of the vineyard. A terrible, incalculable price is to be paid, and it wounds the human heart to tell it.
In the midst of the swearing and the spit, the thorns and the threats, the ridicule and the rending of his garments; added to the crushing weight of his own body straining for support on the very nails that have been driven into his hands and into his feet; with friends in retreat and foes as far as the eye could see, the worst possible scene in this divine drama unfolds.
Perhaps the briefest glimpse is given of the terrible emotions and forces at work here when we read lines intentionally preserved for us in the original Aramaic: “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” (Matt. 27:46.)
There is one thing and one thing alone this Only Begotten Son has been sure of: the love and companionship and unwavering support of his father. Consider these lines taken almost at random from the Gospel of John. They are suggestive of a theme that runs throughout that book.
“The Son can do nothing of himself, but what he seeth the Father do: … The Father loveth the Son, and sheweth him all things that himself doeth.” (John 5:19–20.)
“I came down from heaven, not to do mine own will, but the will of him that sent me.” (John 6:38.)
“I am not come of myself, but he that sent me is true, whom ye know not. But I know him.” (John 7:28–29.)
“The Father that sent me beareth witness of me. … If ye had known me, ye should have known my Father also.” (John 8:18–19.)
“I and my Father are one.” (John 10:30.)
“He gave me a commandment, what I should say, and what I should speak.” (John 12:49.)
“Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me.” (John 16:32.)
And then this assertion, perhaps the most painful of all: “I am not alone, but I and the Father that sent me. … He that sent me is with me: the Father hath not left me alone; for I do always those things that please him.” (John 8:16, 29.)
That one constant thread of doctrine and belief, the one certainty he had in spite of what might happen among mortal friend and foe: “[My] Father hath not left me alone; for I do always those things which please him.”
And now, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
May I share this from Elder Melvin J. Ballard, written many years ago:
“I ask you, what father and mother could stand by and listen to the cry of their children in distress … and not render assistance? I have heard of mothers throwing themselves into raging streams when they could not swim a stroke to save their drowning children, [I have heard of fathers] rushing into burning buildings to rescue those whom they loved.
“We cannot stand by and listen to those cries without its touching our hearts. … He had the power to save, and He loved His Son, and He could have saved Him. He might have rescued Him from the insult of the crowds. He might have rescued Him when the crown of thorns was placed upon His head. He might have rescued Him when the Son, hanging between two thieves, was mocked with, ‘Save thyself, and come down from the cross. He saved others; himself he cannot save.’ He listened to all this. He saw that Son condemned; He saw Him drag the cross through the streets of Jerusalem and faint under its load. He saw the Son finally upon Calvary; he saw His body stretched out upon the wooden cross; he saw the cruel nails driven through hands and feet, and the blows that broke the skin, tore the flesh, and let out the life’s blood of His [Only Begotten] Son. …
“[He] looked on [all that] with great grief and agony over His Beloved [Child], until there seems to have come a moment when even our Saviour cried out in despair: ‘My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me.
“In that hour I think I can see our dear Father behind the veil looking upon these dying struggles, … His great heart almost breaking for the love that He had for His Son. Oh, in that moment when He might have saved His Son, I thank Him and praise Him that He did not fail us. … I rejoice that He did not interfere, and that His love for us made it possible for Him to endure to look upon the sufferings of His [Only Begotten] and give Him finally to us, our Saviour and our Redeemer. Without Him, without His sacrifice, we would have remained, and we would never have come glorified into His presence. … This is what it cost, in part, for our Father in heaven to give the gift of His Son unto men.
“He, … our God, is a jealous God—jealous lest we should [ever] ignore and forget and slight His greatest gift unto us”—the life of his Firstborn Son. (Melvin J. Ballard, Crusader for Righteousness,Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1966, pp. 136–38.)"

Elder Holland continues...
So how do we make sure that we never “ignore or slight or forget” his greatest of all gifts unto us?
We do so by showing our desire for a remission of our sins and our eternal gratitude for that most courageous of all prayers, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.” (Luke 23:34.) We do so by joining in the work of forgiving sins, which is so clearly demonstrated hour after hour, day after day, in temple work, from the baptismal font on the back of those twelve oxen deep inside the House of the Lord clear to the veil of the temple, the celestial room, and the Holy of Holies beyond it.
“‘Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ,’ [Paul commands us]. (Gal. 6:2) … The law of Christ, which it is our duty to fulfill, is the bearing of the cross. My brother’s burden which I must bear is not only his outward lot [and circumstance], … but quite literally his sin. And the only way to bear that sin is by forgiving it in the power of the cross of Christ in which [we] now share. Thus the call to follow Christ always means a call to share [in] the work of forgiving men their sins. Forgiveness is the Christlike suffering which it is the Christian’s duty to bear.” (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship, 2d ed., New York: Macmillan, 1959, p. 100.)
Surely the reason Christ said “Father, forgive them” was because even in the weakened and terribly trying hour he faced, he knew that this was the message he had come through all eternity to deliver. 
All of the meaning and all of the majesty of all those dispensations—indeed the entire plan of salvation—would have been lost had he forgotten that not in spite of injustice and brutality and unkindness and disobedience but precisely because of them had he came to extend forgiveness to the family of man.
Anyone can be pleasant and patient and forgiving on a good day. A Christian has to be pleasant and patient and forgiving on all days. It is the quintessential moment of his ministry, and as perfect in its example as it was difficult to endure.
Is there someone in your life who perhaps needs forgiveness? Is there someone in your home, someone in your family, someone in your neighborhood who has done an unjust or an unkind or an unchristian thing? All of us are guilty of such transgressions, so there surely must be someone who yet needs your forgiveness.
And please don’t ask if that’s fair—that the injured should have to bear the burden of forgiveness for the offender. Don’t ask if “justice” doesn’t demand that it be the other way around. No, whatever you do, don’t ask for justice. You and I know that what we plead for is mercy—and that is what we must be willing to give."


I find this to be extremely beautiful and poetic and true.  I especially love the portion where he is quoting Elder Ballard.  We often think of the magnitude of our Savior's sacrifice which is incomprehensible to us.  
But until I read this passage I never pondered deeply about the unfathomable anguish of Our Heavenly Father as He watched His Only Begotten Son experience this horrific death one hideous abuse after another, knowing that he could have stopped it.  But He, Our Heavenly Father, suffered it for us. Having a son of your own adds yet another dimension of appreciation for His gift.  Our Heavenly Father did this because He loves us...that much.  Imagine it!  It was for you and for me individually and all of us.  Not as a group but for each one.  
There are not words sufficient to express the gratitude we should feel for both The Father and The Son not just in this Holy Week but all the time.  Because of that pivotal and universal sacrifice the opportunity for everything that is important in this life and the next can be ours.  This should give us great cause alone to have A Very Happy Easter!

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Easter Eggs~I Learned Something Today!


I enjoy that a lot of our religious celebrations also are accompanied by cultural traditions that are fun for families and people everywhere.  Which one among us would not like to get a chocolate bunny for Easter no matter our age?  

I like occasions that unify us as a people, like Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, etc. There are far too many things that divide us as Americans. The speaker in church stated today that he had looked up Easter eggs and then he said something I cannot ever remember hearing before.  I may be showing my ignorance here!  Or have I known it before and dismissed or forgotten it?  Who can know for sure with the hard drive of my brain getting more full day by day?  


Anyway his talk prompted me to look Easter Eggs up on Wikipedia.  Sure enough his words were a direct quote from the Wiki.  

"Easter Eggs, also called Pascal Eggs, are decorated eggs that are often given to celebrate Easter or springtime.  As such, Easter Eggs are common during the season of Easter.  The oldest tradition is to use dyed and painted chicken eggs, but a modern custom is to substitute chocolate eggs, or plastic eggs filled with confectionary such as jelly beans. Eggs were a traditional symbol of fertility, and rebirth in Christianity. 

For the celebration of Eastertide, Easter Eggs symbolize the empty tomb of Jesus.  The Easter Egg, for Christians, is a reminder that Jesus rose from the grave, and that those who will also experience eternal life."

The part I didn't know was the underlined part of the above paragraph.  Easter Eggs symbolize the empty tomb of Jesus.  I never could really grasp that from the way Easter eggs were done in our childhood.  

But I think it is perfect for the way modern customs have provided us with the plastic eggs that open.  We normally put little treats inside, right?  There has got to be a clever little way to have kids find some eggs that are empty and that is the surprise inside. (So they don't burst into tears explain first perhaps? Like something far better awaits when you find an empty one?) Then following up with something about the resurrection for the little ones and a really special treat.  For what it is worth, it just made me think of a way we could incorporate a teaching moment along with an Easter Egg Hunt for our little ones.  

In keeping with my new resolve to post more often and reprise older posts here is one from 2011.

Easter Eggs


Wouldn't it be fun if you could save eggs your kids decorate when they are little that aren't hand blown and so fragile? Wouldn't it be neater if your little kids could even hold and decorate a blown out egg without cracking it?

Once while decorating eggs with my friend, Lee, I discovered that you can. Did you know that you can hard boil and decorate eggs that will last forever a long long time? If they don't have any cracks they will be just fine for years to come. I always thought they would start smelling rotten, but nope. All that happens is that the egg inside dehydrates and shrinks and they are like a little rattle over time. Think plastic egg with a small chocolate egg in it. The first few years I would leave them out but hidden for a few months to make sure they were not rotten before storing them away. I have never had a problem and neither has Lee and she still has some that her mother painted for her when she was a little girl. Try it, it is eggciting.


The eggs that you see with the patterns on them are done with hard boiled eggs and spring tissue papers. You just tear some pieces dip them in liquid starch and press them on the egg and dry. Our daughter, Jen, taught me this little trick ten years ago when we were in Scotland she made them for Piper's first Easter. I fell in love with them but they were the blown eggs so would not transport easily. Finally I just made some of my own. Again, my kinda thing. They really are pretty cute for the effort that goes into them.

Well, I hate to put all my eggs in one basket but this is probably the only crafting post you will ever see from this chick!

Friday, March 27, 2015

Easter Week is Coming

This is just beautiful and says it all. Remember Him!