About Me

About Me

Maybe this is just what I needed- Tagged by Mary and a reason to begin again.

This is not unlike my life. I start and restart many many times. I guess as long as I do not give up, Hummm can I take consistence out of the dictionary? No just put my picture in the definition of "Try again"

1-What would be your ideal vacation? I would love to go to Israel, for at least a week, and see the Holy Land with my husband and some great LDS scriptorian and historian.

2-If you could have any paid career (with or without having to do through years of school to do it), what would it be? Seminary teacher. But in Utah that . . .I would even do it for the blessings.

3-What is your favorite song of all time? O Holy Night, How Great thou Art or Faith in Every Footstep. Boring eh??

4-What did you do on your very first date? hiked up Stone Mountain in Georgia and went to the amusement park on top. I can't remember the young man's name, he was a friend of my cousin, but it was really fun. Except for the part where my cousin, the driver of the car was going over 80 in the freeway . . .Remember this was 39 years ago and cars did not commonly go that fast, the speed limit was probably 60.

5-If you could have one free plastic surgery procedure, would you do? A major tummy (removal) tuck if a body transplant was not available. What would you change? everything below the chin, no below the lips (I kind'a like my smile,). No, I need lips, below the nose. No, the sinuses and surgical entry could . . , Below the eyes--but the eyelids are sagging. What about below the hair line? What the heck? there would not be much of me left. Just get rid of the stomach and left over sags! That would be great! Enough day dreaming!

6-What is your favorite guilty pleasure? Project Runway and Great Grains brownies.

7-What is your favorite day of the year? Thanksgiving. There is nothing to compare to the joy of recognizing our bountiful blessings, Family and the beginning of the Christmas Season--for the rest of the world-after all I get started long before that!

8-What did you do to celebrate the turn of the millenium (New Year's Eve, partying like it was 1999)? Who knows. I was just remember being grateful to be alive!

A beautiful view and excellent place to hike or a 'hell of a place to loose a cow'

This picture was taken at a recent trip to Bryce Canyon. When you consider Bryce, perspective is important. Bryce is a beautiful view, an excellent place to hike, or a "hell of a place to loose a cow."

Perspective or It's all in how you look at it

I spent some time with a friend today and once again came to the conclusion that pespective it all important!

My Mom forgot to get me a gift for my birthday. She has no idea how much that hurt my feelings, especially after Pat's family reunion. However, my mother is alive, a gift I can not begin to measure.

Another friend had a job offer, for a job he really wanted, withdrawn. But, he has a job. He is smart enough to look for employment while still employed. Such a disappointment, it cannot be denied. He has been looking for such a long time, But, he has a job.

Day after day I work with people trying to assist them in securing employment. and day after day we are met with challenges. Hundreds of applications for one job. I do not need a job, or so my husband says.

I taught a class on perspective as part of a graduate qualitative research class. I like to think I am aware of perspective. In my dissertation research three men with quadriplegia (that is how they prefer to be described if it is pertinent to the discussion) were working full time. they were grateful to be alive-looking at what they had instead of what they did not have. But there were many others that were on disability with far less disabling conditions. One told me that his hands were stiff and he could no longer lay bricks. Another had a bipolar and was content with receiving SSDI and working part time. As I interviewed people it became abundantly clear that the perspective of the client as well as the case manager/physical therapist was of critical importance. The support system available for the individual and secure housing were also critical factors. The individual with disabilities could not control all of the variables. But he/she can choose perspective.

So why write this? I have been through a rough patch. I pray I am through it! and I needed to be reminded that it's all in the perspective you choose. Yes, the glass is half empty and half full at the same time.

I wish it was easier to remember.

Because Kindness Matters

It's been a while, a long while but if I am ever to start again now is a great time.

Because Kindness Matters

As we go through life and experience the educational system and even Religion we learn that what we do matters.hat if I studied hard enough I could get an A. I would be judged by the quality of my work product. OK. But then there were the 'kiss-ups'. Nobody really liked them, or did they? If they were being nice to you or you were part of the privileged group, who knows. I wasn't part of the in crowd or at least not that I knew of.

Psychological studies have been done that show that after a teacher receives a gift from a student the teacher is no longer able to impartially judge the student or their work. jI came to know about this study via an incredible professor in my graduate studies. He refused a really cool gift that was part of a cultural presentation. How could that be? It is totally unconxcious on the part of the teacher. He/she simply has 'happy' thoughts when interacting with the student or reading the work of the generous student. The student did not offer the gift as a bribe. that was never his intention.

Have you ever been in a class with an individual that was a kiss-up and got the beat grades? You may have minimized their achievement because of their relationship with the teacher.
That may be so but perhaps not. The student may just be kind and thoughtful. I have taken treats to class absolutely without the intention of influencing the instructor. I was just being kind.

Have you ever been in a religious course where the teacher never even tried to learn you name? He could be a great source of knowledge but never smiled or invested himself in the process. A home teacher that comes every month (that would be a miracle in and of itself) but doesn't speak to you outside of your home. He may fulfill stated expectation. Just like the student that does a great job on a paper, also fulfilling every expectation but is a grouch in class.

What about the person at work that thinks he is better than you? He does a great job, but so do you. What about the kiss-up at work? You know one, the one that seems to get every advantage and promotion who may or may not do a good job. Who do you want to be around? And what is the culture or unexpected rules of your circle, be it Church, school, or neighborhood.

We are taught supreme justice. Do the right things and get the reward or at least avoid the pitfalls. However, attitude counts and kindness matters. It can be entirely unconscious that favors are given or not. Who wants to be around the girl that is the best at everything and lets you know about it? Do you want that person on your team? Or would you prefer the one that is a little more mortal, can make mistakes but accepts you, laugh with you and celebrate your success?

Kindness matters. The kiss-up might not be such a kiss-up but one that has learned that kindness matters. Why not try the old adage, "you can trap more flies with honey than vinegar?" Or what about the "kill them with kindness" approach? If being the best isn't getting you what you want maybe you are submersed in a culture not fully based on accompolishments. No matter how much we want to believe we will be judged righteously on our actions I am afraid the context counts. Who want a very proficient secretary that can not smile?

Remember the Primary song. I want to be kind to everyone, for that is right you see. I say to my self remember this, kindness begins with me.

Kindness can't be the only thing but it always matters.

Life is too short to be wasted.

I received this email from my cousin, Mary Kern I just got to see in Florida:
Minnie is her sister, another cousin.


Minnie's husband, David Shuler, died yesterday. He had stomach and esophogeal cancer. He took chemo and radiation therapy but it did not kill the cancer. He weighed about 80lbs when he died. He was asleep and just stopped breathing.

They are all glad he is not suffering anymore. Minnie said she saw his fathers face, our mothers face and several faces of his relatives. They were all smiling because they wanted him there in the spitit world.

His funeral will be short because that is the way he wanted it. It will be at the Shuler Cemetery, not at the church.
Mary

Dad was supposed to be taking a picture but got a video instead. Minnie didn't want me to take her picture but here I am with my other two cousins form Florida.
Life is too short to be wasted!

The Last of Florida

The Last of Florida

Day Eight (Wednesday)

It was another rainy day. The sun shines when we drive long distances. We were not sure the trip to Dry Tortougas would go. theh operators of the bost seemed assured and we said a little prayer and followed the Spirit and went. We both took
Dramamine and were fine. It was a beautiful day on the island. It is called "dry" because there is no fresh water there! But there are national Park personell stationed there and a limited number of campers are allowed.We toured.

We snorkeled. (no pictures here! but I did go in!)

We discovered. John's name at the top of the Chapel-He was the designer-brick mason for this the second largest brick defense in the world (the great wall of China is considered the largest) that was amazing!

Then the trip back. WOW. the swells were only supposed to be 6-8 feet. But it was rough. I think everyone took Dramamine-but it wasn't enough. There were so many sick people! the repeated slamming of the boat into the water catapulted us all right out of the seats. We were literally
air-born! I will put some of the video I tried
to take here-if you watch the horizon-you can get an idea of how big the waves were.

We were relieved to get back on shore! It took almost twice as long as the trip should have fighting the wind and the waves. We had to stop and rescue another boat. It was taking on water and our boat had two pumps they could use. those people were really scared-or shoul have been!
Walking back to the car we walked through a little group of shops (looking for gifts and key lime cookies) when we found an ice cream shop and got to partake of the Key Lime Ice cream. Now that was really good stuff! On the way back to the hotel we stopped at the Blond Giraffe-a local store that makes the Key Lime Cookies. Expensive little critters. I am glad the are good! Rachael requested some.

Attached to our hotel-Pat could not imagine his good fortune-was a Waffle House. of course, we went there for dinner. We both really like Waffle House. We ate at one at least three times on this trip alone.

Key West was lovely, I would have liked to have shopped the old down town area but. . .If I ever return I would stop way up the Keys and avoid the travel time, traffic, and high prices. The water and surroundings are just as beautiful.

Day nine (Thursday)

We knew we were in for a long drive so we had to bypass the very busy Waffle House and hit the road. the trip back uo through the Keys didn't seem as long as the trip down. Pat wanted to avoid the traffic of the turnpike so he opted for the middle of the state route. I was not too happy about it but managed to keep my opinions to my self. What had been a little two lane road years ago was actually very nice. a few stop lights in the towns but a lovely view of the state. We saw rows and rows of orange groves-the was I remember them. We saw lots of trucks absolutely full of oranges. It was harvest time! We got to see lake Okeechobee and the Citrus Tower and even picked up a Winter Haven news paper for Granny. She really wanted one and I didn't think we were going to be able to go over and get her one. But things worked out well.We finished off the day with one more seafood dinner-at Red Lobster, right next door to the hotel in Orlando. Finally we got to bed at a decent hour which was good. The next day we would have to leave the hotel by 5:15 am or so. We had to find our way ("the (Magellan) girlfriend" was such a blessing!!! Thanks Dave) return the car, get through security . . .

Day ten (Friday)

Not much to say about the return trip. Going through security at Orlando International was interesting. I was glad we were there so early. The lines just seem to get longer and longer.
BUT- there was a cuban coffee shop in the airport which also sold Cuban sandwiches. I could not believe my luck. The one thing Granny kept asking for was a Cuban sandwich. I had not idea how I could get one and keep it long enough . . .but it worked out so unbelievably well. AND!!! Granny actually got it and said it tasted good. that alone was a miracle. So often she wants things to eat and then they just do not taste right-or as she remembers. this time it turned out perfect!

Just like out trip-it was a dream. I am so grateful and glad that we were able to take this trip. Just to see things once again. I don't think I will ever get the chance to return but I don't think I need to. There are too many places in this world I really want to see. Thank you Heavenly Father, Dad, Dave, all of you that helped accomplish this goal. It was wonderful!

How did I get so far behind?

I thought I had at least finished Florida. It has been a month now so I will get right on that. . .

Day five (Sunday)

Of course, we went to church. It was just so hard to find. We drove around for over an hour chasing down addresses from Dex on line . . who knew there would be and "old" road and a "new" road? Finally I spotted a spire that just looked like one of ours and it was! The next sacrament meeting was a Young Adult-Singles Ward. It was Fast and Testimony as they had Ward Conference the week before. I can't tell you how much it took me back-such a wide variety of people. I did bare my testimony and told the audience about my experiences with Black-Americans 36 years ago. i am truly grateful that now we do not have to worry about one's heritage. it is what we do that counts. "Every worthy male" was a great blessing in my life!
After Church we headed home to the hotel. Pat went to McDonalds and got us salads for dinner and we just enjoyed the afternoon nap and time together.

Day six (Monday)
We had to get up early to get to the boat for our trip to Grand Bahama Island. It was a rainy day but the ocean was not all that rough. The Boat was big enough to handle it anyway. We got a nice room and enjoyed the breakfast buffet. We met some nice young people from the island who'd been to Washington DC to perform with their band at the Cherry Blossom Festival. There were mnay such young people on the way over.
We signed up and paid for the tour of a beautiful garden on the island. Rain was not going to get in our way. But it really rained and rained and rained. We were soaked in spite fo our plastic ponchos. I was really glad we had not chosen the beach trip! The garden was really beautiful and for a bonus there were some exotic birds flying around.
The tour bus driver made an interesting comment. He thanked us-as Americans-for all we had done to help his island recover from a devastating hurricane. Evidence of the hurricane remained everywhere. But it was nice that Americans were not seen as "ugly" or "selfish" here.

We enjoyed the buffet dinner and went back to the room. It was an older boat with very, very thin walls. There was a singles party next door and a disco directly up stairs, it made for some laughable listening. Oh how blessed we are to be who we are!
Evidently Customs had a few problems with our arrival and we ended up waiting a long time to get off the boat-but when the time came we were off and out of there. We were also grateful to see so many taxi cabs lined up to transport the over indulging drinking crowd!
One last night in our beach front hotel and it is off to Key West tomorrow.

Day seven (Tuesday)

We left relatively early but wanted to avoid the rush hour traffic. We traveled the extension of the turnpike down to ------where we got off and visited for just a few minutes with one of Mary's school friends, Jill Child, who now lives there. He little boy was asleep but it was fun to see her.
The trip on down to Key wast was just a warm lovely ride, punctuated by road construction, potty and ice stops. Just part of life when traveling with Water pills!

We didn't arrive at the hotel until after four and unfortunately were too late for me to go parasailing. I really was all geared up for it.. We tried to get on the last trip of the little train-but missed that too. I was appauled at the price of parking-$10 for even just an hour! So we didn't even get to shop. We did manage to get possibly the last free spot on the island to have the southern most point picture taken.
I really wanted a good seafood dinner. We went right across the street to the Marriott. It was so good! Pat had fresh tuna and I had yellow tail with a cucumber salsa--so very good! A little expensive but soooooo good!!!

Days Three (Friday) and Four (Saturday) in Florida

Days Three(Friday) and Four(Saturday) in Florida

It was Friday and we decided to go to the Orlando Temple. It was built 14 years ago, long after I left the state. The Orlando Temple is absolutely beautiful! The Celestial room has touches of lavendar and purple like the wisteria that blooms so abundantly in Florida.

It was like every other temple session with one glaring exception. As I was offered a hand I could see it was a deep brown color and the man spoke with a thick Hispanic accent. It was then real to me, all my friends, no matter their color could now receive the gospel and be blessed based on their own choices. It was a thrill! Way back when. . . we were not even encouraged to discuss the gospel with our black friends. There were boycotts and protests regarding the Church's Stand. In Miami in 1972/73 there were race riots and burnings. And I could not understand why black men could not hold the Priesthood. But I knew—I did not know everything, nor would I ever. But the Lord knew and I had faith in Him.

It was only four years later, I remember hearing the news for the first time as we were driving out to the University Mall, that all worthy male members of the church would be extended the privilege of holding the Priesthood. But not until I stood in the Orlando Temple on that day did I see that all my dreams and wishes for these good people—who had done nothing wrong—became a reality. I saw more handsome dark-skinned men and beautiful women in the Temple that day than I ever sould have imagined as a youth. The same was true on Sunday when we finally found a meeting house. This experience alone was worth the whole trip. Thank you Heavenly Father!

Then it was time to head south. It was a longer drive than I expected. The Turnpike is nice enough but the orange groves were missing. We found them on the way back through the middle of the state. There was plenty of traffic!

When we arrived at the hotel, after Magellen, the “girlfriend,” tried to keep us going around and around the very last block before we arrived, we were a bit surprised. It was not the four star hotel it was made out to be on the internet. But I knew my sweet husband and son had done their very best to secure a really nice place for us-so NO complaints were heard from me. Although the walls and bathrooms had been updated-old hotels have very thin walls and . . . . We ventured down to the beach for a bit. After which we had a nice dinner—back in our room watching a beautiful sunset from the balcony. The tiki bar was very loud and uncomfortable to us non-drinkers. They did have good food and it was reasonably priced. I should mention, we tried several times to get into our room. The key just wouldn't work, no matter how many times they re-programed it at the front desk. The maintenance man finally got it to work but thought the battery might be going out, but he didn't replace it. Not once in four days did the key work the first time we tried. I gave up and left the fight with the door to him. He was pretty good at it by the time we left.

Saturday turned out to be the only day we would spend in Miami. It was further from Fort Lauderdale than Pat had thought. But Saturday really meant less traffic as we got an early start.
First stop, Key Biscayne and Crandon Park. I spent much of my life on that beach. Now it was more beautiful than ever. It was at least twice as wide and covered in pristine white sand. The Zoo was gone, moved to South Miami somewhere. But the old cabanas were still there as was the carousel and skating rink. We only stayed a few minutes as I had many miles to go!
Second stop, the lighthouse at the State park. Saturday in the town of Key Biscayne was very busy and full of traffic and soccer games for young and old. We waited in line for a good while before getting into the park. Never could figure out why they didn't open the other line. Even when we left it was still closed, and the line was horribly long by then. The lighthouse looked the very same. About the only thing that looked the same after 34 years. The beach was just as I'd left it, but couldn't compare to the beautifully expanded shore line of Crayndon Park. Again we only stayed for a few minutes. But this time I
took a picture of my feet in the water. With all the rainy weather I had my doubts about actually getting into the water all the way on this trip.

Back over the Causeway we went. The big bridge had been named for my Mom's boss, William Powell. That was really cool to see. The Rusty Pelican was still there but it appeared the water- raceway had been shut down. It was covered with graffiti. NOAA and the Seaquarium were still functioning but the number of boats docked around the place had probably tripled.

We then drove down Brickell Road to Dinner key where we used to take our take-out dinner and watch the sunset and the boats. The pavilion was gone but the place looked well cared for-as did the large number of boats and trucks and trailers all around.

Then we ventured up 27th Avenue to see if any of our old houses were still standing. No! We didn't find a one. But they were old when I lived in them. The one in Coral Gate was probably still there but I didn't go down the street to see. We then drove through Coral Gables on the Miracle Mile. Sears was still on the corner as was the restaurant formerly known as Sambos. It was lovely. Non of the Gables area looked like a hurricane had been though. Whereas, you could really tell every place else we went. The old builders knew about hurricanes and built things to last!

It was off to the old Miami second ward. I had wanted to go to church there but. . .it was no longer the second ward. It was the Stake center for the Miami South Stake and Spanish as well. But the building looked good. There were cars around but it was locked up. I did get a few pictures. I spent a lot of time in that building. It is where I learned about the Gospel, and gained a testimony of the truth.

We stopped a a little bakery across Flagler and I got a pastry-carne. Exactly as I remembered, it was so good! We also had some chocolate milk, I guess that was breakfast. But while we were there I struck up a conversation (imagine that if you can) with a local man and he told us where we could get a good Cuban sandwich. It wasn't too far so that is where we went for lunch.

Cuban sandwiches are kind of like subs. People put different things on them. But I got the traditional one with pickles and grilled in a press. It was good! Pat decided he'd might as well try one while he was there. It was a funny place just teaming with Cubans. I am pretty sure I was the only one there that did not speak Spanish. But it sure felt familiar.


Then back across town to Miami High. As you can see from the pictures, it was undergoing renovation. Considering how old (over 80 years) it was, it was a good thing. But it was sad to see it so run down. I still got a couple of good pictures that can give you a hint as to its former glory.

I somehow missed the Orange Bowl as we continued to drive east. It may have been torn down. But we drove right through downtown and then over the Rickenbacher Causway. We hit a lot of traffic but that gave me time to look around. Everything has grown up! We traveled north upo the middle of Miami Beach, what a zoo! But it was Saturday afternoon. The old run down hotels of the 30's and 40's have been restored mostly. It was cool to see the Art-Deco styles and colors. But the people. No one watched out for cars! I ws glad to find the Julia Tuttle Causway and head back east over the intercoastal waterway and then north toward the hotel.

We stopped at the Jungle Queen and got tickets for the 6pm tour and all you can eat buffet. I was able to locate and use the coupon for $3 off each ticket! WooHoo!! I thought we had enough time to get back to the hotel and rest for a few minutes. I was right but the few minutes-after struggling with the door and getting maintenance to let us in again was less than 15. Not worth the effort or the gas really.

Nonetheless we made it bake to the boat and got good seats on the port side and enjoyed the tour through the Venice of America. I hesitate to say enjoyed. The obvious consumption of goods and displays of wealth were somewhat troubling. I can see where people might get ideas about “deserving” help and the need for redistribution of wealth. I am glad I live in Utah and do not need to see this kind of display all the time. And talk about a lot of boats, yachts I should say, man oh man.
They were everywhere! And huge repair places! Do you know what BOAT means? Bring Out Another Thousand. The dinner was good, all you can eat ribs, shrimp, chicken. . . which pleased both of us. And a nice little show that, of course was moved inside due to rain.

We were two tired people!

Day 2 of Florida

Bristol, Florida

The old family home-lovingly restored by Heywood Henderson

This will not be very interesting for most of you as it pertains to my interactions with family members you do not know. I am goin to post it nonetheless for preservation sake.

We started north plenty early, about 7am. First we found the Waffle House—YUMMMM! Then we tried to detange the freeways, not so free-freeways, via a map we purchased at the local gas station. Sorry, no State DOT maps to be seen anywhere.

We did pretty good until I (I am admitting to my mistake here so listen up!) thought we were on the wrong road and had Dad get off the turnpike. No road signs or Speed Limits to be found. They seem to skimp on signage to spurge on rest stops. Not to bad a trade off for a person who takes water pills.

Back to the story, The toll taker said we did not have the prepaid pass we were supposed to have . . .and made us pay. It was only fifty cents but now we are worried we may be running all the toll booths. We'll call when we get back to the hotel tonight. After we got off, found a place to ask we got right back on-we were on the right road. Turnpike to to I-75 North, under a different name and then on to I-10 West.

I started raining a bit before we arrived at John and Mary Kern's home, about 1:30. We'd been on the road for the best part of 5 hours. Mary's husband, John is crowding 70 and is the Young Men's President. He has a great workshop and 13 baby goats, one yet to be delivered and mommas feeding them. They had 17 acres of trees and ponds and a creek running through it. Wow, what a place-paid for too-they told us. They both worked and retired from being nurses. He had a funny personality. Ask Dad about his comment on Blogs. I will not dignify it with repetition.

We visited for a about a half an hour before her sister, Minnie came over. Minnie's husband is very sick with some kind of cancer and she can't leave him for long. She also strongy resisted any picture taking. But it was very good of her to take the time to come over.Minnie is an artist. You can see some of her work-some of it fractiles like John, on line.

Mary then played host and guide as we went to the Pleasant Hills Cemetery. It was renamed from Pea ridge. There was a nice fence around it and many of the trees had been cleared away to make a larger ares. I took pictures of the headstones. I will post my father's here. Most of his generation are gone now. Lorenzo Francis Henderson

was number 11 of 12 children and would have been 85 years old now.

We then went and saw my Aunt Tressie, she was married to Uncle Heywood, my father's brother. He too passed away some time ago. Aunt Tressie was always the hostess when we went north. I will always remember she fed us wild turkey stew, a turkey her son had shot right out back. When we took the kids back to Florida some 24 years ago we spent the night with her family. Their daughter Becky lives with Tressie but was at work att he time. Her older sister, Susie has a brain tumor, not like mine I guess. Tressie said she moves very slowly now and doesn't speak unless spoken to. She just isn't Susie any more. So we did not go up to see her.

Lake Mistic

We saw Like Mistic and took a few pictures. It is such a beautiful place! A litte lake and flowers in bloom everywhere, wisteria, azalyas, and camillias. Even the dogwood was in full bloom. The pictures doon't do it justice.

Lastly we visited with Sue and Ronald Williams and stayed there the longest. They had two boys, Robert and Randy, who were close to my age. They came down to Miami on vacation every other year or so. Thus, I got to know them better than the rest. Sue's father was killed in WWII so I never even got to meet him But Sue is a sweetheart and has always been good to me. They live on Indian Springs road and used to run a “fun” place. It had a roller rink, arcade games and a swimming hole with slides. I always thought that would be the best place on earth to grow up.

Ronald is the Ward membership clerk and a “hepper” in the High Priest's group. Their home teacher is Scott Bladen-from Logan 3^rd ward-nonetheless. Scott is in their Bishopric too. Robert had four children. One girl, Kim, married in the Tempe and lives in Saratoga Springs, three boys, one off his mission, one on a mission and one graduating for High school this year. Randy had two children, neither are members of the Church. The girl is a veterinarian and works at Cornell University in New York. The boy hasn't done much with his life they said.

I was told by a distant family member years ago that "the Henderson women were always faithful, the men well, they struggled." I don't know about all of my father's brothers, but Morton and Heywood were in the end faithful. As for the women. they married men, like unto themselves, faithful and dedicated to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Avery one we visited was active and serving in the Church. This is a priceless treasure to me, a heritage of faith among women like me, women that looked a bit like me, science and math loving, artistic and creative, women who had faced challenges and remained true to the faith.

The Trip Home Day one

Ready to go!

They say you can never go home. Who would want to when all the people you love live in Utah? Well, I would, just for a day. I knew things had changed, so. I still wanted to see the places thet only exist in my ever dimming memory.

Dave and Lexy went to Florida last year and brought back some great pictures. That really made me want to go home again-just to see it again. Dave, I am sure, talked Dad into the adventure and together they gave me a trip of a life time.

It began April 7th with Beck and girls taking me to SLC. We started our trip with a visit to Mooches-we needed "drinkage" for the trip. We met up with Rachael at Crown Burger for lunch after which Rachael took me to her house to pick up Dad and then to the airport.
I knew we needed to be early because of the increased security. I had not been on a plane since all the new rules were put into place. What a pain! My bag weighed just 3 pounds under the limit. They also made me dump out my ice. I LOVE to chew ice! Ice is not a liquid, gel or cream. . .It is a solid. But I threw it out, keeping my cup! I could get more ice on the other side. I had tucked a bottle of water in my bag for Dad to have with his lunch from Crown Burger. I had to throw that out too. Oh well, I like feeling safe-whether I truly am or not.

We were off on time but a little late getting into Denver. We were sopposed to have 25-30 minutes to change planes. Who knew gates 30 something and 44 could be so far apart. Clear across the airport it seemed, we ran. But we made it and we were off to Florida.
Here is the only picture I took the first day-Dad, my hero, waiting for the luggage. How could ours, which had to go in last actually come out last? Just one of the many mysteries I do not expect to ever have answered.
Our rental car turned out to be a very nice upgrade to a dark blue Grand Marquis, with all leather interiors-WOW! Here is a picture from later in the trip.

Thanks heavens for Magellen (which Dave lent to us-Thanks!) We found our way to the Days Inn on International Drive. We didn't get into our room until after midnight. We were so tired-we didn't even seriously think about eating. We needed sleep!

April 18, 1980-September 30, 2002

(l-r Mary, Dave, Dad, Rachael, Sarah, Mom. John, Rebecca--and the green brush)

The Family-April 1985

April 18, 1980, was the birthday of my oldest son, John Patrick Nolan. We celebrated it-without him. September 30, 2002 was the day that changed my life. It was the day I lost him, he would no longer be here with us on our earthly travels.

I know I am not the only one that misses him. It is that very fact that has made survival possible.

If you never knew John, I am sorry. He was a great person to know. Not only was he smart but he was kind and nevr judgmental. He was the ultimate pacifist, he would not fight with you or tolerate harsh sounds or words. He would just leave. He was an excelent teacher, he did not make you feel stupid, no matter how many times or ways he had to repeat himself. the world would be a better place if we had more like him. He was a musician playing classical-accoustic guitar and the viola. I miss hearing him sit on the couch and just play background music.

Oh, I know he was not perfect.
As the girls say, "he missed the clean gene." They also believe "clean" is a recessive gene as their parents are also appear to be challenged in the house cleaning area.

I really do not have the words to express how much I miss him. BUT, I have living children and grandchildren that I truly love and cherish. Thay are here and as long as they are (and forever) love and cherish every minute I get to spend with them.

Thank you God for allowing me to be John's mother. And thank you John for teaching me about the really important things of life, God and the ones I love. Everything else is extra! 'I will love you forever, I will like you for always. As long as I am living ( and forever) my baby (son) you will be!

What Spring Means

Spring! (picture and collage by Mary)

Spring means a lot of things.
In Utah Spring means SNOW. We had about 4 inches yesterday. they say there is more to come. If we didn't need the water I would complain. But, we do need the water, badly!

Beck and me at Ella's Concert

Spring also means End of year Concerts for parents, and grandparents, of school aged children. Thus, it was my privileged to attend Ella's first performance. Of course, she was great!
At the Technological College Spring means Fashion Show. For years Dave has done the music and lights. it is a lot of work but it's worth it to him. Last year Lexy and Noah were involved. This year it was just Noah. What a doll. He's been sick-but what a trooper! (I will add pictures when I get them)

Ella, top left.

Spring also means General Conference. What an exciting time of year. I so love the inspirational talks and music. We used to go down SLC for Conference almost every time. Now it is hard to get tickets and usually the kids come up here. Now, if the kids come, we can't hear anything so they mostly stay home. Divide and conquer seems to be the solution at this stage. And this year with all the illness going around-we are better apart!

Spring means Easter. The single most important holiday of the year to me. there is nothing more valuable to me than my Savior, Jesus Christ, and the atonement. It is the only way by which I may return to live in His presence. My deep feelings and love for my Savior prohibits me from sharing the stage with a rabbit. The world loves to corrupt and distract from what is truly important, Christmas and Easter are the most glaring examples. I want and need my "Holy Days", I need to express my love and appreciation for my Savior.

As a child my mother dressed us up in new clothes, representing the new life that comes to the world via Jesus Christ and symbolized by the rebirth of plant and animal life. We would go to the Orange Bowl and see the pageant-Sunrise Services. I can see the progression of the story, depicted by real people who also looved the lord. We were not of the same religion-but we shared this central belief. I gained a deep respect for people of other religions and beliefs.


Now I go up to the cemetery. I sit on the bench at John's grave. Sometimes i sing, sometimes (usually) I cry, and I watch the sun come up. And I say "As surly as the Son of God rose on the first Easter Morn, and As surely as the sun came up today, my son, John, will also rise." and we will all be together again. Oh, the promise of Easter can not, will not be overshadowed by the world! Without death we would not know life.


Come what may, this is my 100th post and I would be wrong not to thank my God for the blessings he has given me. they are to numerous to mention. I recognize His hand in guiding and protecting me to this point in my life. I will praise His name forever.

More EGG- Stravaganza pictures

Ella made Easter hats for a everyone, Tessa really liked wearing hers.

At one point we looked around and all the kids were on the porch while we were out in the grass-a complete turn-around.

Dying eggs with granny was fun but right after this picture Granny begged for help-she was out numbered and knew it.

I loved this picture because it shows the bubbles.

The Bunny Pudding-Thanks Rachael

Please don't share-The Big Bad Easter Germs

Germs, how can Easter have germs?

It's not hard I guess. The Sortors had some nasty bug the week before, but everyone seemed fine on Saturday. Even Sunday was ok--who knows how many people might have been exposed on Sunday when the "well" went to church. there is nothing we can do about it now, sorry world!

Beck came down with it on Monday, she was so very sick! Imodium seemed to help but she was miserable.

By Tuesday Dave, Lexy and Phoebe had it. Dave had class Tuesday night and had to leave in a hurry. They still are not well but still moving. They are providing the lights for the BATC fashion show tonight and tomorrow. It's good money but a lot of work. Noah is supposed to be in it. He didn't really get sick yesterday, I hope he holds up.

Both Lily and Tessa came down with it on Monday so Rachael stayed home with them on Tuesday. Tessa would not let go of Rach. About 5pm Tessa had a seizure. She even turned blue. They tried CPR but her jaw was locked and they couldn't anything to help her. It ws very scary. Sarah happened to be there (The Lord knew what was going to happen and took care of things!) and she was able to stay with Lily while Tessa and Rachael went to the hospital in an ambulance. The girls babysitter, Sister Lake felt impressed to call about the girls right after the ambulance left. Hearing the situation she dropped everything and went to the hospital to be there for Rachael. Seuao got off early-thanks to the fire on I-80 that took out the electricity at his job. So he got to the hospital fairly quickly.

It was all related to Tessa's high temperature. They were able to bring her home that night. Today Lily is no longer throwing up and both girls are getting some energy back.

Don't worry, we couldn't leave Benji out. He got it too and Mary, his Mom. stayed home with him yesterday and today. Now it appears Mary may be coming down with the same thing. If there is one place you do NOT want someone with the flu it is in the operating room-where she works.

Bottom Line, I don't believe I will be making the trek down to SLC this week. I was going to help with Child care as it is Spring Break in SLC schools and out and the child care providers seem to think they should spend some time with their own kids. (I am being sarcastic-of course they should spend time with their children--it's just inconvenient or would be is they weren't all sick.

The Family Egg-stravaganza

The Family Egg-stravaganza

The Kiddos
(l-r Phoebe, Noah, Tessa, Ella, Lily, Mia and Benji)

The biggest party of Spring was last Saturday, thus avoiding the Easter/Conference weekend. Pretty good planning we thought, the grass wasn't green yet but the rain stayed away and outside time was pretty good.
For fun we had bubbles, dyed eggs and decorated foam eggs. We didn't get to the pin wheels but that is ok. The table and four chairs (with an umbrella) I purchased at Sam's on Saturday was a hit!
We had a real nice picnic lunch in the livingroom. Rachael prepared it, shaped sandwiches, fruit salad, veggie chips, apple juice and bunny pudding for desert--so cute!!

The 4 two year olds, Noah, Lily, Tessa and Mia, hunted 90 eggs. Ella had her own treasure hunt, Phoebe (9 mo) observed while Sabrina (7 mo.) napped.

Great Granny's Chick in the Basket of Candy

Granny brought her famous chick basket full of candy-there just wasn't enough in the 90 plastic eggs. She also provided the dressed eggs for early brunch/munching.

For the adult lunch Beck made her luscious egg.sausage casserole while I purchased the fruit tray.

Dinner was the combined effort of all the families. Ham and Turkey, noodles alfredo, rolls, glazed carrots and asparagus followed by strawberry shortcake. Yummmm!!!
Beck was really tired during the day but no one was sick. Beck's kids had been ill the week before but they were better. Unfortunately germs were shared too.

Politics-do it or don't complain

If not us, who will run this country?

Once again, like it have every other year for the last 36 years, I attended the mass/Caucus meeting for the Republican Party in the district in which I live. We had a really good turnout. the populace seems to be upset about politics in these United States.

The core issue seems to be the reelection of Sen. Bob Bennett. He has many opponents, 13 I think, but it is hard to tell who is behind all the negative campaigning. This year looks to be headed in an interesting, formerly unexplored, political territory. I like it!!!

It is really hard for me to listen to people complain about elected officials if they can't give up an hour every other year and voice their opinion about who is running. It's even more frustration when they don't vote. No excuses guys, VOTE--at least! Dad has voted absentee or early for 9 years now. If you really want to vote you can find a way.

If you don't know who to vote for well, call me and I will tell you who I am voting for and why. If you choose to trust my judgment--well. good for both of us!

I am so glad I live in these United States! I am scared about what will happen with this Health Insurance Bill signed into law today--but that is just more reason to stay involved and become educated! Another thing I can do better now that I have more time :)

Kim Wins! WOO HOO!!

For you that do not know Kim, she is the daughter of our friends, Dave and Julie Nelson. She has been battleing Leukemia since last July. She recently finished her last chemo treatment and finally her cell count has come up from 1 to 200 in just a few days. Which means she will soon be coming home andDONE with this horrible challenging trial. She has been a real trooper! She got down to 96 pounds-but never let the pain and puking get the best or her. For more info you might want to check out her blog at http://www.kimbattlestheredrobot.blogspot.com/

I am just so grateful for her recovery. she is a great, great young woman!
Thank you Heavenly Father!