Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
I had a wonderful time in Boston. Judi Jr. (can you believe our son, Randy, married a girl named Judi. We call them Randy and Judi Jr.) kept the girls out of school one day and we went to visit Louisa May Alcott's home. It was so delightfully authentic. More than 80% of everything in the home belonged to the Alcotts.
As I mentioned, tomorrow I leave for beautiful sunny 70-degree California (Oh wait, I just heard that it is pouring rain and cold, but since it is 7 degrees warm in Chicago right now it will definitely be better). Don't be alarmed if I don't post regularly. I'm not good at computers at my best, but when I'm using someone else's computer I don't do well at all.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Today is my last day to spend here in Columbus. I've done laundry, cleaned the house, and the Christmas decorations are up. Tomorrow I fly to Boston to visit Randy and Judianne and their family.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
When my younger sister (and the fifth daughter) was born my mother sighed and said, "More puffed sleeves to iron." We don't know much about that kind 0f thing around here, but with five boys in the house, we have no trouble generating dress shirts to iron.
Friday, November 28, 2008
A number of years ago our family learned to play Sardines. It's been a family favorite ever since, especially for the grand kids. It is a version of "Hide and Seek" played in the dark and in complete silence. While one person hides, the rest of the players gather at "base" and count to 25. Then, with all the lights out, the rest of the players fan out to find the hiding place. If you find the "hider" you join him in the hiding place. By the time the last player crams their body into the hiding space you truly feel like "Sardines."
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
feast on the scriptures, and if you don't know what that means, it means we study them.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
My mother raised seven children, one of them born with a congenital heart defect that took his life at age 15. It was a time when mothers didn't have cars. They were at home. Mother came pretty close to being a "perfect" homemaker. She baked bread twice a week, washed twice a week (with a wringer washer) and hung everything on the line. Then she ironed it all, including the multitude of starched petticoats her five girls wore during the 50's. She grew beautiful roses and gladiolas. When we woke up on summer mornings we knew we would find her in the garden. She knew how to cook for a crowd and could cook up a dutch-oven meal for 80 in the middle of nowhere. She sewed all our clothes, including our formals and bridal gowns. She could entertain general authorities and political leaders with grace and class, but she could also work on the farm, build a mountain cabin, or run the Stake Primary. We lived in a small four-bedroom home (no family room, one bathroom to share). Besides our own family of nine, she rented the basement apartment to student couples and also took in borders (college students who paid for a room and ate their meals with us). When I see how small the home is now, I'm amazed that she was able to keep it so clean and organized.
Oh mother, when times get hard, I pray that the things I have inherited from you will serve my family as well as you served yours.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
"Today was Adams Lindsey's funeral. It was quite a remarkable experience for me. I was struck by several things. It was a very simple funeral. There were only two or three flower arrangements, and they were very small -- not even a casket spray. There were not a lot of tears or drama, but the talks were very inspiring. They caused me to reflect on my own life. I don't feel like I have truly been "tested" in this life. Perhaps my real challenges are still to come. Perhaps they have been here around me and I simply haven't seen them as challenges, but it seems to me that my life has been a constant stream of blessings. When I learn about someone like Adams, who has faced so many difficult things and been so faithful, so positive, such an example to others, I wonder if I would have the faith and strength of character to live as she has. I love the C.S. Lewis quote:
'No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good. A silly idea is current that good people do not know what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is. After all, you find out the strength of the enemy army by fighting it, not by giving in. You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down. A man who gives in to temptation after five minutes simply does not know what it would have been like an hour later. That is why bad people, in one sense, know very little about badness. They have led a sheltered life by always giving in. We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it; and Christ, because He was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows to the full what temptation means.'
My life seems to have been filled with gentle summer breezes. Could I walk against a hard wind? Can I resist temptation -- not the easy things like being honest, attending church meetings, paying tithes and being generous to others, but the hard things -- things like being proud, judging others, being impatient, being jealous, comparing myself to others. Will I be able to stay on my feet when the strong winds blow? I worry about this, because as the years pass and age becomes a factor I don't seem to have the stamina and endurance that I used to have. I guess it's all part of the 'enduring to the end' process."
This old "enduring to the end" stuff is way harder than I ever dreamed. Thank goodness there is still time to repent!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
We have theater tickets tonight and have invited the friends we go with to come for dinner before we go. We're serving our traditional Halloween dinner. While it's not the best (most gourmet) recipe from my kitchen, you just have to serve this "Culinary Cremation" on October 31st.
Halloween Salisbury Steak
1 round steak, cut into bite-sized narrow strips
2 onions, coarsely cut
2 cups chopped celery
2 cups chopped carrots
2 cups diced tomatoes (with juice)
1/2 cup water
1 teaspoon worchestershire sauce
2 cups cooked rice
Dredge meat in flour seasoned with salt and pepper, garlic salt, and Lowry's seasoned salt.
Saute onions, celery, and carrots in butter. Remove from fry pan and brown steak in olive oil. Combine all ingredients. Stuff into hollow pumpkin and cover with pumpkin lid. Place in a baking dish wish about an inch of water. Bake 2 hours or until pumpkin is soft and meat mixture is hot.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I don’t suppose there’s even a remote chance that “Stop the Hate” (see comment 3 on yesterday’s blog) will ever look at this blog again, but I wish he would. I’d like to share a few thoughts with him.
I was raised in a family of five girls. My mother’s mantra was “Pretty is as Pretty does.” I grew up believing that what you say and what you do says far more about your character than how you look. I also believe that the opposite is true – “Ugly is as Ugly does.” I don’t know how “Stop the Hate” found my blog, but I suspect that he googles the words Prop 8 and leaves his little message wherever he finds a positive word for the Proposition.
I invite you to examine the words in both our messages. Do you find the word “hate” in my post? Was there anything about what I said that made you feel I was forcing my personal feelings or the Bible or my religion (cult) down anyone’s throat? I was sharing my personal thoughts with my circle of close family and friends in what I felt was a pretty innocuous way. On the other hand, “Stop the Hate” forced his way (uninvited) into my personal space to make sure that I (and those who read my blog) finally understand what hate is. And I think I get it. I thought about removing his comment, but decided to leave it so that those who see it can decide for themselves.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Last night we went to see a movie -- probably the best movie we've seen in a long time. I recommend that every married couple go to see Fireproof. It's not likely to draw a big box office and may not be in the theaters very long. But it will bring hope to a struggling marriage and make a good marriage better. Don't miss it!