Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Randy and I have had a few personal treasured encounters with President Hinckley. In 1963, President Hinckley laid his hands on Randy's head and set him apart as a missionary. In April of 1987, Randy and I were in the Chicago Temple with Randy's parents when President Hinckley set his father apart as a sealer. Most recently, Randy and I had the privilege of celebrating President Hinckley's last two birthdays with him --at the ground-breaking of the Hinckley Center on his 96th birthday and at the dedication of the Hinckley Center on his 97th birthday. At his 96th birthday, we shared his birthday luncheon. I was able to hand deliver a birthday card from my grandchildren, Adam and Emily. After the meal, his family gathered around him (a large group, I must say). They brought in a cake with 96 lighted candles (the "no open flames" rule also applies on the BYU campus.) President Samuelson stood by nervously while we all sang Happy Birthday and then requested that President Hinckley quickly blow out the candles before he got into really deep trouble. With a little bit of help, they managed to blow out all 96.
This photograph was sent to me after the dedication with this information, "This photograph of President Hinckley was taken on the day of the dedication, and is a limited edition print (1 of 500) destined to become a family heirloom." I do treasure it.
We love you, President Hinckley, and will miss your quick smile, your voice, your twinkly eyes, your cane, your wit and your leadership. We are happy that you are with your beloved Marjorie again!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Not everyone in our family has trouble sleeping. Thought I'd share a few of my favorite "sleeper" photos. Ahh, wouldn't it be "loverly".
Isaac and Woody at the crash site!
Plumb tuckered out. I love the boots. They are huge, but he loved them and wore them night and day. They looked terrific with pajamas.
This might have worked better if both children had been sleeping.
Even The Persian Pickle Club couldn't keep this one awake!
Harvard graduation. You'd have thought these two received Ph.d's. It was hard on everyone!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
When I got old and started having sleep issues, we looked for ideas that would keep us in the same bed but reduce the potential of keeping each other awake. We did away with sheets and blankets and went to separate comforters. I never feel him turn over. No matter how he tosses and turns and winds himself up in his comforter, it never affects me. Since we both lived in Germany, we learned the art of using a comforter to stay warm in the winter and cool in the summer. We love our bed so much! It's amazing that we ever want to get up!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Adam has had some struggles in his life. There are a lot of things that don't go well for him. But Heavenly Father is such a great Compensator. He has given Adam some wonderful gifts. One of them is skiing. Another is wonderful parents who have made incredible sacrifices to make it possible for Adam to excel at skiing and to see it as a special gift and something he can take pride in. Adam can now ski any double black diamond ski run in the state. His dad does his best to keep up with him. Adam loves ski racing!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
We had invited another couple to come and have dinner with us tonight. You know what it's like the last 30 minutes before dinner guests arrive. There are a million last minute things to be done. Randy was up in his office. I was in the kitchen chopping carrots and talking to my daughter-in-law on the phone when the doorbell rang. Randy came down and answered the door and then went back up to his office. The next thing I knew, one of the women from Church was standing in my kitchen. I quickly hung up, greeted her and asked if she would like to take her coat off. She said yes, she would. I started to think that something was not quite right here, and then it hit me. It was my talk. Her husband had gone home and talked to her about it. I had worried that I might offend one of the men, but in reality I had offended the women.
I explained that I was in the middle of cooking and asked if we could talk while I sauteed the carrots. She agreed. We small- talked about cooking and recipes. I watched her very closely. I noticed each time she swallowed hard and thought, "Here it comes." But after an awkward silence, she would think of another question to ask. I mentioned to her that we were having company for dinner and thought that she would surely get right to the point. She seemed to be having such a difficult time getting started. Finally, I turned off the stove and said, "Why don't we just sit down and visit for a few minutes." We made ourselves comfortable. I swallowed back the urge to say, "So, what's on your mind?" I wanted to patiently wait for her to bring it up, but she seemed not to understand the urgency here, and then (wouldn't you know it), the doorbell rang. Our dinner guests were here, and now it was too late. She would surely excuse herself, and after dinner I would have to drive all the way to her house to find out what was bothering her. But she just sat there while I greeted our guests, explained that Randy was upstairs on the phone, and invited them to sit and visit for a minute. More small talk. Then one of our unsuspecting dinner guests innocently asked, "So, Paula, where's your husband tonight. I cringed. "Oh," she said, "he's upstairs with President Peterson." WHAT?! "Your husband is upstairs?" And I thought to myself, "Well for goodness sake, why didn't you say so? You're not offended? You're not having marital strife that you want to talk to me about?" I burst out laughing. "Wahoo! You're staying for dinner and I still have cooking to do." We put two more place settings on the table and everyone pitched in to finish the dinner preparations. As we sat around the table I told them what I had been thinking. We had a really good laugh. The moral of the story is: Don't take yourself too seriously. No one else does!
Friday, January 18, 2008
“I have enjoyed this experience, but at the same time I have had some really strange feelings. I must be an insecure person to always have such feelings of inadequacy in situations like this. I wanted to be a really good hostess and do everything possible to make them feel at home and comfortable. I made so many plans and certainly expended a lot of energy getting ready and tried to have everything just right, but after it’s all over I often feel very foolish – like how could I have possibly thought I could do such a good job and it was actually so inadequate. I looked around at all the host families and felt certain that their preparations had not been so humble as homemade bread and cookies. They took their guests to Japanese restaurants and had nicer home, smaller families, fewer children crying and quarreling. They have cars that you don’t have to crawl through the hatch and open the doors because your key only fits the back. They have piano pedals that don’t squeak. They took stacks of Polaroid pictures – not colored prints with their little instamatic camera held together with rubber bands. They didn’t have to run into the bathroom each time someone came out and jiggle the handle to make the toilet stop running. I saw Nora Borso at the store the other day and she said, ‘You’re hosting some of the Suzuki children. Gee, your house must be huge. We would love to do that, but we only have three bedrooms’ (with 2 children). I didn’t tell her that with our six children we only have four bedrooms, but where there’s a will there’s a way. As we could not communicate, I guess I will never know how our guests felt. I hope that I only feel like a fool – that others don’t think I am, or most of all that I’m really not.”
I guess I’m a more secure person now. I think, “Who wants to come all the way to America to eat in a Japanese restaurant? I think our guests probably got the best taste of real Americana—life in the burbs, real American food, a big and active family, Halloween, the art of crafting, and a shopping mall. They probably had plenty of things to tell the others about as they flew back to Japan, and I’ll bet they have never forgotten it!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
3/4 cup onion, chopped
2 (28 oz.) cans Italian stewed tomatoes
2 c. tomato puree
4 c. chicken broth
2 t. dried basil
1 Tablespoon butter
1 Teaspoon salt
1/2 Teaspoon pepper
1/2 pint heavy whipping cream
Saute onion and butter. Add all other ingredients except cream. Simmer 10 minutes. Cool (if you have time) and blend in blender. Reheat and add cream. Do not boil after adding cream.
Note: If you don't have Italian style tomatoes, just use regular canned or bottled tomatoes and add the Italian spices (oregano, basil, and garlic).
We had it for dinner tonight. Yummm!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I, too, once had a crush on a cowboy. He wore cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and a wide belt with a cowboy buckle. He hailed from a cattle ranch in Northern California and was quite a phenomenon in my little
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
"I want to quickly record a few things before the children come home from school. This morning I met with Joyce Smith to receive the materials for the Young Women's program. Just before Christmas, the Bishop and Paul Smith came to the house and asked me to serve as Young Women President. I was not well prepared for the call (I had six children--the oldest not yet in YW and the baby not even 2 years old). I told the bishop that I would give it prayerful consideration and discuss it with Randy, but that I would have to receive a burning witness that it was right before I could accept the calling. Over the next week I prayed about it and deliberated endlessly. The burning witness never came. But, in a quiet way, I began to feel that I should accept the call. I kept thinking of the scripture, 'If you would know of the doctrine whether it be of me, ye must do my word and then ye shall know.' I hope that if I try to serve diligently I will receive a stronger confirmation that this is truly a calling from God. I know that I will need His help to fulfill this stewardship and take comfort in knowing that if He asks me to do this, He will be there to guide me.
"What I actually started out to record today was two little things:
1. Robert (5 years old) asked me this morning why I had so many phone calls. I said, 'Oh, probably because I'm such an important person.' He looked at me startled and said very honestly, 'You are not.'
2. Quinn (not yet two) has been going around the house singing a song the last few days. I finally recognized that it is Jingle Bells. He carries the tune very well, although the words are not recognizable."
I'm grateful for all of the journal entries I have made over the years. I only wish I'd been more consistent!