Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Pioneer's and Petticoats

So, Jonathan will probably be embarrassed that I am posting about this, but it was so funny to me! I have to record it, so that I don't forget it, and what better place than here :) So, one Sunday we were sitting down for dinner, eating as usual, when Jonathan looks at me and says, "You're being immodest." I was a bit taken back, and asked him what on earth he meant. He said that what I was wearing wasn't modest. Confused, I asked him how he came to this conclusion. He notified me that my neck was showing. "In Pioneer's and Petticoats (an old video produced by the church)", he said ,"they say if you're neck is showing you are not being modest!" We all had a good laugh and tried to explain that the rules of ettiquette and modesty have changed a bit since that time, but to no avail. My immodest shirt. . .

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Hate to be him!

I was watching the Wimbledon tournament the other day, and I saw this happen. I laughed out loud! I would hate to be this kid. How embarrassing! I'm sure he won't hear the end of it! I was impressed with Serena Williams. I think some people may have gotten upset, or something, but she didn't. Way to be. :)


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Nick Pitera

So, Matt was over the other day and showed us this guy and his talents. It's pretty hilarious. He has a ton of different songs on youtube. Pretty talented. Here is him singing A Whole New World. And yes, that is him singing the whole thing!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

A Day for Fathers

So, I did a post about the mothers in my life, so here's one about the fathers!

I love my dad! He's great! Here is a picture with him and his older brother, Randy, and his father, Al. Dad is always helping us out with computer stuff etc. My dad loves music and singing, and he has a great voice and is never shy in sharing it. Sometimes this would create embarrassing moments for us kids when we were younger. We can all recall one year when we attended the rodeo and they sang the star-spangled banner. Dad sang full-voice, he was the only one you could hear, besides the person singing into the microphone :) Quite a few heads turned in our direction, as we dodged our heads, pretending we didn't know this strange man. Now we are all proud to join in and sing right along with him - and he played a huge role in distilling that love for music within us! Cami conducted an experiment with our father and his love for music one day. She passed by his work room several times, each time singing a different song - Phantom of the Opera, My Heart Will Go On, The Sound of Music, and My Girl. After each time she passed by, dad would pick up the tune she was singing and start whistling it - and it worked every time! We all got a kick out of that! Sometimes we have to remind him to start a new tune, cause he'll get stuck whistling one song over and over, sort of like a broken record :)

My dad has always been a hard worker! One year he earned a trip to Puerto Rico with his company, and mom had just had Jonathan and couldn't go, so I got to go on the trip with him. I was thrilled! We had a good time together-scuba diving, swimming and playing tennis. One night, at dinner, we were talking with other people that were there, doing the introduction thing - how many people are in your family and all that good stuff. The ladies we were talking with were a bit drunk, and dad was telling them about his family, that he had six kids and such. One of the ladies turned to me and said, "Wow, you're a better woman than I am!" I was shocked, and blubbered something about how I WAS one of the children - his daughter and definitely not his wife! We got a good laugh about it afterward.

I love my Dad! He's always willing to help people out in any way that he can.


I have lots of fun memories of my Grandpa Israelsen. Both growing up, and especially when I lived with them while attending college for four years. After prayers on the food, grandpa often says "H-schmocklett" :) We had good times watching Matlock together at 1:00 after lunch when I'd have come home from my morning classes. He's always "puttering" as he puts it, around the house, and especially up at the cabin. I remember him balancing the little ones on his hands like in this picture and being so impressed. Grandpa Israelsen is a story-teller, and is well-known in Logan for his Old Ephraim story, his mongoose, and his rattle-snake cowboy hat!

His pet mongoose is a thrill :) One of my favorite memories of my grandpa is with that mongoose. I was taking an Adult Development and Aging class in college and we had to do a project. We had a choice between writing something or doing a presentation. I chose a presentation and invited my grandparents along as guest speakers. They were both troopers and agreed. In the class, we had talked about how pets were a great thing for people as companions when they get older. So, in illustration of this, I asked my grandpa to bring his pet mongoose to show the class. I'll never forget the combined scream of the entire class, as the mongoose "escaped". LOL! We also talked about how humor is important in aging :) My grandpa definitely maintains his humor!

Cami has also lived with my grandparents to attend college and the memory she shared of grandpa also illustrates his humor. She was having a hard time waking up early for school, so she asked grandpa if he could help her wake up at six. He's always been an early riser. He's nearly always up! She told him that if she wasn't awake by six he could pour water on her head. Well, the next morning she woke up at 5:35, and was coming down the stairs, only to meet grandpa coming up EARLY with a glass of water to pour on her head! Haha, I can just see him doing that!

Mom shared memories with me she had of her dad. She remembers him having a lot of migraine headaches, and that he would always take an orange soda, put peanuts in it and drink that with an Excedrin-who knew that was the cure for migraines! She says that her dad was always called "By Fetch" by all his nieces and nephews because he always said that. A saying she recalls him repeating goes something like "Today is Monday, the next day's Tuesday, the next day's Wednesday, the week's half gone and we haven't gotten anything done! So get up and get to work." She remembers for her birthday when she was a senior that her dad took her and a friend up to the cabin to ride horses, and that she really enjoyed it. She also recalled her dad taking her to work with him. He was a salesman and travelled to different farms. She remembers being really pretty shy, but was happy to go with him.

In her own words, "I can remember many different "projects" Dad had for us to do. We got a water line from the spring to the cabin, we raised bunnies and then ate them, we poured a cement slab up by the barn for basketball, we planted the garden together, we made a bridge over a creek at the cabin, we "harvested" rocks out of our backyard in preparation for growing grass. My dad is very much a people person and talks to everyone. He loves to tell jokes, show people his mongoose, tell people about the elk that ran so hard at the cabin his head went through the cabin wall and his tail was on the opposite back wall, he has stories about the man that got his leg caught in a trap, how he caught the snake on his hat . . . he is a good storyteller and has told the story of Old Ephraim a lot. I can remember getting up very early on the 24th of July and Dad would have a speaker system hooked up to the station wagon and drove through the city of North Logan waking people up for the 24th of July celebration."

My Grandpa Thornton is a hard worker! He was always there whenever we were doing any major construction work on our home! I remember whenever we went to Boise, grandpa would usually make us sandwiches for our trip home - and they were always made with lots of butter! Grandpa loves the Golden Corral or Chuck-a-Rama - and I have lots of fun memories of going there with him. My Grandpa Thornton owns a snowcone shack, and I have fun memories of going to get snowcones in the summer and that grandpa's snowcones are the best around cause he doesn't ever skimp you on the flavoring like some places do! My Grandpa Thornton has also played a huge role in my interest in genealogy. He's been working hard on his side and was excited when I wanted to start getting involved. Whenever I think of genealogy, I think of him, and how I want to get more involved!

Cami shared her memories of Grandpa Thornton with me on Father's Day. She says that growing up she hated pumpkin pie, but that grandpa loved it. She says he was like the pumpkin pie master and would always serve the pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving - putting on the whipped cream and passing it out to everyone. After many Thanksgivings, grandpa one year put the pie in front of her without asking if she wanted it. Not wanting to refuse or insult grandpa, she figured she'd just take one bite. It was delicious! and now she has a love of pumpkin pie, and she refuses to eat it without the creme - all thanks to grandpa :)

My Dad also shared his memories with us of his father. He remembers going hunting in the fall. They would usually walk together and around noon they would stop and eat Vienna sausages. About 2 pm they would take a target practice into some dirt bank. Every December he remembers his dad putting up the Christmas mural in the chapel. It was an oil on canvas of the nativity about 12 x 25 that hung over the organ pipes in the Boise Tabernacle. In the summer, he remembers going with his dad to the church to show feature films from the projector room onto the 30' screen in the cultural hall below the chapel. The Explorer's charged a small admission to the children of the ward to raise money for their program. He remembers his dad as an Explorer leader, helping the boys build toboggans by boiling the ends of 4" wood slats and bending them around a mold that his dad had built. Dad remembers his older brother, Randy, getting mouthy one time and thinking that he was a "big man". He says his dad got Randy by the shirt front and lifted him off the ground with a challenge that he could try him any time he thought he was ready. He also remembers once when Randy was wearing really short cut-offs and that his dad ripped them right off of Randy as he was sitting on the back steps and Randy walked by. Dad remembers working for five days with grandpa remodeling our kitchen in West Valley, and afterward, everyone going out for dinner on Saturday when they had finished!

Mom says Grandpa Thornton has helped us with all our main building projects. He helped us remodel our kitchen, put on a new deck, and roof our house in Fruit Heights. She says Al will help anyone that he can. He is always giving people the benefit of the doubt. She says he has done a lot on his genealogy and knows a lot of the stories of his ancestors. She remembers all the "Big Al" stops - when grandpa would wait until the last minute at a stop sign to slam on the brakes :)

I am so thankful for my Dad and both of my grandpa's! I love each of them dearly and have been influenced for good by each of their examples. Thanks Dad! Thanks Grandpa Thornton and Grandpa Israelsen!

Friday, June 13, 2008

Judging

So, one of the things that I loved about New York was that the people were all so unique. And no-one took a double glance because of what you looked like or what you were wearing. They would wear anything, and everything seemed to go. For instance, we were waiting at the bus stop one day, and two old ladies walked up. Both were wearing midriffs, with their saggy belly skin showing. One had her hair drawn up in two side ponytails that were braided. Unique. No-one did a double take, except perhaps, for me. I thought it was great! Now in Utah, if you wear something strange or do something out of the norm, there are plenty of looks going on. There was so much diversity.

The other day, I was at one of my volleyball games. A girl walked up to me and started talking to me that I had previously disliked because of her behavior on the court. I had judged her and decided that she was stuck up. Perhaps I was the one that was stuck up. She was very kind, and fun to talk to, and I found myself thinking, "how many times must I learn this lesson before I truly take it in?" Everyone has something great within them and the potential to become a friend.

I love diversity! I love people and cultures and differences. Yet I still have much to embrace. I still have some lessons to learn, but I hope I can be the kind of person that accepts everyone just as they are and loves them for their uniqueness. That is what I am working towards, anyway.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Hogle Zoo

Today my mom, Jonathan and I met Matt and Becca and their family at Hogle Zoo. It's been awhile since I have been there. I think my favorite were the elephants! The kids got to take a ride on the Merry-go-round. Here are a few pictures from our adventures.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Palmyra and Church History

Wednesday we got to take off and drive towards northern New York. It was Michael and Shannon's first time out of the city into other areas of New York, and they were excited! They've lived there a year now. Michael works a ton in New York - often 16 hour days, so he was enjoying the time away, and he didn't even have to keep his work pager or cell phone with him at all times, another first for him. We were so happy to have them with us! Look how thrilled . . .

It was a really neat experience to go to the Church History sites. I learned a lot, and loved talking with the sister missionaries and couples that were at each of the places. They made me miss the mission-field a ton! The spirit was strong, and my knowledge of the truthfulness of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ through Joseph Smith was reaffirmed many times over!

We were able to take in a lot of history. From the banks of the Susquehanna River to the top of the Hill Cumorah we went. The river was so peaceful and beautiful, and Jonathan enjoyed some time skipping rocks. We also were able to see the burial site of Emma and Joseph's first child, Alvin. What hardships they went through as they lost so many children!

We got to see a replica of the home that Joseph Smith lived in during the time he saw God the Father and his son Jesus Christ, and the room in which he talked with Moroni. Then the home that the Smith's moved into that was built by the oldest brother, Alvin. From there, we saw some buildings similar to those they would have worked in to earn money for the family.




Then on to the Sacred Grove. It was so peaceful and beautiful, with the birds chirping and the bristling of the leaves. We even had a gentle breeze as we wandered through the grove. It was nice to take some alone time, and contemplate all that happened there!

We went to the Hill Cumorah, and they were setting up for the Hill Cumorah Pageant. Some day I hope to be able to make it back for that!

We were also able to see the print shop, where the Book of Mormon was first printed. I didn't know much about the man who printed the Book of Mormon, Egbert Grandin. They said that he was born a year after Joseph Smith, and that he died a year after him as well. He was the man for the job! Many other printers wouldn't have taken on the printing of the Book of Mormon. Despite it's controversy in the area, Grandin found nothing blasphemous in it, and agreed to take on the job. He had recently purchased a printing press that would make the process a lot quicker - a miracle that they were able to find such technology in Palmyra at that time. He was a man of many ventures, and didn't stay in the printing business long. An illustration of even more miracles to the establishment of the church and the printing of the Book of Mormon! Another fact I wasn't aware of, was that Oliver Cowdery had to hand-write the Book of Mormon, I think they said 3 times! First, as Joseph translated the plates. The second and third because Joseph didn't want to give away the original copy, so he asked Oliver to copy it in order to give it to the printers. Wow! That's a tedious job!

The last site we were able to see was the Whitmer Farm, where the church was officially organized in 1830! It was quite small.

All the sites and stories were truly a reminder that by small and simple means are great things brought to pass! Each of us has a role to play, and each small role can help bring about great things!