Friday, December 31, 2010

Mission Prep


This week was the first time for Parker to go through the Temple. Though we missed Julie and Mackey we enjoyed the company of our Home Teacher, Bishop, Stake President and their wives along with Robert and Laura representing the extended family who were there in thought and spirit. Beyond being a sacred place the Temple is truly a place of love and beauty. There is a serenity and peace that are not easily replicated in the world. I'm grateful we were able to be there with the boys.

An additional highlight was being able to join with a couple Parker and I have home taught as they went through the Temple for the first time on the same session , which was followed by their Sealing and the Sealing of their three married sons to them as well. It was a total experience for Parker and made for a delightful day.

Tip Toes

Growing up it was more of a contest of who could garner the most leg room under the kitchen table with out getting mother to weigh in on the subject. With the extended families (read P3 / Jared / Matt)  there was always the contest of timing who could reach the apex of their tiptoes in sync with the photo being shot.In our household there usually is not much contest regarding who is tallest - except in recent times.




Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Dear Friends

Conversations that continue where they were left off.
Depth and breadth of subjects and feeling that are shared.
Common bounds, common memories and common experiences.
Cribbage, a walk, a talk.

Life time friends are dear and we greatly appreciate the recent visit of Julie & Frank

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The HELP

“Even if stories haven’t been told, is it fair for an outsider to tell them?” Intriguing question. "How do we get at the truth of another person’s experiences?" Or should we?

I remember  NPR & NYT discussions revolving  the writing of The Help when it was first published and reviewed. Could a white woman write in the voice of a black? Was it authentic? Though we have had the book lying around the house for some time I had never picked it up until during a discussion Julie commented that it was among, if not the one, that was her favorite of this past year's read. I trust her judgment and concur.

They say everyone has a book in  them waiting to be written. I have been intrigued with the thought that Kennedy's cabinet was comprised of "The Best & the Brightest", all of whom had published a book. Perhaps even haunted by the thought that to be authentic, or perhaps to be bright, that I indeed need to share my story. Even this morning Rindy and I discussed the concept, of which we have often parleyed, of writing "The Evan Experience"; which will one day happen. It will happen primarily because we feel we have a unique voice on a subject and insights that should be shared. The authenticity of our experience is why we feel others would enjoy it and perhaps value it. 

But all great stories don't emerge through the first person, not all are autobiographical or historic. Many a great read has emerged from the eyes of an observer or a fruitful imagination. The long-range purpose of writing is to communicate a particular message to a particular audience. Stories serve different purposes for different authors, one main purposes is to unveil the truth.  My perception is that Stockett wants to give voice to her view of a very complicated time,  place and relations in American history. And to me she succeeds. From the moment I started this book I couldn’t wait for the chance to pick it up again.  As of matter of fact, when I woke restless in the middle of the night, I quietly read a few more pages.   It deals with issues such as race, gender, class,  family and friendship. Should an outsider tell another's story, in the end I would say yes, in a selfish way that meets my needs. For this book leaves me wanting to live a life reflected, so that in reading my chapter, I will recognize myself and perceive what should be changed or discarded from how I show up. Additionally, that I live a life kinder to those with whom I interact, that I treat all with respect. In that aspect the book is a success ( of worth to have read)  to me given that after reading it I have ideas on how to incorporate what I read into what I do. There is so little time and so much content that I feel I need to be judicious in what content I consume. To not only enjoy what I read but to have it make an impact.If you have a moment for a good read, I recommend The Help.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Formal Ocassions

One of the great things of the holidays is gathering in the dinning room with more  formal table settings and over the top fine cuisine by Rindy. She is always willing to try something new and never fails to delight in the taste arena. This Christmas has been no different.




And then a brief quiet moment with Mac, Julie and Kate.Yes they are all beautiful.

misc holiday gatherings










Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Best of the Holidays

How do you define the intangible aspects that make the holidays a delight. Oft times it is in the "unexpected". The unexpected visitor, the unexpected phone call, the unexpected kindness, the unexpected gift. The later brings a smile to the pining, Santa hoping youth the lonely aged, and even to those in between. And so this Christmas Brigham was among the delighted. First the eager anticipation brought by the receipt of packages; and then the unveiling.



Sing-a-ma-jig.
Who'd a thought.

Traditions



Even though the location changes the traditions live on.
We've enjoyed a glorious holiday
Hope you have too.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Christmas In Japan

well actually this is in Spain
BUT
"What would Santa Claus look like if he were Japanese?



He'd be a vending machine."



The concept, according to Creativity magazine:Barcelona creative boutique Carlitos y Patricia brings the Christmas spirit, Japan-style to Muji with the Muji Noel Machine, a roving dispenser of the brand's products that shouts "Ho, ho, ho" as it walks through the streets of Spain. Creatives Carlitos and Patricia say the effort was driven by the idea, "What would Santa Claus look like if he were Japanese? He'd be a vending machine.

Joseph Smith

The impact of Joseph Smith as we commemorate his birthday today


7. I was at this time in my fifteenth year. My father’s family was proselyted to the Presbyterian faith, and four of them joined that church, namely, my mother, Lucy; my brothers Hyrum and Samuel Harrison; and my sister Sophronia.

8 During this time of great excitement my mind was called up to serious reflection and great uneasiness; but though my feelings were deep and often poignant, still I kept myself aloof from all these parties, though I attended their several meetings as often as occasion would permit. In process of time my mind became somewhat partial to the Methodist sect, and I felt some desire to be united with them; but so great were the confusion and astrife among the different denominations, that it was impossible for a person young as I was, and so unacquainted with men and things, to come to any certain conclusion who was bright and who was wrong.

9 My mind at times was greatly excited, the cry and tumult were so great and incessant. The Presbyterians were most decided against the Baptists and Methodists, and used all the powers of both reason and sophistry to prove their errors, or, at least, to make the people think they were in error. On the other hand, the Baptists and Methodists in their turn were equally zealous in endeavoring to establish their own tenets and disprove all others.

10  In the midst of this war of words and tumult of opinions, I often said to myself: What is to be done? Who of all these parties are right; or, are they all wrong together? If any one of them be aright, which is it, and how shall I know it?

11  While I was laboring under the extreme difficulties caused by the contests of these parties of religionists, I was one day reading the Epistle of aJames, first chapter and fifth verse, which reads: If any of you lack bwisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.

12 Never did any passage of ascripture come with more power to the heart of man than this did at this time to mine. It seemed to enter with great force into every feeling of my heart. I reflected on it again and again, knowing that if any person needed bwisdom from God, I did; for how to act I did not know, and unless I could get more wisdom than I then had, I would never know; for the teachers of religion of the different sects cunderstood the same passages of scripture so differently as to destroy all confidence in settling the question by an appeal to the Bible.

13  At length I came to the conclusion that I must either remain in adarkness and confusion, or else I must do as James directs, that is, ask of God. I at length came to the determination to “ask of God,” concluding that if he gave wisdom to them that lacked wisdom, and would bgive liberally, and not upbraid, I might venture.

14 So, in accordance with this, my determination to ask of God, I retired to the awoods to make the attempt. It was on the morning of a bbeautiful, clear day, early in the spring of eighteen hundred and twenty. It was the first time in my life that I had made such an attempt, for amidst all my anxieties I had never as yet made the attempt to cpray dvocally.

15 After I had retired to the place where I had previously designed to go, having looked around me, and finding myself alone, I kneeled down and began to offer up the desires of my heart to God. I had scarcely done so, when immediately I was aseized upon by some power which entirely overcame me, and had such an astonishing influence over me as to bind my tongue so that I could not speak. Thick bdarkness gathered around me, and it seemed to me for a time as if I were doomed to sudden destruction.

16 But, exerting all my powers to acall upon God to deliver me out of the power of this enemy which had seized upon me, and at the very moment when I was ready to sink into bdespair and abandon myself to destruction—not to an imaginary ruin, but to the power of some actual being from the unseen world, who had such marvelous power as I had never before felt in any being—just at this moment of great alarm, I saw a pillar of clight exactly over my head, above the brightness of the dsun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me.

17 It no sooner appeared than I found myself adelivered from the enemy which held me bound. When the light rested upon me I bsaw two cPersonages, whose brightness and dglory defy all description, estanding above me in the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other—This is My fBeloved gSon. Hear Him!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Christmas Humor

Last week NPR had a segment on Christmas humor and the dearth of Christmas comedy. The program itself was only mildly humorous,  in essence proving their point. Nonetheless,it did help me recall some of my favorite Christmas jokes.


Question: What's red and white and gives presents to good little fish on Christmas?
Answer: Sandy Claws. 

Question: Why does Santa have 3 gardens?
Answer: So he can ho-ho-ho. 

Question: What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire?
Answer: Frostbite. 

Question: Why was Santa's little helper depressed?
Answer: Because he had low elf esteem. 

Question: What do you get when you cross an archer with a gift-wrapper?
Answer: Ribbon hood. 

Question: What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus?
Answer: Claustrophobic. 

Question: What do snowmen eat for breakfast?
Answer: Snowflakes. 

Question: Why did the little girl change her mind about buying her grandmother a packet of handkerchiefs for Christmas?
Answer: She said "I could not work out what size her nose was!


Ok, So I guess that too proves the point there just is no humor in Christmas 


Monday, December 13, 2010

Life is a Game

There is finally an application that my mother would love.
Family-based, slightly competitive




Puma Life Scoreboard

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Doug Morrissette

With the sudden passing of a friend one reflects with sadness at the lost and yet delights at the memories. How can you not help but smile at a man who your sons affectionately call “Dougie”.

I literally have known Doug for decades and have a depth and breadth of shared memories. I knew Doug well before I was married; I’ve served multiple times in shared callings from Elder’s Quorum, to Home Teaching his family for years and years, to scouting. A few quick thoughts

· I would have never thought, nor would I have ever figured out how to build a potato gun -but Doug did. In fact I still have it in my garage and used it with my Naperville scouts Few words describe the youthful joy of young men shooting potatoes 200 yards with PVC piping. Doug could build many a contraption, this was one of my favorites.

· Doug mainly lived in homes on Medicine Lake He designed and built his home on the ridge overlooking the lake. It wasn’t a quick project and there were multiple opportunities to provide the manual labor in assisting on a project. The craftsman type work was off-limits to the likes of me but I carried, moved, held, and cleaned many a time with Doug. Doug more than reciprocated by returning the favor with skilled home repair helps when something was just past what Rindy and I could muster.
· Doug was ever inquisitive and willing to question and discuss politics, religion, and family at the drop of a hat. Ok, he might have been a tad too conservative than I, but he was always open to discussion. And many was the night sitting around the campfire where we explored a gospel principle, its foundation, its implications, and it veracity. He didn’t take things for granted but wanted to truly understand. It’s that engineering mind.

· Doug served. He served willing and he served well. On the welfare farm – he was there; painting a structure – he was there, raking leaves – he was there, making a lost sheep visit – he was there, building a set for a roadshow – he was there; and I couldn’t underscore enough going on a camp out – he was there.
· Doug and scouts. He served as an assistant scout master before I arrived on the scene and was an incredible source of experience and skills. He made an incredible contribution to the boys. He was patient in teaching, he was quick with praise, he was very real, he was non-judgmental, he was patient in demonstrating and showing how. There are literally dozens and dozens of examples that pop to mind but two will be emblematic of all: Doug spoke at our eldest son Blair’s eagle court of honor. The most important memory of that moment was Doug commenting that he loved Blair as a son. What a commitment, what service, what impact. The other is the patience of Job as Doug helped teach Evan how to downhill ski. The other boys quickly took to the hill; but Evan, just wasn’t as quick to the task and my knees being what they are, I wasn’t to be the one on the hill. I can vividly envision Doug skiing down the hill guiding Evan , encouraging him, helping Evan succeed. Doug had an impact on each of my four boys for which I am in his debt. Doug shared his love.

· Doug loved his family. He loved his Mom and Dad and faithfully served and helped them as a son, as a neighbor, as a health care provider. Doug loved his family I heard him praise and honor each of Barb, Mike, Matt, Amy and Ashley To each of them I say thanks for sharing Doug with me and my family. Know that many a time, at many a campfire, during many a service project I heard Doug praise you and express his concern for your long–term welfare. He cared for and loved his family.

And so another dear friend unexpectedly passes on having left their impression on my life. I’m grateful for the years of association, grateful for the years of sharing, grateful to know that through Heavenly Father’s plan our association will continue another time.

Various seasons of doug