tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53693552012-01-05T18:19:22.133-07:00The Carter Family"Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then,
and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a
sense of sadness and departure."
- Thomas Wolfejerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.comBlogger5371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-24706750210999875612010-09-28T15:13:00.000-06:002010-09-28T15:13:05.448-06:00A Golden September walk along Parley's Creek
The County has just completed a stretch of multi-use trail that goes down into and comes up out of Parley's Creek Corridor. As you will see, it was a golden September day. I walk in the foothills in all four seasons, but fall is my favorite. Cool crisp mornings, warm, quiet afternoons, and abundant amber sunshine.
The trail drops in to the hollow and jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-22807094626186039382010-08-11T16:55:00.000-06:002010-08-11T16:55:43.250-06:00
No certificate I've ever received is more important or more valued than this one. Ada spent the night a couple of nights ago. I saw her working on this in the kitchen and asked her what it was. She said it was a "little project."
jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-86444568706418908022010-06-21T17:46:00.001-06:002010-06-21T21:31:07.289-06:00
I encountered a rattler about this size on my walk in the foothills today. He wasn't coiled, didn't seem threatened, wasn't rattled. He just slinked away behind a rock and underneath a sage bush. He didn't speak to me, didn't try to lure me away. He just slithered, silently. And as I walked away thinking about him (and looking more closely under rocks and sage as I passed by), I thought what a jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-13763372508810156422010-04-20T15:35:00.000-06:002010-04-20T15:35:38.476-06:00I've been singing one way or another all my life. My mother says I was singing "Tennessee Waltz" all the way through at two years old. She was my agent until the pediatrician she took me to told her to lay off.
I still sing, though now mostly to myself, occasionally accompanied by my guitar.
Cristie bought me this guitar for my birthday twenty-three years ago after my first one had been jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-40830087715313806202010-03-02T18:22:00.001-07:002010-03-02T20:10:59.783-07:00A DAY ON MY HOME RIVER
It was in the mid 50's in Provo Canyon this afternoon. Cloudy. I thought the conditions were perfect for a good blue wing olive hatch. I was not disappointed.
MY TOOLS
MY PREY
One of the brown trout I caught today. Most were about this size. She was released to eat another bug after I took this shot. I caught seven. The big one got away, of course.
MY FLY OF jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-57436026237469967102010-02-16T19:22:00.000-07:002010-02-16T19:22:04.523-07:00I'm not a great multi tasker. Cristie has been posting wonderful poetry on her blog for the past several months and my prose has all but withered and died. It seems I can't read her offerings and then conjure up my own. Hers is mine vicariously. We are truly one; she posts and I'm dry.
But.....I did have a thought today. I enjoyed a nice cold, thirst quenching can of Squirt on ice, while in my jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-3115861351777875092009-11-30T20:08:00.000-07:002009-11-30T20:08:38.346-07:00
The girls practice their new knitting skills learned from Grammy (or mom)
Thanksgiving. A time to be together. Alison and her family visited and we laughed, ate, expressed gratitude, worshiped, and the girls learned to knit. We missed Katie and her sweet family.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-24036934375527071372009-10-17T20:52:00.000-06:002009-10-17T20:52:46.426-06:00
I found this pic in an old album today. I'm guessing I was six or seven here. The girl is Janice Carter and the picture was taken at Carpinteria.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-43822377253820428812009-09-10T14:45:00.000-06:002009-09-10T14:45:14.058-06:00 What would September be without a Farmington Peach?jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-65422055225842629672009-09-02T08:36:00.001-06:002009-09-02T08:48:30.974-06:00Carpinteria - 2008alisonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-79832772307681962712009-09-01T14:37:00.006-06:002009-09-01T18:46:13.335-06:00It's September 1st and I'm back. It's my mother's 83rd birthday today. I think she's holding up rather well, don't you?
This post is dedicated to my mom. Our new bishop was in our home for a few minutes last month when she was visiting for Dave's wedding. She of course wasted no time in telling him a story or two, and then launched in to how she feels about Barack Obama (hates him and jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-81843767393644827802009-07-20T11:57:00.001-06:002009-07-20T11:57:41.997-06:00On Summer hiatus. See you in the fall.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-50986486159303606702009-06-01T15:04:00.000-06:002009-06-01T16:07:18.836-06:00 Old NewWhen we lived in Denver in the 80's, I used to travel to New Mexico almost every month on business. I have fond memories of working in that state. I'm drawn to Native American culture, and there it blends with Latinos and the whitesjerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-88803841887840994982009-05-09T06:17:00.002-06:002009-05-09T07:00:48.886-06:00Posting from Delhi, India on Saturday, May 9th. 5:50PM GMT +5:30This is my 8th day in India, and in a few hours I'll be boarding a flight back home, via a layover in Newark, NJ. The flight to Newark from Delhi alone will be about 17 hours. This has been a business trip and I have been very busy running a training program for 22 Merck Indian Sales Managers. I've mostly been confined to my hotel, jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-24146709944085289212009-04-03T10:57:00.003-06:002009-04-03T11:54:40.668-06:00SPRING...THE CRUELEST SEASON?I love living in Utah. I'm a mountain guy and living in the mountains brings four seasons. I do a lot of musing about the seasons, the virtues and blessings of each. I love them all and welcome the arrival of each and to a lesser extent, mourn their passing.My relationship with spring has been the most ambivalent. For many it brings the excitement of a new birth, a jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-6247194192093559472009-03-18T10:56:00.002-06:002009-03-18T11:01:59.801-06:00JOE RETURNS AND SAMMY PAYS A VISITI'm proud of my four sons, all faithfully serving in their respective fields of labor. And I love my grand kids. Sammy is the latest.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-85875936443686633882009-03-05T17:13:00.002-07:002009-03-05T17:59:59.943-07:00"O wind, if winter comes can spring be far behind?" -Percey ShelleyWell, the wind came this week. Three straight days of the cursed stuff. Howling during the day, moaning at night until finally it blew in the blessed snow and stopped. Something about the wind just leeches the juice right out of me. Dries me up like a prune.Wind has been on my mind of late and came to the forefront of my orbjerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-30772284601108748432009-03-02T10:13:00.003-07:002009-03-02T10:17:13.799-07:00I made a snowball asperfect as could be.I thought I'd keep it as a petand let it sleep with me.I made it some pajamas anda pillow for it's head.Then, last night it ranaway.But first-- it wet the bed. --Shel Silversteinjerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-88585996720373328842009-02-16T12:45:00.000-07:002009-02-16T13:08:36.631-07:00Happier times on the slopes a few years agoI was skiing by myself at Deer Valley on Friday. I enjoy skiing with others, especially my family, but I also don't mind spending time alone doing things I love like fly fishing and skiing.It was a beautiful sunny day, the snow was good and the pre-holiday crowds manageable. I skied hard in the morning and was moving over to some easier slopes to cool jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-17483796966810901652009-02-11T16:58:00.002-07:002009-02-11T17:18:25.992-07:00The WaveMe and my son Sam, my friend Bob Nydegger, and his brother Fred took this hike yesterday. It's not far out of Kanab, Utah, right on the Utah/Arizona border. It was chilly and windy, but the chill, wind, and the snow the previous day meant we had this very popular little trip in paradise all to ourselves. I've taken many hikes in our red rock country and lived in it for a month with jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-43871159623721500932009-02-02T12:25:00.002-07:002009-02-02T12:35:41.963-07:00These little monsters have the run of the house this week (except when confined to "the cage"). Oh sure, they look cute and innocent enough when the camera is focused on them. Cristie and I have watched parts of Cinderella, Finding Nemo and Nanny McPhee this morning and you know, they're not bad. Not bad at all.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-37489197663746328952009-01-26T18:44:00.002-07:002009-01-26T19:11:25.946-07:00You're looking at the front and back of a Hamilton 992b railroad watch. It was made in the 1950's and some consider these watches to be the finest ever made in America. This model was introduced in 1940 and was in production until the 1960's.This was my dad's watch, one of his prized possessions. He always looked up to my mothers father. Grandpa Ed was a Mason and carried a Hamilton pocket watch.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-56509725654012607382009-01-18T16:51:00.002-07:002009-01-18T22:10:56.279-07:00I heard a lady interviewed on the radio last week who had queried famous chefs from all over the world asking them what their last meal would consist of. She wrote a book listing what each chef's ideal last supper would be. They ranged from the most elaborate to the very simple.I've read about those condemned to death who, just before they're executed are granted their request for a last meal. Ifjerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-61476210266500321042009-01-12T16:11:00.001-07:002009-01-12T16:13:21.185-07:00This is an ad from the 1930's. It sums up my new year resolution!jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-34006832466455535342009-01-04T15:54:00.002-07:002009-01-04T16:09:13.349-07:00Happy New Year. Happy January. I wrote this poem several years ago about the first month of the year:January, why do I hold you in contempt at your birth?Why do I shudder at the thought of you?You. With your silent shroud so serene,tiny stars in the sunlit air, your breath so pure, so quiet.Your black dressing gown conceals radiant skin.We gather against your dreariness.And find fellowship.You jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-17824416683523039072008-12-12T10:32:00.000-07:002008-12-12T10:50:00.030-07:00Ed's 10th birthday party. I can't believe the kid is 10 years old. Like I told Sam and Melissa as they were leaving, they're half done with him in their home, and the second half is a real roller coaster ride. It was nice to have my mother in town to help us celebrate (she was a little subdued and tired after her trip that same day), but we missed those of you in distant lands.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-6514151168586913172008-11-10T12:40:00.001-07:002008-11-10T13:56:33.102-07:00Proposition 8 in California. A choice on a ballot in a democracy. And voters chose to not call a union between a woman and a woman or a man and a man a "marriage." Demonstrations at LDS temples have followed the vote and vandalism at LDS chapels has been reported. And I'm sad.I'm sad because my church and my beliefs are under attack. I'm sad to read of my church being accused of "hate speech." jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-91214634277150583282008-10-14T17:54:00.000-06:002008-10-14T18:02:10.757-06:00It was an eventful weekend in Chicago. I joined Bob and Marge there on Saturday night. On Sunday, Isaac was confirmed after his baptism the previous day, little Samuel was blessed and Danny, newly called to the bishopric in their ward, was ordained a high priest by his dad. This old grandpa was honored to be a part of it all.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-2206484017715883262008-09-18T09:35:00.000-06:002008-09-18T09:39:35.126-06:00Sixth generation (that I know of) fisherman.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-52976131526477109662008-09-09T15:33:00.001-06:002008-09-09T15:51:22.532-06:00A September afternoon hike with my grandkids visiting from Idaho:The scenery was spectacular;We saw (well, heard) wildlife;The going was steep;Some got very tired;But the destination was worth it.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-63201653861222281292008-08-27T10:59:00.000-06:002008-08-27T13:45:09.956-06:00This girl here is a piece of work. She has been since she could walk. We could never quite figure her out and still can't. She can double you over in laughter, wrench your heart, make you angry with a word, talk your head off, try your patience, and really surprise you. She has been the subject of more family councils, fasting and prayer than any other family member. She's on our ward leader's jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-82542787759156536462008-08-17T14:37:00.000-06:002008-08-17T15:32:12.173-06:00We've been home from Carpinteria for a week and Cristie says she'd head back for another week in the sand and sun tomorrow. I think I would too, though I suspect if she and I were to go without our kids and grand kids we'd get a little lonely. It was a great week, in a great campsite we'd like to try for again. We had Uncle Jim and his family there, Joanna and her kids for awhile, Chris Carter jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-80442221874904556262008-07-29T16:48:00.000-06:002008-07-29T17:25:50.038-06:00Umping is over for the season, youth conference and the YM super activity are history and so is my calling in the YM organization in our ward. It's been a busy summer thus far, but I anticipate a slowing through the dog days of August. A welcome slowing, and a re commitment to regular posting. It's just not right that summer race by.This weekend, our family is headed to Carpinteria State Beach, jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-63033700491642359482008-06-11T12:28:00.000-06:002008-06-11T12:52:19.431-06:00Which is your fancy? The premium stuff, like Henry Weinhard's, or your basic A&W? Our ward recently had a root beer tasting party where they blinded the flavors and asked everybody to pick their favorite. They had the gourmet micro brews as well as the less expensive mass marketed brands. A&W won the contest.Root Beer was about the only soft drink I liked as a kid and I really like it as an adultjerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-90142722147127380172008-05-28T11:07:00.000-06:002008-05-28T11:14:43.258-06:00The Clark Family Memorial Day party was held in a stake center in Farmington due to inclement weather. The food was good, the company was great and the rain didn't dampen the fun one bit. A few sample pics:jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-91610217047524178532008-05-14T09:55:00.000-06:002008-05-14T10:28:11.846-06:00This is very weird. I've been retired for seven weeks now and I've virtually stopped reading and writing (I have never done much arithmetic). My journal lies dormant, without a word written so far on early perspectives in retirement. You'd think my examinations on life would increase rather than drop with a thud. You can see The Book Thief still resting comfortably on my bookshelf. I haven't jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-76079144407886549212008-04-27T21:18:00.000-06:002008-04-27T21:26:19.231-06:00Montana. Big Sky Country. Land of the Assiniboine, Blackfeet, the Sioux and Crow. Ed, Dave, Sam, and I joined my brother Tom and his son to fish the Madison and the Beaverhead rivers Thursday through Saturday. You never know what spring will throw at you in the Rockies and she tossed wind, snow, sleet and hail on us as we floated down the Madison Thursday and Friday and mixed in the occasional jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-28875679954969010912008-04-17T11:08:00.000-06:002008-04-17T11:42:46.153-06:00The "ump" is back in the game.Cristie, Lizzie and I went to NYC, I retired April 1st and immediately took up pony league umpiring with my son Ed. The boys in the leagues we umpire range in ages from 12 to 18, so we see a wide variety of baseball. I'm new at this, but so far, so good.I get asked a lot why I decided to be an umpire. I answer that I've always loved baseball and I like kids, so it jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-72510141021692082642008-03-17T16:10:00.000-06:002008-03-17T16:37:49.338-06:00We had Laurel's 26th birthday party here Saturday night. Cristie went to a lot of work to pull it off and we had Sam and Melissa and their kids; Ed and Val and the girls, and Cristie, Lizzie and I. Dave was in Vegas at the Mountain West basketball tournament and of course Joe is serving in AZ. We loved having Alison and Katie in town earlier this month, but they weren't here for the party.It was jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-54295199330654008802008-03-10T19:02:00.000-06:002008-03-10T19:26:50.966-06:00What's on your ipod? The music you listen to can say much about who you are, so out with it. Who are your favorites? After a quick check of my play list, I list the top five artists by the number of tunes in my "elite" file (the one I listen to when I walk or can't sleep). Now mind you, I have a ton of classical music which I DO listen to, but listing my classical favorites would be difficult. Sojerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-88721349284035953402008-03-03T18:20:00.001-07:002008-03-03T19:28:32.427-07:00Our stake "Cultural Arts" evening was last Saturday night. Each ward was asked to do a musical number from a broadway play. It was a snowy evening, but the house was full. Our ward was the last to perform so we got to watch most of the other ward productions. I was impressed, both at the ward shows and at the music and singing in between the shows. We even had a live orchestra of stake members injerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-20999806258123194962008-02-25T16:02:00.000-07:002008-02-25T16:13:46.353-07:00This is what the bug that infected me last week looks like. It's a mean one, I tell you, and I didn't even have that bad a case. It mostly just drained my energy and enthusiasm and brought along body aches and the sniffles for good measure. The real rub is, I take great pains to protect myself by getting a flu shot every year. Cristie on the other hand NEVER gets a flu shot and NEVER gets the flujerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-52584621392108702862008-02-09T13:42:00.000-07:002008-02-09T14:09:43.698-07:00Before we took off on a flight the other day, a lady with two little kids a couple of rows back starting reading aloud to them. It was some story about a princess, and the reason I know that is because she was reading loud enough for several passengers around her to hear (including me, even in my rapidly declining auditory sense). After a few minutes of that nonsense I couldn't resist looking jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-47138978785851037722008-01-22T18:55:00.000-07:002008-01-22T19:28:50.130-07:00Nephi (second from left). My hero. Always doing the right thing, yet he was mortal and subject to the weaknesses of the flesh ("O wretched man that I am!"). I'm loving studying his life again this year.I've wondered this past week why Nephi was great. Was it his leadership ability? His physical strength? Intellect? Faith? All were contributors and parts of his character but I believe Nephi was jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-80099296268259622602008-01-14T10:37:00.000-07:002008-01-14T11:12:49.719-07:00Why is it that each year when January rolls around, it's like I experience it for the first time? It seems that when other months return they're like greeting an old friend, with familiar sights, colors, smells, light, and the activities we associate with that season, but January arrives each year as a stranger to me.And I like getting re-acquainted. It's a still, quiet month, a time to assess jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-38978901538122825932008-01-08T14:13:00.000-07:002008-01-08T14:36:03.836-07:00"People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written cristienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-53504596158009320542008-01-07T13:37:00.000-07:002008-01-07T13:46:00.900-07:00I learned early on that setting a table is so much more than just laying down knives and forks. It is creating a setting for food and conversation, setting a mood and an aura that lingers long after what was served and who said what was forgotten.---Peri WolfmanI so enjoyed sharing a simple meal with my family last night. We laughed, bantered, listened and lingered over empty dishes to savor the cristienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-74185177138322762732008-01-03T12:19:00.000-07:002008-01-03T20:47:15.759-07:002008 dawns and the Iowa caucuses are tonight! I love the presidential campaign season . I'm a casual follower of politics, and the strategy, posturing, pandering, and the slip ups of the candidates (the Dean Scream four years ago was a highlight) all are far more entertaining for me than any TV show.Last year I changed my political affiliation from Republican to Independent. I decided I couldn't jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-38895041241521628752007-12-26T14:15:00.000-07:002007-12-27T08:52:13.986-07:00Feeling a little nostalgic at the passing of 2007? For a whimsical look back not this year, but at the 50's, click on the link upper right. I can recall most all the things mentioned in the song. Burma Shave signs were usually in groups of six spaced along the road. I remember seeing them on trips to the family cabin in the Sierra Nevada mountains when I was a kid. They were edged out as jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-90680491356498183012007-12-21T08:14:00.000-07:002007-12-21T08:30:13.711-07:00"If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things, and again with things; if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every moment of our lives with action, when will we have the time to make the long, slow journey across the desert as did the Magi? Or sit and watch the stars as did the shepherds? Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary? For each one of us, there is a desert tocristienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-29211276950445183652007-12-19T10:55:00.000-07:002007-12-19T10:59:37.778-07:00These fashion photos appeared in the JC Penny catalogue about the time Cristie and I got married. Thankfully I was out of style then as much as I am now!jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-13275036272228098322007-12-12T08:56:00.001-07:002007-12-12T08:56:44.064-07:00Happy Birthday Valerie!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-79549825902906212632007-12-10T10:39:00.000-07:002007-12-10T10:59:08.676-07:00jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-77904169286962838422007-12-05T18:20:00.000-07:002007-12-05T18:23:24.282-07:00Latest barrier to getting any work done in my office.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-64323573078829628652007-11-29T13:04:00.000-07:002007-11-29T16:39:03.432-07:00I returned from Tucson today and as my flight descended toward the SLC airport and I beheld the fresh coat of snow in the valley and on the mountains, my heart jumped. Mind you, I've spent the last two days in 70 degree sunny weather at a resort where the saguaro cactus surround, waving and reaching to the sky. A place to where many rush to escape winter's deathly tentacles. But for me, winter injerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-37699593891510030852007-11-24T09:05:00.000-07:002007-11-24T09:19:38.872-07:00A few more pictures of Thanksgiving....It was fun!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-81263301780892603332007-11-19T19:13:00.000-07:002007-11-19T21:10:47.595-07:00What would my life be like without radio? I got my first one for my 5th or 6th birthday (mine was exactly like the picture, except yellow) and I went to sleep to Lucky Lager Dance Time on KMPC in Los Angeles every night. They closed out the show at 9PM with "Dream, when you're feelin blue; Dream and they might come true." I'm sure my preference even today in having a radio playing by my bed all jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-62688635408143356562007-11-10T08:03:00.000-07:002007-11-10T08:19:01.170-07:00Hi family! I just got home from Arizona and the highlight of my trip was definitely visiting the Mission Office and visiting with Joe's Mission President and his wife. Right when we got there Sister Bassett gave me a big hug and said Elder Carter was here just an hour ago. President and Sister Bassett were very complimentary of Joe, told me that he is quiet but get's the job done. We listened to alisonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-89586336833028189732007-11-05T20:31:00.000-07:002007-11-05T20:33:58.317-07:00Keep posting like this Jer- it makes it soo much easier for me to update my blog ;). (Thanks for letting me copy it). By the way I love the picture...now, where was I when all this was going on? I'm glad you stay on top of things!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-26233789374292376882007-11-04T15:20:00.000-07:002007-11-05T12:16:29.995-07:00Sam pulled Tater Tot's tooth last night. She was eager to have him do it! I don't think this girl feels much pain, or maybe she just ignores it when it comes. If so, she possesses a great life skill.On Cristie's suggestion, we had a family prayer when Sam & Melissa and their kids were ready to leave. I asked Jack to offer it. He uttered a sweet, fervent prayer and was very serious about it. Last jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-49984178530436172902007-11-02T17:31:00.000-06:002007-11-02T22:19:55.573-06:00November is the month we celebrate Veteran's Day, and it's the month of my Dad's birthday. My mother presented me with my Dad's masonic ring shortly after his death, and in his honor I wore it last November and have decided to wear it this year as well.His service to our country all those years ago in WWII means more to me now than it did before, perhaps because he's gone, perhaps because I know jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-89121952166138225262007-11-01T12:47:00.000-06:002007-11-01T13:01:52.210-06:00TRICK OR TREATOkay, I'm sure this layout is going to be messed up. someone help me figure this thing out!It was lots of fun!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-21430182260534079882007-09-15T20:29:00.000-06:002007-09-15T20:36:55.670-06:00I hate that Doug and I are not in those pictures. What a great group! I thought about you all often and am glad you had a great time. I had a great weekend myself. A girl in the ward called me yesterday and invited me to go to an all day seminar called "Time out for Women". This is an event done by Deseret Book once a year and is kind of like a mini education week. Women come from all around. Thealisonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-75607030270622311472007-09-14T19:10:00.000-06:002007-09-14T19:11:03.674-06:00Sam dares Lizzie to eat sand.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-83434729002392781102007-09-14T18:35:00.000-06:002007-09-14T18:55:03.268-06:00It was too hot. It was too cold. There was too much downhill, and then too much uphill. It was too long, and many who went said one time was enough. Perhaps their perspective will change as time passes. The Subway is indeed one of the premier hikes in Utah. I loved being there, soaking in the incredible beauty and being assisted through some of the tougher obstacles. My favorite part of the hike jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-5729849641571640312007-08-29T20:52:00.000-06:002007-08-29T20:53:24.297-06:00I am missing my family tonight. Love you all.alisonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-38832877803665345882007-08-18T15:58:00.000-06:002007-08-18T16:03:21.285-06:00wow, Melissa, you do check this blog regularly!I added the slide show from my picassa (a free google photo app) web album. Very easy to do.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-91352305006179053962007-08-17T18:30:00.000-06:002007-08-17T18:31:28.861-06:00Wow, what great pictures!How did you do that slide show thing? Very fancy!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-42076376232303963822007-08-16T09:30:00.000-06:002007-08-16T09:31:09.801-06:00jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-38217546375787105142007-08-16T01:00:00.000-06:002007-09-05T14:38:36.461-06:00CHRISTMAS 2007Okay, okay, I know it's WAY early, but Katie mentioned drawing names while she was in town, so I thought I might as well.I'm not good at the rotation thing, it seems that the same people are giving or getting repeatedly, so I went ahead and just drew names. Let me know if there are any repeats or any other changes that need to be made. Here goes;SAM givesMelissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-9631636595263427602007-08-01T08:36:00.000-06:002007-08-01T08:49:40.695-06:00We had such a fun visit in Salt Lake this past week. It sure went fast! As we were driving away Abby said, "That was the best week of my life." I enjoyed being a visitor and staying at home with the family. I was amazed at Mom's patience with all the noise and chaos at any given moment. I loved the late nights up visiting and the daily outings. Thanks Dad for the hikes, car rides, ice cream run alisonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-84235286490898472812007-07-31T21:54:00.001-06:002007-07-31T21:54:42.343-06:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOUG!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-22066921445864270102007-07-25T12:47:00.000-06:002007-07-25T13:17:23.650-06:00Jerry, thanks for resurrecting the blog with those beautiful scenes of summer. As I was reading, I was listening to the song "Swallow" by the Wailin' Jennys...totally fit the picture you illustrated.Speaking of music, Sam surprised me with an ipod last week, and my childhood dream of turning my life into one big musical is coming true. :)I have loved, loved, loved having Ali and Katie in town Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-47462763562689233762007-07-20T10:27:00.000-06:002007-07-20T11:06:14.283-06:00Since Ali has started her new blog, I thought it might be nice to get this one going again, so let me be the first to post.We're looking forward to having Ali and Katie and their kids join us here tomorrow. It will be nice to get the kids together and I'm thinking the noise and activity around here will not only be tolerable but soothing in a strange sort of way.A couple of current entries from jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-43466541650530638442007-05-07T21:43:00.000-06:002007-05-07T21:49:15.222-06:00melissa, thank you so much for bringing us up to speed as to ada's surgery and prognosis. it's been fun to watch her fly around with that little cast. nothing slows her down for long.it's hard to believe that those twins are already six years old and Eli just had his six year old birthday yesterday. these little ones are growing up much too speedy for my liking.my love to all of my dear hearts. Cristienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-55015827168223485322007-04-28T11:04:00.000-06:002007-04-28T11:17:48.173-06:00Ada's surgery Wed. went even better than I expected - as far as convenience goes ;) I was expecting to be there 2 days. We were able to go home the same day.Here's the deal; she has hemiplegic cerebral palsy (which you already know) that affects her right side.She walks on her right toes, and so the top half of her calf muscle is REALLY tight (so is here Achilles heel) making it impossible for Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-37206371282010670362007-04-24T13:32:00.000-06:002007-04-24T13:35:00.079-06:00....all that twirling for the camera reminds me of her Aunt Kate!jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-24437717104264324422007-04-24T09:37:00.000-06:002007-04-24T09:46:02.839-06:00Ada at the Gait Analysis Lab, Shriner's Hospital 4/23/07.She was an adorable little patient. They video taped her walking, running and doing all sorts of tricks. The only thing that made it difficult for the therapist was that Ada kept looking at herself in the monitor (she loved seeing herself on TV). She would smile, twirl and spin...finally they had to turn off the monitor for a minute so Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1163115214522778172006-11-09T16:32:00.000-07:002006-11-09T16:33:34.750-07:00Is that a Red Bull she's downing? Ah, she's her daddy's girl...Cute picture. She is so much fun.Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1162879025466645042006-11-06T22:57:00.000-07:002006-11-06T23:07:29.323-07:00Thought you might want to see crazy Claire during the last BYU game....Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02609318702112717680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1161367447034328812006-10-20T12:03:00.000-06:002006-10-20T12:10:37.336-06:002006 CHRISTMAS LISTSam gives to KatieMelissa gives to JoeAlison gives to SamDoug gives to LaurelKatie gives to MelissaDanny gives to DougEd gives to DannyValerie gives to David Laurel gives to ElizabethDavid gives to ValerieJoe gives to AlisonElizabeth gives to EdI know it's plenty early... Just let me know if there are any repeats, or if you've been going back and forth with the same two people.Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1158266509320386862006-09-14T14:41:00.000-06:002006-09-14T14:41:49.943-06:00adorable!The first day of school was so full of promise...or was it dread? :-) xoxCristienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1157580233279454022006-09-06T15:59:00.000-06:002006-09-06T16:04:00.896-06:00First day of school for the kids. Jack can't wait.8S8Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750615504830963179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1151083483471712002006-06-23T11:24:00.000-06:002006-06-23T11:24:44.210-06:00A few more photos of James. Katie and James are both home. He is sleeping and eating well. Eli is walking around as a big brother. Though he continues to remind us of his new status, not much substance has changed. They both dote on James, constantly trying to pat his head, foot, face, belly - whatever they can get their grimy hands on. It has been a wonderful treat to have him in our home.Dannynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1146796009931316992006-05-04T20:24:00.000-06:002006-05-04T20:28:00.646-06:00awwww, not only have you been a wonderful son, but an outstanding brother with a great sense of humor. I do love you. me xoxCristienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1146659137813688412006-05-03T06:25:00.000-06:002006-05-03T06:25:38.026-06:00It's all true...every word of it.jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1146164449315548772006-04-27T12:59:00.000-06:002006-04-27T13:00:49.950-06:00Good read. Thanks for the post!Katienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1146050614191138812006-04-26T05:23:00.000-06:002006-04-26T05:23:34.430-06:00Mom's the wordBy Garrison KeillorApr. 26, 2006 I'd like a word with you about your mother, and I want you to read this column all the way to the end, otherwise I will slap you so hard your head will spin.I realize that Mother's Day is a fake holiday perpetuated by the greeting card industry and the florists, but it's here to stay, so make the best of it. The president is a fake, too, but we stillNatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12482351502466959057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1141074289445550582006-02-27T14:03:00.000-07:002006-02-27T14:04:49.656-07:00Ha! That girl is so much fun. Great picture!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1140588743066617642006-02-21T23:10:00.000-07:002006-02-21T23:12:23.296-07:00whaddya mean nobody reads this blog, Ed? How'd you get on here anyway?jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1140575712858597492006-02-21T19:33:00.000-07:002006-02-21T19:36:18.046-07:00That Claire is adorable! Fun to see such a happy sweet face. xoxCristienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1140376421811322062006-02-19T12:13:00.000-07:002006-02-20T08:49:51.870-07:00I thought this was a cute picture of Claire and I wanted to share it with everyone...but I don't think anyone even reads the blog.Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02609318702112717680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1132004125920073732005-11-14T14:34:00.000-07:002005-11-14T14:35:26.120-07:00Christmas List:Sam gives to EdMelissa gives to KatieAlison gives to JoeDoug gives to SamKatie gives to LaurelDanny gives to MelissaEd gives to DougValerie gives to DannyLaurel gives to DavidDavid gives to ElizabethJoe gives to ValerieElizabeth gives to AlisonMelissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1130125108605356042005-10-23T21:37:00.000-06:002005-10-23T21:38:28.610-06:00Happy Birthday dear Edward....Happy Birthday to You!Cristienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1129591867449197122005-10-17T17:08:00.000-06:002005-10-17T17:31:07.456-06:00Took this shot today on my walk along the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. I have enjoyed observing plant and animal life in all of the four seasons now along my walk, and fall is the most glorious. Along with it's brilliance, fall often brings to me a touch of sadness, but this year I've felt only a deep appreciation for it's beauty and for the natural cycle of life. Two weeks ago I saw a tarantula jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754094097370945360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1128550000507644112005-10-05T16:04:00.000-06:002005-10-05T16:06:40.513-06:00Knowing the Truth and Sacrificing for the Lord---------------------------------------------------"Our ancestors, along with many other faithful Saints, sacrificedeverything because of their testimonies and faith in Jesus Christ. Theyknew that the gospel had been restored to the earth once more and that theywere led by a prophet of God. They knew that the Book of Mormon was trueand understood its Cristienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1127911166818488702005-09-28T06:38:00.000-06:002005-09-28T06:44:34.990-06:00Happy Birthday to Alison and Carter! Ed, that sounds like sour grapes....you know Aesop's fable about the fox? In any case your post gives me the giggles.Cristienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1127883367557560252005-09-27T22:56:00.000-06:002005-09-27T22:56:07.610-06:00The ref's are a bunch of cheets! It was obvious they had a hidden agenda...hopefully those refs do not travel with us to South Bend....anti-Mormon refsEdwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02609318702112717680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1127738222896561402005-09-26T06:32:00.000-06:002005-09-26T06:40:38.136-06:00What was that about TCU? Care to revise the statement?Dannynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369355.post-1127341497699696712005-09-21T16:22:00.000-06:002005-11-13T23:18:32.720-07:00Christmas List:Sam gives to EdMelissa gives to KatieAlison gives to JoeDoug gives to SamKatie gives to LaurelDanny gives to MelissaEd gives to DougValerie gives to DannyLaurel gives to DavidDavid gives to ElizabethJoe gives to ValerieElizabeth gives to AlisonMelissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/12355857556707264725noreply@blogger.com0