Another Concert

          We filmed the Coffenberry Middle School Band Concerts last year.  I had even posted them to facebook and shared with Coffenberry page.  We also filmed the spring concert.  But by then, Rolands phone would no longer communicate with my computer.  My brother-in-law sent him a chip so that we could download pictures that way, but thus far we haven't seemed capable of transferring the footage from the phone's hard drive to the chip.  Thus we didn't film any of it.

          I was taking still pictures with my camera, though I guess I could have recorded some of it.  To start the program, the symphonic band played "The Star-Spangled Banner"  It was awesome!  They did a terrific job.  They only played four numbers and the beginners played six.  I think half of the "beginners" were students in both bands but with different instruments playing in each.

          I am sad that Jenna has lost her desire or ability to communicate in Spanish, but it did do my heart good watching her playing the clarinet.  Way to go, Jenna!

          She said she felt the need to celebrate afterward.  We went to rip-off Ray's to get a cake and went home and played Spades.  I was 90 in the hole at one point.  I don't think I ever managed to get out.  Roland won by a landslide. 

Forget the TV . . . We'll be FINE Without IT

                My mom read a lot but she also watched a lot of TV.  I think more often when her children gradually started leaving and it was just her at home.  So often she would fall asleep and miss the ending of whatever she'd started out watching.  Sometimes the station would be doing a marathon on Jimmy Stewart or Gary Cooper movies and she would fall asleep during one and wake up for another and always felt disoriented about what was going on.  There are a lot of family jokes about her sleeping habits and the TV.

                Jenna and I are okay with not having TV.  We are willing to forgo having networks.  We already got rid of cable, and now have Netflix.  The greatest part about Netflix is no commercials.  But I could do without Netflix as well.  I would want to keep the monitor in order to watch the DVDs we've collected over the years: most of them are Jenna's.

                We do watch the TV because it's available.  Roland, on the other hand, likes having TV.  He wasn't all that excited when I got rid of cable.  But really, it's an expense that we don't need.  The Internet is needed because of work and schooling.  Communication is a bonus perk.  So we were watching TV last night and a couple of our stations gave us a view of a black bar across the screen.  We only had six stations.  We didn't get ABC but did have NBC and CBS. This morning we no longer have access to CBS.  We now have NBC and Comet.  Oh, joy.

                Cool, I thought.  Perhaps we can spend more quality time together.  Play more games.  Practice playing clarinet, drawing, story-telling . . . but I don't think Roland is going to go for it.  It's been less than an hour since he made the discovery and is going through withdrawal.  I thought maybe the weather had something to do with it.  It has stopped raining, but still quite overcast.   

                We've actually done without aired television before.  We spent a lot of time at the library renting DVD's.  That was more practical in Utah than it is here.  The library is still in limbo, but the selection always seemed quite pathetic in comparison to Salt Lake.  

                The stream of water I posted yesterday became a waterfall before Jenna returned home from school.  

Last night about 4:00 pm pacific time

about 10:30 a.m. this morning

Small Lakes and Streams

       I have gained a better understanding for manufactured houses - which seems to be the most popular type of housing in this area.  Everything needs to be raised off the ground.  There are no basements.  It would be impractical.

       I know I can't judge the whole state of Oregon by the few places that I have been, but from what we've seen so far, flat ground does not exist.  It is during the continuous rain that we learn just where all the dips and unevenness exist. The beds that were nearly dried up in summer are now at a fast moving and wicked flow.

       Here are some pictures that I took today.  This is our backyard  . . . this is the land water behind our house.

The Sound of Christmas (and the Assembly Hall)

        We'd been invited to attend a Christmas concert at a local Baptist Church in our area:

        Roland and I dragged Jenna to it last night.  I don't know why she was being all glum about it. The concert was held in the chapel - which appeared to be bigger than the entire building of the LDS church.  This was our view from the side

         The songs were not the traditional ones that I'm accustomed to hearing each year.  For the most part, I was actually unfamiliar with the tunes. I decided that may have been Jenna's problem.  She wanted to sing along, but wasn't able - even when she did know the words, it was only a part of a medley arrangement. 

        There was a man in front of us who sang along with a few tunes.  It made me smile.  He was a bit off key, but then so were some who were in the choir.  Their key requirement for joining the choir is because you want to sing and have fun.  They made a few announcements to recruit new blood.

        Their chapel reminded me a little bit of the chapel in the Assembly Hall on Temple Square (minus the balcony) I smiled as a memory entered my mind.

        I don't recall the time of year.  Summer, maybe spring.  Nor do I remember the reason why my friends Timmy and Becky were visiting.  I had met them when I lived in Woodbridge, Virginia, but they had moved to Missoula, Montana.  Perhaps it was at a time when they were just passing through.

        Anyway, I had gone with them to Temple Square just to look around.  Becky noticed the Star of David on the Assembly Hall and asked me about it.

        "Oh, that building is actually a Jewish Synagogue,"  I joked.  "The Jewish people have been poorly treated and were unable to purchase land to build their own church, so the authorities at Temple Square allowed them this space for their worship"

        I was thrown back that she had actually believed me, and I couldn't keep a straight face.  According to Wikipedia (here) (which I have learned is not always an accurate or reliable source) the symbol is to remind us of the re-gathering of Israel.  But I don't find the same information provided here.

This story touches my heart

Party On

                      

It has raining off and on for almost six weeks.  Mostly on, and I'm fine with it, except was hoping it would not be raining between 5:30 and 7:30 last night.

Yesterday was quite a busy day for members of our community. Fortunately it was a nice day.  The fire trucks could be heard all day as they offered rides to youth.  At least that’s what I heard.  After we returned home from the breakfast, we pretty much stayed put until about 5:30 and then headed toward downtown Myrtle Creek.

The community puts on a light parade the 2^nd Saturday of each December; they’ve been doing it for over 35 years now.  The parade starts in Riddle and goes up to Old Pacific Highway up to Riverside, down Neal, Division and end at Main Street -       - or so I thought.

Last year we had watched it from the corner of Neal Lane and Riverside – though I had planned on standing on Neal across from Jenny – where Jaime caught the bus.  But Roland had met a group that said we could come join them.  It was cold last year, and raining.  Sometime later that night, the rain turned into snow.  We haven’t had snow this year like we did last year.

This year we live within walking distance of Old Pacific Highway, and thought we could just go down there to see the parade about 6:00 or so.  But the brethren that was just put in as new counselor in the bishopric invited all the members to come to his state farm office on Main Street to see the parade.  I was surprised by the amount of people that had driven up from Riddle where the parade started. In fact, I think the majority of people that were there had driven much of the same distance as the parade itself.  There were at least two families there that had moved to Myrtle Creek since last December and had never seen the parade before.

I must say that it had been a great day starting out the breakfast with so many awesome ward family members and ending the day visiting with many of those same family friends.  And I will see them again today.

I wish my family were here to experience this same joy.

Let the Music Play

            I love music.  All kinds of music really.  But the holidays are not complete without traditional Christmas songs and hymns depicting the original Bethlehem scene.

            On Wednesday night Jenna asked if we could attend the high school concert scheduled for last night.  She doesn't ask for much and I was excited that she wanted to attend.

            Thus last night we went to the high school to listen to the choir and two bands.  There were a lot more people than chairs.  The conductor of the high school band and choir is the same one who leads the Middle School's. 

            When Jenna has her school concert, it will be in the gym, but I think the concert last night was held in the auditorium.  I had thought perhaps the lunchroom, but I didn't see a kitchen.

            The auditorium/lunchroom and kitchen at Jenna's school are in a building by itself.  It is between the elementary school and middle school.  Both schools share the same cafeteria.  It  is known as the SkyHawk room. I don't have a photo of the building itself, but a rough map location here.

 

            It is where morning meetings are held and dances when they have them.  I think the room at the high school held their concert last night is roughly the same size as the Skyhawk Room.  I think the gym where the Middle School holds their concert seems to provide more seating.          

Little by Little

        We lived in a different house during Christmas last year. Oregon seems to get really dark.  The street that we lived on was not well lit.  Actually, the entire neighborhood seemed dark - even where the lamp post could be seen.

        

        Tri City seems to have more light.  There's neighborhood streets that are better lit than others - our current street for example; is not near as dark as our first street.   A lamp post stands in the yard of the neighbors to the west of us.  I think it is the brightest lamp post I have ever seen.

       

        Downtown Myrtle Creek is usually lit up - particularly at this time of year. We put our Christmas lights up before December started.  Little by Little we have seen other houses and yards being decorated and providing light on otherwise dark roads.  I love Christmas lights!