Beneath the Wraps

             That’s probably not the best title for this post – but I am not the only mind that has felt a sense of that thought at some point during one’s life time. The Book of Mormon starts out as an account written in first person.   Nephi has two sets of plates which he so cleverly refers to as the large plates of Nephi and the small plates of Nephi.   Say what?           The large plates share the history of the people while the small plates refer to the word of God.   Nephi writes according to what he is told and what he learns and would like for us to learn.   Nephi is the author of the first two books.           From my understanding the small plates were handed down from one generation to the next while the large plates were passed from king to king (or ruler to ruler).   So before Nephi dies he passes the plates to his broth...

            The counselors from the Elder’s Quorum and Relief Society are asked to attend the huddles of either family history or meet with the missionaries.   As both RS counselors have been involved with another class (which happens during the time of the huddle meetings) the president and I have filled in for the last three weeks or so. And then Richard was called to assist in the missionary program (which he has pretty much been doing anyway). In our last huddle the missionaries presented a list of some inactive members they had contacted and told us that each had expressed interest in returning to the fold.   Each of us were assigned a few names from the list.   Richard felt impressed to bring goodies – cupcakes or cookies.   We settled on chocolate chip cookies and Richard and I visited two households yesterday.   The first house we drove to was in the country.   50 Acres.   Nice couple.   They used to ...

               Lately Richard has been receiving several calls from home warranty and mortgage places wanting us to refinance or invest or purchase or whatever.   He’s had enough calls – some from companies we have already dealt with – that he now gets rid of the caller by stating, “Oh, we have decided just to sell”                 We did look up the address that was given - or tried to.  There is no street bearing that name in Myrtle Creek.  It isn't even a house number where we have lived or looked at.  I t would be nice if we could sell just to have money in our pockets – but it is a bogus address.                  We’re stumped at where the address materialized and how Richard’s phone or name got attached to this bogus address.  Seems like all these companies were scammed.  Just to make things clear:  WE DID NO...

  Ever since we moved to Oregon members of our ward have indicated that finding jobs comes easy to those in the Church.   Maybe before 2020.   I didn’t get a job right away with the school system – but I did get a job.   Haven’t found another.   But I have put in MANY applications and have had interviews.   I didn’t think I was being all that picky.   Maybe. The most frustrating thing was having Richard get on my case – also believing that it would be easier to find work than it has been.   Now (with on bachelors and two masters) he’s the one putting in applications and interviewing and not getting hired.   I feel for him – I do.   He wants to work.   I wouldn’t mind working part time somewhere.   I’m okay with volunteering at the library – though just a bit of extra income would help financially.   A lot of extra income would help keep Jaime in school. I’d like Richard to be working again.   I am sorry he has to ...

                 I was volunteering at the library the other night and was given the assignment to find some missing books.  As I was searching the shelves I came across Heather Vogel Fredrick’s book – Pies & Prejudice from The Mother Daughter Book Club series. I grabbed it for the series title.  One of the books that Jaime and I had read at the library mother daughter book club was Pie by Sara Weeks ( here ). I did not see it as a play on words from the title “Pride and Prejudice” until later nor a book series.  Nor do I understand why something in the Juvenile section would have such a tiny font.  I have seen bigger fonts in the young adult.  So for the most part I have been reading with a magnifying glass.  That is getting tiresome.  Thus I may not finish.             I was also reminded of the Beehive Award when reading that this particular book is an Oregon award fi...

                 During the course of our blogs, my brother and I have both mentioned how our growing up years may have seemed idealistic – how our share of problems pale in comparison to countless others.  I don’t relate to dysfunctional families and am highly grateful for that.  As I looked around the room during Relief Society yesterday I noticed each one of the sisters (or most of them) had been a part of a dysfunctional family either in childhood or parenthood – sometimes both I felt a sense of sadness.  I don’t/didn’t wish to appear like I was boasting with my “unexpected answer to prayer” example compared to great struggles and hardships of others.          I am GRATEFUL to be an oddball.   The closest I have come to experiencing the dysfunctional thing has been on the outside seeing a glimpse of Biff’s challenges and his in-laws.   I hadn’t thought of them as dysfunctional but there ...

               When I was in seminary each student received a package of 40 scripture cards for at least three years. I managed to save 120 of the cards.   The red cards were part of a package I had received in my freshman year, green doctrine and covenants cards recived in my sophomore year and blue Book of Mormon cards in my junior year.   I don’t have old testament cards.   That doesn’t mean that they didn’t exist.   I really don’t remember one way or the other.             Cards offered key words for reference and memorization.   I hadn’t memorized them all.   There are some I still remember.   Sometimes we were challenged to carry our scriptures to all of our classes.   Sometimes we were told the scripture cards would be sufficient.   Thus I started punching holes to carry on a large ring binder.   I don’t know how I was able to save the...

             I continue to receive emails from a booster program that prepares young mind to navigate into the real world.   I created a post for it 10 years ago and notice that some of my links are now obsolete. Our time spent at JA City ( here ) took place approximately six months before our move to Oregon.   Thus not only do I live in another state than the said activities but my child is now 20 years old.   I finally hit the unsubscribe button.   Hopefully it worked.

                 We passed a horrific accident returning home from the ward luncheon.  I don’t know how many people were involved or how many hurt.  I saw a stretcher out by a car in the ditch.  Ahead was a van all smashed up.  It had to have been going pretty fast to have been that smashed up – or perhaps it had been the other car that hit on the way to the ditch (I guess I don’t even know what direction the ditch car was facing)             We had to slow down as we passed.   Tears formed in my eyes.   I don’t know what happened.   I would guess it could have been prevented.   I feel bad for the victims.   I hope things will be resolved and health will be restored.

                 Doris Day and Rock Hudson made a few movies together including “Send Me No Flowers” which I had mentioned in my last post and “Pillow Talk” which is the segue into the topic of this post. 20 Things From The 1960s, Kids Today Will Never Understand! #16 mentions the party line which is not something that took place in our home but I did know of neighbors who had party lines.  I don’t know why some neighbors had them and some didn’t.  “Pillow Talk” gave me the impression that it was more common than not and yet I really didn’t know that many people who had them.           In “Pillow Talk” the solution worked out by the characters was to make or accept phone calls within a half hour time.   One could take the hour until half past while the other used the phone half past until the hour.   I don’t know that either of our neighbors had worked out anything.   I ...

  Dave Willock played the part of a milk man in 1964’s “Send Me No Flowers”.   I’d forgotten the now obsolete profession.   I don’t remember the milk man but I do remember the milk box that lived outside our door for years.   Once a week it was magically filled with four quarts of milk that we would take from box to fridge.   I remember having pulled out the heavy glass bottles and placing them in our fridge.   I think it had been delivered by Winder Dairy.   When we finished our milk we would return the empty milk drop container and they would be picked up when the next delivery was made.   I don’t know how old I was when we started picking up plastic jugs of milk because the four quarts were no longer enough.   Eventually the delivery stopped and the milk man was gone.   You can read more history at this site .

  In the 20 Things From The 1960s, Kids Today Will Never Understand! YouTube video there was mention of a record player and the speeds features for various record players.   I remember the different speeds mentioned and the record sizes.   I also remember a 16 speed (not mentioned) but never saw a record for that speed.   I barely remember the 78, 33 and 78 records had holes in the middle to fit over the piece in the middle of the turn table. But the 45 speed or singles had a larger hole which required an adapter.     I remember having red plastic circles but did not use myself as someone had brilliantly invented an entire tube to fit over the stem and so the hold would fit in place over the tube.   I had created this post in 2015 and thought there was another that gave indication to my first phonograph and stereo.   Must have been a page I had created for a memory scrapbook. Perhaps an entry for another post?