Beneath the Wraps

               The ward had announced the upcoming primary program – which was held today.  I had a much better attitude towards it this year than in years past.  I looked for the joy as the upcoming lesson for Relief Society was taken from Elder Kearon’s talk ( here )  And reminisced of past posts here and here                    I truly did experience joy.

          I don't know what it is like in other states or if COVID is to blame for the system or what have you - but just being able to land a test driving appointment is no small feat.  A person has to visit the site not only daily but multiple times throughout the day - hourly if possible.  Jaime started her search in June or July and finally landed an appointment with the Roseburg DMV on September 9th but continued her search until something opened up in Canyonville.  September 10.  Had we known then what we know now we would have just kept both. We arrived a half an hour early to appointment.   The room was the busiest I have ever seen it. She wasn’t able to check in until 15 minutes prior to the appointment time.   We had proof of insurance but no expiration date.   She was dismissed and could not take the test. We were given information for third party testing – which she did in Roseburg.   The ins...

             When I was in primary I remember a class that was given to the instructors once a month – at least it seemed it was once a month and somewhere along the line that changed to once a quarter.   I loved that class.  I wish it had been better attended.   I guess some classes were well attended.   The ones I had attended were not.   I guess that’s why it dwindled.   A couple of years ago the class was offered on a Saturday morning with breakfast as an insentive.   One of these classes was offered the last Saturday in September.           Our second counselor drives 45 minutes from Tiller.   He walked in a few minutes late and was wearing sports shorts and a baseball cap.   I wasn’t offended in any way, but thought it odd.   He then got up to teach and told us to grab some doughnuts and he would return in just a few.   When he returned he w...

  unfortunately somewhat of a short post.  unfortunate because of lack of contact.                  Before starting my senior year in high school I had gone to San Francisco to visit my Grandma Mary.   Uncle Bruce picked me up at the airport.   I hadn ’ t seen him for quite some time and wasn ’ t even certain that it was him.   I got in the car with him anyway.          I remember spending one day with his wife and son.   They had two cats.   I remember Joe had used two different methods of discipline one for each cat.   I also remember holding him when he was a baby.          When Jaime was two or three she received a child sleeping bag from one of the neighbors.   Bruce was visiting my mom and I happened to have the sleeping bag in the car.   I was having problems rolling it ...

                  I have twelve cousins – eight on my dad ’ s side and four on my mom ’ s.  My parents are each the eldest in their families.  Dad has a brother two years younger and baby sister (they are about twelve years apart).  My mom has two brothers.  All of my dad ’ s family lived in the Salt Lake area except for the few years that my Uncle and Aunt lived in Denver for a couple of years – that could be a different post and was several decades in the past.          My mom ’ s family lived in different parts of northern California.   My mom ’ s first brother and his wife had three children – a boy and two girls.   The youngest brother and his wife had adopted a boy.   We had visited our cousins on occasion but didn ’ t know much about them beyond their names. And even with that one I am not certain of his given name.   I had thought it was Joshua and th...

                  My brother no longer posts to his blog but has left MANY detailed posts on his facebook page.  Yesterday was a tribute to mom and some to himself for the grief of her loss.  He said he’d almost forgotten that it was 13 years ago yesterday.  His final note (after providing a detailed account of her final stages of life) was “hearts and wounds heal with time and that life continues moving forward”.           Am I a terrible person for forgetting when she died?   She passed the day after Richard and I celebrated our 12 th wedding anniversary.   We were married two days prior to the bombing of the twin towers in New York – a day when our nation seemed to pull together to show their support.   A time when Rudy Giuliani cared about his city and seemed to be loved and respected.           Having mom pass was ...

  Richard and I will often watch BBC’s “The Repair Shop” ( here ) in which patrons bring their time worn heirlooms to be restored to another time.   It’s great to see so many attached to sentiments in our throw-it-out/replace/upgrade it society.   I don’t recall having any family heirlooms. My mom had been raised in poorer circumstances with many relics that may not have been considered antiques at the time – certainly not of value either financially or sentimentally.   We threw things away and replaced them – though I remember my brother and I both hoarding “stuff” as sentiments.   Perhaps even now.   But nothing worth restoring . . . I don’t think. I do have a set of scriptures that belonged to my mother.   The binding on the triple combination is torn in places and many of the pages have definitely seen better days.   But it is a treasure because I see where she has marked certain scriptures and written in the margin.   That for me...