How fortunate that Richard and I have small appetites – yes, I finally caught up with him taking two bites of whatever meal and exclaiming, ”I’m full” and actually losing weight.
We went to Winco to pick up some items – bread, milk, eggs . . . I didn’t realize that everything had shrunk. We’re used to getting eggs marked “large”. These ones were medium and barely bigger than hummingbird eggs.
Every container I picked up was half the size that I have been used to. What the flip?
So there is a method to my madness with the last eight or so posts I have created. A sister in our ward has challenged us to answer 52 questions (one a week) some of which I've already done through my blog. But there are some I have come across that I just can't seem to find. I really thought I had mentioned the following but am not finding.
47. What is a moment when you surprised yourself — in a good way? I had been driving the Plymouth Duster and had my two youngest siblings in the car with me. I think we must have been on the way to Grandma’s house. I don’t know if the car just stopped or if I had stopped at a store on the way. I can visualize the area – it was 900 south and vine street and I told the kids we would have to walk the rest of the way.
As we were walking a grandpa-aged man
had stopped by to offer us a ride. I
told him where were going and he said he was headed in that direction
anyway. By today’s standards there is no
way I would be putting my siblings in the back of a strange man’s car – and yet
that is exactly what I did and as I was putting them in had thought to myself ,“What
am I doing? I don’t know this man.”
It turned out to be a good thing. He really did take us to grandma’s condominium. I thanked him and called for someone to assist me with my car.
This time it was Richard’s phone.
Richard typed the number into the ward directory – puzzled by the area code we had never seen before. I didn’t think it was anybody we knew. Why on earth would anyone in the ward want to use our shovel – unless they lived on our same street. But then – how would they have gotten our number?
I told Richard that I was certain the message had been sent to the wrong number and told him to inquire the sender
Richard did not get another text until about 45 minutes later
We did learn that both Cindy and Emily currently reside in California.
Funny.
During two months of summer the theatres offered programs for children to view once a week. I remember seeing the 1972 version of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. My brother Steven was somehow mesmerized by the show. Years later we had watched it through one of those PBS fundraisers. Steven had asked us to record it for him – especially the credits as he wanted to know if Michael Crawford was the actor who played the white rabbit.
When the end credits
started rolling, the viewing size was shrunk from full screen to a postcard
size behind those who were making promises to those who would contribute to the
station. We kept on recording though it was too small for us to see. This was in the days before Google though
Steven always seemed to figure out a way to find what he was after and did find
it in the postcard size credits. Sure
enough it had been Michael Crawford playing the white Rabbit.
When Jaime was about three we had taken her to Toys R Us as we were looking for Christmas gifts. I found a DVD Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. I had to purchase it and gave it to Steven for Christmas that year.
There was one time my family had gone to Lagoon – an amusement park in Farmington, Utah. We had taken some potato salad to eat for lunch and when it came time to eat lunch it was discovered that we hadn’t brought any flatware or paper plates. We did have potato chips though. I don’t know what else we had. I do remember using potato chips to eat the salad from the large bowl. It was just our family (six of us - though I don't think all six of us were actually eating the potato salad; I think Kayla might have just eaten chips) eating the contents. I thought it was a fun solution.
There was one ward I attended in which the Relief Society committee decided to have an auction on talents – which I had gone to before to raise money for whatever needed to be raised. But for this particular activity there was no need for money. We would be able to bid on talents based upon points.
We earned points according to a survey that was given upon our arrival. Give yourself five points if you are such and such an age, if you spent time with your grandchildren, if you are single, if you read your scriptures, if you made your bed, if you said your prayers, if you did an act of service, if you visited somebody, if you talked with somebody in your family – and a time frame, last night, this morning, this week, everyday.
I remember our RS president was vocal about some of the credits on the list – like give yourself this many points for making your bed everyday this week. She said, “Are you kidding? Who makes their bed? What a waste” It made me laugh.
When I was younger my mom purchased records that we could listen
to. I think the majority of them had Disneyland labels I would play them so often that the scratches could be heard. Not the best quality, but I played them over
and over again.
There was one album I recall different from the Disneyland. I don’t recall what the label read – I just
remember the songs:
Rosemary Clooney Sings for Children (1950s)
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Little Sally One Shoe
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The Little Shoemaker
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Me and My Teddy Bear
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Betsy, My Paper Doll
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On the Good Ship Lollipop
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Willie the Whistling Giraffe
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Little Red Monkey
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The Syncopated Clock
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Kitty Kats' Party
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The Teddy Bears' Picnic
When Jaime was a baby she had a teething ring with different animals on
it. I would attempt to sing different songs relating to whatever animal it was.
Two I had learned from the album. I
remembered most of the words to “Willie the Whistling Giraffe” but wasn’t so great at remembering
the lyrics to “Little Red Monkey”
One
day Richard surprised me when he brought home a CD of these same tunes as sung
by Rosemary Clooney. How awesome
that was to have that.
That night we played the album loudly and swayed to it as we were fixing dinner or whatever we were doing. One of my Tony’s friends stopped by. I’m certain he thought we were nuts getting our kicks dancing to children’s songs. It is a fun memory.
