Beneath the Wraps

My last post was about the treasures I discovered on 8mm tapes.  Yesterday I found a notebook with a couple of stories that I would like to share.  The first came from Jenna's head when she was three going on four.  I wish I had filmed her telling it, for it doesn't read quite the same (even with visual aids) as it is to watch her tell the story as she uses "Cootie" parts to emphasize particular parts in the story. For my readers who may not be familiar with the Milton Bradley game, Cooties, here is a brief description and history. The younger generation may view "Cooties" as "cute" game pieces.  The heads on the game I grew up with looked like ants. Keep in mind that Jenna was using a cootie body to demonstrate as she told her story (again and again)  And So the story unfolds:               Once upon a time there was a  caterpillar named Date   w...

          I personally have never worked with a camera this large - though I do remember them           When we moved from West Valley to Oregon, I felt rushed.  I think I left behind all the family tapes.  Tony and his wife were moving into the house and I knew that he would enjoy having the tapes - if he happened to have a working VCR.           I wondered if I should bring my camcorder as finding blank VHS tapes seems obsolete.  Many I had purchased over the years.  Many (as it turns out) are ones that got passed down from my brother Corey. I don't remember having so many camcorder tapes in my possession, but thus far I have come across almost 25           We're still not fully settled with the move.  The counselor in RS had called me to remind me abo...

            Sabrina, from next door, came over to apologize for the cries of her young kids (goats) Truth is I don't even hear them unless I happen to be outside and behind the house.  Sometimes I hear Jack through the kitchen window.  I think Sparky may answer him, but Jack is definitely louder.             Sparky is the dog who lives next door.  He shares the fenced yard with the goats.  Jack lives behind us.  His yard isn't fenced.  He feels free to go wherever he pleases at any time.  I don't know all of his daily routine, but it appears to me that his morning routine is to descend the hill that leads from our yard to his and torment Sparky.             I don't speak dog, but this is what I hear, "Ha, ha.  You are stuck behind a fence all day. I am better than yo...

The last ward I was in had some cool traditions that I don't suppose I appreciated as much than as I do right now, as I discovered I have missed them. Take this last Saturday for instance - the annual fundraiser for young women's organization.  Last year the ward had actually combined young men's, young women's and primary scouts into one fundraiser.  Usually auctioning off desserts.  We had done that in my mom's ward, too.  Only we had professional auctioneers and more generous pockets.  But still.  A tradition that continues. These are the cakes we made last year and the themed picture of Roland, Jenna and me at said activity.  we donated three cakes and two plates of cookies we didn't actually auction off this cake.  We had to try one farm theme cowboys and Indians This one actually wasn't made until we moved to Oregon Westward Pioneer! This was for our family memorial day bbq I don't rememb...

          I posted "Feliz Cinco de Mayo" to my facebook page.           Currently our Myrtle Creek/Tri-City weather does not seem to be inviting a celebration of any kind.           I personally would like to just stay in my pajamas and curl up with a book or just return to sleep           It's Spirit Week at Coffenberry.            Jenna says not many have been participating - which she finds sad.  Jenna will use any excuse she can to dress up in costume.  This is what she wore Monday through today. Monday - Sports Tuesday - Western Wednesday - Disney Day She went as Peter Pan Thursday - nerd day Her interpretation of a Nerd    ...

          Jenna has had a number of bracelets during her lifetime.  She has worn each until the clasp breaks.  Sometimes she hasn't noticed right away.  Sometimes the bracelet has gotten lost.           This is the bracelet she had made for her birthday last year.                She wore it proudly for a little over a year.  The last time she remembers seeing it was when she went to Church sometime last May.  We had checked the library lost and found, but it was not there           She was given this bracelet in Young Women's along with this card.           The poor bracelet has taken quite a beating.  The  clasp  came undone, but at least she hasn't lost ...