Beneath the Wraps

         My brother-in-law’s sister had returned home from a lesson on perspective (I think) and posted a thought about her best and worst Christmas – both which had taken place in 2005. It was a great thought, and I asked permission to share it on my blog.   She said that her understanding was that it was up for Church publication and it would be best if I did not share.   I figured when it was published in Ensign magazine, I could refer to the link.   But I don’t see any evidence of publication thus far.          I saved a copy to my own personal files, but seem to have misplaced the ubs or it somehow got deleted or something.   I’ll find it eventually.   Meanwhile I have my own thoughts about one of the longest days of my life (starting out with a trip to the Medford Temple and ending with waiting for Greyhound)          Ju...

          My Uncle Ross had battled cancer off and on for I don’t know how many years.   His last time in the hospital was majorly hard on his wife and children – but he kept up a positive attitude, I believe for their sake.                       When he left the hospital, he was told that he would have no more than a year left on earth.   (Probably not in those exact words – but you get the gist)           My cousin, Michelle, had sent out a request for an early “Christmas in July” celebration – hoping that we would all enjoy one last celebration with Uncle Ross and have those treasured memories as we had for mom.   Only her request came as a plea on my part: “LaTiesha is moving to Oregon.   Let’s have our Christmas early this year before she goes” She didn’t want to sa...

Three weeks ago I was at a Roseburg service station waiting for a Greyhound bus.   I had purchased my ticket several hours earlier, but the bus was running late – so I was told by the worker who was frantically trying to wait on everyone.   He had us stand in two lines – those who were purchasing tickets for Greyhound and those who were patrons of the convenient store. Fortunately for him there was another employee working the pumps.   Whoever had been assigned to be in the store with him had called in sick, had been fired, or quit without notice.   I guess he handled himself rather well.   Poor guy couldn’t wait until ten when he’d finally be able to turn off the lights and call it a night.          There were probably about 15 people or so waiting for the bus going to Portland.   The man who had sold us our tickets said that the rumor was that the bus driver had had a nervous breakdown and had decided to wal...

          Blueberries are one of Jenna’s absolute favorite things to eat.   There was a time when Biff had purchased twelve cartons of blueberries.   She ate eleven of them.   She would have eaten all twelve, but as Biff had made the purchase, I thought it was only fair that he get at least one carton. This morning we had the experience of picking blueberries from the DelEv blueberry patch at the end of Myrtle Creek – or so we believe.   The area didn’t seem to have service for cell phones or other such electronics. Evelyn introduced herself to us and showed us where to pick the blueberries.   It took only 20 minutes to pick 5 pounds.   I think she was disappointed that we had not picked more – but we are not canners or freezers.   Perhaps in time – but we still haven’t unpacked everything for Heaven’s sake!    Roland mentioned my blog to her and said I would help advertise her...