Beneath the Wraps

          There have been multiple posts in which I have referred to treasures of the past.   I had six boxes of memorabilia which I had left behind in West Valley.   I really thought that we would have returned to Utah long before we did.   I thought we would return in a large rental car and I’d be able to retrieve my boxes.   I wasn’t thinking logically.        Meanwhile my sister had gone to the West Valley house to retrieve my six boxes – which she kept in her house for at least a couple of years.   When we finally returned to Utah it was for Jen’s funeral.   We had reserved a rental car, but it wasn’t available when we went in to pick it up.   Five other customers were also waiting.   I didn’t even know what position we were in.   We ended up driving back in the Saturn.   We barely had room for a luggage – no room for boxes or souvenirs.        ...

        At the time  I was enrolled in seminary, there was a program for students who had the desire to participate in afterschool programs of challenging seminary students from other schools in what came to be known as "The Seminary Bowl"         Seminary Bowl included a panel of students trained to answer questions relating to that year's gospel topic.  There was also the "scripture chase" on which team could find a certain scripture the quickest.  Each week (or however often we met) our instructors would give us ribbons featuring our school color.  On the ribbon was marked in letters that started each word of different scriptures;  one made up for a certain scripture that we should have memorized that week         I had saved them all in a scrapbook.  I think it might have been the one that grandpa had given me; one that fell apart, one that I had attempte...