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 attempted to recreate. I reminded myself of this as I was planning the lesson I'd be teaching yesterday. I had planned on doing something similar for my class . . . but that will be for another post perhaps.
None of my collections seemed to make it with us to Oregon. I am sad that the ribbons had been left in the shed in West Valley along with my coin collection and a box of dolls that grandpa had given me when he and grandma would fly Western Airlines. The ribbons themselves may have been in one of six boxes that Kayla had retrieved but eventually threw out, they had been thrown out by one of the boys - probably Randy as Tony seems to be even more of a pack rat then I am. It doesn't matter now. It is writing on the wall.
I do wonder what may have come of my coins that had evolved into something that grandpa had introduced me to. He had introduced coin collecting my brother, Patrick, and the neighbors across the street as well. I remember dragging the collection out of the shed when we had introduced our boys to coin collecting. And later Roland tried it with his two oldest girls. Did not pan out well, I'm afraid. Those actually made the move to Oregon, and now it is an activity that Roland and Jenna share. I wish I could find mine to show to Jenna. I know some of the coins have more value than others. It would be interesting for me to know where they ended up. I am certain that they still exist somewhere within the family - probably tucked away in a box in a closet.
I also had a box of identical looking dolls dressed in various costume to represent different countries from around the world. The clothes couldn't be removed. Probably not even worth anything except they all came from an airline that was eventually bought out by Delta. It was more out of sentiment that I hung onto them. And there was one I had actually designed clothes for. Don't know what became of them either.
I also had some pins: Mary Tyler Moore and Coke Bottle/Olympic memorabilia. Those I did purchase for the sake of collection believing someday they would be worth a lot more than what I paid. Lost in the sauce, I'm afraid.
Dang!
