Among the photos that Jai and I have gone though were several letters that evidently had come from my mom’s house. I have many memories from my past. I remember a lot of details. I have mostly positive memories but there are a few that aren’t so pleasant. For the most part I have succeeded at blocking out the bad memories. I thought I had been pretty good about keeping the pleasant ones but am learning it is only for up until a certain age – or so it seems.
I attended Ricks College from September 1981 to the end of April 1982. (Keep in mind that this is back in the day before personal computers, emails and social media. Our communication was written correspondence and telephone calls – NOT cell phones, but phones that used dials and curly cords)
It appears I had written to my family at least three times a week. I have few memories of my college days. The letters haven’t changed that at all. I’m quite annoyed at how often I repeat myself. I recognize some of the names I provide but certainly not all of them. There were more discovery moments than actual memories. Nothing scan worthy – though I have scanned a few things as I am impressed with my handwriting and print looking nicer then than it does now. Evidently I had taken my typewriter with me. Don’t remember that at all.
I made mention of a certain speaker who
spoke at a devotional. That did trigger a memory having the opportunity to
attend Devotionals each week. We also had the opportunity of purchasing two
devotionals on cassette tape available in the book store. On September 15, 1981
I informed my dad about a speaker named M. Russell Ballard. I found it was
interesting that I had mentioned that as M. Russell Ballard was not yet an
apostle of the church. He was set apart
just over four years later. I did
mention the very last devotional on one of my posts (here).
Among my discoveries I read that I had
considered staying at the college and attending summer semester. I don’t know what happened there. I needed two credits to finish my freshman year.
I had been looking into summer theatre (which was NOT my major; interestingly
enough it is Jaime’s.) Evidently there didn’t seem to be
enough choice in classes that I wanted to commit myself. That is what the letter said anyway. I’m sure there was more to it – but alas I do
not have the details nor do I remember that consideration.