David made this demonstration video as part of a Christmas gift for his brother's family. Many people ask him to teach them how to make this bread.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Parish Fun
(A friend emailed David asking for the plans for the ear plug guns his son had played with at our house.)
Back of gun – 5”
Handle of gun – 4”
Barrel of gun – 13”
Tee
Coupler
Cap – Not essential, but gives a nice finished look on the bottom of the handle.
Nickel or plastic disk with same diameter as ½” inch PVC sch 40 pipe OD
Lots of ear plugs.
Given your current location I trust you’ll take the necessary steps to prevent these from falling into the wrong hands…
All the best,
Dave
Monday, January 25, 2016
Since you've been gone...
...we're sticking together.
This was Cambry's choice.
Can you tell who's whose?
From Dad January 24, 2016
January 17, 2016
Re: Letter 58 of 3
Dear Riley:
I never got seriously involved in track and field so I’m not exactly sure what I was observing thirty years ago, or if this training methodology is still employed today. After all, it did seem to dance on the fringes of better judgment and safety. I remember watching as a vehicle drove around the track with bars sticking out from either side 6 to 8 feet. Individuals would hold on to the bars and use them to stay upright while the vehicle moved at speeds which pushed the limits of human endurance and ability. I remember wondering what happened when an individual reached the limit, or momentarily got tripped up. Did they plunge headlong into the cinder covered surface or hang on for dear life with their legs dragging uselessly behind until the vehicle came to a stop??
I can sort of relate to those runners in training right now. I’m fairly flying; moving at a speed impossible to maintain indefinitely, my stride is enormous and my legs pumping furiously. I’m weary; my heart is pounding in my head; I keep reminding myself to breathe properly, but If I let go… I’ll fall. This is at the end of a relatively low stress week. I guess what I’m seeing are several substantial hurdles just around the corner approaching at a furious pace, then another and another….Ironically, I’m also feeling invigorated and supremely satisfied; almost like the runner’s high I’ve heard athletes speak of, almost like living and moving in a dream.
It’s hard to believe January is nearly over. I find my thoughts turned increasingly to pruning, dormant oil spray, garden prep, yard maintenance, bees etc. The birthday onslaught is upon us. This weekend is also Youth Conference and Ward Conference. Throw in work, family, a few domestic projects, Bishopric home visits, conference home visits, temple attendance, Bishopric training, youth fireside, and it’s a packed week. Our theme for Ward Conference is found in 2nd Nephi 32:3.
Angels speak by the power of the Holy Ghost; wherefore, they speak the words of Christ. Wherefore, I said unto you,feastupon thewordsof Christ; for behold, the words of Christ willtellyou all things what ye should do.
I’m still gathering my thoughts for my conference address to the Ward, and think I have things pretty well down in my mind. I’m feeling a little perplexed by good members who profess a desire to believe and know. For the most part they are good individuals trying to live the gospel standards, but just can’t seem to find a burning testimony or conviction. Invariably not one is truly feasting on the Word, but most seem content to nibble at the sample plates. I feel there is so much more I myself could and should be doing, but the small and simple things I manage to do, still build my faith and testimony and help me feel complete in the gospel. So far, I don’t feel I’ve been very effective at moving anyone from their state of apathy and disbelief and wish I could have a stroke of inspiration which would break people out of this mindset. I know you deal with this every day, and as you say, it’s all part of the game.
We really enjoyed your last letter and recent wave of pictures. Your area is breathtakingly beautiful and it’s good to hear that your efforts and slight change of focus in the work seems to be paying off. Keep up the effort and positive outlook. Like you said, 10 months doesn’t seem very long.
This has been a winter with considerable more precipitation and snow than in recent years. It was raining when we went to bed last night, but I woke up to a few new inches of very heavy snow on the walks and driveway. I’m just working up the gumption to go out and shovel before heading over to church. There was an enormous blizzard forecast back east which was supposed to drop upwards of three feet in DC and NY this weekend. All this, of course, is concrete evidence of global warming. Ignore the fact that the predictions of so called “Experts” have been all wrong, their reasoning and theorizing change as frequently as the weather, they stretch this way and that; they fabricate data, go back and change historical data, get caught and then do it again. The one constant is the claim that we are somehow responsible and need to pay someone for it. (It’s enough to drive a clear headed individual a little crazy.) I’m just grateful for the moisture which replenishes our reservoirs and restores our snow packs and as long as I’m warm and dry, I’ll even tolerate a little shoveling.
I’m not sure what you hear about US politics in Thailand, but on my mission nearly everyone had an opinion. It appears that both parties are in upheaval. The two front runners of the Republican Party favored to win the nomination are absolutely despised by the party establishment. The democrats are losing their front runner in a process that looks more like death by a thousand cuts. There’s speculation that Hillary Clinton may be indicted in coming weeks. Her leading opponent is an unabashed communist. One thing seems apparent; people are sick and tired of the status quo. I’m not terribly enthused by any of the prospects, though the Utah primary is enough behind other key states so as to be nearly meaningless in the entire process. Whatever the outcome, it promises to be memorable and very likely historic. I guess we pay heed to those these things we truly can affect and leave the rest alone since worrying about it won’t change the outcome anyway.
Well, I’m just about heading out the door so I need to wrap up. Sometimes I start to wonder if I’m doing any good at all and then I get a small sign that something I did, some inspiration I acted on, was instrumental in someone’s course correction even if only by few degrees; a few degrees which in the long run will lead to an entirely different destination. I have one such instance I’d like to share with you but time doesn’t allow me to do it justice. I’ll try to share it next week. At any rate, don’t get discouraged by apparent lack of progress in the work. God is at the helm and He sees everything from beginning to end. I’m confident that at some future point, we’ll understand and wonder at his simple approach to what we consider complex issues. Love you! Miss you. Till next week…
Love,
Dad
Re: Letter 58 of 3
Dear Riley:
I never got seriously involved in track and field so I’m not exactly sure what I was observing thirty years ago, or if this training methodology is still employed today. After all, it did seem to dance on the fringes of better judgment and safety. I remember watching as a vehicle drove around the track with bars sticking out from either side 6 to 8 feet. Individuals would hold on to the bars and use them to stay upright while the vehicle moved at speeds which pushed the limits of human endurance and ability. I remember wondering what happened when an individual reached the limit, or momentarily got tripped up. Did they plunge headlong into the cinder covered surface or hang on for dear life with their legs dragging uselessly behind until the vehicle came to a stop??
I can sort of relate to those runners in training right now. I’m fairly flying; moving at a speed impossible to maintain indefinitely, my stride is enormous and my legs pumping furiously. I’m weary; my heart is pounding in my head; I keep reminding myself to breathe properly, but If I let go… I’ll fall. This is at the end of a relatively low stress week. I guess what I’m seeing are several substantial hurdles just around the corner approaching at a furious pace, then another and another….Ironically, I’m also feeling invigorated and supremely satisfied; almost like the runner’s high I’ve heard athletes speak of, almost like living and moving in a dream.
It’s hard to believe January is nearly over. I find my thoughts turned increasingly to pruning, dormant oil spray, garden prep, yard maintenance, bees etc. The birthday onslaught is upon us. This weekend is also Youth Conference and Ward Conference. Throw in work, family, a few domestic projects, Bishopric home visits, conference home visits, temple attendance, Bishopric training, youth fireside, and it’s a packed week. Our theme for Ward Conference is found in 2nd Nephi 32:3.
Angels speak by the power of the Holy Ghost; wherefore, they speak the words of Christ. Wherefore, I said unto you,feastupon thewordsof Christ; for behold, the words of Christ willtellyou all things what ye should do.
I’m still gathering my thoughts for my conference address to the Ward, and think I have things pretty well down in my mind. I’m feeling a little perplexed by good members who profess a desire to believe and know. For the most part they are good individuals trying to live the gospel standards, but just can’t seem to find a burning testimony or conviction. Invariably not one is truly feasting on the Word, but most seem content to nibble at the sample plates. I feel there is so much more I myself could and should be doing, but the small and simple things I manage to do, still build my faith and testimony and help me feel complete in the gospel. So far, I don’t feel I’ve been very effective at moving anyone from their state of apathy and disbelief and wish I could have a stroke of inspiration which would break people out of this mindset. I know you deal with this every day, and as you say, it’s all part of the game.
We really enjoyed your last letter and recent wave of pictures. Your area is breathtakingly beautiful and it’s good to hear that your efforts and slight change of focus in the work seems to be paying off. Keep up the effort and positive outlook. Like you said, 10 months doesn’t seem very long.
This has been a winter with considerable more precipitation and snow than in recent years. It was raining when we went to bed last night, but I woke up to a few new inches of very heavy snow on the walks and driveway. I’m just working up the gumption to go out and shovel before heading over to church. There was an enormous blizzard forecast back east which was supposed to drop upwards of three feet in DC and NY this weekend. All this, of course, is concrete evidence of global warming. Ignore the fact that the predictions of so called “Experts” have been all wrong, their reasoning and theorizing change as frequently as the weather, they stretch this way and that; they fabricate data, go back and change historical data, get caught and then do it again. The one constant is the claim that we are somehow responsible and need to pay someone for it. (It’s enough to drive a clear headed individual a little crazy.) I’m just grateful for the moisture which replenishes our reservoirs and restores our snow packs and as long as I’m warm and dry, I’ll even tolerate a little shoveling.
I’m not sure what you hear about US politics in Thailand, but on my mission nearly everyone had an opinion. It appears that both parties are in upheaval. The two front runners of the Republican Party favored to win the nomination are absolutely despised by the party establishment. The democrats are losing their front runner in a process that looks more like death by a thousand cuts. There’s speculation that Hillary Clinton may be indicted in coming weeks. Her leading opponent is an unabashed communist. One thing seems apparent; people are sick and tired of the status quo. I’m not terribly enthused by any of the prospects, though the Utah primary is enough behind other key states so as to be nearly meaningless in the entire process. Whatever the outcome, it promises to be memorable and very likely historic. I guess we pay heed to those these things we truly can affect and leave the rest alone since worrying about it won’t change the outcome anyway.
Well, I’m just about heading out the door so I need to wrap up. Sometimes I start to wonder if I’m doing any good at all and then I get a small sign that something I did, some inspiration I acted on, was instrumental in someone’s course correction even if only by few degrees; a few degrees which in the long run will lead to an entirely different destination. I have one such instance I’d like to share with you but time doesn’t allow me to do it justice. I’ll try to share it next week. At any rate, don’t get discouraged by apparent lack of progress in the work. God is at the helm and He sees everything from beginning to end. I’m confident that at some future point, we’ll understand and wonder at his simple approach to what we consider complex issues. Love you! Miss you. Till next week…
Love,
Dad
From Mom January 24, 2016 Good Stuff
Sunday, January 16, 2016
Dear Riley,
This will be a new twist: Funny things Elise said lately. She came up from practicing the piano and after a minute said, “Is it normal to be out of breath when practicing William Joseph?”
While we were watching Return of the Jedi Friday night and as Darth Vader is taking Luke to meet the Emperor they ride in an elevator. Elise said, “It would be so funny to have elevator music playing here!”
I complained about the milk disappearing too quickly and she looked at me guiltily and said, “I’m growing again…”
I love that girl and I depend on her a lot. She is figuring this friend thing out and seems much more confident lately. And she wants to be the kind girl who sits with someone who’s alone at lunch.
We’re doing pretty well here at home. It snowed again last night making it beautiful, but slushy.
I have been on a remedy (an antibacterial addition to my sinus rinse) for my sinus infections which has definitely helped, but I completed the treatment and within 24 hours couldn’t bend over without agony. I haven’t reported to my ENT yet, but I feel like the beautiful meal that was just being set in front of me was yanked away before I could even fully explore the sights and smells, let alone taste it. I was just beginning to think, “Man, if you feel good, life isn’t that hard!” I hope, hope, hope to be finally well.
Dad took me for a bike Friday afternoon. It was like 45 and sunny and I called him at 3:30 and said, “Davey? Wanna take a bike ride?” He came home a little early for me. It felt so good (and we are definitely out of shape…)
Parker got to see Elder Holland this week. He came down to the Orem Institute at UVU for a very early morningside Friday. Parker loved it. Elder Holland told them that this is the dispensation all others have looked to, the one that will not end without the victory of good over evil. Parker also really enjoys his mission prep class. He seems a lot softer lately, I even caught him more than once this week trying to play with Aleah!?!
Aleah is doing pretty well. She has been in double dosing for reading aloud the last couple weeks. She makes good progress when she does it and I appreciate the extra help. She is more confident and offers to read Josie a story and bedtime. One thing that I love about Aleah is that she likes to help consistently with the garage door. For some strange reason we cannot make the door remotes work on our garage door opener with the keypad. Dad and I each spent 30 minutes on hold before deciding we just didn’t have time to spend that way just then. So we just get out of the car and use the keypad coming and going. It’s kind of inconvenient. But Aleah jumps to the door when I say I’m leaving somewhere and waits in the garage to close the door when I leave. She also frequently watches for my return to open the door before I can get out of the car.
Josie is doing well. She started back to music class this week which she loves. Josie watched more movies than I like to admit this week as I had to be at work long stretches to close the books for 2015… still working on it. Did I tell you last week that as I went to pick her up from dance class Wednesday night I asked how her class went. She said, “It was really good. You should have seen my leaps! They were just beautiful!!”
Elise, Aleah, and Josie got their hair cut Tuesday night at the salon. Nothing drastic was done, but they look so good. Aleah got bangs again and I love them on her. Josie’s baby curls are slowly growing out. Sigh. But her hair is so much more manageable.
This week I was in the bathroom when my cell rang. It was BT needing to tell me something about our appointment. I later heard from B about the marvelous conversation they had which started this way, “Well, my mom is in the bathroom. So you can just talk to me until she gets out.” :D
Cambry is doing well. She is enjoying C, even nurturing that relationship over completing homework occasionally. I can say that C is very good to her and good for her. They came into the primary room to say hi to me today after their church and mostly spoke with AY. After they left A asked when they were getting married. They are good together. But this is Cambry’s decision and I’m happy with that reality; it’s her heart she gives! And I don’t want her to give it until she can do so knowingly and with giddy anticipation.
One of our speakers today shared some counsel he heard Hartman Rector Junior give to newlyweds. He said that many of you young couples, having found your sweetheart, think you’ve booked passage on a cruiseship for the rest of your lives. But when the reality that life happens on a battleship where you’re being shot at constantly, some couples feel disheartened and deceived. He said there are those few times where the shooting stops and we are able to enjoy the moment and recognize the need to cherish it. That is kind of true. But I’d take any battle on with greater confidence with Dad by my side.
I realized this month that I have no reason to not get through every article in the Ensign each month. So after I’ve read my scriptures daily, I’ve spent some time reading articles. I’ve felt an increase of personal revelation which is always good, right?
Make it a good week where you listen and increase your understanding of God and His workings with His children. I loved your letter last week and thought about the time in your childhood when you prayed to find something after Cambry’s FHE lesson, and found it. God desires to work in your life, son. He wants to help you do the things He wants you to do. He will lead when you let Him. I know this.
I love you, son.
Love,
Mom
Hi Riley,
We enjoyed your letter. How exciting to have a family to teach; an answer to your inspired prayers, I believe.
You were pretty young, maybe four or five when this prayer happened. I attended a class that encouraged us to let the kids teach lessons for FHE. It was a leap of faith for me. Cambry taught the first lesson and she taught that Heavenly Father really hears our prayers. She had evidence from her own life because she had misplaced something and really wanted to find it. So she prayed and immediately found it. The lesson was probably 1 and a half minutes. I agonized over this choice to let the kids teach through the next week until you taught.
Your lesson was even shorter, but powerful: I just want to say that what Cambry taught us last week is true. I lost _____. As I was looking for it I remembered Cambry's lesson and I said a prayer. I found it right away. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
Those lessons had sufficient impact to convince me that this was inspired counsel that would bless our family.
I forgot to tell you that as I was feeling so grateful to have found that van I had an impression: some of that blessing was given to us because of your faithfulness on your mission. Keep it up!
I love you like crazy.
Glad we made you have a super hero laugh! We were all laughing because Aleah-tootie had just gassed us all out.
Love,
Mom
Monday, January 18, 2016
Since you've been gone... January 18, 2016
...we've been Super engaged.
You recognize Tony Stark, Violet, and a little incredible. But do you remember Studio C's Captain Irony? We're introducing you to Super Monkey, WOW MOM, and your guess is as good as our's on Dad.
From Dad January 17, 2016
January 17, 2016
Re: Letter 57 of 3
Dear Riley:
It’s hard to believe I’m 47 today. The 1:00 PM church schedule makes things a little more conducive to the traditional birthday breakfast, which this year was Swedish pancakes with all the berry and cream trappings and orange Julius. Dinner was the usual enchiladas, salad, refried beans, and Spanish rice. Grandma and Grandpa P came over for dinner and German chocolate cake afterward. Aside from the rigors of Sunday and Bishoping, it was a very low stress day and the members were very good to me.
I guess the most excitement we had this week was getting another van to replace the Dodge Grand Caravan Sport. I’m sure your mother already filled you in on the details, but we were nearly measuring the power steering fluid consumption in miles per gallon and the wisdom of further investment into repairs was dubious at best. Your mother had been praying for a solution for a few days but viable options were sparse. One thing we were sure of, we didn’t want to get into anything like a car payment. Consider the likelihood of being the first to call on a KSL ad posting not once, but twice especially when you’re not living online. (Your mother also found my truck on KSL and urged me to call on it.) At the end of the day, we got considerably more vehicle than we expected, in better shape than we hoped, for less money than we budgeted…What’s not to be grateful for? There were numerous interested buyers, some 15 minutes on our tail. The new van is a 2007 metallic blue Honda Odyssey with the fully loaded trim package. From all appearances, the previous owner was a conscientious and meticulous individual who maintained his investment well. We’re feeling very blessed. We plan on selling the old van for around $1200 and I’ve half joked about throwing in a Dodge TranStar RV for free…
I’ve had somewhat of an interesting past week and it’s given me pause to think. In helping two individuals to find housing, I became acquainted with a non member who actually turned out to be a former member and returned missionary. I’m not sure why he felt he could safely confide in me because I’m not his bishop, but I learned a little more about him with each interaction. Maybe he felt safe based on my reaction to each new revelation and lack of either judgment or condemnation for my part. According to him, he had been shunned by family, former friends, and numerous other acquaintances since leaving the Church. He had been told some very hurtful things and called some unsavory names. He seemed genuinely surprised that I would still have anything to do with him once I knew his history and current mindset. I actually felt my heart drawn out to him and considered the similarities between him and members of my family who have turned against the Church. While I could entirely understand his family’s feelings toward his apostasy, I didn’t have any basis for anything but sympathy and sadness for his plight. His life was desolate, he was depressed, lonely, destitute, living off of welfare, drinking considerably, and his living conditions mirrored the chaos manifest in so many other ways in his life. While we were visiting one evening I watched while he took a Bonsai tree down from the window sill and proceeded to water and care for it. He was gentle and attentive towards it, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would be in his current situation if he had taken a little more time in nurturing and tending his testimony. I also considered my own feelings toward my family and decided it was the closeness of the individual that makes the hurt so profound and the antagonism so difficult to tolerate, though what I felt for this other individual is more of what needs to be nurtured towards all who break with the Church. At any rate, the fruits of the gospel once again stood out in sharp contrast to what the world offers and I was filled with gratitude for the multitude of blessings in my life.
Josie has been so adorable and has a vivid imagination and such an expressive vocabulary. Just last night as we knelt for family prayer Josie put on Leadelle’s reading glasses than with considerable expression exclaimed “whoa!” while she spread out her arms with fingers fully extended and palms outward. “Be careful guys, cuz EVERYTHING is tipped over…” We laughed and laughed while she remained entirely serious in this revelation. For the most part, life is pretty normal. The kids are well, doing fine, and we feel extremely blessed. We’ve been praying for your success and inspiration in your new area and feel confident that with hard work and patience you’ll see the fruits of your labors. Take care, keep the faith and trust in the Lord. Until next time…
Love,
Dad
P.S. I miss you Riley and want you to be home today.
Love,
Josie
Since you've been gone January 11, 2016, addendum
Parker wanted this one taken as well:
And wouldn't this have been toooooo good?
From Mom January 17, 2016 Transportation
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Dear Riley,
It’s Dad’s birthday so you know we’ve eaten well. We had Swedish pancakes this morning and of course enchiladas this evening. He blew all the candles out on his German chocolate cake and should get his wish, hurray! Grandma and Grandpa came to dinner. C, who is allergic to something he ate at dinner, is conked out on the couch after a dose of Children’s Benadryl administered to combat the hives and rash he broke out in after eating.
We’ve quite a week and I’m full of gratitude.
The van started acting up just before Christmas. The power steering was obviously distressed. Hoping it was brittle lines reacting to the cold, Dad put in power steering fluid that was supposed to stop leaks, but I noticed a puddle of oil under the car when Cambry parked on the driveway for just a few minutes. Man. We took it into the shop for a diagnosis. But I had been praying about the problem and felt that it was time to look for a new car.
So a good part of this week was spent puzzling about this problem. You remember that I purposely bought the Hyundai trying to spare the van miles so it could make it until we didn’t need the van… I knew whatever we did, I didn’t want a car payment. And we still need a people mover… When the shop called to tell me the repair would be $700, I still didn’t have a plan of action, but our van is worth about twice that and has cost $750 additionally in repairs over the last year. I spent a couple days looking at different car solutions. I decided we still needed eight seats in a car and set a mental mileage cap. I decided to pay cash because I don’t want a payment and I set a maximum price.
After looking at many listings, I decided to spend a morning car lot hopping. The prospects weren’t good. The cars in my budget and criteria were awful, trashy. I looked at the mileage on our van and it is 154,900. We bought the car with 40,000 miles and have had it 14 years. I realized we won’t put a ton of miles on any car and we had options to have someone in the neighborhood work on the van for 40% less than the shop… maybe our van could make it another 30,000? So Friday morning, I just left the problem alone. I felt no more stress, but felt assured that the solution would present itself in time. And if I had to drive Cambry around a little longer, no big deal (in truth, C took half of that burden or more away for me bringing her home and taking her to work).
Dad invited me to come to Tucano’s for his work birthday lunch. We had a great time, Josie was in heaven, and I was just so satisfied with my life and my situation.
After getting Josie down to nap, the house was quiet and I was trying to decide what to do. I had a little whisper in my head to check for cars on KSL. I spoke back in my head that I have lived on those sites and there simply wasn’t anything to look at. “Just check…” I heard. So I opened my computer and entered my search, which was a little different, as per a whisper, and found a 2007 Honda Odyssey right at my planned price, seating for 8, 136,000 miles just listed by a private individual. I called Dad and told him I thought I’d found our car, it felt the same as when I found his truck, and asked if he could come test drive it with me. Just like when I found Dad’s truck, I was the first to respond to the ad, the first to test drive.
Within a couple hours, we were owners of a deluxe model, leather seats, seat warmers, DVD player, snow tires and the regular ones in the back, plus a file folder filled with all the maintenance on the vehicle which had only this one owner and has been meticulously cared for. Oh I am so grateful. It drives so well and will serve our family well until we no longer need it and can bless another family in a similar way.
The Caravan is still in front of our house, but I will list it this week and get it off our lot. Dad says we should throw the camper in as a bonus to the buyer.
We’ve had snow again, this is a real winter.
But I found a wonderful ointment at Costco this week and my hands no longer feel like sandpaper! I think of you every time I check them, how you didn’t want me to brush the cut hairs off your neck with my hand because it hurt. That also made me grateful.
I’ve been reading a book I got at book group last time called The Lincoln Hypothesis. I’d read about it (while I waited for you to get your wisdom teeth out, actually) but I didn’t really get excited to read it. I guess I’m always skeptical reading a “history” book written from my own belief standpoint, concerned I’ll be swayed more easily than I should to any arguments. But we’re reading the books we each got this month and then making a plan for the group reads next time. And I’m glad this has caused me to open the book because reading it has confirmed my own feelings and understanding about this promised land. And I have pondered about the way a person who is willing, though that willingness may come through deep trial, can be used as a great tool in the hands of God. I’ve read scriptures with new eyes and have a deeper appreciation for my LDS American heritage.
The kids have the day off school tomorrow for Martin Luther King day.
One quick Josie story: She came up to Cambry first thing one morning this week and said, “I have to tell you about my dream. I dreamed that C kissed me! And I looked at him and said, ‘Wait, you’re supposed to be with Cambry.’”
It was so nice to get a picture of you from Sis B today. I hope you are doing well, listening and working hard. Keep it up!
Love,
Mom
Dear Riley,
It’s Dad’s birthday so you know we’ve eaten well. We had Swedish pancakes this morning and of course enchiladas this evening. He blew all the candles out on his German chocolate cake and should get his wish, hurray! Grandma and Grandpa came to dinner. C, who is allergic to something he ate at dinner, is conked out on the couch after a dose of Children’s Benadryl administered to combat the hives and rash he broke out in after eating.
We’ve quite a week and I’m full of gratitude.
The van started acting up just before Christmas. The power steering was obviously distressed. Hoping it was brittle lines reacting to the cold, Dad put in power steering fluid that was supposed to stop leaks, but I noticed a puddle of oil under the car when Cambry parked on the driveway for just a few minutes. Man. We took it into the shop for a diagnosis. But I had been praying about the problem and felt that it was time to look for a new car.
So a good part of this week was spent puzzling about this problem. You remember that I purposely bought the Hyundai trying to spare the van miles so it could make it until we didn’t need the van… I knew whatever we did, I didn’t want a car payment. And we still need a people mover… When the shop called to tell me the repair would be $700, I still didn’t have a plan of action, but our van is worth about twice that and has cost $750 additionally in repairs over the last year. I spent a couple days looking at different car solutions. I decided we still needed eight seats in a car and set a mental mileage cap. I decided to pay cash because I don’t want a payment and I set a maximum price.
After looking at many listings, I decided to spend a morning car lot hopping. The prospects weren’t good. The cars in my budget and criteria were awful, trashy. I looked at the mileage on our van and it is 154,900. We bought the car with 40,000 miles and have had it 14 years. I realized we won’t put a ton of miles on any car and we had options to have someone in the neighborhood work on the van for 40% less than the shop… maybe our van could make it another 30,000? So Friday morning, I just left the problem alone. I felt no more stress, but felt assured that the solution would present itself in time. And if I had to drive Cambry around a little longer, no big deal (in truth, C took half of that burden or more away for me bringing her home and taking her to work).
Dad invited me to come to Tucano’s for his work birthday lunch. We had a great time, Josie was in heaven, and I was just so satisfied with my life and my situation.
After getting Josie down to nap, the house was quiet and I was trying to decide what to do. I had a little whisper in my head to check for cars on KSL. I spoke back in my head that I have lived on those sites and there simply wasn’t anything to look at. “Just check…” I heard. So I opened my computer and entered my search, which was a little different, as per a whisper, and found a 2007 Honda Odyssey right at my planned price, seating for 8, 136,000 miles just listed by a private individual. I called Dad and told him I thought I’d found our car, it felt the same as when I found his truck, and asked if he could come test drive it with me. Just like when I found Dad’s truck, I was the first to respond to the ad, the first to test drive.
Within a couple hours, we were owners of a deluxe model, leather seats, seat warmers, DVD player, snow tires and the regular ones in the back, plus a file folder filled with all the maintenance on the vehicle which had only this one owner and has been meticulously cared for. Oh I am so grateful. It drives so well and will serve our family well until we no longer need it and can bless another family in a similar way.
The Caravan is still in front of our house, but I will list it this week and get it off our lot. Dad says we should throw the camper in as a bonus to the buyer.
We’ve had snow again, this is a real winter.
But I found a wonderful ointment at Costco this week and my hands no longer feel like sandpaper! I think of you every time I check them, how you didn’t want me to brush the cut hairs off your neck with my hand because it hurt. That also made me grateful.
I’ve been reading a book I got at book group last time called The Lincoln Hypothesis. I’d read about it (while I waited for you to get your wisdom teeth out, actually) but I didn’t really get excited to read it. I guess I’m always skeptical reading a “history” book written from my own belief standpoint, concerned I’ll be swayed more easily than I should to any arguments. But we’re reading the books we each got this month and then making a plan for the group reads next time. And I’m glad this has caused me to open the book because reading it has confirmed my own feelings and understanding about this promised land. And I have pondered about the way a person who is willing, though that willingness may come through deep trial, can be used as a great tool in the hands of God. I’ve read scriptures with new eyes and have a deeper appreciation for my LDS American heritage.
The kids have the day off school tomorrow for Martin Luther King day.
One quick Josie story: She came up to Cambry first thing one morning this week and said, “I have to tell you about my dream. I dreamed that C kissed me! And I looked at him and said, ‘Wait, you’re supposed to be with Cambry.’”
It was so nice to get a picture of you from Sis B today. I hope you are doing well, listening and working hard. Keep it up!
Love,
Mom
At family prayer last night Josie put on my granny glasses, necessary to counter my contacts when doing close up work. She called out, "Careful, guys! Everything is tipped over."
Thinking of you:
Monday, January 11, 2016
Since you've been gone... January 11, 2016
...we're a force to be reckoned with.
This was Josie's epic choice and she had to wait an extra week for us to pull it off. In truth we found the perfect backdrop and drove up to L Megaplex theater tonight for an Empire ship corridor background screen... but they moved it since Friday night. Lots of people helped us out with this one: The H family contributed Leia's costume and C took the picture, a friend's daughter made the cool Jedi costumes, and various props came from ward friends. Phew!
From Mom January 10, 2016: Term-end madness
Dear Riley,
How are things over there? I hope you’ve found some good ways to develop the work in San Sai. We've been praying! It must certainly be a challenge to open a new area, I’m sure. But I have every confidence that God will inspire and use a willing heart with the most appropriate course even in the very minute. I have that confidence because I don’t think I’ve once had a calling that I thought, “Oh yeah, I totally got this!” Instead I’m usually seeking, in great humility (and sometimes even a bit of fear and trembling), for the ways my set of gifts and talents can be utilized, trusting that God can take my offering and make it worthy. And He always has.
We enjoyed your fun pictures last week, especially me because I know what a pain it is to send two at a time over and over again! Seeing Ding Doi as Mary made me go back and read her entire story as told in your letters. I was so touched as you told about testifying of Joseph Smith and the restoration and the Spirit coming to testify. It’s just amazing to me that Joseph Smith would have the courage as a young man living in rural New York at a time when horse was the fastest transportation, to record the words of Moroni that this message would go to all the world. And there you are in Thailand!
I’ve also been thinking today about the very magnificent benefit a small rudder makes to a great ship. Sometimes we see the greatness of the work or the task, but the miracle is in the small and soft ways God speaks to us to little us to direct larger things. I never tire of recognizing that I have been an instrument in His hands.
This week was the end of the term and oh my goodness all the missing assignments and make-ups and everything made for some terrible anxiety and brutish behavior on the home front. I think I have to make an intervention. Of course you would suspect Parker first here, and he played his role very convincingly, but Elise and Aleah too were taxing. I managed my own school and I really don’t want to manage theirs! But I also don’t want to repeat this mayhem.
I had book group this week, always nice. We read Amazed by Grace by Sheri Dew. It made me think more specifically about the power of the atonement. I think there is evidence that the power it yields in our lives is directly proportionate to the degree we will rely upon it. But it holds infinite power for each of us. I have experienced this power in my own life very specifically and am humbled by it.
We just got back from Grandma’s and the monthly family birthday party. We had chili and cornbread and I took both. It was delicious. But funny thing, H sent out the request for pot luck items and I didn’t read very thoroughly but instantly volunteered for chili because I like mine... Then today I read through her email and she specifically asked me to bring dessert. Ooops. Haha.
Dad and I put a shelf unit in the craft room closet yesterday to stack the bins on. Oh, what a relief to finally get easy access to the stuff we put in the garage when we started remodeling the basement in 2009. The large bins I had downstairs of fabric couldn’t fit on the shelves so I took all the fabric out and stacked it up on the shelves in categories: lace, velvet, silk, knits… it was so fun dreaming with all that potential.
Dad and I also went to see the end of the Mockingjay series Friday night. We tried to go here at the University Mall theaters, but were too late to get good seats. So we went up to Thanksgiving Point and the best thing happened -- we were early and they sold gelato. So we treated ourselves. I had strawberry cheesecake and chocolate dipped strawberry and they were oh, so good.
Well, I guess that’s pretty much been us. I’m tired and my contacts are bugging me.
I love you so much! Keep up the good work.
Love,
Mom
Piles of potential...
How are things over there? I hope you’ve found some good ways to develop the work in San Sai. We've been praying! It must certainly be a challenge to open a new area, I’m sure. But I have every confidence that God will inspire and use a willing heart with the most appropriate course even in the very minute. I have that confidence because I don’t think I’ve once had a calling that I thought, “Oh yeah, I totally got this!” Instead I’m usually seeking, in great humility (and sometimes even a bit of fear and trembling), for the ways my set of gifts and talents can be utilized, trusting that God can take my offering and make it worthy. And He always has.
We enjoyed your fun pictures last week, especially me because I know what a pain it is to send two at a time over and over again! Seeing Ding Doi as Mary made me go back and read her entire story as told in your letters. I was so touched as you told about testifying of Joseph Smith and the restoration and the Spirit coming to testify. It’s just amazing to me that Joseph Smith would have the courage as a young man living in rural New York at a time when horse was the fastest transportation, to record the words of Moroni that this message would go to all the world. And there you are in Thailand!
I’ve also been thinking today about the very magnificent benefit a small rudder makes to a great ship. Sometimes we see the greatness of the work or the task, but the miracle is in the small and soft ways God speaks to us to little us to direct larger things. I never tire of recognizing that I have been an instrument in His hands.
This week was the end of the term and oh my goodness all the missing assignments and make-ups and everything made for some terrible anxiety and brutish behavior on the home front. I think I have to make an intervention. Of course you would suspect Parker first here, and he played his role very convincingly, but Elise and Aleah too were taxing. I managed my own school and I really don’t want to manage theirs! But I also don’t want to repeat this mayhem.
I had book group this week, always nice. We read Amazed by Grace by Sheri Dew. It made me think more specifically about the power of the atonement. I think there is evidence that the power it yields in our lives is directly proportionate to the degree we will rely upon it. But it holds infinite power for each of us. I have experienced this power in my own life very specifically and am humbled by it.
We just got back from Grandma’s and the monthly family birthday party. We had chili and cornbread and I took both. It was delicious. But funny thing, H sent out the request for pot luck items and I didn’t read very thoroughly but instantly volunteered for chili because I like mine... Then today I read through her email and she specifically asked me to bring dessert. Ooops. Haha.
Dad and I put a shelf unit in the craft room closet yesterday to stack the bins on. Oh, what a relief to finally get easy access to the stuff we put in the garage when we started remodeling the basement in 2009. The large bins I had downstairs of fabric couldn’t fit on the shelves so I took all the fabric out and stacked it up on the shelves in categories: lace, velvet, silk, knits… it was so fun dreaming with all that potential.
Dad and I also went to see the end of the Mockingjay series Friday night. We tried to go here at the University Mall theaters, but were too late to get good seats. So we went up to Thanksgiving Point and the best thing happened -- we were early and they sold gelato. So we treated ourselves. I had strawberry cheesecake and chocolate dipped strawberry and they were oh, so good.
Well, I guess that’s pretty much been us. I’m tired and my contacts are bugging me.
I love you so much! Keep up the good work.
Love,
Mom
Piles of potential...
The closet:
From Dad January 10, 2016
January 10, 2016
Re: Letter 56 of 3
Dear Riley:
I’ve given quite about of thought to your question of how my mission was pivotal in my life. Some of the ways were difficult to measure and almost imperceptible from my perspective as they developed incrementally over the course of my mission. From my family’s perspective and those who knew me back home, the transformation was significant because the individual who returned was contrasted with the individual they remembered having left two years prior. In other respects, I wasn’t able to fully appreciate the significance of events and how they would shape my future until years later when I had sufficient life experience following my mission for reflection and contrast. The following is a compilation of what I consider pivotal elements of my life directly associated with my mission service.
Testimony of the Book of Mormon: I’ve had 47 years to witness the power of this book in my life and in the lives of all who apply its teachings. I have lost track of how many times I’ve read it cover to cover, but never fail to be moved by its content. In addition to the multitude of tangible evidences I’ve received regarding the correctness of the doctrine, the peace, and happiness it brings, I have received numerous witnesses through the Spirit of its truthfulness. However, the strongest spiritual witness I have ever received of the Book of Mormon occurred in the MTC when I read it cover to cover in a very short time and knelt in prayer to ask with real intent for a confirmation of its truthfulness. This singular event was of such significance that I remember it vividly 27 years later. All other witnesses have simply served to shore up what has become the core of my testimony of the Book of Mormon established while I served a mission.
Power in the Priesthood: I have witnessed the power of the Priesthood many times in my life and in the lives of others. I have seen miracles wrought, and heard words of prophecy and revelation spoken within the capacity of the Priesthood under the influence of the Spirit. When I left on my mission I had barely received the Melchizedek Priesthood and had only exercised it in receiving my own living endowment and through vicarious works for the dead. My mission experience provided the environment and a multitude of opportunities to learn how it worked, how it felt, and witness firsthand how I could be an instrument in God’s hands. I saw words of prophecy and revelation fulfilled in every particular; words I had spoken under the influence of the Spirit. Through the power of the Priesthood I saw things manifest which no man could know and pure knowledge poured out through a weak but worthy vessel. I witnessed miraculous healing and witnessed how the powers of darkness retreated from its power and light. I’ve had many experiences with Priesthood power since my mission, some of which rank among the most significant. However, I think everyone who rides a bike remembers the moment when they finally grasped the concept of balance and riding under their own power without assistance. These early experiences in the priesthood are equally memorable and serve as the foundation of my Melchizedek Priesthood testimony.
The Gift of Charity: I’ve already shared my experience with charity on my mission and the circumstances under which it was bestowed upon me for what I considered an extended period of time. To this day my experience ranks the highest in extended spiritual outpourings in my life. It was here I came to understand why charity never fails and why it is essential to salvation. It is here I learned that charity isn’t acquired by working on its many attributes, but that its many attributes flow quite spontaneously when it is acquired. In spite of the miserable circumstances leading up to the bestowal of the gift, I’m confident that the circumstances placed me in the perfect frame of mind and purified my heart so charity could flow unimpeded through me. Now I’m not suggesting that a mission experience is the only thing capable of producing the ideal environment for such a manifestation; only that for me, it was pivotal and forever changed my understanding of the greatest of gifts God can bestow. I haven’t had a repeat of this feeling for such an extended period of time, but I know what it is I’m seeking and what it will feel like to have it again.
Gift of Tongues: You’ve heard the story of how I was the recipient of the gift of tongues and didn’t fully appreciate it until I was sufficiently prideful and God saw fit to humble me by the temporary removal of the gift. I realized how entirely ineffective I was without God’s assistance all because I was serving a mission in a foreign land speaking a foreign tongue. I haven’t required this gift since, but consider this one of the many personal evidences in my life that God is over the work of the gospel of Jesus Christ, that he qualifies those whom he calls, and that the weak things of the world can become strong in His hands. I’m confident my experience with the gift of tongues was uniquely tailored for my mission service and that my perspective in this regard would have been significantly diminished were not for my mission.
Buoyed up in Body and Spirit: A mission provides a unique opportunity for an individual to completely lose himself in the work of the Lord for a season. Aside from a lifetime calling as a General Authority, even a bishop must juggle the demands of life, community, work, family, and Church. The opportunity of a mission provided a perfect environment for rapid sustained spiritual growth. Not only do I feel I enjoyed an accelerated period of spiritual enlightenment, but I have never had a period of life of greater vitality and energy. I was rarely afflicted by ailments and never lost a day to illness during the two years of my mission service. I consider how I was carried and renewed in body and spirit and realize not everyone engaged in the Lord’s work is so fortunate. However, recognizing God’s hand in this makes me more desirous to serve future missions as a couple and devote all my time to the work.
Wholesome Associations: Maybe it’s just me, but I haven’t maintained a single association with any acquaintances through my school years. However, those with whom I served are another matter. I haven’t maintained contact with all, but with others there is a bond that has endured for 27 years. I feel that the experiences of a mission have the capacity to bind hearts and draw people together. How else can you explain the love you develop for individuals you serve and work with? I’ve experienced this since as I served in various leadership capacities since my mission, but aside from family relationships, a mission experience resulted in the longest friendships I’ve known.
Riley, I hope this provides a little food for thought and perhaps my perspective born of nearly three decades of reflection and contrast will help you feel you’ve accomplished and acquired much more than may be evident at first glance. I know you’re a hard working, dedicated, and purpose-driven individual with high expectations for yourself. The fruits of mission service span and influence a lifetime, even the eternities. Our limited perspective has the capacity to discourage and cause one to question the effectiveness of his efforts. Never forget that if the Spirit directs and you follow, it will always be exactly what God would have you do, so there is no need to doubt the wisdom of the course. God has already told the world that He works through small and simple means; that He will show the world that He is capable of accomplishing His work through the weak things of the world. Do your efforts seem small and simple? Are you frustrated by your weaknesses? This happens to be just what God is looking for. Head up! Shoulders back! I think you’re simply great. Till next time…
Love,
Dad
Re: Letter 56 of 3
Dear Riley:
I’ve given quite about of thought to your question of how my mission was pivotal in my life. Some of the ways were difficult to measure and almost imperceptible from my perspective as they developed incrementally over the course of my mission. From my family’s perspective and those who knew me back home, the transformation was significant because the individual who returned was contrasted with the individual they remembered having left two years prior. In other respects, I wasn’t able to fully appreciate the significance of events and how they would shape my future until years later when I had sufficient life experience following my mission for reflection and contrast. The following is a compilation of what I consider pivotal elements of my life directly associated with my mission service.
Testimony of the Book of Mormon: I’ve had 47 years to witness the power of this book in my life and in the lives of all who apply its teachings. I have lost track of how many times I’ve read it cover to cover, but never fail to be moved by its content. In addition to the multitude of tangible evidences I’ve received regarding the correctness of the doctrine, the peace, and happiness it brings, I have received numerous witnesses through the Spirit of its truthfulness. However, the strongest spiritual witness I have ever received of the Book of Mormon occurred in the MTC when I read it cover to cover in a very short time and knelt in prayer to ask with real intent for a confirmation of its truthfulness. This singular event was of such significance that I remember it vividly 27 years later. All other witnesses have simply served to shore up what has become the core of my testimony of the Book of Mormon established while I served a mission.
Power in the Priesthood: I have witnessed the power of the Priesthood many times in my life and in the lives of others. I have seen miracles wrought, and heard words of prophecy and revelation spoken within the capacity of the Priesthood under the influence of the Spirit. When I left on my mission I had barely received the Melchizedek Priesthood and had only exercised it in receiving my own living endowment and through vicarious works for the dead. My mission experience provided the environment and a multitude of opportunities to learn how it worked, how it felt, and witness firsthand how I could be an instrument in God’s hands. I saw words of prophecy and revelation fulfilled in every particular; words I had spoken under the influence of the Spirit. Through the power of the Priesthood I saw things manifest which no man could know and pure knowledge poured out through a weak but worthy vessel. I witnessed miraculous healing and witnessed how the powers of darkness retreated from its power and light. I’ve had many experiences with Priesthood power since my mission, some of which rank among the most significant. However, I think everyone who rides a bike remembers the moment when they finally grasped the concept of balance and riding under their own power without assistance. These early experiences in the priesthood are equally memorable and serve as the foundation of my Melchizedek Priesthood testimony.
The Gift of Charity: I’ve already shared my experience with charity on my mission and the circumstances under which it was bestowed upon me for what I considered an extended period of time. To this day my experience ranks the highest in extended spiritual outpourings in my life. It was here I came to understand why charity never fails and why it is essential to salvation. It is here I learned that charity isn’t acquired by working on its many attributes, but that its many attributes flow quite spontaneously when it is acquired. In spite of the miserable circumstances leading up to the bestowal of the gift, I’m confident that the circumstances placed me in the perfect frame of mind and purified my heart so charity could flow unimpeded through me. Now I’m not suggesting that a mission experience is the only thing capable of producing the ideal environment for such a manifestation; only that for me, it was pivotal and forever changed my understanding of the greatest of gifts God can bestow. I haven’t had a repeat of this feeling for such an extended period of time, but I know what it is I’m seeking and what it will feel like to have it again.
Gift of Tongues: You’ve heard the story of how I was the recipient of the gift of tongues and didn’t fully appreciate it until I was sufficiently prideful and God saw fit to humble me by the temporary removal of the gift. I realized how entirely ineffective I was without God’s assistance all because I was serving a mission in a foreign land speaking a foreign tongue. I haven’t required this gift since, but consider this one of the many personal evidences in my life that God is over the work of the gospel of Jesus Christ, that he qualifies those whom he calls, and that the weak things of the world can become strong in His hands. I’m confident my experience with the gift of tongues was uniquely tailored for my mission service and that my perspective in this regard would have been significantly diminished were not for my mission.
Buoyed up in Body and Spirit: A mission provides a unique opportunity for an individual to completely lose himself in the work of the Lord for a season. Aside from a lifetime calling as a General Authority, even a bishop must juggle the demands of life, community, work, family, and Church. The opportunity of a mission provided a perfect environment for rapid sustained spiritual growth. Not only do I feel I enjoyed an accelerated period of spiritual enlightenment, but I have never had a period of life of greater vitality and energy. I was rarely afflicted by ailments and never lost a day to illness during the two years of my mission service. I consider how I was carried and renewed in body and spirit and realize not everyone engaged in the Lord’s work is so fortunate. However, recognizing God’s hand in this makes me more desirous to serve future missions as a couple and devote all my time to the work.
Wholesome Associations: Maybe it’s just me, but I haven’t maintained a single association with any acquaintances through my school years. However, those with whom I served are another matter. I haven’t maintained contact with all, but with others there is a bond that has endured for 27 years. I feel that the experiences of a mission have the capacity to bind hearts and draw people together. How else can you explain the love you develop for individuals you serve and work with? I’ve experienced this since as I served in various leadership capacities since my mission, but aside from family relationships, a mission experience resulted in the longest friendships I’ve known.
Riley, I hope this provides a little food for thought and perhaps my perspective born of nearly three decades of reflection and contrast will help you feel you’ve accomplished and acquired much more than may be evident at first glance. I know you’re a hard working, dedicated, and purpose-driven individual with high expectations for yourself. The fruits of mission service span and influence a lifetime, even the eternities. Our limited perspective has the capacity to discourage and cause one to question the effectiveness of his efforts. Never forget that if the Spirit directs and you follow, it will always be exactly what God would have you do, so there is no need to doubt the wisdom of the course. God has already told the world that He works through small and simple means; that He will show the world that He is capable of accomplishing His work through the weak things of the world. Do your efforts seem small and simple? Are you frustrated by your weaknesses? This happens to be just what God is looking for. Head up! Shoulders back! I think you’re simply great. Till next time…
Love,
Dad
Friday, January 8, 2016
Chicken and Mushrooms
1 T olive oil
1 onion, cut in two halves, thinly sliced
1 1/2 lb mushrooms, thinly sliced
12 cloves garlic (yes, really)
1 8oz can tomato sauce
1 tsp dried thyme
1/2 c flour with 3/4 tsp salt and 1/2 tsp black pepper in a 1-2 gallon plastic bag
3 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs
1 C chicken broth
1/4 C basalmic vinegar
1/2 c evaporated milk
1 c shredded asiago cheese
2 T dried parsley, optional
Hot cooked rice.
In a 12" skillet, heat 1 T olive oil at 350 and saute onion, garlic and mushrooms for 5 minutes or so until they wilt and become soft. Add tomato sauce and thyme and cook a few minutes more. Meanwhile shake chicken with flour, salt and pepper. Arrange chicken in skillet with mushrooms. Pour in chicken broth and vinegar. Cover and cook on 200 for 40 minutes. Turn chicken over and add evaporated milk. Cook on warm another 40 minutes or so. Open skillet and cut chicken into large pieces (I used scissors and cut each thigh into three or four pieces.) Skim fat off top of surface. Stir in 2 T cornstarch dissolved in 2 T water. Heat to boil for gravy. Top with parsley and cheese. Serve over hot cooked rice.
Generously serves 10.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
From Dad January 3, 2015
January 3, 2016
Re: Letter 55 of 3
Dear Riley:
The New Year came quietly for us. We bounced around to three parties throughout the evening and enjoyed association with family and friends. The evening celebrations started fairly early for us over at the F home. We had stayed in the home of AFM when we went to San Diego for our summer family trip and welcomed the opportunity to spend some time with them while they were visiting over the holiday break. We stayed a couple hours at the F’s then went over to G and G Parish’s home where another party was in full swing. Uncle M, Aunt S, & family were there along with J and A and their family. We enjoyed good food and conversation until a little before midnight. The kids watched Despicable Me while most of the adults sat upstairs and chatted. Your Mother had left earlier so Josie could sleep in her own bed, so I went home to usher in the New Year with her.
It’s been nice to have a holiday on two Fridays in a row followed by the regular weekend. As the break wound to an end, we decided we hadn’t really played much as a family, so took the afternoon yesterday for a Star Wars marathon. We watched episodes IV and V and had some good bonding. It was strange to consider that my three youngest had never seen what was a cultural rite of passage in my youth. All told it was an enjoyable evening; though I must admit I dozed off a couple times during what was once considered riveting entertainment.
The weather has been what one might expect for late December and early January, but I really prefer the warmer weather. Since we’ve had numerous nights in single digits and a run of days where the highs never broke the lower teens, the occasional day in the mid 30’s seems almost balmy. I can’t help but wonder how my bees are getting along. However, considering the cold, I’ve resisted the urge to open the hive long enough to check on them. One thing I’ve been doing on a regular basis is clearing the dead bees away from the inside of the now restricted entrance. The sheer mass of dead bees was truly alarming until I learned that this is normal. They still respond when I tap the side of the hive, so it would seem I still have a viable colony. The first part of my flow hive arrived two weeks ago and I’m looking forward to getting the rest and installing it in early spring.
Cambry and C are getting along well and we’ve seen a lot of him over the break. He made a book shelf for Cambry’s already sizable collection of literature and delivered it the day after Christmas. Cambry gave C a book of duets they can sing together. Sadly, the water from the Christmas tree somehow escaped the reservoir and ruined the book. We’ll replace it of course, but it was as much as we paid for the tree. They make a great couple and even sound great singing together. Christmas evening, they gave us a little concert over at Grandma’s house. It was beautiful and impressive especially since it was spontaneous and unrehearsed. Cambry’s blessing at the beginning of the school year actually said her days in the months ahead would be filled with music, and it’s sweet to see a literal fulfillment of the words spoken. They’re so happy together and there’s an unofficial wedding reception plan already underway.
We’re on the 1:00 PM schedule for church now which has some advantages, though it does make for a long day. We had a full meeting today, which may be evidence of the later schedule being much more conducive to the elderly. I found myself with an hour before church and no demands on my time. Following church it felt weird to leave before the financial clerks. I suppose it will take a few weeks before everyone figures out when I’m available. At any rate, the day seemed pretty open and I felt I had more family time.
Tomorrow it’s back to the grind. The kids are gearing up to go back to school, and your mother is gearing up to take the house back. Honestly, when it’s cold outside we’re seriously outnumbered trying to maintain some semblance of order in the home.
We really enjoyed the last batch of pictures. Your new area is beautiful and I hope you’re experience there is everything you hope it to be. How cool to learn that one of the people you invited in your last area was baptized. You never know what seeds you plant will eventually sprout and bear fruit. Happy New Year. Keep up the good work! We pray for your success and safety daily. Till next time…
Love,
Dad
From Mom January 3, 2015 Resolutions
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Dear Riley,
Did you catch that like I did? The year in the date of the letter is the same one you’ll come home in. Wow, howdy! Better put it all out there while you have the chance!
It’s not been a long while since we wrote, but that doesn’t mean nothing’s happened. Thursday night C came down really ill with a fever and body aches and the like. Cambry asked me to help her make chicken noodle soup for him Friday morning. So of course, I did. It took a couple hours, but it was delicious!
That evening we went over to be with M and S before they went home. The conversation almost always veers to the family pictures with people who aren’t around often. And so it did this night. It really is a remarkable project and I don’t have much to defend it with other than it was inspired and we really do have fun with it. The nativity picture was taken while I was sick and I just wanted to get to bed. And the kids and Dad were laughing and having fun and I actually said, “If you all would stop having so much fun, we could be done already!”
Saturday was busy. Dad and I had to go to the baptism where we had three of our primary children baptized. It was lovely and I felt the Spirit so much. Can you believe GB, ME, and AR are all eight? I was the chorister for the meeting. We had been told choose three songs for the program which we did. But then it turned out that the time was turned over to us to lead the congregation in song while we waited. Poor Sis B panicked inside and we winged it. After about 10 songs, I turned it over to her to play what she could. It all worked out, but.
Dad and I decided to go to the temple right after the baptism. The Provo Temple is closed through Monday so we went to Timpanogos. All the New Year’s resolutions in the one temple made for a 40 minute wait standing in the hall waiting to get into the chapel. I love/hate congested temples! But the thing that stuck out to me this session was water. I know, unexpected, right? I’ve been thinking about all the implications of water. And adding to that the ways the Savior used it in teaching and the imagery it has been used for in the scriptures. I have a lot of study material to get through. One scripture that touched me was James 3:17 and that’s my ponderize for the week.
We got the Star Wars trilogy and watched the first two movies last night. It was fun to do that. (I have to admit that I just HAD to sneak out to do a couple chores. I’m sorry. But my one and only resolution for the year is to get more sleep. I put myself on a 10:30 in the room praying standard because prayers take at least 20 minutes at night since we pray together and separately. So I had all this loose-end stuff tugging at me. But this morning I realized that I have quiet time in the morning this way too. It can get done.)
Church was great. We are on the 1:00 schedule which I don’t really enjoy. But I’ve discovered that some people really like it. I need to consider this. Singing time was really fun today. All the kids were excited because their classes changed so it was almost like the first day of school today. But we had fun learning.
We have such good home teachers in Bro M and Bro H. They are both really good and loving men. I appreciate them. And Bro M bore testimony today and I can hardly believe the miracle that he is right now. We’re grateful.
Well the C’s just came over. So I’m going to go visit.
I love you so much! Keep up the good work.
Love,
Mom
Dear Riley,
Did you catch that like I did? The year in the date of the letter is the same one you’ll come home in. Wow, howdy! Better put it all out there while you have the chance!
It’s not been a long while since we wrote, but that doesn’t mean nothing’s happened. Thursday night C came down really ill with a fever and body aches and the like. Cambry asked me to help her make chicken noodle soup for him Friday morning. So of course, I did. It took a couple hours, but it was delicious!
That evening we went over to be with M and S before they went home. The conversation almost always veers to the family pictures with people who aren’t around often. And so it did this night. It really is a remarkable project and I don’t have much to defend it with other than it was inspired and we really do have fun with it. The nativity picture was taken while I was sick and I just wanted to get to bed. And the kids and Dad were laughing and having fun and I actually said, “If you all would stop having so much fun, we could be done already!”
Saturday was busy. Dad and I had to go to the baptism where we had three of our primary children baptized. It was lovely and I felt the Spirit so much. Can you believe GB, ME, and AR are all eight? I was the chorister for the meeting. We had been told choose three songs for the program which we did. But then it turned out that the time was turned over to us to lead the congregation in song while we waited. Poor Sis B panicked inside and we winged it. After about 10 songs, I turned it over to her to play what she could. It all worked out, but.
Dad and I decided to go to the temple right after the baptism. The Provo Temple is closed through Monday so we went to Timpanogos. All the New Year’s resolutions in the one temple made for a 40 minute wait standing in the hall waiting to get into the chapel. I love/hate congested temples! But the thing that stuck out to me this session was water. I know, unexpected, right? I’ve been thinking about all the implications of water. And adding to that the ways the Savior used it in teaching and the imagery it has been used for in the scriptures. I have a lot of study material to get through. One scripture that touched me was James 3:17 and that’s my ponderize for the week.
We got the Star Wars trilogy and watched the first two movies last night. It was fun to do that. (I have to admit that I just HAD to sneak out to do a couple chores. I’m sorry. But my one and only resolution for the year is to get more sleep. I put myself on a 10:30 in the room praying standard because prayers take at least 20 minutes at night since we pray together and separately. So I had all this loose-end stuff tugging at me. But this morning I realized that I have quiet time in the morning this way too. It can get done.)
Church was great. We are on the 1:00 schedule which I don’t really enjoy. But I’ve discovered that some people really like it. I need to consider this. Singing time was really fun today. All the kids were excited because their classes changed so it was almost like the first day of school today. But we had fun learning.
We have such good home teachers in Bro M and Bro H. They are both really good and loving men. I appreciate them. And Bro M bore testimony today and I can hardly believe the miracle that he is right now. We’re grateful.
Well the C’s just came over. So I’m going to go visit.
I love you so much! Keep up the good work.
Love,
Mom
Sunday, January 3, 2016
2016 Christmas Letter
In 2015 our family launched an ambitious and fun family project in conjunction with our Monday night family home evenings for our missionary Elder Riley Parish in Thailand. As he prepared to leave US soil in January we wanted to feel more connected to him. And we wanted to age, especially to have Josie age, one week at a time before his eyes. We take turns choosing the weekly theme and we have one week to pull the pieces together. Usually the picture is captured with a timer on the camera which is sitting on a tripod. Yes, it’s a lot of work. But we haven’t found much worth doing that isn’t. And who doesn’t want to spend an extra 20+ minutes each week laughing with their family? Ok, maybe we are just crazy.
Dave’s favorite picture of his theme choices is The Grapes of Wrath taken April 20. Dave is generally the set man for the pictures. Dave is still the bishop which keeps him busy, he’s perfected sourdough bread and bakes most weeks. He picked up beekeeping this year and loves his bees. Business is good and busy also. He suggested we rent a tandem bike for our 24th anniversary this year… see below.
My (Leadelle) favorite picture I chose this year is A Bad Case of Stripes taken September 28. I discovered that I adore tandem bike riding this summer, bought a used bike, and hauled Dave out for several hundred miles. I’m still the primary chorister and continue to think it’s the best way to spend time at church. I keep the blogs updated (for now). Riley’s missionary letters are highlights in my week.
Cambry’s favorite picture which she chose is Umbrella Flight taken March 9. It’s been a big year for Cambry. She participated in a BYU study abroad in London this spring and faithfully kept her blog each day. She also continued with the family picture project while there. Cambry graduates from BYU in English in the spring. She serves in her single adult ward in the Relief Society presidency, a growing experience. Aaaannd, she’s in love, she’s in love, she’s in love.
Dave’s favorite picture of his theme choices is The Grapes of Wrath taken April 20. Dave is generally the set man for the pictures. Dave is still the bishop which keeps him busy, he’s perfected sourdough bread and bakes most weeks. He picked up beekeeping this year and loves his bees. Business is good and busy also. He suggested we rent a tandem bike for our 24th anniversary this year… see below.My (Leadelle) favorite picture I chose this year is A Bad Case of Stripes taken September 28. I discovered that I adore tandem bike riding this summer, bought a used bike, and hauled Dave out for several hundred miles. I’m still the primary chorister and continue to think it’s the best way to spend time at church. I keep the blogs updated (for now). Riley’s missionary letters are highlights in my week.Cambry’s favorite picture which she chose is Umbrella Flight taken March 9. It’s been a big year for Cambry. She participated in a BYU study abroad in London this spring and faithfully kept her blog each day. She also continued with the family picture project while there. Cambry graduates from BYU in English in the spring. She serves in her single adult ward in the Relief Society presidency, a growing experience. Aaaannd, she’s in love, she’s in love, she’s in love.
Riley is an LDS missionary in Thailand (he’s the one “landing” in the photo) and sends us weekly updates which I then post to his blog. Favorite stories from him include a rodent house guest and riding the rail as an expressway down 3790 steps. He’s doing well. He loves the people. We miss him but we wholeheartedly affirm the message he shares.
Parker’s favorite picture which he chose is Dr. Who taken August 31. Parker is a senior at Orem High where he’s taking several AP classes and drowning in homework. Parker serves on the Stake Youth Council. He’s applying to colleges. He stuffed five different costumes into his backpack for Halloween at school this year and changed every chance he got. His efforts made the school paper. He’s a leader.
Elise’s favorite picture which she chose is Lumberjacks taken October 19. Elise is in eighth grade and her favorite class is yearbook. She is becoming quite proficient on the piano and accompanied a choir during her December concert. Elise is also a favorite babysitter for several neighbors. She took up dance this year and loves it, regularly practicing while doing her kitchen chores. Oh, she’s sweet. And she’s taller than Mom.
Aleah’s favorite picture she chose is School Daze taken February 9. She is in the fifth grade Chinese immersion class and is proficient enough to be helpful in LA. She also takes piano and dance and is doing very well. Her art skills are developing as well. Aleah adds a sweet spice to everything she does. She helps Elise babysit sometimes. The house would probably never get decorated for holidays without Aleah.
Josie's favorite picture which she chose is Slumber Party taken July 27. She chose that one because cheeseballs were bought as a prop and she was dying to try them. Josie is four and keeps
Mom company. She takes a music class once a week and dance as well. Josie’s a joy. We wish we could transcribe her life and share her many quotables.
Josie's favorite picture which she chose is Slumber Party taken July 27. She chose that one because cheeseballs were bought as a prop and she was dying to try them. Josie is four and keeps Mom company. She takes a music class once a week and dance as well. Josie’s a joy. We wish we could transcribe her life and share her many quotables.
We love you and hope you are doing well. We wish you the merriest of Christmases. Our family blog will be updated weekly at least until Riley gets home in November: http://daveandleadelle.blogspot.com/
Riley’s mission blog: http://rileysthaimission.blogspot.com/
Cambry’s blog: http://cambryandfriends.blogspot.com/
Scalloped Potatoes
This is a large portion for a large family who can't get enough leftovers.
Divide in two and layer in a greased 5 qrt casserole:
15 medium peeled and sliced potatoes (I use the 4 mm blade on the food processor)
1 onion
3 C mozzarella cheese
Mix together and pour over potato layers:
1 1/2 C warm milk
1/2 C butter, melted
1/2 C sour cream
1 tsp salt
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp freshly ground black pepper
Top with 1/2 C Parmesan and 1/2 C freshly chopped parsley (I use dry sometimes)
Bake uncovered 350 for 1 - 1 1/2 hours until potatoes are soft and you have a crispy topping.
Divide in two and layer in a greased 5 qrt casserole:
15 medium peeled and sliced potatoes (I use the 4 mm blade on the food processor)
1 onion
3 C mozzarella cheese
Mix together and pour over potato layers:
1 1/2 C warm milk
1/2 C butter, melted
1/2 C sour cream
1 tsp salt
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp freshly ground black pepper
Top with 1/2 C Parmesan and 1/2 C freshly chopped parsley (I use dry sometimes)
Bake uncovered 350 for 1 - 1 1/2 hours until potatoes are soft and you have a crispy topping.
Friday, January 1, 2016
From Mom January 1, 2015 Racing
Dear Riley,
I’m racing out the door for New Year’s Eve and I hope to get back to this letter before you’re on.
Happy New Year! I don’t know if they celebrate our new year and Chinese New Year there. And how are the Pdays going to work for next week? Will you have another in like three days?
This week has been a relationship/organization week. Dad and I saw Star Wars since we spoke and I sent the kids today. C and Cambry saw it last night. Everyone really liked it.
I haven’t sent any paper prints of the pictures. Sorry. I'll send them tomorrow.
C works with a girl in the BYU laundry whose best friend is the daughter of your mission president. The J's daughter went to Thailand for Christmas. Cool!
Kids have had a nice break. I like being free from the schedules. But I’m still busy. Go figure. If only I didn’t just love good food!
Then we went over to Grandma’s to be with M and S, J and H, and J. I had taken food to A’s and then carted what was left over to Mom’s. I made the spinach artichoke dip, so good, and bought some fresh salsa. I also set out a cheese and sausage with crackers platter. And we took the onion dip and potato chips which were consumed at the first party. Oh yeah, and fudge.
But it’s just after 10 and Josie and I came home so she could go to bed. She missed her nap today because I let her go see the movie during her naptime. She is really tired and already asleep. I’m really tired too. I’m not used to having the house so quiet this time of night. I think I’ll just ignore the dishes in the sink tonight.
So that’s pretty much been my week. D and W are over and it’s a little less than an hour from our new year. Hope your’s is just great. I love you so much!
Love,
Mom
I’m racing out the door for New Year’s Eve and I hope to get back to this letter before you’re on.
Happy New Year! I don’t know if they celebrate our new year and Chinese New Year there. And how are the Pdays going to work for next week? Will you have another in like three days?
This week has been a relationship/organization week. Dad and I saw Star Wars since we spoke and I sent the kids today. C and Cambry saw it last night. Everyone really liked it.
I haven’t sent any paper prints of the pictures. Sorry. I'll send them tomorrow.
C works with a girl in the BYU laundry whose best friend is the daughter of your mission president. The J's daughter went to Thailand for Christmas. Cool!
Kids have had a nice break. I like being free from the schedules. But I’m still busy. Go figure. If only I didn’t just love good food!
Love you,
Mom
OK. To celebrate the New Year we went to AFM’s parents house for a New Year’s open house. They toasted in each new year along the way. We just missed the Canary Islands, but were there for Brazil which is fitting because PF also served there. This was the second evening we spent with them this week as we’d gone over Tuesday night for dinner and Bunco. We stayed with A’s family in Escondido last summer when we went down to San Diego and her kids are kind of extra cousins for our family, fun cousins.
Mom
OK. To celebrate the New Year we went to AFM’s parents house for a New Year’s open house. They toasted in each new year along the way. We just missed the Canary Islands, but were there for Brazil which is fitting because PF also served there. This was the second evening we spent with them this week as we’d gone over Tuesday night for dinner and Bunco. We stayed with A’s family in Escondido last summer when we went down to San Diego and her kids are kind of extra cousins for our family, fun cousins.
Then we went over to Grandma’s to be with M and S, J and H, and J. I had taken food to A’s and then carted what was left over to Mom’s. I made the spinach artichoke dip, so good, and bought some fresh salsa. I also set out a cheese and sausage with crackers platter. And we took the onion dip and potato chips which were consumed at the first party. Oh yeah, and fudge.
But it’s just after 10 and Josie and I came home so she could go to bed. She missed her nap today because I let her go see the movie during her naptime. She is really tired and already asleep. I’m really tired too. I’m not used to having the house so quiet this time of night. I think I’ll just ignore the dishes in the sink tonight.
So that’s pretty much been my week. D and W are over and it’s a little less than an hour from our new year. Hope your’s is just great. I love you so much!
Love,
Mom
December 30, 2015
Re: Letter 54 of 3
Dear Riley:
With all that was going on here and the change in P days, I feel bad that I missed two cycles of letters. We made it through Christmas and things have settled down somewhat from their fever pitch. Christmas eve we were up in L and I had baked four loaves of sourdough for the occasion. We needed to cut the visit short so we could be home in enough time to Skype with you. You looked and sounded great, and it’s hard to believe we’ll have just one more chat with you before you’re home. We all recognize and accept whom the call is really for, and that the rest of us are merely bystanders graciously allowed a peek in on the interchange between mother and son, but we still thoroughly enjoyed the connection with our missionary. (Your mother was considerably more relaxed once she had spoken with you.)
Christmas morning dawned with a blanket of white. Snow blowers were out early and our neighbor was kind enough to come over and clear 8” from our walks and driveway. That was a nice gift. Good people! Around 1:30 we headed over to Grandma and Grandpa P’s home for a family dinner. We had made four pumpkin pies and a double recipe of the holiday green Jello with pineapple, pomegranates, and bananas, which is always a hit. It was only after this that I felt we could breathe easier and settle into the relaxation one might expect from a holiday. Saturday, the day after Christmas, was the first day in two weeks with no obligations or demands on my time which weren’t self imposed. It felt strange and nice but it was over far too quickly.
Your mother and I went to see the new Star Wars movie Saturday evening and enjoyed the diversion. It’s broken the record for the fastest movie to 1 billion and was considerably better than the more recent episodes. The kids don’t have much of a basis for the Star Wars experience, so we went looking for the first trilogy, and wouldn’t you know they are out EVERYWHERE. So, apparently The Force Awakens has awakened a new generation of enthusiasts which will continue the legacy of the most successful franchise ever. We’ll likely take the entire family before the holiday break is over.
For the first time in possibly a decade, we had a live Christmas tree. I was surprised at how very quickly it took up water, but elected to keep it fresh and well watered through the holiday. However, almost overnight, it consumed everything available and the water level was below the bottom of the tree when I discovered it. We gambled and hoped it hadn’t sealed over on the bottom, so decorated it anyway. I suppose we had plenty of indicators that it wasn’t taking up water simply considering the rate at which we were replacing water following this incident. At any rate, by Christmas, it was drooping noticeably and the needles were tinder dry. It was a little unnerving having something so big and dry wrapped in electric lights, so we kept them off the last couple days. The day following Christmas, we took the tree down and moved it to the ditch, where we mounted it in an upright position and torched it. Within 10 seconds, the flames were nearly 20 feet high, and we could feel the heat coming off it from 40 feet away. Yeah, I’m kind of glad to get that out of the house.
Well, we’re running off to one of three engagements for New Year’s. I’ll write a little more when we get back if you haven’t written yet. Take care, have a happy New Year, and keep up the good work. We love and miss you.
Love,
Dad
Re: Letter 54 of 3
Dear Riley:
With all that was going on here and the change in P days, I feel bad that I missed two cycles of letters. We made it through Christmas and things have settled down somewhat from their fever pitch. Christmas eve we were up in L and I had baked four loaves of sourdough for the occasion. We needed to cut the visit short so we could be home in enough time to Skype with you. You looked and sounded great, and it’s hard to believe we’ll have just one more chat with you before you’re home. We all recognize and accept whom the call is really for, and that the rest of us are merely bystanders graciously allowed a peek in on the interchange between mother and son, but we still thoroughly enjoyed the connection with our missionary. (Your mother was considerably more relaxed once she had spoken with you.)
Christmas morning dawned with a blanket of white. Snow blowers were out early and our neighbor was kind enough to come over and clear 8” from our walks and driveway. That was a nice gift. Good people! Around 1:30 we headed over to Grandma and Grandpa P’s home for a family dinner. We had made four pumpkin pies and a double recipe of the holiday green Jello with pineapple, pomegranates, and bananas, which is always a hit. It was only after this that I felt we could breathe easier and settle into the relaxation one might expect from a holiday. Saturday, the day after Christmas, was the first day in two weeks with no obligations or demands on my time which weren’t self imposed. It felt strange and nice but it was over far too quickly.
Your mother and I went to see the new Star Wars movie Saturday evening and enjoyed the diversion. It’s broken the record for the fastest movie to 1 billion and was considerably better than the more recent episodes. The kids don’t have much of a basis for the Star Wars experience, so we went looking for the first trilogy, and wouldn’t you know they are out EVERYWHERE. So, apparently The Force Awakens has awakened a new generation of enthusiasts which will continue the legacy of the most successful franchise ever. We’ll likely take the entire family before the holiday break is over.
For the first time in possibly a decade, we had a live Christmas tree. I was surprised at how very quickly it took up water, but elected to keep it fresh and well watered through the holiday. However, almost overnight, it consumed everything available and the water level was below the bottom of the tree when I discovered it. We gambled and hoped it hadn’t sealed over on the bottom, so decorated it anyway. I suppose we had plenty of indicators that it wasn’t taking up water simply considering the rate at which we were replacing water following this incident. At any rate, by Christmas, it was drooping noticeably and the needles were tinder dry. It was a little unnerving having something so big and dry wrapped in electric lights, so we kept them off the last couple days. The day following Christmas, we took the tree down and moved it to the ditch, where we mounted it in an upright position and torched it. Within 10 seconds, the flames were nearly 20 feet high, and we could feel the heat coming off it from 40 feet away. Yeah, I’m kind of glad to get that out of the house.
Well, we’re running off to one of three engagements for New Year’s. I’ll write a little more when we get back if you haven’t written yet. Take care, have a happy New Year, and keep up the good work. We love and miss you.
Love,
Dad