But, then, she was just a toddler. And, that's what toddlers do!
I remember the time I locked myself in the bathroom...
just for a few minutes' respite...just to be by myself, if only for a moment.
When I came out, there she was - asleep on the bedroom floor, right by the bathroom door. Just typing these words brings back the memory - and the GUILT. She had on a little red jumpsuit and seeing her lying there on the floor, waiting for me filled me with GUILT and sorrow.
So, this week, Jeanine and her two boys have been staying here. Haven is two and a half, and he has been following me around this week. If I go outside, he goes outside, if I go to the back bedroom, he follows me back there.
It's okay. I understand. And, it is just for a short time. And, his mother is here to fill his needs. He is a wonderful little child.
But, I'm remembering a time - many years ago - when I locked the bathroom door to hide - to get away.
I don't like remembering that about me.
And, she was right....Preston and Janice were raising six very talented, confident, intelligent, fun, Gospel-oriented children. It was understandable that she would want to know their success strategies.
Now, many years later, as her oldest son serves a mission, I have been the fly on the wall in her home over many years to see her and her husband's success. She would be modest about what she and her husband have done, but they are raising four very talented, confident, intelligent, fun, Gospel-oriented children.
The four young adults are academic, hard-working, service-minded, family-oriented, strong and good children.
But, it's not just me that is impressed...here's just a portion of short note to this family from another family member:
"Those kids are so great. First of all, they're really patient and fun with our kids. Our boys love them so much. They love to climb and tease and tell jokes that don't make sense and the Fishers are a totally willing audience for all their silliness."
So, the truth is, she didn't need to be a fly on the wall in Preston and Janice's home.
She knew how to do it all along!
"Well, they did have hard lives, so maybe they didn't have anything to smile about!"
I have often wondered what those early pioneers were really like; were they always stern and unsmiling as captured in the images, or were they happy and cheerful, in spite of their challenges?
Those thoughts were floating around in my head recently when I read this in a professional photographer's blog:
"My goal for a portrait is to give the viewer a sense of what the subject is like. Not just what they look like, but what they’re like to be around. I love to hear a parent say, “Oh, you’ve captured their personality perfectly”. Making a picture like that takes a certain amount of patience and paying attention to the details. A slight change in expression, a little hand gesture."
Ah, that's just what I mean...what the subject of the photo is really like...this photographer must be a true artiste.
Which he is...check out his site here.
"I've always been so independent," he said. "I drove some ladies to church for twenty years! But, now, to have to rely on others for transportation....it's difficult."
The license had been relinquished. The car put away in the garage.
Every Saturday, the faithful son drove him to the grocery store about two miles away.
But, sometimes, he just wanted to feel independent, free, not bother anyone, just go by himself.
After all, he had lived alone for nine years, since his wife died, taking care of himself, fixing his own meals, keeping the home spotless. He visited others, read, watched favorite programs on tv, went to church.
But, he missed the independence of knowing he could just GO when and where he wanted.
So, never one to whine or complain about his lot in life, he got out his three wheel bicycle, and rode to the grocery store; bought twenty four dollars worth of groceries and rode home.
"I felt FREE!" he said.
You, go, Hubert!
Beverly told me about it first.
So, I Googled it.
Then, I wanted it: I felt I HAD to have one.
RAH said it seemed like a waste of money, and that good old books would never be replaced.
But, my dear, awesome children went in to get me one for Christmas; I love, love, love it! I mean, what if you are on a long trip out in the middle of the desert in Arizona, and there are no bookstores nearby, and you've just finished the book you have?!?!?
What is one to do then, I ask you?!?!
The answer - download an e-book on your incredible Kindle!!!
Well, that is exactly what I thought and have used it for....
Now, picture this.
RAH and I are in a room visiting relatives; everyone is sleeping - except us - there is no tv, no computer, nothing except my Kindle. RAH - out of boredom - says, "Show me this thing." And, so I show RAH what I use it for; books and looking up words in the dictionary when I read.
Then RAH - always the techno wizard - pokes around and discovers so much more that can be done with this gizmo. Like looking up things on Wikipedia...who knew??!?!?!? RAH also discovers lots of public domain and inexpensive books, like the entire works of Dickens for four dollars!!! Or like buying a book for 99 cents that gives all sorts of short cuts and other uses for this incredible little hand-held device which I adore.
So, then, RAH asks, "Do you think we might need to have TWO Kindles?!?!"
"I never forget a birthday or an important event. I know they aren't expensive, elaborate gifts, but with my husband out of work the past few months, it's all we can afford. Yet, they rarely say thanks. It's not the way they were raised," she said. "I always had them write thank you notes. If they would just acknowlege it, even if it's just to say, 'thanks for remembering, mom.' Let's face it...it must be me."
The sadness she felt was evident as I looked at her face and listened to her words.
How often have I been that same way?
I will be better; I will be more grateful - to people, to my Heavenly Father.
New shirt; from Flagstaff, Arizona
A really bad villain...
An interesting hero....
A beautiful heroin...
Set against the backdrop of the French Revolution...
A surpise ending!
Ahhhh, Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini
Thanks, Merrill Jr. for the recommendation..
PS Still loving my Kindle...thanks, kids!
a beautiful word - a beautiful feeling
My prayers are especially pleading for two members of our family who leave this week to establish peace in the world in two totally different ways.
Dr. Robert Jeremy Hackworth heads to Afghanistan Sunday, September 6, to help those brave men and women wounded while fighting for peace in a war-torn country.
Elder Sean David Fisher enters the MTC on Wednesday, Sept 9, headed to Tampa, Florida (Spanish speaking), to find those people searching for the peace and joy the Gospel brings.
2. The young lady didn't know much at all about Mormons, but while visiting a town in Nevada with lots of young teenage Mormons, she heard an LDS teenager say, "My sister just got sealed in the temple." The young lady was very concerned for that person sealed in the temple and she kept wondering, "sealed in the temple...how soon will they let her out?"
Young lady read the Book of Mormon and joined the church as she was the one telling the story about her conversion in Relief Society.
I heard both of these comments while attending a ward in Flagstaff Arizona today.
I absolutely LOVE visiting wards in other places; it's all the same, yet different. We also went to the Snowflake Temple on Friday night...it is so beautiful!
I love being a Mormon.
She had a really cute little red purse, so I had to get a red purse.
She had Wanda do her nails, so I had to have Wanda do my nails.
She bought a little mini-laptop to take on her trips, so I had to get a little mini laptop to take with us on trips.
She bought a mini mouse for her mini laptop, so we bought a mini mouse to go with our mini laptop.
But, she's gone too far this time...
she had cataract surgery,
so here's where the copying ends!