Provo in 1950

Today as we walked around the temple and looked up at the most beautiful view of Rock Canyon we both commented on the stunning scene. Kurt questioned my absolute willingness to leave this valley and I have to admit I will miss that particular view. It is an unusual place--no where in the world is there a place like this. Yes, Kurt, I will miss it.

The Wise BYU Students

Well, here we are. Someone heard a professor call us the estrogen club. And we are proud of it! It is great to be content to be where we are.

More Faces!

Not wanting to be left out we are thrilled Katy and Ryan joined in our fun! We miss them terribly!

Just the Faces of Eve

I forgot to add this one. We especially liked Jordan in this picture. Katy, we need your distorted face among us.

The Faces of Eve and Adam

It was girl's night while the guys were at the Priesthood meeting. So after we ate our take home Olive Garden soup and salad plus the amazing biscuts from Red Lobster we were a bit tipsy and started making faces at the MacBook Pro computer camera. We had a good laugh and were in the middle of laughing when the boys showed up and joined in the fun. Face it, you wish you were here.

Dad

My father died when I was only 31. We both knew that would happen because he was 50 when I was born. But it is still difficult to have him gone so soon in my life. You take these pictures, not really realizing how important it would be. He had his stroke just months before Katy was born. Here he is holding Katy only a few months after she was born. Can you see the enthusiasm for life in his eyes even though it was drastically changed in a moments time?

My Wedding Dress

Here is Jordan in my wedding dress. The lady that made my dress insisted that I have a veil. I insisted that I didn't want a veil and that if she made it I wouldn't wear it. So she made it, I didn't wear it. It kinda looks like a nurse getting married, don't you think. But, of course, Jordan looks lovely as usual.

Happy Birthday, Lark!

This photo was taken in 1971 at a reunion at Lynn's house in Albuquerque. I don't know who the Swedish maiden is in the background but this is a tribute to my sister Lark.
If you want to have fun just sit around with Lark and that is all you have to do. She used to get me organized for school when I went to Wasatch. She would make me scrub my pencil holder (and my zorries--that is what we called flip flops) and make sure I had all my school equipment. I would never have survived without her. She essentially raised me. But that did not keep her from playing tricks on me (I believed everything) or challenging me to get the mail in my slip. (I thought that was daring and now I go around the house with nothing on at all.) I love her so much and feel like the luckiest sister in the world to have Lark as my own. Happy birthday!

My First Giveaway

Well, I like firsts so I decided to have my first giveaway! Anyone who comes first to get this amazing swingset that has lasted fifty years gets it free. We will even throw in the teeter totter! I know, try not to cry.

Eternal Increase

I love this picture. It is rare for all of the grandchildren to be together. They look like they could all be from one family. Missing kisses!

What Is Age?

I wonder what it is like having no beginning and no end, where age isn't an issue. A couple of days ago a young student of Ashley's told your father and me that she couldn't wait until she was old so she could just sell her house and move anywhere she wanted. Then in choir on Sunday I was late, actually I completely forgot choir practice or that we were singing, and quickly ran up to the stand to sit with the choir. I told the lady next to me that I really spaced it. She said, "I can't wait until I am 50 so I can say that." Well, really. So the above picture is how I really feel. I used to think I felt like I was 25 but that is no longer true. I feel like I am that short banged little girl. I am just spacey and moving where I want. That is all.

Is Summer Over?

We woke up to these images this morning--snow on Y mountain as well as Squaw Peak. BURRRRR! But it is warming up today and as you can see below the flowers survived and everything is squeaky clean. Life is good!

My One and Only

My Father's Other Life

This is a photo of Virginia Driggs Clark, my father's first wife who died of breast cancer. I am anxious to meet her some day. I have read many of her writings before she died. I was not only impressed with her great testimony and courage in the face of death but also her optimism. She left behind five children, two of whom were very young. It changed everyone's life because of her death, especially mine. Below is a story written by Carol when my father was principal in a very small town in Arizona.

THE NEW FLOORS!

Finally we have the new battery for the camera so here are the much requested photos of the new floor. Ben is fixing lunch on the new stove. Kurt painted these chair bright green to temporarily tide us over until we move.


Here is a view of the former piano room with our new Fidalis painting.


We moved the piano into the living since there isn't a lot of furniture in this room now. It looks nice with the black furniture.