Temple Service and What I Know and Learn

I attended the temple today at the Jordon River Temple in South Jordon. The Mount Timpanogos is closed until mid-June. There were several wedding parties outside taking their families photos and of the brides and grooms. I heard and noticed a group of children sitting singing Primary songs as I walked up to the entrance. The one they were singing was, "Tell Me The Stories of Jesus." There were dozens of women waiting to do initiatory; and I was one of them. I must have read for about forty-five minutes until it was my turn. I read this week's Sunday school lesson scripture's in Mosiah 25-27 during that time.

It seemed like the temple work I did took less time than the wait...but I also took my temple clothes to go upstairs afterwards to the Celestial room to pray and meditate. It was quite peaceful and I pondered several things as I observed the couples and patrons enter from the endowment rooms.

The thoughts that I pondered were the things I have learned as a temple ordinance worker a few years ago. How I appreciated those times and experiences as I had that privilege and calling. Our leaders encourage us as members to go to the temple often. It is the only place that we can get away from the world and find a quiet peaceful place for solace.

Attending the temple as a patron is a blessing, yes; however, there is so much more involved with our time into serving others at the temple. I believe the times and seasons are much different when one reaches the age to be able to serve that mini-mission for temple worker versus attending as a patron regularly.

I learned what patience really is when I was first a temple worker. I believe it is about waiting and calling on the Lord; allowing him to bless me in his own time and way. There is a lot of time to ponder and pray there which I did in my heart as I was assigned at various places for my six hour shift. There were days that my work schedule overlapped with my temple service. I was blessed with an extra amount of understanding by those who were my peers and those that supervised.

There must be special blessings poured out upon us as workers that are similar to those of having a full-time missionary in the field. I saw blessing flowing from heaven in my behalf. I was able to travel to places I always wanted to go and see, to name a few, Nauvoo Temple, visiting Aunt Alma and Judith in Indianapolis, going to Cincinnati, San Diegeo Temple in California and the Newport Beach Temple.

I count my blessings and with gratitude for the patience the Lord has with ME so that I can learn the things He wants me to as I go about my life. I know the hand of God is in my life each day. The beautiful clear blue sky, with the clean air we have in this valley, and the amazing mountains (Timpanogos) that stand to the east, that represents the anchor who is the Savior and part of my life and feeling of "home" that Hank describes how he grew up at the foot of that mountain.



Mount Timpanogos has always been a view that has been as near as my living room window wherever I have lived (in Utah)even now. When I was in Monterrey several years ago, there was a mountain to the East of the city. It was called "El Sillon," which was translated as the shape of a saddle, like a saddle back of a horse. It reminded me of home while I was there too.

I hope these thoughts today are meaningful and uplifting. I felt strongly as I was thinking of these things today to be sure to share them with my family. This is the best way I know how to do, even if I AM LONGWINDED!!

Second Notice--Reminder Of Family Reunion

It is two months to countdown for our July 28, 29, & 30--Family Reunion--Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday is overlapping some of our guests who will be here at the same time on those days. Matt, Beth and boys are coming in July 17. SO we can have some quality time and do a couple of other get-together's prior to the last several days in July.

I know we are ALL busy in what we do. So keep in touch with posting here on my blog.
It is my hope that we can have some great times and make the memories for all the cousins being together for food and fun. That is what it is all about.

Oh, and by the way, I spoke with Aunt Linda and invited her and her family to come that last week in July time. So that may be an extra added incentive to welcome her and be a part of our great family activities.

Traci, and maybe Aunt Mary Beth too, are working on a Stampin' Up Recipe project; I have an activity as well. I want Tana to come up with one with the beads for jewelry for the cousins and let us know what we can do for fun like we did before at our first reunion. Someone had a suggestion of a raffle and so forth, so that will need to be well planned and explained soon.

So, if there are any concerns or questions about the dates of these I hope this will clarify what we are doing...

Later, Mom ;)

Dance the Hokie Pokie Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Aislyn's school dance festival activity, the kindergarten class did the Hokie Pokie.




Aislyn and her class being "cool" in their shades. One day left of school.




Cloudy day doesn't dampen the spirit for families to come see the activity of the day


Grandma and Parker in the sea of parents all watching their children dance

Memories of summer at Catalina Island--1958!!!

"Knock, Knock. Who's there? Jo. Jo Who? Jo Mama..."
This is me as an early teen, 14 going of 15. I think I was in eighth grade, thereabouts. I was dressed up and going to Knott's Berry Farm, with Goma aka Anita. She took this photo and was visiting for graduation for my brother Charlie and Me. . So that is the short version of this story.

I noticed when I zoomed in on the picture, that my head is down. But in the one below in a bathing suit something told me to put my chin up and smile. It must have been the (future) photographer son of mine, Michael whispering to me to raise my chin and not cast a shadow over my face with my head down!!!

This this my diary that Goma gave me, it was a five year diary in 1957. I took a few pictures of some pages and what I wrote in it for about three years on this page in February for those three years. Kind of non-descriptive of what was happening in my life around me. I was raised in a strict home, so I didn't have a lot of free time or freedom. I babysat a lot and earned my own spending money. Grandpa insisted I give half my babysitting money to my mother. I did too, it prepared me for tithing, yet the Lord didn't expect more than 10% of my earnings. How Gentle His Commands.

Grandpa was very strict, but I bless him for it now. It kept me out of trouble and spared from the worldly influences of the fifties!!!


This is a picture of me at Catalina with some of my Job's daughter's friends. Goma chaperoned this grand adventure. We had fun and stayed several days, we went swimming in the Pacific Ocean, shopping on the island, and I think we went for a boat ride around the island too. That big cruise ship was docked there, but we didn't go in or on it. This is a rare snapshot of me in a bathing suit. I was in a modest one at that. I know it was an old suit we bought used, so it was whatever was available and not much of a choice other than to buy it or go without...I chose to buy it even though it was more practical than stylish. Look at my friends suits. Their's are more stylish of the day, mine didn't have any kind of bra in it to hold me up like the ones my friends were wearing. I was the natural one and didn't have any padding in my bathing suit.


All in all I lead a very sheltered life. I didn't learn to have fun until I got much older, like now!!! Seriously I can say the last twenty years have been an adventure and I have enjoyed the ride for the most part. I have no regrets.

Another Wonderful Day in the Neighborhood

This is a photo of the beautiful view of the neighborhood and Mt. Timpanogos as I walked down 900 North with Parker in his jogger stroller. It was a beautiful day, the weather was wonderful.


Parker and Grandma going for a walk in the neighborhood this morning.

I went to visit my Friend Donaire today. She always has so much to tell me and her experiences are incredible. She told me today, that she got a call from President Gordon B. Hinckley and requested to come down to visit her. She never told me, other than he called her. She didn't say what for at the time. Now I understand.


Donaire


She said two men were with him... so I described President Monson and President Eyring. She said, yes, she thinks that is who was with him. She said they came in and some stayed outside. It was probably Church security. Then I told her that President Monson was now our President. She almost fainted. She was unaware that he was the Prophet now. She said he has called her four times since President Hinckley died. They have such an endearment and feeling of unconditional love for her.

She told me that President Benson used to call her to come in to see him at his home. He always loved to hear her stories about the Jews and Hebrew traditions. He spent one-on-one time with her. Her oldest daughter is married to President Benson's grandnephew. She also said he would cry when he would see her and she didn't know why he would cry. I told her it was because he could see her as God knows and sees her inside and that is why he cried. She said, "Really?" I said, "Yes, really."

She is also is from the lineage of Aaron of old, the brother of Moses and can trace her genealogy directly back to him. That is another reason the brethren revere her so highly, besides she was instrumental persuading the Jews in getting the Jerusalem Center approved and built there. I consider her as if she were royalty, like a queen.




She was mortified to know that it was President Monson who has been calling her since President Hinckley passed away. She said, she should stop saying to him that he is "a darling boy," or "darling, or sweetheart" when she thanked him for calling her. I told her to not stop telling him that because he doesn't want to be considered as different or anything other than her friend, or neighbor.

I gave her a short version of his years of service in the Church since being a bishop at age twenty-two. She appreciated that and said she had no idea that who was calling her was President Monson.

Memorial Day--Remembering

This is Orem City Cemetary. The Veterans of Foreign Wars decorate the graves every Patriotic holiday. My Uncle Albert was a member of the VFW and they did a lot for those passing, as was done for his funeral when he died. My father, Carlos was buried with military honors as well. A flag was draped over his coffin and folded up and given to family, a tradition to honor those who have served in the military.


God Bless America!!! If I had a flag to display, I would do that too. I saw some flags up the road by Costco and even bought a red Buddy Poppy at Wal-Mart on Saturday. I donated a dollar. I support Our Veterans when I bought that poppy.


I am going to take a picture of the poppy to post, so watch for it later.


They used to sell those poppy's made out of crepe paper to the elementary school age children when I lived in Chicago. Patriotism runs deep in my veins, and I have passed this on to my children and grandchildren. Remember those bright red poppies I used to have in my yard? Some of the boys didn't like them there in the front flower beds, but I did, and now I know why I had them all those years. I was being patriotic!!


I read online this morning the history of Memorial Day. Did you know it was originally for honoring the Confederate soldiers who had died while serving in the Civil War. So it was the South that wanted to honor those men who had died in military service in the 1860s. . The article said there was over 660,000 who died in that horrific war.

It wasn't until Armistice Day in 1918, that the country bonded together to remember ALL those who were fallen soldiers from all the wars fought in American. It was made a federal holiday in 1971. It was commemorated on May 30 each year until 1971. The Congress of the United States changed Memorial Day to the fourth Monday in May, and made it so federal employees could have the long three-day week end. I thought that was interesting how they managed to "schedule" holidays to suit their long week-ends policy.

The military are honored today as well. Those who serve or veterans from the wars are honored to be honored. It is a sense of duty and pride in serving our country and I am pleased to be the mother of one such military personnel, Major Hank.

Lori told me that when they went to Alaska last year that someone stopped Hank in his uniform and thanked him for his service. He must have noticed his rank or something and he wanted to make sure he expressed his gratitude personally to someone in military uniform. Hank said he was truly touched by the man's sincerity and expressions of gratitude for his service.

Today, Hank & Lori and the Ks went to see the battalion of soldiers who were coming home from Iraq after a year of deployment as part of their Memorial Day activities as a family and his work. I saw on the news tonight the families all lined up at the airport greeting their soldiers, fathers, sons, brothers, and likely mothers, sisters or daughters for the women who returned home safely.

God bless America and those who serve our country to preserve our freedoms. It is the hand of God watching over those who serve and I know they are ALL prayed for in the temples, as in prayers said for the First Presidency and the youth of the Church along with those that serve in the military all over the world. We are all included in there somehow in those prayers, whether we are on the temple rolls, etc. I so appreciate that we live in a free land and it is the home of the brave.

Remembering Rhett too



I just wanted to add this remembrance of our little Rhett. He is a valiant spirit serving missions on the other side. I couldn't be happier knowing he is involved in missionary work there. We miss him, yes. Until we meet again. God Bless.

Blessed sacrament time visiting Hank's ward today

"The Gospel is like a fountain flowing, unto eternal life. It is also thirst quenching for righteousness in my life." --Mom

Blessed sacrament time: K2 blessed the bread as he said the sacrament prayer with meaning, touching my heart.

I noticed Josh, a young man in a wheelchair. His spirit it so pure he glows and his eyes are always smiling. He maneuvers his wheel chair with precision. Whenever I go to Hank's ward, I sometimes get to sit on the end of the row. Josh passed the sacrament today as well. I observed there was a reverence about him that I felt and my eyes were tearing because I remember feeling like it was as if the Savior who was passing it to me. The feeling came from such a beautiful prayer to bless the bread that K2 gave filled my spirit with LOVE. It was a sweet remembrance as I renewed my covenants this morning and sharing that time with the K's. K8 came over at the beginning of the meeting as he sat next to me.

The reason I went to visit their ward was because K2 was speaking. Hank had called this morning to let me know and invited me. My meetings were later in early afternoon, so I managed to get there to their meeting house close to on time. My spirit was well nourished.

The talks were great. The young woman, Hannah V. spoke first who gave a great talk on service and the example her mother is for her family. K2 spoke and shared quotes by Elder Bednar. He also shared about his Duty to God award, and he needed to give a talk in church. He was asked to speak this week, after speaking to one of the counselors in the bishopric and to fulfill his Duty to God award. I saw how he had matured in his testimony and walks in the footsteps of his leader, his father. I saw such a fine young man and mentally gave him the "Y.S.A.F.B." award.

I also observed K8 following his father's command to wait until after the sacrament to eat a piece of candy from Grandma's bottomless purse. I leaned over to K8 and told him Y.S.A F.B. aka "you are such a fine boy, K8." because he followed directions. Hank heard me and smiled, because he knows I'd tell him that often when he was growing up. And I still do at times with both my boys AND girls.

I really enjoyed my meetings in my ward and attended all of them besides felt a prompting to attend choir today. Choir practice was a first for me in the ward and I don't know how many decades it has been since I last attempted to support the choir. I loved it! The choir was practicing for the Patriotic program coming up before the 4th of July. I could barely keep the tears away, I felt the sweetness of the Spirit present while we sang. I am so patriotic since I used to say the Pledge of Allegiance the first five years of elementary school in Chicago, and sing, "My Country Tis of Thee."

My voice started to get better, louder and clearer too as we sang. I was able to harmonize with my choir partners sitting next to me. Funny I always do better singing that way and prayed very earnestly to be able to carry my voice to project and blend with the altos. I also watched the choir director so I could sing on cue, and not off cue. It helps. The director seemed to know what she wanted out of us, and by golly she got it!! It must be the NEW me, because I guess I was more or less clueless when it came to knowing anything about choir. It felt good, and I was glad I accepted an invitation from one of the other altos when I sat next to her in Relief Society a couple of months ago.

By the way, when we lived in Chicago from age 5, I attended Sunday school there and we had to memorize Psalm 100 to receive our bibles when I was about seven or eight. It begins, "Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands." So I did make joyful noise today joining choir. I rather enjoyed it and am excited to participate in the patriotic theme for the June 28th sacrament meeting. We also have a song we practiced for the second Sunday in June as well, "Come Unto Jesus." I liked it and was able to keep on cue for most of it. I seemed to sound better the more we sang. Maybe it just takes more practice to be good at something like singing in the choir. I appreciated the welcome and am glad I went. It is good practice. Maybe I can convince Aaron or Candice to come join the choir. We need them both! We'll just have to figure out who can watch the kids during choir.

Replicas of Relics From the Book of Mormon

Well, I was finally able to get the pictures taken of replicas of the Liahona, Golden Plates, Sword of Laban, and the breast plate/Urim and Thummin of the day of the ancients. I had borrowed them from someone in our ward for my Relief Society lesson last week and wanted to photograph them before I returned them. I just needed to make sure I downloaded them while it is still fresh in my mind. I took about fifteen pictures of the relics.



There is a painting of Moroni which hangs at the historical Conference center upstairs. I was there recently with Michael after he did his photo shoot--we took a tour and walked through it. We saw twelve originals of the Book of Mormon series for the Church done in the mid-50s.



One of my favorite pictures painted by Arnold Frieberg of the Book of Mormon is the painting depicting Mormon, the ancient Prophet from a civilization in the Book of Mormon, writing upon the golden plates. The replica of the brass plates reminded me of the Prophet, Mormon. If I knew how, I could probably insert that picture here too. But, I guess I need to check with the Blogmiester, Hank to learn how.

By the way, the Conference Center would be a great family activity for any of you to go up and tour the entire building. It takes about an hour or so. I know each of you would be impressed if you haven't already been there to see inside and on top of the center. Be sure to take a camera along, you will love the view at the TOP, besides all these paintings. The Church Museum is also a wonderful place to tour at the same time, make it a day when you enjoy it without time restraints. The displays are changed from time to time so I wouldn't want any of you to miss out on that if you wait too long to go see these places. And Temple Square is also an impressive place to take the children...you will all be nurtured by the feeling of the grounds.

I know the hand of God was with the prophets of the Book of Mormon, and with Joseph Smith as he translated. When I read the words from those scriptures, my heart is full knowing how much sacrifice went into them for me to have in our day. Those prophets who wrote on the brass plates by commandment impress upon me the importance of having a daily sup with my scriptures.

My days seem complete when I take the time and READ from them. The spirit remains with me of my testimony of Jesus Christ, and it guides me in my day and in my night sleep when I read them before I go to bed and say my prayers. It helps me remember who we ALL are and how to live each day. How blessed I am, you see.



The Book of Mormon is like our own personal Liahona. This close up photo depicts the spindle and compass inside and you can even see the directions pointing the way.
How symbolic.

Amazing Grace is all around me

Today was unique. I started out early again to go for a walk in the wind and rainy mist, so I grabbed my colorful umbrella that I bought in Seattle at Thanksgiving. After about a block and a half up the hill, the umbrella went backwards in the wind. I decided it was best to turn around to go back home.

I then decided to bounce on the mini-tramp in the basement in lieu of the walk. It was fun just bouncing and twisting to make it more cardio. It worked. I did that for about fifteen minutes and then was impressed to go to the computer and do some creative writing, so I wrote for almost an hour. It felt productive anyway.

By 7:30 I was ready for the day. I could hardly believe it. Aislyn was up and ready to eat her breakfast. I helped make her a sandwich while she got ready for school;then she decided the school lunch would be OK for her to have today, since there is rarely something she likes to eat on the menu. Today was turkey sandwich day, so she went with the flow for the day. Good girl!

The rest of the day felt productive also. I learned how to use some equipment that is new and a health system that is very much on the "cutting edge." I will tell more about that another time. It took most of the rest of my day.

All in all it seems like I was at the right place at just the right time today. I realized that I had a lot of impressions come to me early in the day that felt like "pure intelligence." What I felt the best about was that those things that were given me to do were right on!

I count my blessings for that one especially when there are days when the opposition is so great that I just have to ignore it rather than to give in to it. Today was better than best in that respect. I think that short walk gave me fresh air and a clear mind to observe my surroundings beside follow the promptings.



I observed that the rain we've had made the grass so green with the nitrogen in the air from the moisture. We sure needed some good rain. I also noticed the clouds covering the sky as I drove up north later.



I remembered sometimes when days looked like this and how depressing it can appear. But do you know I remembered that above the clouds the sun still shines brightly, the sky is clear and beautiful. We just can't see it is all, but it is still there nevertheless.

I was once flying in from California from visiting my father after my mother passed away. I actually saw the sunshine with billowy clouds and how beautiful they looked from the vantage point inside the plane. Then as the plane descended, I could see what gloom we came through into the gray clouds below and the rain pouring down. Strange how the two were such a contrast, from bright and beautiful above to dark and gloomy below. It seems that it is just how we perceive what we see that makes it what we decide we are seeing.

I have the positive side of gratitude for what I have which is an attitude of whether we see a cup half full or half empty. It is in the eyes of the beholder, nothing more, nothing less. It is that simple.

I felt and saw the hand of God so many times today. I am glad I "caught" it. I hope you did too.

Taking Time to give Service

This morning it was kind of rainy. I went over to Tracie and Jared's. Their window blinds were installed and they needed me there to take care of Luquito and Maddie until their sitter came for them when the boys left for school.

The blinds look very nice. It pleases me to see Jared do these niceties for Tracie and make the house look attractive. I even took a picture as I was leaving and did in the rain. But I don't think you can tell it was raining. I stopped the car, and you can see the radio antenna, I noticed when I downloaded the pictures from my camera.

I woke up early and started my day, and it made it so I could get a lot done, even so. I went to the temple and had a great morning. It seemed like I got more done even with all that I needed to do.

My days are getting busier and look forward to doing what I need to do to keep working. Lots of good opportunities in the horizon. Pray for me, and I will pray for you.

"Just a Morning Walk With Thee"

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind,there was song that I used to hear at Grandma & Grandpa McIntire's house. They had quite a collection of songs and I am not sure who sang it (I will have to research that one)but as I woke up quite early I decided to go for a nice walk. I prayed as I walked along and had quite a nice conversation with my Heavenly Father, thanking him for ALL my blessings and his goodness.

Now, I knew I would be gone for a while so listened to Celestial (Celtic harp) music playing on my CD player. It was a very serene, peaceful walk at the wee top o' the mornin' part of the day--6:10 a.m.! Anyway I so enjoyed the quietness of the morning sounds of birds chirping, the sound of water sprinklers, and an occasional car driving by. What really impressed me was the beauty of the green lawns, and the flowers in bloom.

Just as I walked the distance I had decided to go and then turn around to go back to the house, the song, "Danny Boy" aka "Londonderry Aire" was playing. I had sweet memories of an angel close to me, and all of a sudden I walked past a lilac bush. The smell of those lilacs brought tears and memories. How sweet the mind is to recall such lovely thoughts and memories.

I felt very blessed to be where I was, to walk on my own, and feel the breeze around me--soft and subtle, gentle and cool on my face. Grandma McIntire must have been looking over my shoulder and pointing out to me to look and smell the lilac bushes. She may have had some in her yard, I don't remember, nevertheless I was reminded of her on my forty-five minute walk and the song she used to love to hear as well.

I rather enjoyed my morning jaunt. I had decided before I went to bed to get up early so I could go to the temple for an early session. It looks like I still can and will close for now to get ready, shower and GO!! Blessings to all for a great day ahead.

Love, Mom

P.S. I found the lyrics to the song that was going on in my head this morning.

It was sung by Jimmy Rodgers. I remember now, the title
"A Closer Walk With Thee."

v.1.
I am weak but Thou art strong.
Jesus, keep me from all wrong.
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.

v.2.

Thro' this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.

v.3.

When my feeble life is o'er,
Time for me will be no more.
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To they Kingdom's shore, to thy shore.

Chorus: Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

Where Did the Day Go?

Today was an unusual day. I spent all day working on an assignment, self-imposed in social work. It is just how I am and my input was very critical for some children who needed a voice in their behalf. The legal system has "guardian ad litems" who in essence act as attorneys for children. These kinds of lawyers are called in mostly in custody cases, and need input from social workers. Someone has to be there as support so why not ME?

To make a long story short, my statements and investigation of this case, was instrumental in hastening closure for each involved.

I count my blessings that my children have protected their children from the world by choosing how to live and keep the commandments. It seems that is the only remedy for good to prevail. President Hinckley gave us the Proclamation on the Family to the World. Therein are all the answers needed for us to follow and heal the wounds of our society.

May we take that document and give it our time and study it so that we, and our posterity will adhere to its principles and teachings.

May God bless us all in this effort and cause, I pray.

Love, Mom

Blessings of the Sabbath--& Relief Society

Light Late Lunch at the house with the Girls!, Tana, Tracie, Tara, Me, Tanise.

Wow, it was a special treat to have the girls, Tanise, Tara, Tracie, Tana, Lori and Candice for Relief Society and lunch. It was a double treat.

The lesson went well. It was on Prayer and Personal Revelation. Not only were the visitors family, but it was Ward Conference. One of these would have been enough to make a person nervous. My mouth went dry, and it was difficult to talk and think at the same time. Candice saved the day and went to the car and found a bottle of water. I had one but left it under my chair in Sunday school and it surfaced after the meeting was over.

The lesson felt good and presented with lots of participation from the sisters and the "girls." Lori, Tanise and Tara each shared some personal experiences with prayer and it made a great contribution to the spirit of the lesson. Thank you all for your love,support and willingness to come visit my Relief Society. It meant a lot, and MADE MY DAY!!!

I had some special effects and will take some pictures before I take them back to the owner. One of my sisters that I visit teach had a collection that her husband made and or bought throughout the years of a replica of the Urim and Thummin, sword of Laban, the brass plates which he made himself, and a beautiful brass Liahona. It was quite the display and since the lesson was about the three witnesses who saw these relics, it was appropriate to use them in my lesson. It was very effective.

Everyone enjoyed them and it made the story become alive, at least that was the purpose.

The best part of the day was having you all come afterwards and have a light meal of chicken salad croissant sandwiches and Tana's Art City Spinach Salad. Yummmm. We gathered around the kitchen and had a picture, as you can see. Some had to leave after church but it was an amazing and unique experience, nevertheless.

I indeed felt the hand of God by having everyone here at my request. It made my day.
How can I thank you enough? God bless you all. It was a priceless gift, believe me.

Love, Mom aka Anna

Persistence

Here is a quote from Calvin Coolidge (1872-1933), U.S. president

"Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not;
nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will
not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the
world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and Determination alone
are omnipotent. The slogan "Press On", has solved and will always solve
the problems of the human race."

I had the privilege of taking care of Tracie's and Jared's children overnight. Jared had a work activity and I watched the kids. We had fun watching the trilogy of "Indiana Jones." We had pizzas and fun! Tracie left their car so I could drive the kids to where we needed to go. She took my car and I was pleasantly pleased that she brought it back with a full tank of GAS!! Was I ever glad...with the price of gas these days, THAT made my day too.

Thank you Tracie and Jared...for your thoughtfulness, and I was the lucky one to be the beloved Grandma...
Lukie recognizes me now and he smiles more too...

More Mother's Day thoughts

Well, I found the missing card and had it behind a framed picture I got for Mother's Day. So, I really didn't lose it, I just lost track of it temporarily. I had it on display on the kitchen counter and it occurred to me to look behind it for the card, which I put there myself. It feels like this week I have been running inside a cage with my feet moving but standing still. Know what I mean?

Dear Mom,

"I hope your day is special & rewarding. You have been dedicated to your family your whole life. I recognize your influence daily in the lives of my children and things I was taught by your example. You couldn't have done better. :) I love you Mom and am proud of who you are--how lucky I am.. May the Lord continue to bless you and strengthen you always."

These kinds of reminders DO bless me and make me very happy to be a part of your lives and included in your thoughts.

I look forward to having "my girls," Tanise, Tara, Tracie, Tana, Lori and Candice visit my Relief Society lesson on Sunday. It is a belated Mother's day gift to me!!
It means a lot, and something I will cherish for a very long time.

Love, Mom...aka Anna

The Measure of a Man--Remembering one of them

I made a comment on Hank's Blog since he paid a special tribute today for his Grandpa McIntire's passing twenty years ago today.

I appreciate that tender tribute Hank made on his blog to Grandpa McIntire. We used to call him "Pop," since that is what your dad called him. He was very kind to me and always respectful.

Did you know that he told someone once that he almost decided to join the church when he lived by us and attended church with us when your dad was working in Las Vegas. I will tell you later about that and why he decided to not join at the time, but he said the reason he thought of joining was because of the love I showed and how I took care of him and how you kids were so good and how you lived your lives. He was watching all of us and was impressed. I never told anyone much about his story, so ask me sometime. OK? He had a special place in his heart for each of us. He had us move into his old house when he left. He cared enough to see that we had a place to live, and I will be eternally thankful to him for that. God Bless you, Grandpaw!



And Yes, Hank--he was proud of you and as I am sure he still is especially that you are fulfilling your Woodbadge, like he did. May the force be with you.
Love, Mom

May 15, 2008 11:26 PM

Here is a quote from Calvin Coolidge (1872-1933), U.S. president

"Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not;
nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will
not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the
world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and Determination alone
are omnipotent. The slogan "Press On", has solved and will always solve
the problems of the human race."

President Kimball's Suggestions for What to Write about

One day at church after Sunday School I found a slip of paper with a quote from President Kimball. This quote was so profound that I wanted to share it on the blog today:

The following are suggestions for what to write about in your journals--

*Friendships
*Your Testimony
*Accomplishments
*Blessings you receive
*Things you do, say, or think
*Things that make you happy
*Things you like about yourself
*Experiences with the Holy Ghost
A journal is a perfect place for to think, feel, discover, expand, remember, and dream.


I have a few more suggestions to add to the list of my own:

*Tell about your education and how you feel about it
*Write your personal, family history about your ancestors and those you knew in life
*Write about the stories you learned from your parents about your ancestors for your posterity
*Tell about your courtship, marriage, etc.
*Write letters to your children and let them know how you feel about them
*Let your children always know you love them, and show how much you love them too
*Collect photos of your ancestors, if you know who they are, you learn who you are, and get your own identity by knowing about your ancestors
*Have Family Reunions annually and write about your get-togethers, and take a lot of pictures to share with family members

I realize I am doing good to have any of you READ my blog, let alone write your own everyday. It doesn't have to be a big deal. Joanna just started one for her family. It is a great way to keep tabs on each other. I hope it is doing some good.
My sister, Linda aka Herrod called me today and calls me the Family History Guru. I laughed, and loved it...! She had a genealogy question.

Love, Mom

Life is Good--Journal is the best way to retain the memories

I am still plugging away and happy to share my thoughts and happenings on my blog. Look at me, here I am almost retirement age and still going strong mentally and physically able to do so much. I feel a blessing upon my head to be fortunate enough to still "keep body and soul together.." as Betty Mc used to use that expression from time to time.

I want to share a couple of thoughts about journaling.

I happened to find an old diary in my storage. It was given to me about fifty years ago! It was a gift from one of my grandmother's, Anita. It was a five-year diary too. I paged through it the other day and intended to share a couple of thoughts or several even several.

I laughed to myself, since I write so much now, but I must have had a lot to say to make note of at the time. My daily entries consisted of infatuations, babysitting jobs, or a few social outings I enjoyed in Jobie's, aka Jobe's Daughters. It was comparable to Young Women's. It was my only social outlet, since my father was very protective of me at that age and my social life. I don't fault him for that either, now anyway.

It gave me an opportunity to interact with other girls my age and I had good supervised activities. We went to the movies in downtown Los Angeles, the Graumann's Chinese Theater, and saw the Cecil B. DeMille, "The Ten Commandments." That was on a huge screen on a 70 millimeter projector. That was a big deal in those days!


Jobie's trip to Catalina Island 1958

One memorable trip I went on was a boat ride across the Twenty-six miles to Santa Catalina Island in 1958. I was chaperoned on this trip by Goma, my maternal grandmother. She was quite active for her age, and as I see now, she was not that old, only 58 years old in 1958!

Visiting Teaching in Order--Good Practice

Today I thought my appointments for Visiting Teaching were scheduled for both today and tomorrow. The only problem is that I flip-flopped them and had the times reversed in my mind only. It was a little embarrassing to discover my later afternoon appointment I thought was tomorrow was actually today. I can plead dyslexia here though. No one else has had that happen have you????

I was prepared though, which is a good thing. I had read a conference talk by Sister Susan Tanner and was ready to give it about feeling delight in the gospel. My companion called me to pick me up to go to our sister's house close to the time we were supposed to be there. Everything worked out just fine since I just needed to confirm with myself and double check my emails! I communicate with a sister who likes to get emails instead of phone calls. Hmmmm.

Now I can be more prepared for tomorrow's visits and then focus on my Relief Society Lesson for next Sunday. I get so "into" my lesson after reading it several-to-many times to get a better sense of how it should be presented. I rely on the promptings of the Spirit and it all seems to work into a finished, polished product that I live and breathe it all week before presenting it.

Teaching is a joy to me and I am appreciative of the time I can spend in studying about Joseph Smith and his mission. It has been too long since I had the opportunity to teach the sisters. I get to bear my testimony each month besides when I teach, which I love doing anyway.

Last month I presented the "Everlasting Priesthood" lesson in Family Home Evening for the family. Ella, Aislyn & Parker loved helping with the pictures I used for visual aids. The pictures were like the ones I used to use for my children when they were growing up. But, they got the condensed version (15 minutes)and it was meaningful at the same time for Aaron and Candice. I read them my prepared testimony as well. They seemed to like it.

I can recall my first teaching calling as a new convert of about two months. I was called to teach in Primary Merrie Misses. It was at first a challenge as a new member to consider to have to stand in front of anyone to teach. But my attitude was to not fear having a calling because it would mean that the calling was from the Lord, and I knew He knew I could do it.

I always prayed and asked for His divine guidance and I trusted in that in perfect faith and felt the support of the Holy Ghost as I taught. My prayers were always answered, so I never doubted my ability with His help. My "confidence waxed strong," as they say.

That is not say I didn't get butterflies in my stomach, or that I didn't get nervous. I just tried to relax more, without a pre-conceived negative outcome and did the best I could with what I had to work with. Me. So I don't recall any dreading on my part about an assignment. Bearing my testimony often also gave me more confidence in myself and ability to share it often. It gets easier really. Try it.

"That which you persist in doing becomes easier. Not that the nature of the thing has changed but the power to do is increased," by Ralph Waldo Emerson.

That is a quote someone in our Arizona ward shared with each of the ward sisters and I knew it was a true principle. She had made a small plaque with that quote and some Tole painting on its face. It became a great builder in my self-esteem and self-worth and somehow I was the recipient of that great quote by being present.

"Heavenly Father, are you really there? Do you hear every child's prayer?"

When I was a child, did you know that I used to be so scared of the dark? I would hold my breath and run through a dark room, or place and knew the "Boogey Man" would try to get me! I prayed that away too, so I overcame that fright of being in the dark. Good thing.

I know I was able to feel the hand of God in my young life and was taught to pray, which I did often. I still feel those hands and marvel at the grace and goodness of those tender mercies in my behalf.

Mother's Day, Thoughts, & Counting My Blessings One by One

I love Mother's Day. I enjoy going to Sacrament meeting and come away so grateful to be a mother. Some say they get depressed because they think they don't measure up to someone else's mother. I admire the women who do what they do praised at the same time by those who tell about their own mothers.

It is really about learning from someone else's experiences. All during my motherhood years I read about the mothers, wives and grandmothers of famous men or women. I took mental notes and actual notes about them. I was a virtual sponge taking in information to be a better me. My thirst for learning was insatiable.

"Educate a boy and you educate a man, educate a girl and you educate a generation." this was one of the quotes in Hank's sacrament meeting by the main speaker, Bro. Roberts. He emphasized how important learning was to his wife's mother. She wanted to learn how to play the piano and her family could not afford to buy a piano for her to learn. Her (grand)father made a keyboard for her on a cardboard or board, all eighty-eight keys.

She hypothetically practiced her piano lessons on that board everyday. Then on Saturdays she would go over to the church and practice on a real piano. And that is how she learned to play the piano when a very young child. Her mother influenced her own life and she learned to play the piano and organ. Sister Roberts is the ward organist and played for the meeting because her mother instilled in her how important it was to play the piano.

I myself even as a young elementary age student packed books to and from the libraries of biographies about the first ladies of the presidents of the United States. Abraham Lincoln's mother was someone I admired and valued her influence upon him by reading to my children knowing what it would mean in their lives and those of their own children.

Remembering my own mother and my parents love for me as I grew up.

I want to share some Mother's Day thoughts from cards I received for Mother's day:

"You have influenced generations and your name is blessed in our family and the book of life. Thank you for your shining example and your endless fountain of love and faith."

I found the card I was looking for to add to these too.

"Blessed are mothers,for theirs is the kingdom of children.

"Blessed are those who whisper "I believe in you," for they shall see their children's dreams come true.

"Blessed are those called "Mom," for they are the guardians of all the world's tomorrows."

I feel cherished by all of my children and I am so grateful! You are my greatest joys, as are my grandchildren, as my posterity continues to expand and grow. You all remembered me in special ways as individuals. God bless you all...my dear children.

These thoughts may sound a little "scattered" but that is because they are in different places and will be forthcoming. Thanks for your patience. I also have some photos to add to today's blog too by the way. Be patient with me. I haven't taken them yet to download. OK?

"Thank you for being a great Mom, I appreciate the support and help you give to me."
" Thanks for all you do for us. I want my children to have memories of their Grandma, (because I don't remember much of Grandma McIntire. You are loved by many, especially us. You have an influence on your posterity for many generations to come."

"Thank you for being who you are!I appreciate all that you have done for us. We had a great time when you came (to visit)and it was nice to see everyone last month. Have a Happy Mother's Day. We LOVE YOU!!"

"Another mother's day, and again the gifts, cards and niceties we give are sadly inadequate in conveying my love and gratitude to you and for you."

To all of my children: I love you and am deeply touched by your generous expressions of love. My heart is full and joy abounds within me. I could not be happier.
Love, Always, your Mom, aka Anna

My Girls, now mothers of their own children

This is a picture of a Mom, me and her young daughters. Can you believe that this picture was taken almost 25 years ago? I remember at the time thinking how frumpy I must have looked with my hair being wavy from just combing it and letting it dry. But, now all these years later, the picture actually appeals to me. Are we not self-critical more than anyone else? I think it was more about how I felt about myself at the time and what was going on in my life. Hank had just received his mission call and the rest is history.

I cherish this snapshot now which was in a time capsule. The innocence of each of us is evident and that kind of glow is priceless. Don't you think? Too bad I couldn't see it then, instead of now. But, how many times do we not live in the moment and appreciate them for what they are?

First Great-Grandson Makes His Debut

New Grandma Tanise. History in the making with my first great-grandson born today.
He weighed in at 10 lbs. 10 oz, 21" long. Ben and Mary Ann the proud new parents. His name is William Kaiwi-Nui Chung-Hoon.



I went down to Mt. View Hospital in Payson, UT to see this cute bundle of joy. Welcome to our family. He actually opened his eyes when I visited him at the hospital this evening. He has chubby cheeks and seems to be mellow and very contented. Congratulations, Ben and Mary Ann!

The Still Small Voice Speaks

It seems like a small wonder when I get messages early in the morning when I wake up. The other day Tara asked me to find a CD that Michael had left for her when he visited two weeks ago. I rearranged my room somewhat and in the shuffle I couldn't remember where it went. The case had her name on it, which I had written in red marker. That I DO recall! But as the days went by, I still was unable to locate the CD wondering if I had left it in my car which was in the shop. I didn't even want to think about it if it was in deed in the car.

Then as the week got away from me I had training meetings Tuesday, Wednesday and again today. It was amazing to me how things seemed to work out. Remember too, my car was in the shop and I had no car to go anywhere. As it turned out a friend had decided to come down from Logan area to go to the same class I was attending. She offered to drive both days. That was a blessing in disguise, otherwise I don't know how I could have managed to go to the training in Farmington, north of Salt Lake City.

Last night before I went to bed I had wondered in the back of my mind what to do about Tara's missing CD. There was a lot pending with that CD and Mother's Day coming this week end. I said my prayers and read my scriptures before I went to bed.

I no sooner woke up, and an answer came to me of what to do; I needed to call Michael to talk to him about it. He said he could work something out and that he would take care of it and call Tara. I was relieved and grateful I listened to the impression I had. I know it was the still small voice and the hand of God nudging me.

My mind was clear from a good night's sleep, and my first morning thought was the answer to my concern about the CD for Tara and how she would get what she needed in time for Mother's Day. I am thankful for the unseen help I received and felt blessed. Tara was happy and so was I.

Thanks to Michael for responding to my call and hope it got taken care of in a timely manner and the hand of God was evident in how it all came to pass. It was not a huge thing, but I know there is no problem so small nor too big for God to hear and send his help.

Missed Yesterday's entry (Some days are like this)

Click on the pic to see the funny faces up close.

Sorry, I had a full day and the evening got away from me. I actually took my car to get the oil changed. It was due to have the tires rotated too. It is not my favorite thing to do, but I took a book to read and had a dinner appointment with friends for a birthday celebration in the evening.

Something went wrong when the mechanic brought me the air filter in to see and it was wrapped with dried weeds and very dirty. I agreed it needed to be replaced so gave them permission to put in a new one. When the car was finished, the attendant informed me that the idle was a little high and I wasn't sure what he meant, but voiced a question as to what it may sound like. He said, yeah. I no sooner got to the exit of the parking lot and onto busy State Street in Orem, that the idle was so fast that it wasn't safe to drive.

I knew enough to take it to my car dealer a few blocks away where I bought it, and had them check it out. Sure enough, there was something wrong with the air flow system. Now, I had no connection to what that meant, except that the mechanic used a diagnostic instrument and told me as the result. He proceeded to explain that something happened when the hose was removed and replaced that may have triggered the idle to race like it did.

I took the car back to the tire place and they were very nice, and accommodating. However, I had to leave my car there since it was now five hours later and was closing time. They assured me they would take care of the problem and that I needed to go back on Tuesday for my car. My friend came to pick me up around 6:45. She and I went up to Lazerson's, then went with them to Macaroni Grill for dinner. It was great; I enjoyed the dinner, then we went to see a late movie, "Baby Mama." It was hilarious.



If you ever need a movie to take your mind off of pressing issues, this is a great distraction. Not that I had anything like that, but it was like watching SNL, the actors in it were both from that show. We laughed ourselves silly and didn't get home until after midnight. Thus, no Monday entry, since I got home so late.

By the way, the tire dealer left me messages and called about my car; it is still in the shop waiting for a part to be installed on Wednesday. Even though it is an inconvenience, I took it in stride and didn't complain. I saw where the mission statement for the tire store was sincere and they never gave me a moment's concern, so returned in kind for their gracious attitude to make sure I was happy.

Thank heaven for tender mercies and small favors. I was able to get a lot of reading done that I otherwise would not have had time to do. There was a silver lining on those clouds of unexpected opposition afterall.

Testimony, Dinner with the Ks, Single Adult Fireside

Today I was strongly impressed to go up to bear my testimony in Sacrament meeting. I am glad that I did. I knew I should stand early on in the meeting. I shared the story how prayers are answered when I left my cell phone locked in the car when Michael was here two weeks ago. I needed to call upon God for his help to find him after leaving to go put more money in the parking meter.

I was directed and found the couple and Michael. I also stated how I knew that my bishop, like my Father in Heaven knows me by name and cares about me. I was touched by the time he took to get to know me and asked to visit with him when we first attended the ward. I gleaned a lot of great counsel from his example of weekly temple attendance. Years ago, that was my weekly record when I was first thrust into being in the work world and that of single parenthood. It always made a difference in the way my week went and helped me in raising my children and the decisions I needed to make in their behalf.

I also shared about my daily blog and the example Henry B. Eyring suggested we should write down thought everyday regarding the hand of God in our lives.

Hank, took that counsel and started his own personal blog that very day, October Conference 2007. My blog began about six weeks after his. It has been a wonderful experience and has blessed me and my children. I appreciate their comments and support recounting the things I taught them and how they are part of their own children's upbringing as well.

It is the pay back in family bonding and close knit relationship. I otherwise would not have had that contact to so many at the same time and make a small contribution for my posterity. I have posted over 150 entries. Wow. Does that even seem possible?

My friend, Mary Gwen Hendrix has been visiting for the last few days and stayed overnight. We went to church this afternoon together with the family and then we both went over to the Ks for Sunday dinner. The older kids and Hank left to go to a Scout Court of Honor. We left to go to an Adult Fireside in Springville.

I missed the Springville exit, and decided since it was an hour before the meeting, we would go visit the Fryer's. Tara was pleasantly surprised to see her. We had a nice short visit and then went to the fireside.

The speaker was the General Sunday School Superintendent, A. Roger Merrill. He gave a great talk, and I took lots of good notes in my journal. He stated that in order to get past a boring meeting, we need to contribute to the Spirit and pray for the speakers etc. A sister once asked President Kimball what he did when he found himself in a boring meeting. He said he didn't know because he never was in that situation. He would pray for the Spirit to touch the speakers, and then he was listen with intent and get out of the meeting what he should. Good points to ponder.

It has been several years since I attended one of those fireside. There is a Single Adult Conference coming up in June at UVSC campus. I may decide to attend if I am in town.

K3s Piano Recital

Today I was invited to go to K3s piano recital. It was in American Fork, so when Lori called to invite me, I was able to arrange my day around his afternoon performances. As I arrived I saw Hank walking into the building in his military camouflage uniform. He looked official and everyone was respectful with his presence.


K7 took this snapshot of K3. Good Job!!

K3 did a great job. I am very impressed with his ability to play the piano and play it so well. He reminded me of his dad at about that same age. Hank performed in a recital when we lived in Arizona. I am not sure who was his teacher at the time, but he played Scott Joplin's "The Entertainer." Not to take away K3's thunder here, but I was just taking a stroll down memory lane.

Back to the recital. K3 played a favorite hymn of an arrangement of "Come Thou Font of Every Blessing" and "Rock Ballad." He played them by heart, without any sheet music. I was impressed with him and his piano teacher who had about two dozen other
students performing. K3's teacher is a young college student and was very attentive to his students and had many advanced students as well as beginners. I observed that he was respectful to them equally whether older or younger. I could tell that the older students had some very good training too from the way they performed.

K2 is also very good at his piano talent. Lori reported that he and Hank both play for priesthood in opening exercises. Way to go, guys! She also voiced a desire to have K2 continue practicing so he can play and accompany when he goes on his mission.

That is an honorable mother's desire, and one that I also had for Hank when he was about K3s age when he stopped taking formal lessons.

Now all K2 has to do is keep learning a new hymn every week and he will be walking literally in his father's footsteps; history repeats itself. As a side note: I saw Hank's last piano teacher at Fillerup's elementary school when he was serving in Cuba. I reported to Sister Karen P. that her old student was deployed to Cuba and was called to serve as the branch Primary pianist and played for the branch in Guantanamo. She was pleased and amazed at how time had flown by after all those years.

I was glad to report that to her, and shared her enthusiasm at hearing about Hank's military successes. Once a mother, always a mother no matter the age of her children. Right?

P.S. Check out Hank's blog for today for a video of K3s actual performance.

Typical Classmates Multi-Cultural Third Grade

My third grade class here in Chicago. I hadn't realize how Multi-cultural it was at the time. There were several African-Americans, Jews, Pollacks, Italians, and I was the only one of Mexican descent!! My introduction to other cultures was natural and I held no prejudices. Did you know that those kinds of things (prejudices)are learned?

Can you find me? My hair is curled and bouncy. My dress was a jersey type and I recall it being red! I wore plaids then too. I remember that I had the only birthday party I ever had and age nine. It was just before we left Chicago. The party was in 1952, same year this photo was taken.


The birthday party my mother gave me with my girl friends with a few of my friends and neighbors. You can barely see I am the second one from the left, with my dark hair, head down with a piece of cake in front of me. Ready to take a bite. The girl in the middle in the back was my best friend, Anita Ris. The girl next to her on the left was Mary Elizabeth, an African American girl in my class. She was very sweet and I remember her smile and her gums were dark like her skin. She may have had some East Indian in her instead, I don't know.

Lessons I learned besides from the textbooks--

My third grade teacher was Mrs. McTigue, which rhymed with "Tide" She is the one that almost had me convinced that I had taken home a book that I knew I hadn't. She tried every which way that I even asked my mother if she saw it anywhere. But at the end of the term, my teacher said that the little boy, (Bobby Swartz) told her I did it, his mother called her to tell her she found the book at their house.

I learned then to always tell the truth, no matter what then let the consequences follow. As you can tell, that teacher had an impact on my life as the teacher who believed I took a book home that didn't belong to me.

I also learned from that experience to never take anything that didn't belong to me. Whenever I found something, I either found its owner or turned it in to the Lost and Found. I learned to make conscious moral judgments at that early age. I know it has made a difference in my life and those of my children. I had set a standard for myself and have been a better person for it with no regrets.

Honesty is what the moral fiber of the tapestry of life consists. Even though it was a bitter pill to swallow at the time to be accused unfairly, it taught me to always tell the truth; or if I found something to be sure to find its rightful owner, no matter what.

I believe sincerely the law of the harvest comes into play. The many times things have been returned to its owner or giving back extra change from a clerk have blessed me to find the things I left someplace in a public setting turned in or to find a bicycle that was taken from Tanise's school. I prayed we would be lead to it and found where someone from the school rode it home and tried to make it look like theirs. We recognized it and just went up and took it since we knew it was ours. That was the law of the harvest in action!! Tanise was pleased to have retrieved it since it would have been a burden to earn the money to buy another.

Our kids are always observing what we do, so make sure it is the RIGHT thing to do, no matter what and let the consequences follow.