Stripling Warriors' Mom: Pioneros, Tamales & Grilled Hamburgers

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Pioneros, Tamales & Grilled Hamburgers

Pioneer Day, a state holiday is celebrated today. I feel like one too. I made tamales in commemoration of my pioneer ancestors, Ricardo Rodriguez and Maria Canchola. Actually I am getting ready for next week and hoping to lighten the load with food preparation and last minute details.

Beth and the boys came over to visit with Aaron, Candice and the kids. We could smell the tamales cooking and it became confusing just what we were having for dinner. Grilled hamburgers or tamales? Or maybe a little of both! I made homemade lemonade which no one refused.

I like to freeze the freshly made tamales and then cook them the day of the family dinner for our reunion. Heritage food at its finest, and then everyone brings potluck and we are up to have a grand time just eating together.

I really look forward to these times as if it was Christmas. I prepare all year for the festivities and activities. I love my family and this is my language of love in case you hadn't noticed.

God bless you all and we miss Matt not being here too. Michael and Joanna will come in on Monday. We are looking forward to a great get-together.

Pictures to follow.

See you soon, see you there...

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Power to Act in God's Name

I believe and know very strongly that, " A man, young or old never stands taller than when he is doing his priesthood duties or responsibilities. Be it station as a Deacon, Teacher, Priest, Elder, High Priest, Home teacher, priesthood holder husband, father, son or grandfather, Bishop, or Prophet of God. He has a mantle about him that emanates and gives him the authority to act in God's name, and uses it in righteousness. It is a blessing to him and his family. To this I know that he raises the bar in doing his duty to God and his fellow man.”

" I stand in awe of the goodness that pervades within that soul who honors and lives up to his priesthood calling with a pure heart. It is evident to me and cannot be hidden. I believe that quality shines in their countenances and His image is radiated in their face's.

Insights by Anna 11.22.09

Touch of The Master's Hand

And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
" It was battered and scarred,
Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch