Noteworthy Keeping Up On my Blog, Journal~

I read a few comments from Elder Steven Snow given as the commencement address. i have been a more faithful journal keeper but as of late I had other things get in the way. It is time for me to REPENT! Here are some highlights I read in the Deseret News online this morning:

“Some of the most inspiring history comes from the diaries and journals of everyday people like you and me,” he said. “You need not be a prominent church leader and a copious journal keeper … but your story is important. Contribute to our body of history by keeping your own story.”

Although one’s journal may not be highlighted in some future display, it will be treasured by one's posterity for generations to come.

“Truth of the matter is if you don’t write your story it may not get written,” he said. “Worse still it may be told by someone else in a way you do not desire. The one who has the last word is the one who writes it down. Remember to keep a journal.”



Left photo was of a surprise visit of my younger sister, Linda with her daughter, Mina and husband, Nick and my sonm,Hank
Right photo: Our district after our weekly meeting in the East Kennewick Branch (WKM)
with Elders, Dexter, Tuttle, Schulz, Hall, Elder Walser, Hermanas Griffin, and Kidd

I am so thankful I took the time to note these events pictured above

Question: How does one go back and retrace our unwritten entries?

Answer: Apologetically, WE can't!! I just need to start over and go forward!

Home Sweet Home in Chicago, and Grade School

I thought for sure I had posted this photo of my childhood home in Chicago. We lived on the south side as far as I know. We lived about two blocks from my elementary school. Actually it had kindergarten through eight grades. Both my brother attended the same school as I did. Charlie in the seventh grade,with Beeb ein the sixth grade.

We used to walk up the alley to the Marcy Center a recreational center. I remember learning crafts, how to make lanyards and how to make biscuits in a cooking class. It also had softball fields. It was there when I was in first grande that I was hit with a flying baseball bat while standing too close to the batter. The day before the last day of school I ended up with my right cheek and stitches for that last day of school. And eventually had a scar on my cheek.

Marcy Center sponsored the two week summer camp at Camp Rheinberg my brothers and I went to in the summer. It was my first experience away form my parents. I remember two weeks is a long time for a seen year old being separated from home/family!! Our parents came to visit us on the week end in between the two weeks.
Me, at seven years old

My grade school: William Penn as it looked back then.

Anita Recio~ My Grandmother and Namesake

This is my grandmother, Anita Recio. She lived in a very exciting time. She was born in 1900 and lived through the1920s as a young,vibrant,woman. She survived the Depression years, two World Wars, the 1950s, and 1960s too. I could always think of her and hr age because of what year it was.

This picture was taken of he at the courtyard at the Alamo, as it was written on the foreground of the photo. She liked to dress in fashion of the day. She always took a lot of pictures of herself which is a record of hr life and adventures. She had a lot of confidence of who she was and what she was about in her life.
She was a happy persoo and took care of those around her. People turned to her for advice or small loans from time to time. (I found her record book of her disbursments. She always had what she needed and worked hard for what she had in life.