Thursday, June 27, 2013
Boaz's idea of taking pictures
Boaz loves to play with my toy. I find random pictures and recognize his style.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
thinking about Jonah
I have wondered at Jonah. In talking with Craig, I started to think differently about him. A few things:
I started thinking about the story of Jonah. Of all the prophets, he seems the most human. He is definitely the most reluctant. He is called to Nineveh -- the most wicked city of his time. The people of this city are his enemies.
But . . .
They listen to his message and they repent. The city is saved.
In direct contrast: Jesus is divine. He is willing and obedient. His mission is to the House of Israel -- those that should have received their God with reverence and knowledge. However, Jesus condemns the people saying:
"The men of Nineveh shall rise in judgment with this generation, and shall condemn it: because they repented at the preaching of Jonas; and, behold, a greater than Jonas is here." (vs. 41)
I have tried to understand Jonah. I have a hard time looking past the flaws that are so displayed in his story. I think I understand better now.
Jonah, the most human of the prophets, preached repentance to a wicked, vicious people and they repented.
Jesus, the Son of God, preached repentance to the children of the prophets and they rejected and crucified Him.
I look forward to learning the rest of Jonah's story. I'm sure I will find amazing faith and obedience. I believe it takes a strong man to only reveal his weakness to the world and let that be how people remember him.
I know I am a citizen of Jerusalem. I am a child that grew up with the words of the prophets. My life will show if I can listen and hear; see and understand. (Matt 13:14)
- His book shows all his weaknesses
- We don't see what he did that made him a prophet
- We don't see what he did after Nineveh
- His book is more about his journey than the journey of the people
I started thinking about the story of Jonah. Of all the prophets, he seems the most human. He is definitely the most reluctant. He is called to Nineveh -- the most wicked city of his time. The people of this city are his enemies.
But . . .
They listen to his message and they repent. The city is saved.
In direct contrast: Jesus is divine. He is willing and obedient. His mission is to the House of Israel -- those that should have received their God with reverence and knowledge. However, Jesus condemns the people saying:
"The men of Nineveh shall rise in judgment with this generation, and shall condemn it: because they repented at the preaching of Jonas; and, behold, a greater than Jonas is here." (vs. 41)
I have tried to understand Jonah. I have a hard time looking past the flaws that are so displayed in his story. I think I understand better now.
Jonah, the most human of the prophets, preached repentance to a wicked, vicious people and they repented.
Jesus, the Son of God, preached repentance to the children of the prophets and they rejected and crucified Him.
I look forward to learning the rest of Jonah's story. I'm sure I will find amazing faith and obedience. I believe it takes a strong man to only reveal his weakness to the world and let that be how people remember him.
I know I am a citizen of Jerusalem. I am a child that grew up with the words of the prophets. My life will show if I can listen and hear; see and understand. (Matt 13:14)
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Last Weekend
I'm late posting this - a whole week, but last Saturday was simply amazing. :)
My Grandmother, Esther Hollingshead, died almost nine years ago. She was an avid genealogist. As the only member of the Church in her family, she had to start from scratch. She found a lot of her people, but was always looking for Aunt Grace.
Aunt Grace grew up in her father's family. Grandma didn't know her mother or her father. But Aunt Grace was a big figure in Grandma's life. When Grandma graduated from high school, Aunt Grace took her on a trip to Europe. It was one of the high lights of my Grandma's life.
Before she died, she asked my sister, Debbie, and my Aunt Marcia to promise to find Aunt Grace and do her work. I got interested in genealogy and started talking to Debbie. We began looking.
I found out all sorts of interesting things about Aunt Grace. I found the records of the border crossing when Grandma and Aunt Grace came back from Europe. From that I had her birthdate and place of birth. I went to the Family History Library and looked her up in Ancestory.com. I was able to access newspapers and found a story about when my Grandma was a young child. She and her baby brother were in a horse drawn wagon in Deming, New Mexico. Something spooked the horse and it bolted. Aunt Grace tried to get the reins that were loose and fell under the wagon. She was shaken up, but okay. Townspeople caught the run away wagon and saved the children.
Aunt Grace's visits to Deming, made the society pages several times. She was a teacher and then a principal of a girls school in New Jersey.
All of this information was very interesting, but it didn't lead me who her parents were.
I looked on FindAGrave.com - a website that digitizes cemetery information and publishes it online. Aunt Grace was buried in St. John's Cemetery in Shiremanstown, Pennsylvania. Nearby, in the same Plot Section was a Catharine C Eppley. I was fairly certain Catharine was Aunt Grace's mother.
Another source of information were the census reports from the Family History Library. Aunt Grace was listed in the 1860 Census where she was a child of 5 months. The only problem was this census listed the family only with first initials. But the place was right, and so were the dates. The family story was that Aunt Grace's parents got divorced and she was sent to live with my Grandmother's Grandfather's family.
The 1860 Census also listed a bother C Eppley who was five at the time.
I felt I was getting to know her, but I still couldn't fine where she fit in. Aunt Grace never married and never had children. I knew we were the only ones looking for her. This search took several years. I would work in spurts.
Last year I found her parents. I googled Grace Eppely, and found her in a digitized book of the Eppley family. I found her father and it listed her mother's last name. I had found confirmation of which side of the family she came from.
Then I slacked off. The summer came and I didn't make it to the FHL at all. This past year, my hours at work were different, and I didn't make it to the library at all.
This is a big lead in for what happened last Saturday. I was going to go to Salt Lake because my nephew was going to the temple before he leaves for his mission in Peru. My family would all gather at the temple, and I had a late, but exciting idea (Wednesday) to get Aunt Grace's work done. Thursday I tried to get online and get the information, but the program had changed and I didn't know how to work it. I started making calls. I arranged for my nieces to come early to the temple and do baptisms. My sister, Willa, and her husband, Pete, would come too. Pete would baptize the girls.
I left Friday afternoon and drove the three hours to Salt Lake. I arrived at about 4. I did a little shopping in City Creek Mall - amazed that I found the stores I wanted right away - and went across the street to the Family History Library in the Joseph Smith Building. I needed a nice person to show me how to work the new program.
I had all my important dates, and we got to work. I was able to link her into the family and print out her sheet. I also have some names for Josh to do here in Idaho. (They boys stayed in Idaho for a Father/Son Campout.)
I went to the University of Utah hospital and visited my father-in-law who had surgery. Actually I got there just as the doctor was briefing my mother-in-law how it went. I stayed with Dawn, Ronda and Shalisa as we waited for him to get out of recovery. We filed in, kissed him, said I love you and filed out - all in about five minutes.
I spent the night at Carl's. We talked about his internship at the Public Defender's Office. He has one more year of Law School.
I headed to the Salt Lake Temple, Carl's temple district, and met Willa, Pete, Alysa and Raven. Raven was baptized for Aunt Grace, Alysa was confirmed for her. Willa did the initiatory and I took her name through the session. The same session that Cooper went through for the first time. It was very cool, and I was so happy.
Kim sent a picture that she thinks might be Aunt Grace.
The other part of the temple experience was super cool too. Cooper is Carl and Meg's oldest. He is having his farewell this Sunday. We are headed to Salt Lake for that too. Then he will fly to Peru and go to the MTC there. I love that there are more MTCs world wide. I know he will have such a cool experience there.
I remember when he was a rolly polly baby. I remember when he was a little kid playing with his Game Boy. I remember his ready smile as he was growing. He still has that beautiful smile, only now he towers over me. He is six feet tall (I'm guessing), he has a deep bass voice, and he is beautiful. It is amazing to me how fast kids grow up. It took sooooo long when I was going through the process. It just gets faster and faster as each baby I knew becomes an adult.
Here are some pictures of the group outside the temple after the session. Alysa and Raven hung out at Temple Square for the three hours -- I wanted have enough time -- after the baptism.
Willa and Pete, Cooper, Meg, Carl, Ethan, Raven, Alysa, Deb, Joe, and me.
A very happy day.
The family outside the doors. Ethan only has a two year wait. Amazing.
I also remember when Carl and Meg were sealed along with their boys. They took a picture that day under this same tree.
Here is a picture in memory of that day.
A beautiful family.
A beautiful day.
Aunt Grace baptized.
Cooper endowed.
My Grandmother, Esther Hollingshead, died almost nine years ago. She was an avid genealogist. As the only member of the Church in her family, she had to start from scratch. She found a lot of her people, but was always looking for Aunt Grace.
Aunt Grace grew up in her father's family. Grandma didn't know her mother or her father. But Aunt Grace was a big figure in Grandma's life. When Grandma graduated from high school, Aunt Grace took her on a trip to Europe. It was one of the high lights of my Grandma's life.
Before she died, she asked my sister, Debbie, and my Aunt Marcia to promise to find Aunt Grace and do her work. I got interested in genealogy and started talking to Debbie. We began looking.
I found out all sorts of interesting things about Aunt Grace. I found the records of the border crossing when Grandma and Aunt Grace came back from Europe. From that I had her birthdate and place of birth. I went to the Family History Library and looked her up in Ancestory.com. I was able to access newspapers and found a story about when my Grandma was a young child. She and her baby brother were in a horse drawn wagon in Deming, New Mexico. Something spooked the horse and it bolted. Aunt Grace tried to get the reins that were loose and fell under the wagon. She was shaken up, but okay. Townspeople caught the run away wagon and saved the children.
Aunt Grace's visits to Deming, made the society pages several times. She was a teacher and then a principal of a girls school in New Jersey.
All of this information was very interesting, but it didn't lead me who her parents were.
I looked on FindAGrave.com - a website that digitizes cemetery information and publishes it online. Aunt Grace was buried in St. John's Cemetery in Shiremanstown, Pennsylvania. Nearby, in the same Plot Section was a Catharine C Eppley. I was fairly certain Catharine was Aunt Grace's mother.
Another source of information were the census reports from the Family History Library. Aunt Grace was listed in the 1860 Census where she was a child of 5 months. The only problem was this census listed the family only with first initials. But the place was right, and so were the dates. The family story was that Aunt Grace's parents got divorced and she was sent to live with my Grandmother's Grandfather's family.
The 1860 Census also listed a bother C Eppley who was five at the time.
I felt I was getting to know her, but I still couldn't fine where she fit in. Aunt Grace never married and never had children. I knew we were the only ones looking for her. This search took several years. I would work in spurts.
Last year I found her parents. I googled Grace Eppely, and found her in a digitized book of the Eppley family. I found her father and it listed her mother's last name. I had found confirmation of which side of the family she came from.
Then I slacked off. The summer came and I didn't make it to the FHL at all. This past year, my hours at work were different, and I didn't make it to the library at all.
This is a big lead in for what happened last Saturday. I was going to go to Salt Lake because my nephew was going to the temple before he leaves for his mission in Peru. My family would all gather at the temple, and I had a late, but exciting idea (Wednesday) to get Aunt Grace's work done. Thursday I tried to get online and get the information, but the program had changed and I didn't know how to work it. I started making calls. I arranged for my nieces to come early to the temple and do baptisms. My sister, Willa, and her husband, Pete, would come too. Pete would baptize the girls.
I left Friday afternoon and drove the three hours to Salt Lake. I arrived at about 4. I did a little shopping in City Creek Mall - amazed that I found the stores I wanted right away - and went across the street to the Family History Library in the Joseph Smith Building. I needed a nice person to show me how to work the new program.
I had all my important dates, and we got to work. I was able to link her into the family and print out her sheet. I also have some names for Josh to do here in Idaho. (They boys stayed in Idaho for a Father/Son Campout.)
I went to the University of Utah hospital and visited my father-in-law who had surgery. Actually I got there just as the doctor was briefing my mother-in-law how it went. I stayed with Dawn, Ronda and Shalisa as we waited for him to get out of recovery. We filed in, kissed him, said I love you and filed out - all in about five minutes.
I spent the night at Carl's. We talked about his internship at the Public Defender's Office. He has one more year of Law School.
I headed to the Salt Lake Temple, Carl's temple district, and met Willa, Pete, Alysa and Raven. Raven was baptized for Aunt Grace, Alysa was confirmed for her. Willa did the initiatory and I took her name through the session. The same session that Cooper went through for the first time. It was very cool, and I was so happy.
Kim sent a picture that she thinks might be Aunt Grace.
I remember when he was a rolly polly baby. I remember when he was a little kid playing with his Game Boy. I remember his ready smile as he was growing. He still has that beautiful smile, only now he towers over me. He is six feet tall (I'm guessing), he has a deep bass voice, and he is beautiful. It is amazing to me how fast kids grow up. It took sooooo long when I was going through the process. It just gets faster and faster as each baby I knew becomes an adult.
Here are some pictures of the group outside the temple after the session. Alysa and Raven hung out at Temple Square for the three hours -- I wanted have enough time -- after the baptism.
A very happy day.
The family outside the doors. Ethan only has a two year wait. Amazing.
I also remember when Carl and Meg were sealed along with their boys. They took a picture that day under this same tree.
Here is a picture in memory of that day.
A beautiful family.
A beautiful day.
Aunt Grace baptized.
Cooper endowed.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
summer band
Josh began playing the tuba this year in band. He was willing to haul the huge instrument home on the bus to practice.
He did very well, and received the end of year award of Mr. Brass.
During summer band he got to play a full size tuba. His teacher took a picture and sent it to me after I asked nicely.
He did very well, and received the end of year award of Mr. Brass.
During summer band he got to play a full size tuba. His teacher took a picture and sent it to me after I asked nicely.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
caves at the Craters
Last time we went, we forgot the flash lights. Or I should say, I forgot them. I failed to mention that we would need them, if we were going to go in the caves. We could only go in one cave that time. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, allowing enough light to go with out flashlights.
This time Boaz wanted to make sure that he could go in all the caves. We talked about flashlights for thee days before we left.
The caves were cool - literally. There was about a 40 degree temperature difference. Some of them had ice on the walls and covering part of the ground.
This time Boaz wanted to make sure that he could go in all the caves. We talked about flashlights for thee days before we left.
The caves were cool - literally. There was about a 40 degree temperature difference. Some of them had ice on the walls and covering part of the ground.
landscapes at the Craters
I also took some pictures of the landscape. The most recent lava flow happened about 2000 years ago. It reminded me of Kona, HI. Or as Josh said, Kona reminded me of Craters of the Moon.
flowers in a waste land
We went to Craters of the Moon National Park this past Saturday. The wild flowers were in bloom. They were so dainty and bright in the rugged landscape.
I thought they were a bit like blessings. Scattered at our feet, brightly colored - just waiting for us to notice them.
I took several pictures. So many different colors. I think my favorite were the tiny purple ones.
I thought they were a bit like blessings. Scattered at our feet, brightly colored - just waiting for us to notice them.
I took several pictures. So many different colors. I think my favorite were the tiny purple ones.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Running
I have been on again, off again working on running. When I started, I could barely run for a minute. I was disheartened remembering that I ran for two miles in college. I was a mess. But I found a post on Pinterest that went from couch potato to runner in twelve weeks. So, I started the plan.
The winter was horribly cold, so I took a few months off. I started back up this Spring. Yesterday I ran for five minutes and walked for one; four times. (I haven't looked at the schedule for a long time. I was supposed to go from four minutes to six minutes. Oppsie.) Today I invited the boys to come with me.
Today I kind of made things up. I ran for five, walked for one; then ran for six and walked for one -twice. Astounding from where I started.
We live close to a cemetary, so I could run as slow as I wanted and Josh could run as fast as he wanted. Boaz rode his bike. The only thing was Josh had to be close to Boaz for the block on the busy road.
I lost track of the boys on the first block. Josh ran a 6:10 mile for track. I'm hoping that I can run a six minute half mile. I'm probably not there yet. :) But I am working on getting some lungs back and getting my heart healthy.
Today I ran with my boys.
The winter was horribly cold, so I took a few months off. I started back up this Spring. Yesterday I ran for five minutes and walked for one; four times. (I haven't looked at the schedule for a long time. I was supposed to go from four minutes to six minutes. Oppsie.) Today I invited the boys to come with me.
Today I kind of made things up. I ran for five, walked for one; then ran for six and walked for one -twice. Astounding from where I started.
We live close to a cemetary, so I could run as slow as I wanted and Josh could run as fast as he wanted. Boaz rode his bike. The only thing was Josh had to be close to Boaz for the block on the busy road.
I lost track of the boys on the first block. Josh ran a 6:10 mile for track. I'm hoping that I can run a six minute half mile. I'm probably not there yet. :) But I am working on getting some lungs back and getting my heart healthy.
Today I ran with my boys.
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