I found the following story quite humorous which we heard on Story corp on NPR. We hear these stories every Friday Morning about the time we hit 56th West in Billings. Helps us know that we are about on time at our appointment. This, by the way, isn't a temple story!!!! Just click on the following link and read or listen. Most of them aren't humorous...Some are sad, some really aren't stories at all, but most are pretty interesting. This one...humorous!
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=91943477

My Monday

My Monday is going to be a lot shorter than Caroline's--even without her pictures. We had breakfast at 7:00. Read my scriptures and some talks from April Conference. Exercised for about 1/2 hour. Finished reading a junior book. (It was quite fun. Called "We Were There when Washington Won at Yorktown. It is an older book) Did a load of washing (yes, I even dried it and folded it). Started quilting at 11:00; quit at 3:00. Read (maybe that was when I finished that book). Had dinner; home evening; and Dad and I quilted from 7:00-9:00. Crocheted while we watched some of a movie, but turned it off after an hour because it wasn't going anywhere. Then at 10:10 we decided to get ready for bed, but I crocheted a bit more, then found I had made a mistake several stitches back, so I pulled some out--again. Then that was the end of my day. The end. Mom

What Makes a Great Dad?

One who contemplates before making big decisions.
One who stands strong when there are afflictions.

One who helps when help is needed.
One who shares when others feel defeated.

One who works hard to provide.
One who plays to soften the tide.

One who knows the Gospel is true.
One who loves us through and through.

What makes a great Dad? Your Dad--that's who.



My own Dad was gentle and loving. He knew the Gospel was true and lived it all his days. He was a farmer by trade, but was a boiler man at the sugar factory, and also a canal "rider" to supplement the finances. He had some close calls in his day. For example, he was riding on a "cabless" tractor by the canal under our hill, and the tractor tipped over into the canal. It momentarily pinned him under, but miraculously he got out and walked back up to the house. Mom and I were gone at the time, and by the time we got home he had changed clothes and hung the wet ones on the clothesline. That was the first indication to mother that something wrong had happened. He had an attack of appendicitis while working at the sugar factory and had to come home early. That was when he said he was no longer going to work there. He loved flowers and gardening. It seemed he enjoyed life for the most part, and I think he was happy when he was able to join his own father in the heavens.

Happy Father's Dad to my dad, my father in law, your dad, and to you who are fathers in the family. I love you. Mom

This picture isn't to look at! Although if you look real hard you can see the car. I wanted to get the sounds of 5:00 AM. This is what we hear when we leave for Billings on Friday mornings lately. Noisey aren't we. It's a wonder that people can sleep this time of day! We have two new baby robins outside our door on the light same as last year. We've also done our patriotic duty and purchased a new lawn mower...you know the tax rebate...stimulating the economy...We've done our part today!!! I'll get a picture of one of us using it soon and show it off.

Here is the finished product. I'm not doing anymore to it. I feel pretty good about how this turned out. Glenn seemed to think it is "pretty good."

We went to Billings twice this week. One for our usual day at the temple, and then on Saturday for the Stake Temple day.

I've mowed all the tall grass this week. It took about 4 hours. I will someday learn not to let it go for two weeks...especially after fertilizing and rain! Trouble is, it needs it again already and its only been a couple of days. The garden is growing weeds. I got them out of the onions temporarily. The corn isn't up yet but watch out! The cantaloupe I set out couldn't take the rough weather, they are dead. Amazingly the watermelon plants are still alive. The heritage raspberries I got from Bob Doerr are still living and growing. I don't know if we'll get berries from them this year, but they are going to stay alive. I'm going to have to get rid of the remaining raspberry plants on the north of the house...the ones all you guys remember. About all that is left is dead canes.

That's about all for now. Our lives aren't very exciting I guess. Not much to add since the last time I posted. Oh well.