A miraculous moment! Grandma Jane is posting this blog update and it is her first time. Ben and I have had a special time together this week. He came and spent two nights here without his family. He has was so sweet, adorable and has a tender sensitive spirit. When I think of the Savior blessing the little children in Book of Mormon times I am sure Ben deserved to be there. We have read books, put together puzzles, played games and we wrote with sidewalk chalk after the sun with down under the street lights. We celebrated Ben's birthday while he was here. He and I went to the store and he picked out food for a special birthday lunch and the flavor for his cup cakes.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Ben, Bryson, and a Fire Truck
We had a retired fire truck come to Cub Scout Pack Meeting on Wednesday, which started the "Can Ben come and spend the night with me?" Ben was a little scared of the fire truck because he didn't like its loud sirens, but he agreed to take his picture in front of it if "Grandma Jane holds me tight." Bryson was brave and liked the bright red color!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Handcart Pioneer Trek Leaders Conference, Martin's Cove, WY
On September 19-2o, 2008 Jane and I attended Trek Leader's training at the Handcart Pioneer's Historical Site in central Wyoming. This center hosts multi-day youth conferences during the summer at the actual sites where the handcart pioneers were rescued at Martin's Cove and Rocky Ridge. This 24-hour training class is required for the leaders of any church groups that are planning to come next summer. The historical site is a five hour drive one way from our house. We left Thursday evening so we wouldn't have to leave at 4am and then have to be in class all day. I looked on-line and found a relatively inexpensive hotel in Rawlins, Wyoming, which is 62 miles from the site and the closest town with services. When we arrived at our hotel, it (the hotel) was a little smaller than I expected, but the room was very clean, but a little less than what I am used to staying in when I travel with Microsoft (and I am pretty frugal).
Here is our room at the hotel. As you can tell it is pretty basic.
The plumbing worked, but as I said, the room was pretty basic. I just kept thinking it was much better than being in a tent.
One of the reasons I picked the hotel was that it had a free breakfast buffet. Generally, when I stay at a hotel with a free buffet its a pretty good indication of at least a minimal level of quality. When Jane and I went downstairs to eat, this is what we saw. Tupperware containers spread out on the front desk. I had to laugh, but we declined to eat; the McDonalds across the street started looking very inviting.
Next we had to find the Historical Center located out in the middle of Wyoming. They listed a street address, but my map software couldn't find any location corresponding to the address. I called the history center and was stunned to find out that when I mentioned I was going to be navigating via GPS, the senior missionary sister offered to give me the GPS coordinates! I wrote them down faithfully, entered them into the GPS software, and an hour later, Jane and I found ourselves out in the middle of nowhere. I swear we found the last hideout of the Gadianton Robbers out there. We turned around, I looked through my literature and found usable directions, which turned out to be good enough to get us there. I took another GPS reading at the front entrance, and will provide it to the center for future reference. The point the dear sister gave me was about 50 miles away out on the praire somewhere.
When we were told about the training I figured it was going to be a class with some tours and lots of slide shows. We checked in at 10:30am, and at 11:30am, we started. We had a brief introduction in a large training room, and then we went out for the day on a little mini-trek to get some idea of the program. This is Jane and I with the yellow group in front of the handcart we had to help pull/push throughout the day.
We all took our turns. Mostly we walked in front or behind. Our handcart had a big ice chest with bottled water and snacks.
After our first 1/2 mile, we left the handcart in a meadow and did a reverent walk up to Martin's Cove. First we stopped at a little hollow they called "Daniel's Cove" where there is a little inspirational talk and a reading of the some of the accounts of the Martin company. They do not have any music, talks or presentations in Martin's Cove itself because of its sacred nature. They also ask the groups not to talk once they leave Daniel's Cove and walk to Martins Cove (about another 1/2 mile round trip).
This is the view from the top of Martin's Cove looking down into the area where the Handcart Pioneers would have camped. There were about 500 people in the Martin Company camped here.
After leaving Martin's Cove, we walked down to the Sweetwater River, where the winter crossings were supposed to have taken place. Near the crossing they have these very touching sculptures depicting the young men that carried all of the people across the freezing river.
During the youth treks they have a chance to cross and remember the sacrifice those young men made. Here we are making the crossing
After crossing, we were walking along the trail and came to a little shack, and an Army officer halted our group and conscripted all the men into the Army. Even though the Mormon Battalion happened ten years after the handcart pioneers, they provide this little program. The men are marched off the the women have a little talk about honoring the priesthood, and they they have to remember how brave all those sisters were by pulling the handcarts up a steep ridge by themselves. This is another program that is available to the youth. They men have their own talk about honoring women and then have to watch from distance while the sisters struggle alone.
Our meals were all the type of food that we might prepare for our youth. They give us the recipes in our packets and they serve different types of meals so you see a wide variety. This is our dining hall with all of the leaders in our training group. There are about 40 senior missionaries that work at the site running both the summer program and the leadership training events in the fall. The trails closes and most of the missionaries leave once winter sets in.
The youth camp out on the praire out on trail camps. There are fire rings and benches for each company. A family consists of two adult leaders, and eight (youth) children. Each family has a handcart to haul their possessions during the trek. A company consists of four families. This is the only water in camp. You can see the pit toilets in the distance. Jane and I will be providing food for our entire stake youth conference, which will be about 300 people for three days.
Here is our room at the hotel. As you can tell it is pretty basic.
The plumbing worked, but as I said, the room was pretty basic. I just kept thinking it was much better than being in a tent.
One of the reasons I picked the hotel was that it had a free breakfast buffet. Generally, when I stay at a hotel with a free buffet its a pretty good indication of at least a minimal level of quality. When Jane and I went downstairs to eat, this is what we saw. Tupperware containers spread out on the front desk. I had to laugh, but we declined to eat; the McDonalds across the street started looking very inviting.
Next we had to find the Historical Center located out in the middle of Wyoming. They listed a street address, but my map software couldn't find any location corresponding to the address. I called the history center and was stunned to find out that when I mentioned I was going to be navigating via GPS, the senior missionary sister offered to give me the GPS coordinates! I wrote them down faithfully, entered them into the GPS software, and an hour later, Jane and I found ourselves out in the middle of nowhere. I swear we found the last hideout of the Gadianton Robbers out there. We turned around, I looked through my literature and found usable directions, which turned out to be good enough to get us there. I took another GPS reading at the front entrance, and will provide it to the center for future reference. The point the dear sister gave me was about 50 miles away out on the praire somewhere.
When we were told about the training I figured it was going to be a class with some tours and lots of slide shows. We checked in at 10:30am, and at 11:30am, we started. We had a brief introduction in a large training room, and then we went out for the day on a little mini-trek to get some idea of the program. This is Jane and I with the yellow group in front of the handcart we had to help pull/push throughout the day.
We all took our turns. Mostly we walked in front or behind. Our handcart had a big ice chest with bottled water and snacks.
After our first 1/2 mile, we left the handcart in a meadow and did a reverent walk up to Martin's Cove. First we stopped at a little hollow they called "Daniel's Cove" where there is a little inspirational talk and a reading of the some of the accounts of the Martin company. They do not have any music, talks or presentations in Martin's Cove itself because of its sacred nature. They also ask the groups not to talk once they leave Daniel's Cove and walk to Martins Cove (about another 1/2 mile round trip).
This is the view from the top of Martin's Cove looking down into the area where the Handcart Pioneers would have camped. There were about 500 people in the Martin Company camped here.
After leaving Martin's Cove, we walked down to the Sweetwater River, where the winter crossings were supposed to have taken place. Near the crossing they have these very touching sculptures depicting the young men that carried all of the people across the freezing river.
During the youth treks they have a chance to cross and remember the sacrifice those young men made. Here we are making the crossing
After crossing, we were walking along the trail and came to a little shack, and an Army officer halted our group and conscripted all the men into the Army. Even though the Mormon Battalion happened ten years after the handcart pioneers, they provide this little program. The men are marched off the the women have a little talk about honoring the priesthood, and they they have to remember how brave all those sisters were by pulling the handcarts up a steep ridge by themselves. This is another program that is available to the youth. They men have their own talk about honoring women and then have to watch from distance while the sisters struggle alone.
Our meals were all the type of food that we might prepare for our youth. They give us the recipes in our packets and they serve different types of meals so you see a wide variety. This is our dining hall with all of the leaders in our training group. There are about 40 senior missionaries that work at the site running both the summer program and the leadership training events in the fall. The trails closes and most of the missionaries leave once winter sets in.
The youth camp out on the praire out on trail camps. There are fire rings and benches for each company. A family consists of two adult leaders, and eight (youth) children. Each family has a handcart to haul their possessions during the trek. A company consists of four families. This is the only water in camp. You can see the pit toilets in the distance. Jane and I will be providing food for our entire stake youth conference, which will be about 300 people for three days.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Seth's Cross Country Meet
Seth has joined his high school Cross Country team with several of his friends. He participated in a huge regional meet called the Liberty Bell invitational this past Friday September 12th. There were hundreds, if not thousands of participants. Schools from Wyoming, Colorado, Kansas, Nebraska, and New Mexico were in attendance, and there were about ten different divisions. While Seth doesn't have a lot of experience, his times are improving and he is doing a lot of practicing. He seems to enjoy it and we support him 100% . I thought I'd share a couple of pictures and video. The video is a montage of the start, Seth at about 1 mile into the course, and his finish. You can't really see Seth well except at the finish. He passes at 21 seconds. Pause the video and look for his long black compression shorts hanging out from under his trunks. Sorry! I really didn't know where he was at the start. I'll try to do better next time.
This is Seth cooling down after his finish.
More cooling down and walking it off
Seth back at the team hang out with some of the guys in his division.
This is Seth cooling down after his finish.
More cooling down and walking it off
Seth back at the team hang out with some of the guys in his division.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Soup Kitchen
Rounding out our great weekend, Jane and I filled a church assignment to help out at a Denver-area soup kitchen after church. The kitchen feeds homeless people at a down town college campus every two weeks, and is run by a local synagog. There were about 150 homeless people that were fed, and the meal was actually quite good. Dinner was a chicken enchilada casserole with rice, veggies, green salad, and a brownie. The people were also given a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and cookies and pretzels in a baggie to take with them. What I liked about the way this was run was that the portions were very generous, and people could come back for seconds, plus they had a supply of empty margarine tubs and other snap lid containers so that people could take food with them for another meal later. One of the guys in the line told us the containers were for food for him to eat at work during lunch the next day. Some of the people were obviously homeless, but many looked just like normal folks; clean, neatly dressed, well spoken. On one hand its sad to think that nice, normal people couldn't make enough money to eat at home; on the other hand I'm really glad that there was a place they could get a big meal for free. At least one or two looked like college students.
For our assignment, Jane passed out the sandwiches, and served the casserole. Jane was really in her element; at her spot at the head of the line, she chatted up everyone and made them feel welcome and treated them in a friendly, respectful way. In other words, she noticed them individually and loved them for a few seconds. Her favorite moment? As we were packing up, a guy walked up, and because some of the treats were gone, one homeless guy came over and offered to share his treats with the guy that came late.
Most of the folks that we feed sit down on the grass or up against nearby buildings.
For our assignment, Jane passed out the sandwiches, and served the casserole. Jane was really in her element; at her spot at the head of the line, she chatted up everyone and made them feel welcome and treated them in a friendly, respectful way. In other words, she noticed them individually and loved them for a few seconds. Her favorite moment? As we were packing up, a guy walked up, and because some of the treats were gone, one homeless guy came over and offered to share his treats with the guy that came late.
Most of the folks that we feed sit down on the grass or up against nearby buildings.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
A Fine Day Out
Yesterday (Friday) was as cold and gloomy as it could get, and we all were thinking of autumn, fireplaces, hot chocolate & books. This morning it warmed up and was a typical late summer/early autumn day in Colorado, and is a good thing because we had a full day planned.
It started early with Seth leaving the house at 6:30am to go to a cross country meet about 40 miles away. He went with his team on the bus to a town called Larkspur. Five or six high schools attended and it was a lovely (but hilly) course in the foothills covered with trees. We weren't sure of the starting time, and when we arrived we found out that Seth had already raced. Here he is in his running uniform holding Grace Thornbrue (Allie and her girls spent the night while James and Ben attended a father/son campout).
It started early with Seth leaving the house at 6:30am to go to a cross country meet about 40 miles away. He went with his team on the bus to a town called Larkspur. Five or six high schools attended and it was a lovely (but hilly) course in the foothills covered with trees. We weren't sure of the starting time, and when we arrived we found out that Seth had already raced. Here he is in his running uniform holding Grace Thornbrue (Allie and her girls spent the night while James and Ben attended a father/son campout).
On the way home from the cross country meet we stopped at a roadside campground with these train cars and an indian tee pee. It turns out that the caboose has been converted into a bunk house that sleeps nine and costs about $60/night. Grandma Jane has this vision: cousin camp, sleep one night in a caboose while she reads from "The Boxcar Children", and listen to trains going by in the night on the nearby tracks.
This is the inside of the caboose.
When Seth got home from his cross country meet, we all went to Elitch Gardens, which is an amusement park near downtown like Six Flags. Microsoft bought tickets for every one in the office as a sort of end-of-summer party. They had the typical kind of rides, and one of them a boat that goes down a ramp and makes a big splash at the end. Jarom and Melissa thought it looked fun, and you can see the results:
When Seth got home from his cross country meet, we all went to Elitch Gardens, which is an amusement park near downtown like Six Flags. Microsoft bought tickets for every one in the office as a sort of end-of-summer party. They had the typical kind of rides, and one of them a boat that goes down a ramp and makes a big splash at the end. Jarom and Melissa thought it looked fun, and you can see the results:
Once they got soaked, they didn't last much longer and ended up going home about 4pm. Jane, Molly and I stayed until about 7pm looking for some of milder attractions. Our favorite was a big swing/merry-go-round. Here is Jane and I before take-off.
Molly flying solo.
Live action video of this ultimate thrill ride.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Doing My Duty
Before I went to Japan I was in Boston for a week of planning and training. While I didn't have a lot of discretionary time, Staci was able to pick me up from the airport and I went to her house to visit with the kids before checking into my hotel. In this picture I am reading from a book that Microsoft published (tongue in cheek) called "Mommy, Why is There a Server in the House?". My favorite page from the book is, "When a Mommy and a Daddy love each other very much, the Daddy wants to give the Mommy a special gift.". When you turn the page you find out the "special gift" isn't a baby brother or sister, but rather a Windows Home Server. Here I am reading the book to Janie and Mark, so they can grow up knowing some of the important facts of life.
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