I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway.

Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do.
Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed.

I was born in Prove, Utah.

My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died.

My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life.
Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump.
For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.

I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.

[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Please forgive the spelling and typing. I never said I could spell or type and my high school type teacher would agree.
Have YOU ever had one of those days. I did well, I should say nights. My roommate is taking care of anothers person house and cat so is gone. My other room mate was spending the night with some friends. So here is the story...

I put the two big dogs out for the night and because one is a fench jumper put her on the tie down for the night. Plenty of water and for the night and settled in to watch a couple of shows. You know the kind that is cops and robbers. Do they still have those? At about 11:00 pm the big dog and yes she is big started to bark, howl and act up. The more it went on the more I got upset. It is highly unusal for her to make such a racket. Yes, she barks but not like this. I called her but could not get her to come. I tried again still no results. Well you have to understand that we have had car break ins and break ins in houses where the people are sleeping while they steal from the house. (hard of hearing I don't think so) Well chicken me as I was becoming thought maybe I sould call my cop friend that lives down the street. Threw that out and called my roommate at 1:30 am and ask her what she thought. So she stayed on the line while I went outside and to the corner of the front yard where B was at. Finally got B. to come in. She was so up tight and kept going to the door wanting to go out. Then she put her body acrossed mine and pushed me back in the sofa in a protective mode. At 4:00 or so she finally layed down after pacing the room and looking out she went to sleep. At 5:00 her eyes popped open and she wanted out. I let her out no more braking or crying at all. What ever was there was gone. No sleep and none until Sat night when I went to be about 8:00 and died. B did not bark or get upset that night. So what do you think is was brothering her? Some say a wild animal, or maybe a ghost.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

“We become so caught up in
the busyness of our lives. Were we to step back,
however, and take a good
at what we’re doing,
may find that we have immersed ourselves
in the ‘thick of thin things.’
In other words, too often
spend most of our time
taking care of the things which
not really matter much at all in
the grand scheme of things,
neglecting those more important causes.”
Thomas S. Monson,
Ensign, Nov. 2009, 85

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

We live in perilous times when many believe
we are not accountable to God and that
we do not have personal responsibility
or stewardship for ourselves or others.
Many in the world are focused on
self-gratification, put themselves first,
and love pleasure more than
they love righteousness.
They do not believe they are their
brother’s keeper. I
n the Church, however, we believ
e that these stewardships are a sacred trust.”
Quentin L. Cook,

Monday, August 9, 2010

“The invitation to repent is rarely
a voice of chastisement but rather a loving
appeal to turn around and to ‘re-turn’
toward God.
It is the beckoning of a loving Father
and His Only Begotten Son
to be more than we are,
to reach up to a higher way of life,
to change, and to feel the happiness
of keeping the commandments.”
Neil L. Andersen,
Ensign, Nov. 2009, 40

Monday, August 2, 2010

“Just remember that the legacy
is passed from heart to heart.
Charity, the pure love of Christ,
is part of the mighty change of heart
which the Lord promises to
His faithful disciples.
So it is not hard to see what simple things
you can and must do to pass the legacy along.”
Henry B. Eyring,