December 27, 2008

Anerner

Andi came and spent Christmas with us. It was quiet because there were no grandchildren, but Betty and I both really enjoyed her visit.

We laughed and talked, we had dinner with "Popo", and we watched a lot of movies. I know that my sister, Bonnie would have been disappointed in us because we slept in Christmas Morning. 5AM came and went without us.
The time with our children is a precious gift. The older I get, the more I realize the truth of that statement.

December 24, 2008

Tis the night before Christmas



'Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the pad
The children are missing, we're feeling sad'
No stockings are hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicolas soon will be there;


No children are nestled all snug in their beds;
With visions of ipods that dance in their heads;
And Grandma in her nightie and I in my jammies,

Have just settled down with full little tummies;

When out on the road there is a heavy thick fog
I spring from the bed just wanting to blog.
Away to the keyboard to type a short note
I've turned on the computer and started to gloat.


The glow of the screen of the blogs does show
News of my grandchildren wherever they go
What do my wondering eyes should appear
But six little grandchildren that I hold so dear.

With a little old cursor so tiny and quick
I moved from family to family with a click
More rapid than eagles the pages they came
I read and chuckle as I search for each name.


“Now Matthew! Now, Luke, Now Aubrey and Ashleigh!
On Hannah! On Chloe! The keys I'm a smashing
To the Homes in South Dakota! To the top of the mall
Now come away! come away! come away all!”


As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstable, mount to the sky,
So up to their beds the grandkids they flew,
With dreams full of toys, and St. Nicolas too.

And then, in a moment, parents hear them all snore
Till the pictures are rattling and so does the door.
As I click on my mouse and am surfing around
Down the staircase their parents come with a bound.

They were all covered in sweat from their heads to their feet,
And their clothes were all dirty and they were lookin so beat;
A bundle of toys they have hung on their backs,
They look like some peddlers just opening their packs.

Their eyes – how they're heavy! They need some more sleep;
They head for the bedroom to count some more sheep.
Their wallets are empty, drawn up like a bow,
But deep in their hearts they're' feeling aglow.

The path of my mouse held tight in my thumb
Goes from house to house and just makes me feel numb
But I have a broad little smile and a big round belly
That shakes when I laugh like a bowl full of jelly.

I'm chubby and plump, a lonely old elf,
I laugh when I see them in spite of myself.
A wink of my eye and a twist of my hand
Soon gives me to know that all over the land;

Just laying a finger to the side of my mouse,
And giving a click fills up my whole house.
So I spring to my chair, to my mouse give a quick whistle
And here they all come like the down of a thistle.

Hear me exclaim, as I click through the night,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

December 18, 2008

Chloe's 5th Birthday

Wish you could have seen this face! When we were singing Happy Birthday, Chloe got the funniest look on her face...she didn't seem to know what she thought about everyone standing around and singing to her. A priceless moment!
(Sent by Brenda)

December 14, 2008

Aubrey's birthday

This is Aubrey's 13th birthday. She is interested in country music and her favorite artists are Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood. She is in Karate and doing well with it. She is #1 in her class for reading the most books. She loves doing creative arts and crafts things and for awhile she was writing her own books. Grandma and Grandpa are very proud of her. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Aubrey.

She had a birthday party with her friends and I think she is having a grand time with her friends and her sister Chloe.

Chloe had her 5th birthday on the 2nd of November. She likes creative things to do and she LOVES to dance and loves music. She is in Karate with her sister and is the youngest one in the class.

We love our girls and are so proud of them.

December 13, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 30 - The Greatest Gift


Betty and I have seen many Christmas programs this year. They've been enjoyable, and they have been entertaining, but they fail to mention the very reason that we celebrate Christmas.


The scriptures say, in John 3: 16 "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." What greater gift could be given?

One of the movies that I enjoy every year at Christmas time is one called "The Fourth Wise Man" starring Martin Sheen. The main character, Arteban, spends his entire life searching for the Messiah. He carries with him precious gifts to give to the new king. As he encounters people in need during his life, the precious gifts are sold to help those in need. Arteban and his slave end up spending thirty years in a lepers' colony serving the people who suffer there. All the while, Arteban carries his most precious gift, a beautiful pearl.

The king is found and Arteban rushes to find him and present him with the precious pearl. He's always one step behind. A young girl is about to be sold into slaver to pay her father's debts, and this kind man spends his last gift to save her from slavery. As he is dying, he meets the Savior and is reminded that as he offered his gifts to each of these people, he gave them to the Lord.

I enjoy this story each time I see it. It is a reminder that we must follow the Savior's example and give ourselves to those around us. I am grateful for Jesus Christ and for his sacrifice for us.


December 10, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 29 - Time

Searching for a moment to give
Each person with whom I live
Christmas greetings expressing my love
Or doing some small thing to let them know of
Nice tender feelings in my heart that's aglow.
Days slip by and no time is found.
Soon I'll be the only soul around.

Merry Christmas aglow in lights so bright.
In every child's heart was the desire to do right.
Naughty children, you see thought they could change
Until the morn came that caught them so strange
Teary eyed and sad holding a bowl
Eating their porridge and looking at coal.
Santa had passed them by that night.

Hopeful but wearily we continue to try
Our behavior to change as days go by,
Until the day comes no more can be done.
Repentance was delayed too long, my son.
Sin needs to be dealt with so the battle is won.

Do something today.
Ask the Lord. I know what He would say,
"You can do it child, I am the way."

Never delay doing what's right.
Only work hard both day and night.

We must use time for which I'm grateful tonight.

December 09, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 28 - Winter

Although I like a routine that I feel comfortable with, I am easily bored and thrive when there is a variety in my life. Variety makes life interesting and pleasant. Contrast makes beauty more noticeable to me.

There is a chill in the air that requires a hat and scarf and gloves. There is a crunch in my step as I move through the freshly fallen snow. The ground is clean and white and pure. The warm moisture in my breath is converted to small clouds it the cold air. The leaves are gone from the trees exposing the beauty of their architecture. The spectrum of colors is distinct to this season. I love the contrast of the dark night and the Christmas lights.

I will enjoy the other seasons as they come, but for today I will be grateful for Winter. I will try hard not to complain when I have to shovel the snow or scrape the ice. I will try to be careful on the ice that winter brings to busy streets. When Spring and Summer and Autumn come, I will have the opportunity to be grateful for them as well.

December 08, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 27 - Music

Today was a busy day. Early this morning, I add a couple of new links to our blog. One of them is called My 9 Cents. It was a nice blog because it helps us get acquainted with Betty's family, but it was also nice because of the music that plays when the blog presents itself. I enjoyed the music so much that I just let it play and play. As I did, I began to feel that I must have the same tastes and interests as this family does.
This is a time of year that music plays in most stores you go in to. I love Christmas music, but the music I love is missing. Today I got a good dose of the kinds of music I love including the religious music.

Music is a powerful tool for good. There was a time in my life that I played the piano. When I came home after a frustrating day, I could work my emotions out on the piano. "Master the Tempest is Raging" was a good hymn for resolving anger. "Whispering Hope" was a song that was good when I was feeling sad. I enjoyed "Winter Wonderland", "Lara's Theme", "Smoke gets in Your Eyes", "Memory", and to many other songs to number.

Music can also be irritating, annoying, tempting, or depressing. It's important to select the music that is uplifting and soothing rather than the opposite.

Today, I am really grateful for good music.


December 07, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 26 - Betty's Dad


Five years ago, Betty and I moved to Colorado Springs so that we could be closer to her dad. We had been coming down once a month to visit him, but it just wasn't enough for Betty. We checked into the possibility of working remotely and we changed our address. It was a good move.

Betty's dad is a really independant man. He takes care of himself and is a good example for me.
He was born in Mexico and served a mission for the LDS church when he was a young man. Later he was drafted into the US Army and served as an Air Borne Ranger. He has first hand experience with Normandy, Berlin, and Guam. He doesn't talk about them very often, but it is fascinating when he does.
I have enjoyed getting to know a few of the men who served with him as a "Mule Skinners". The mules were once used to transport the supplies for the soldiers. They were replaced with jeeps and tanks.
After he left the armed services, he worked as a heavy equipment operator. He often will show Betty and I some waterline or road or parking lot and let us know that he had part in preparing the land for those features. He still loves to watch heavy equipment.
He and his wife, Grace, moved into their little mountain home in 1964. He used to take twelve mile walks from his home into the mountains. When Betty's Mother was ill, we watched him care for her faithfully until she passed away.
I am grateful for his kindness to us and for the exampleful he has set for me.

December 05, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 25 - Encouragement

I am easily discouraged and even more easily distracted. Just a simple word of encouragement can make all the difference.
Recently, I was sitting in church and was feeling discouraged because I haven't been happy with my progress. A leader came over to me and told me that he he was grateful for the work I have been doing. My attitude was quickly adjusted in response to his words of encouragement.
I have been putting histories on several of our family blogs, and have been dissappointed that there has not been the response that I had hoped. I put one out there just last night. There was a single line of gratitude from someone I love and respect. Although recognition should not be my motive for posting the histories, I am grateful that someone took just a moment to let me know that my efforts are making a difference in their life. It makes the effort more worthwhile.

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 24 - Boxes

I have always been fascinated with boxes, perhaps because I love to have my life completely compartmentalized. My ideal world has a place for everything and everything in its place. This pile of boxes represents some the of the things in my life that I am grateful for.

The tiny box at the top of the stack is usually in my pocket. It contains the medicine that makes it possible for me to live a normal life. It also has an eagle engraved in the lid which reminds me of our son, Ed.


The second box in the stack contains a small collection of pocket knives. Some are large, some are small. Some are old, and some are new. All of them have been gifts and I cherish each one.

The cherry colored box was a "Thanks" award from one of my clients and contains some of my small jewelry items. If you look closely, you can see the fake teeth I brought home from our last family reunion.


The light colored wood box contains some of the treasures that were handed down by my sweet Mother in Law, Grace Wagner, including her mouth organ which I can't play.

There are many boxes that are not pictured. One was built when I was in Primary. Another contains my oil paints and brushes. Yet another contains thread, needles, ribbons, plastic eyes and noses. These are my teddy bear supplies. There are shadow boxes on our walls. They contain collections of trinkets gathered over the years. There are toy cars from my wife, and clay teddy bears fashioned by my daughter, Andi, a stone apple made by Rob, and pictures of my parents. Each of the boxes has had a specific purpose.

The box that is the most special to me is my stone box, which was created for me by my son, Rob. It was made representing the stone box in which the gold plates were hidden in the hill Cumorah. It holds my Spanish scriptures including my Bible and my Triple combination. The triple contains the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants and the Pearl of Great Price. I used these books when I was a missionary. I am now using English versions of the same books.
Boxes of themselves have no value. They contain things that are symbolic to me. These little personal treasures help me remember what is important in my life. I'm grateful for my little collection of boxes.

December 04, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 23 - Givers and Takers

There seem to be two kinds of people in the world. Some are givers and some are takers.
There are people in this world that spend their lives looking to get something for nothing. In school, they were the students who studied just enough to pass the tests. Sometimes their scores were stolen rather than earned. In the workplace, they are the people who put in only what is required an no more. In the community, they are the first in line to get a free handout. At church, they are the first to ask for assistance and the last to accept a calling to help carry their own weight.
On the other side of the scale are those who are always going the second mile. In the schools, these are the students who do more than is required when doing assignments. In the workplace, they are concerned about their co-workers yet are conscientious about completing whatever needs to be accomplished and more. In the community these are the people who are looking for others who they can help. They look for opportunities to serve without giving a thought to being seen or recognized or to receiving thanks. In the church, these are the people who have more than one assignment and who give their whole heart to everything they do.
When we were children, our family often selected another family for whom we would serve as a "Secret Santa." We thought of each member of the family we chose. We provided a gift for them that would be appropriate. We selected the perfect tree and decorated it for them. We would secretly place the presents and the tree on the porch of the chosen family. We rang the doorbell and then we ran and hid. It was very important that the family never know where the gifts came from. It was a wonderful feeling to know that a needy family had received our offering, and it was equally rewarding to remain anonymous.

I am grateful that in my life I have known both. I am equally thankful that I have known more givers in my life than takers. I pray that I will always remember to be a giver before being a taker.

December 03, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 22 - Employment

Today and yesterday, I took two vacation days. I spent the day with Betty walking the dog and doing some pre-Christmas shopping. We really love walking down the streets of old Colorado City where usually at this time of year all of the shops are touting their holiday wares. I could hardly believe my eyes at the number of closed businesses we encountered.
Many of the stores that are bustling this time of year were relatively quiet. There are shoppers out, but it's not the same as other years. The spirit is subdued.
There are places in our city that homeless people have been occasionally seen. It seems to be a bigger problem than it has been in the past. Today I saw a clean looking young man with a sleeping bag and a back pack on his back. When it's cold out like it was today, it's especially noticeable.
This evening, I am really grateful for my job. There may be times that I am frustrated with the job I have and gripe because retirement is so far away, but today I am grateful for the job I do have.
If I am truly grateful for my job, my performance on the job needs to indicate that is the case. I'll hit the conveyor belt running in the morning.

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December 02, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 21 - A gift for which I'll always be grateful.


I have a friend, Russ Petty, that is always busy. He was assigned as my Home teacher and I have really admired him. He may watch some television, but his hands are always busy. He makes powder horns from bulls' horns that are etched with beautiful scrimshaw patterns. He makes and flies kites. These were not ordinary kites. They were large enough that they can be ridden by a full grown man. He has clocks all over his home. Some are restored antiques, and some are built completely by him. One of his hobbies caught my attention. He made teddy bears. I admired his work, and he gave me a pattern and some fur. He then taught me to make them too.

This is one of Russ' bears that he gave as a gift to Betty. The kids have played with it and the bow has been tied and untied many many times.


My first attempts to make bears using the same pattern that Russ uses were clumsy and fun. Grandpa bear above was one of the first I made. I have made and placed about one hundred twenty five teddy bears. All of my grandchildren have at least one of my bears. My mother and my sister also have some one of my bears. Many of my bears have been placed with counselors who used them with clients who had experienced some kind of trauma. They seem to have a calming effect.


I started working with synthetic fur, but have made bears from denim, old tapestries, cheneel bedspreads and other materials. This bear was made from a real mink coat that belonged to singer, Ethel Merman . Her old mink coat was given to her hair dresser who gave it to a relative who gave it to me. (I'm sure you are thinking, "yeah sure!".) I took the coat apart and cut it into pieces. One completed bear went back to the person who gave me the coat and the others were mine. This poor bear's ear is coming loose. I need for someone to teach me how to make stitches that don't come loose with play.


I bought this bear and gave it to Betty when she had surgery once. Several times, I have suggested that she get rid of it so that we can downsize our household. She won't let go of it. It must meet a need of some sort.


This bear was also made from an old fur coat. I believe it's brushed wool. I need to get some final touches added and get it back to it's owner. I also need to complete it's partner who is in pieces in a basket in my closet.

Russ could have given me a bear and he would have been done with it. His gift to me was much longer lasting. He taught me how to make them as well. This hobby has given me many many hours of pleasure, and I believe that the product from my hobby has also benefitted others as well. I am grateful for this gift from my friend Russ.



December 01, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 20 - The Christmas Story


Tonight, we pulled down the Christmas boxes and set up the Nativity. We then discussed what Christmas is really about. We are both grateful for the gift that was given to us when Christ was born on Earth and for the gift of the atonement.

We are also grateful for Christmas traditions. This is the nativity set that Bonnie made for me back in 1973. Robert added the buildings about 1992. These little figurines remind us that the purpose of celebrating Christmas not the giving and receiving of gifts. It is to help us remember that the Son of God was born on Earth and gave his life for us.


There were shepherds watching their fields at night who received the news from angels on high.

The bible tells us that there were Wise men who came bearing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Tradition tells us there were three.

Each Christmas Eve, when I was a boy, my father read the story from Luke 2. I loved the story then, and I love the story now. I am grateful for the Savior's gift to each of us.




Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 19 - My Big Brother

Sometimes, competition between brothers can be keen. During our school years, we weren't as close as I would have liked.
The years have changed that. I no longer feel a need to complete with my brother. I enjoy being with him.
There are differences in our interests. He's into fishing and camping. I'm into motels and the meat department in the supermarket. In spite of these differences, we have more in common than I previously thought. I love to watch Donnie with his children and his grandchildren. He's a wonderful grandfather. He's a good man, and I'm grateful that he's my brother and my friend.

November 30, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 18 - Sister

Christmas is coming. I cannot think of Christmas without thinking of my Sister, Bonnie. She was a lot of fun when we were kids, but she was especially fun at Christmas time.
One year, I remember that we watched from the doorway as Santa placed all of the presents under the tree. As soon as Santa and his helpers had left, we waited about three minutes. We went into the room. We rearranged things the way we thought that Santa should have done it in the first place. We proceeded to wake up everyone in our household. We continued by calling all of the neighbors until every light in the neighborhood was on.
When I was a young GI in Colorado Springs, Bonnie gave me a special Christmas gift. She knew that I loved to paint and that I had a blossoming interest in ceramics. She gave me a greenware nativity set. I enjoyed preparing it. I enjoyed painting it, and for more than 35 years, that nativity set has been the centerpiece in our holiday celebration to remind us about the true meaning of Christmas.
I grateful for my sister for her thoughtfulness, her kindness, and for her love of Christmas.


November 29, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 17 - My Little Brother


Some say we look alike. There was a time in our lives that people kept mistaking each of us for the other. I have threatened to buy a cap that says "I am not Larry" and buy him a similar one that says "I am not Kent".
I enjoyed him and his family when they lived in Littleton. It was so fun to visit his home and see the things that he was doing to try and teach his children. He would put his arm around me and tell his children, "This is my Brother and I love him." I knew he meant it, and it motivates me to be better.
The picture above is of my little brother and I love him. He is a man of integrity. He works hard to meet the commitments he has made in his life. He made a commitment to write to his family, and for months and months he sent us a letter detailing the progress of his family. When he believes something to be true or right or worthwhile, he strives for it even though it is difficult or unpopular. I love my brother and would follow him anywhere. I am grateful for his example.

November 28, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 16 - My Grandchildren



Matthew was the first to come into our life. Because he was first, we got to know him quite well. Betty quit her job so that she could stay home and take care of him. It has been fun to watch him grow from infancy to manhood.

He is a wonderful young man. He's considerate and kind.


He's an artist and he's especially into Japanese art. He's looking forward to going to Japan with his school. If I struggle with my computer or with setting up my phone, I can rely on Matthew to help me figure things out.




Luke was born almost four years after Matthew. Matthew was so happy to have a little brother. They enjoy each other most of the time and I enjoy watching them interact.


Luke is a skate boarder. One time Luke came to spend a little time with us at our house. We took him to the skate board park to let him express himself. He took a good fall on his backside. I know it had to hurt, but he didn't complain even a little bit. We're proud of our Luke and love him a lot.




Aubrey was born about a month after Luke was born. Grandma had to run to the north to be there where she was born.



Aubrey loves to read and was really into the Bratz. I've always been amazed at the little tiny toys that Aubrey loves to play with.


Right now Aubrey is really into Dragons. She always has her nose in a book.

Ashleigh (Pictured above with her brother, Luke) is a rambunkshus second grader that keeps her mom and dad jumping. She likes PE. She doesn't have a boyfriend and doesn't want one. She loves to talk to her Daddy on the Cell Phone and to torment her Mom and brothers. Ashleigh really likes Spounge Bob Square Pants. Her best friend is Caylee, Johnna, Viviana, abutt She likes Jackson yellow teeth, he's older than her.



Hannah three months younger than Ashleigh. She's her daddy's sweetheart. It has been a while since we were with her. We went to the restaurant with her and her daddy. She was just so proper and well mannered.


I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she informed me that she did. Here daddy looked at her as if to say that she didn't when whe said, "He said to me Hey you pretty!!".
Aunt Andrea says she's a good swimmer. We don't see Hannah as much as we would like, but we love her very much.


Chloe is our youngest grandchild. She just had a birthday. Chloe is her momma's baby. They have a very close relationship.
Chloe has music in her blood. When she was just a baby, she couldn't walk yet, but she could pull herself up to the table and could wiggle her bottom in time with the music.
She loves the camera. You can point a camera anywhere in her house and she'll be in the picture.
She's the youngest martial artist in her class.
Each of my grandchildren is an individual. Each sees the world in their own way. It is a pleasure to interact with then. No man is poor who has grandchildren. I am grateful for each and every one of them.

November 27, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 15 - My Boy

Rob, wherever you are, I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving. I wish that you could be here with us. I tried calling you, but never was able to make contact with you.
I am grateful for the time we were able to spend together and pray that we can again soon.
I'm grateful for your creative way of viewing the world. I'll never forget the ingenious way you had of drying your wet Levis when our dryer was broken. I'll never see another ceiling fan without thinking of you.

November 26, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 14 - Daughters

I have two daughters. One was mine from birth and the other came into my life when I married her mother. I love them both and am very grateful that they are part of my life.
If I am down or discouraged, talking to one of them really can pick my spirits up. I love spending time with them.
Andrea will be coming tomorrow to spend Thanksgiving with us. Brenda will be at home in South Dakota. I'll be missing her.

November 25, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 13 - The Beauty of the earth

We all have seen a beautiful sunset or a beautiful sunrise. At those moments, it's easy to stand in awe of the beautiful colors and the dramatic contrasts between light and dark.

This evening was one of these evenings. The reds were beautiful and the black shadows of the trees against they sky were striking. I am grateful for the beauty of the earth.
The real challenge comes when the sky is not painted red, but is bleak and gray. It is difficult to recognize the beauty at times when crops are dry or wilting. We struggle to find beauty in blowing dust and sand. Whether we recognize it or there, it's there.
I grew up in the San Luis Valley. Sage brush and alkaline soil are abundant. Weeds grow freely. Even in that dry environment there is beauty, but one must look beyond the seemingly barren, arid landscape. Along the roads there are plants that I grew up calling Sego lilies. They were beautiful white flowers. Yuccas also have beautiful blossoms. The drifting sands of the dunes on the northeastern side of the valley have a special beauty of their own. I am grateful for the beauty of the earth to be found in unlikely places.

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 12 - Anticipation

The holiday season is a time that we all are full of anticipation. We are anxious for visits from family. We are eager for time off. We can't wait to see gifts and entertainment that the holiday season brings.
There are times when that anticipation becomes desparation. Will we be forgotten? Can we affort the holidays? Merchants have made a beautiful time of year into a financial burden for some people.
Tonight, I am feeling good feelings. I am looking forward to visiting with my family. Betty is scrambling around the house cleaning and arranging things so all will just perfect for the holidays. I know that it will be a pleasant day Thursday. I wish for you the fulfillment of your holiday desires.
I am grateful for the anticipation that spurs us on to doing the things we need to do to make others happy.

November 24, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 11 - Serenity

Alcoholics Anonymous has a prayer:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
As I thought about this simple prayer, I thought what it would mean in my life. One of the things I cannot change is the past. What was, was. No effort on my part can change it. I am grateful for the serenity I feel with that statement.
I can change how I behave today. I can make the most of each day. I can make more of an effort to say, Thank You, Sorry, and I love you when appropriate. I can keep my mouth closed when silence is best. I pray that I will know which is which.

November 23, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 10 - Erasers

Most pencils are made with an eraser on one end. It's an important part of the pencil. Frequently, it's worn and dirty, and often it's worn completely off. I am grateful for erasers.

With an eraser, I can make modifications to whatever I am creating. Those modifications can make the difference between a good creation and something that is not worth the effort.

There have been times in life when I needed an eraser. I did and said things that I wished that I could undo. I have made choices that I wished later that could unmake.

We have been provided with just an eraser on the pencil of our lives. We are able to make needed changes. That eraser is repentance. Jesus Christ came to the earth and paid the price for our sins. I am grateful for his gift to us that allows us to make changes in our lives.

November 22, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 9 - Health



Betty and I were discussing what we are thankful for today. The subject of health came up and I have to admit that I am very grateful for my health. Especially after the last couple of years.
A while back, I reached behind me in my pickup and a pain shot through my shoulder. It became difficult to reach behind me and I finally went to the Dr. Several tests concluded that I had torn my left rotator cuff and surgery was recommended. The surgery was completed and after a course of physical therapy, I again have full use of my left arm and shoulder.
I developed pneumonia and the Physician requested more diagnostic imaging. A dark spot was evident in the films. After a battery of tests, I was diagnosed with Cancer in my thyroid gland. The gland and other tissue was removed from my throat. The Dr. told us that the tumor was close to the vocal chord and that there was a possibility that I would lose my voice, and he reviewed the options that we would have to continue if that were to happen. It wasn't necessary, and gratefully it appears that the cancer is completely gone.
I started to have pain in my thumb and again headed off to the Dr. Another surgery was recommended to resolve a trigger finger, a condition caused by inflammation of the tendons in the hand. After the surgery and recovery, I have full use of my hand again.
This sounds like a list of things I am sharing for a bit of sympathy. That really isn't my purpose. Rather it is to express gratitude for the miracles of medicine and of faithful prayers offered by my family. All of the problems I had have been addressed and I am healthy. I can walk and talk and have full use of my arms and hands. The things that have happened recently have served to help me see just how precious health is and how important it is to safeguard it.

November 21, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 8 - Technology

I knew that Monday was going to be a bad day when I turned on my computer and tried to connect to the Internet. I opened my browser and got a white screen with a message that the page could not be found. I went to call support to get the problem fixed so that I could go to work and the phone was dead because my work phone relies on a connection to the world wide web. I pulled out my cell phone and called support. It sounded like my connection to India was not good so I hung up and called again. I finally got a good connection and made an appointment for that afternoon between one and three. The hours between the phone call at 6am and the appointment helped me see just how dependant I had become on having an Internet connection.
For the last five years I have been able to telecommute. I have the convenience of working in my home and still being as productive as if I were in my office. I'm able to attend a meeting with participants from three continents. Although I can't see the faces of the people in the meeting, I can look their pictures up in the corporate phone book on-line. Without a connection, I can't do these things.
Betty wanted to visit someone. She wasn't sure just where the address was. She came to her computer to look up the address on Map Quest. It's so easy to find directions. A friend showed me how to use Google Street view. We could even move to a map that showed a 3D image of the addresses. It's convenient and it's fun, but without a connection to the Web, I have to rely on the old fashioned methods.
Email is so quick. I can send a message to someone and have a response in minutes. Sometimes we see things that are funny or entertaining on YouTube. We can store our pictures and order prints from Walgreen's or some other store to pick up later in the day.
Several times a day, my sweetheart checks on our balances. We no longer have to pay postage to pay a bill. We don't have to buy a newspaper to catch up on the news or see what's playing at the movies. We can do it online as long as there's a connection.
I have really learned to enjoy staying in touch with family and friends through blogs. Since I opened a blog for my parent's family, there have been over 2,000 transactions. A year at a time had passed with fewer than 12 letters from family members before. I am getting to know family members in a way that I was not able to before. Will I lose touch with my family without an Internet connection?
I love genealogy or family history as it is now called. I remember a time when it took years to submit genealogy work. It now takes seconds as long as I have a link to my network.
For a week now, I have had a really good high speed connection. I'm grateful.

November 20, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 7 - Members of the Armed Forces

I am especially grateful this year for the Armed Forces. I am grateful for the families that support them. I am grateful for the privelege of living in this free country.

November 19, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 6 - Friends

Feelings run deep, emotions are strong
Returning to home for companionship I long.
In lonely places I grow so weary,
Evenings are dark and oh so dreary.
Needing encouragement or a pat on the back;
Dear friends come by to offer what I lack,
Sending my heart into peaceful joyous song.

November 18, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 5 - Anerner


I'll never forget that October day when my life was changed forever. I spent her first night at home alone considering all that it meant to be a Dad and having a daughter. I was glad to bring her and her mom home from the hospital.
Andi was my first child and I saw the world differently because she was mine. I remember going out and buying a little toy stove. It wasn't appropriate for an infant as it had little tiny pieces that Andi would not be able to handle for a long time, but I was thinking of my little girl and things that she would enjoy seeing and doing. Boy did I have some things to learn!
She used to sit and play in the flowerbeds. Actually, she was just playing in the dirt. She was handling it, wearing it, and devouring it and digesting it. She enjoyed the dirt as she does everything in life.
She had a little friend that couldn't say her name. When she said, "Andrea", it sounded more like Anerner. That worked for me and it became my pet name for her.
The hardest thing I ever did in my life was to watch her walk down to the end of the block and around the corner on her first day of kindergarten. I was later to get a job in the same school and was able to go to school with her and her brother and come home with them and to see the world through her eyes. I am grateful to my little sweetheart for her innocent view of the world. That would change.
Life isn't always easy. Mistakes I made in my life led to a divorce from Andi's mother and a separation from Andi. I missed those years that we might have had if we had continued to live in the same home together, but my love for her never wavered.
Andi came to live with me at the age of 16. I was so excited to have her in my life daily again. Andi's perspective had changed, and I too got to develop a new perspective.
My little Andi could be a challenge! I could always count on her to say the darndest things at the most inconvenient times! There have been times that she has tried my patience, but when I have been discouraged, she has lifted me up and encouraged me.
Life goes on. Andi has grown up and now has a family of her own. It's fun to watch her interact with and teach and love her children.

This year, Andi sent Betty a Mother's Day card with a picture of a girl with broccoli up her nose and she sent me a Fathers Day card telling me that of all the people who exasperated her, she loved me most. It's nice to know that you've been remembered and that you are loved. It's nice to be remembered with a little bit of humor.
Andi is so good at seeing herself with a bit of humor. She posted this picture of herself, and I love it. She's a beautiful girl, but doesn't take life too seriously.

I am looking forward to seeing her this Thanksgiving. I am so very grateful that she is part of my life and that I am part of hers.


November 17, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 4 - Family Home Evening

I have lots of memories of Family Home Evening. When we were kids, Mom tried hard to see that we had home evening each week. Dad wasn't so eager. Mom would prepare a lesson, an activity, and some refreshments. She would turn the TV off and say to Dad, "It's time for Home Evening."
He would respond with, "Well, get it over with!". In spite of the rocky beginnings, we did have some good lessons and activities. I had fun with the activities.
When Robert and Andrea were little, we tried to have home evening each week. We were rather hit and miss, but we enjoyed doing things together.
Once in a while, Betty and I have been were at younger brother, Larry's, home on Monday evenings. They were faithful at having a good home evening each week. I enjoyed watching how each of them had a part and did what they were assigned. They set a really good example for me.
Betty and I joined her Aunt Esther's family when we moved here and we had a home evening together. We both really enjoyed it. We rotated the assignments for prayer, the music, the lesson, the refreshments. We were faithful at doing it with them, but when they moved further south, it became to difficult to make the drive back and forth each week.
Betty and I are trying to have home evening with each other each week. We've been having a prayer, a short lesson, an activity and refreshments. I really have enjoyed playing games with Betty and sharing the desserts with her. We've had some really enjoyable evenings together, and we are stronger because of the conversations we've had with one another. I know that this is a good program and I'm grateful for it.
We are trying to get an "empty nester" group together after the first of the year. Hopefully we'll be better at having a quality evening each Monday night that way.

November 16, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 3 - My Ward Family

Today is Sunday. Today is the day that I get a break from the weekly routine of work and chores. Sunday is the day for me that I get my batteries charged for the coming week.

Today began early with Bishopric Meeting and PEC meeting. Leaders began the day discussing members of the ward and the things that need to be done to carry on the Lord's work in this ward. I enjoy these meetings because I see first hand the love that the local leaders have for each of the members of the ward. If this love is expressed for other members of the ward, I know that the same love is available to me and to my family.

Sacrament meeting today was exceptionally good. Talks were given about the importance of the family in the eternities. The Sunday School lesson that came next spoke of the covenant that God made with Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and us regarding our families and their purpose. Priesthood meeting followed with more instruction for the men. The messages were inspiring. The messages were well prepared and I felt a warm burning as I listened and learned. I left church today determined to be a better husband, father, son, and grandfather.

I always enjoy seeing the people here that I have grown to love. Sometimes we exchange a few words, but sometimes we exchange no more than a wink, a smile or a handshake. I draw strength from these exchanges with the members of my ward family. They help me be stronger, and hopefully, I can do the same for them. Together, we are stronger than any of us is individually.

November 15, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 2 - Parents



I like, Nephi of old, was born of goodly parents. They were two sweet people who set my feet squarely on the path of life and securely placed my hand on the iron rod. I am grateful to them for the love they have given me and for the faith they have had in me. I am grateful for those principals that are part of me because of them.

My father was not an educated man in his own estimation. He completed the eight grade formally and then completed his education in the school of experience. He was proud of his children as we got our diplomas. I am grateful for his encouragement to complete my college education.
Dad taught me to love the mountains from whence he came. He grew up in the mountains near Fox Creek Colorado. As a boy, he loved to hunt and fish. I didn't inherit his skills of hunting and fishing, but I did learn from him to love the mountains. I am grateful for the the ability to find beauty in God's creations.

When Donnie went on his mission, I was given the opportunity to work in the service station with my Dad and my brother, Larry. I loved those years. They gave me the chance to see a wonderful side of Dad.

In my last conversation with him before he passed away, he was helping me through one of the tough times between my wife and I. He told me he didn't always know the answers, but he told me he wanted me to be happy. He told me of his lack of confidence in himself, of his desire to see me make the right choices in life and of his love for my Mother. When I looked at my Dad, I saw a man who did his very best to provide for his family and to love them. I saw a man whose example I wanted to follow. I am grateful for his love for my siblings, for me and for my mother.

My Mom has always been my friend. She has worked hard at helping me develop my testimony of the Gospel. She has always worked hard at being a good example. I am grateful for her example.

She has sacrificed to give me what I needed spiritually, physically, and emotionally. I'll never forget the lesson that she gave me about the Ode on the Grecian Urn. I always get a warm feeling when I think about the year that she cut her winter coat into pieces to make me a warm winter coat. I will always be grateful for the year that she came to live with me in Colorado Springs. She, Betty and I were like the three musketeers.
Mom continues to be a dear friend to me. She still lives her live in an examplary manner. I am grateful to her for that.
I am grateful for the anticipation of being together with my parents again. That makes the hard times easier and the good times more rewarding. I am grateful for good parents.


November 14, 2008

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day one - My sweetheart

This month is November, the traditional month in our country for Thanksgiving. On one of the blogs that I have been reading regularly, someone is doing 30 days of gratitude and has challenged her readers to do the same. I would like to take that challenge.

On the top of my list is my sweetheart. I fell in love with her as soon as I saw her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. She had paint in her hair and a red flannel shirt that had a torn pocket. I knew from the minute that I met her that she was someone special.


Our first date was one that I'll never forget. That day, we took in a big band bash at the Broadmoor. We drove to Buena Vista and took a rafting trip down the Arkansas river. We enjoyed a long drive back to the Springs afterwards. We were so tired that we had to take a nap along the side of the road. I love her for the memories.
Betty believed in me at a time in my life that I really needed someone to believe in me. That belief has been so strong that I have found myself wanting to be a better man. I have wanted to be worthy of her love. I love her for making me a better man.
When my children came to live with us, it wasn't always easy. She opened her arms to them and extended her heart. I love her for that. I believe that they do too. We had fun growing together. I love her for her support.
When my job took me away from Betty's home and family, she came with me willingly. Together, we made new friends and started anew. I love her companionship.
As her Mother passed away and her Dad was alone, she wanted to come home and support her Dad. I love her for her selflesness.
Betty is a primary teacher. She loves her students. The ones that she is teaching now, and the ones that she taught decades ago still hold a special place in her heat. She puts her energy and creativity into each lesson. I love her for her talents.
She is true to her beliefs. It isn't always easy or convenient, but she is as true as the northern star. I love her for her faith.
Betty's laugh begins from her toes and wriggle its way to her crown. She loves a joke or a funny story. Her grandchildren's stories of discovering the world around her tickle her senses and dance in the twinkle of her eyes. I love her sense of humor.
Betty is a good friend. She is a good friend to the friends in her Old Hen's Club, she is a good friend to her neighborhood friends and she is a good friend to me. I love her for her loyalty.
Each day with Betty is a new experience. Each sunrise is greeted with anticipation and each sunset is appreciated in awe. I love sharing my life with Betty.