OH GIVE ME A HOME, WHERE THE........

Everybody now....
Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam.
Where the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

A couple of weeks ago your Uncle Ray and Ryan joined a buffalo round-up on Antelope Island out in the Great Salt Lake. I've taken the liberty of posting some of the pictures that Valerie shared on Facebook of their experience.
No one experiences life to the fullest better than my brother Ray.
Enjoy......

Uncle Ray:


Ryan:


Watering the horses:

Ryan:

Are you still humming?????

My personal favorite:

Ryan:

Uncle Ray:

Cowboy wisdom Or at least things you need to think about.
1) Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
2) Don't never whittle towards you and never spit against the wind.

3) There's two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither one works.

4) Letting the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier 'n putting it back in.

5) If you're ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.

6) If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else's dog around.

7) A mountain lion felt so good after eating an entire bull he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him........... The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

8) Don't squat with your spurs on.

9) Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.

10) If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

11) It don't take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep.

12) Always drink upstream from the herd.

13) The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.

14) There are three kinds of cowboys: The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. And the rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.

Oh, How I Love Being a Grandma

The greatest poem ever known

Is one all poets have outgrown:

The poetry, innate, untold,

Of being only four years old.

~Christopher Morley

Yesterday evening I was witness to one of the most magical moments in a child's life. Magical not so much for the child, at least not to their conscious awareness but magical for the one privileged to witness it.

Grace came downstairs to spend a few minutes with me prior to getting ready for bed. The first while was spent roaming around on the floor in the demeanor of "Nala" her favorite lioness from the movie "The Lion King." After a short conversation of primordial roars between the two of us she became tired of the role playing and crawled up into my lap.

She reached for one of the books that I keep next to my chair for just such an occasion and we began to flip through the pages, stopping here and there to comment on the different stories we had become familiar with. I read a line or two then became quiet as I realized Grace was sounding out the words. We took turns doing a word here and there then turned to a fresh page. Without saying anything I just pointed to the words as she proceeded to slowly but very clearly read the next two pages.

This experience is more precious than gold.

Thank you Grace.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder

Almost without exception, I wake up each morning thinking about the incredible family that I've been blessed with. If I were to stay on my knees long enough to enumerate my list of blessings from our Heavenly Father, I would never again find the time to stand up. Following are just a few random photos of those gifts. In no way does this constitute even the smallest fraction of what nurtures this mother's soul, but represents only the tip of the iceberg.

April and Brad

Eli


McKenna


Jenness


Sierra

Grace

Albert

Dennis and Tawny

Myles

Take a minute to count your blessing, it just might change your entire day!

FIDES, FAMILIA, et VERITAS Torrey '09

Faith, Family, and Truth

We've been home from our Torrey Reunion for over a week now. I knew it would be over far too fast! The scenery was beyond beautiful, the wind annoying, the food yummy, the company delightful, and now the memories are treasured. I think the final count in attendance was 33. Greatly missed was our, one and only, Robert. His unexpected absence was felt by everyone.
The first two mornings began with cooking of the traditional SCONES. Oh, those heavenly taste treats slathered with honey-butter. Then the activities of the day would unfold. I loved watching the children and teens run here, there, and everywhere. One moment they're on the see-saw, or swinging, then the lure of the swimming pool overtakes them and swim suits, beach towels, and suntan lotion appear as if by magic. Groups came and went on hikes, scenic drives, tips to the soda shop/malt shop in town, or just a quick visit to the country store for more ice. A huge THANK YOU to Uncle Steve for keeping the supply of firewood topped off. Much appreciated by everyone were the tasty meals conjured up by the evenings designated cooks. Food is a most important element to every family gathering, and once again we were not disappointed. Kudos to Aunt Nan for providing the novelty item of the event, headlamps for all of the kiddos. Every evening they looked like "fire flies" out on the grass area. And can I tell you how grateful I am that no little ones were hurt this year. We were blessed with 4 days of nothing more than an insignificant scrap or "boo boo".

Here is Heather working on lunch for the masses.


Jane, sporting the ever so fashionable "headlamp".


Just a small group of the adults hang'n out.


Quite possibly my favorite activity of the entire 4 days. Heather and Sri directed the efforts to construct a quilt. Watching everyone with their needles and long strands of yarn, working together to complete the much coveted comforter, was very satisfying. When all the work was done, McKenna Kline was the lucky one to take it home.


Even the guys got envolved and made a significant contribution.

Grace enjoyed a sucker while laying in the shade under the quilt.

McKenna found the shade irrestible too.

Sierra is an old hand at tying a quilt.

Gracie relaxing on her dad's lap at the end of the day. Relaxing was the name of the game!

Good things come to those who bait. ~Author Unknown

I am blessed with two extraordinary brothers, William (Bill) and Ray. I don't think that I've ever told them, but I think they are just near perfect. Seeing these photos made me realize that I've never thought of them as "little boys". They've always been these two very tall, very handsome, extremely smart men that could do anything, that I just took for granted. Didn't everyone have these types of male God like persons in their life? It's one of those "oh my gosh" moments that I've had during my life time, when I realized just how lucky I was.

These pictures were taken in Long Beach CA.

Do you know why grandchildren are always so full of energy? They suck it out of their grandparents. ~Gene Perret

Hello, no I haven't dropped off the face of the earth, just doing other things. Actually I've been a little grumpy the last couple of weeks, just ask my poor husband. He has been a trooper the last little bit while I've been doing the "oh, poor me", "I hate my life", "nothings quite good enough"....etc. routine. I keep telling him that he would be well within his rights to boot me out the door and say "Good Riddn's". But, as he's done for the last 30 plus years, he just smiles, gives me a hug, asks if I need anything, then goes his merry way singing or humming his way through the day. He truly has earned himself a spot in heaven for all that I've made him endure.

Anyway, about this picture:
The photo is of my Grandmother Afton Child Heywood (left) and one of her brother's and sister's. I think the picture itself is great, but look closely at the top of the pic and you'll see that it was taken at the Lagoon (the Utah amusement park, equivalent to maybe California's Magic Mountain.) The notation on the bottom of the pic states it was taken in 1912. All of this information just makes me smile, not really sure why, but it just does.

How do people make it through life without a sister? ~Sara Corpening

Happy Wednesday Everyone

Last Thursday I spent the entire day at Nan and Steve's house. It was an especially satisfying day, three specific things made it so. First of all enjoying the company of two of the very best people on earth, second savoring the fresh air and incredible beauty of their fanciful backyard, and third working on genealogy including perusing boxes full of pictures and old documents. Nan had been going through some of the boxes earlier and had assembled a number of items for me to keep. I've scanned just two of the pictures so far and wanted to share them with you.

This picture is of my two mother's:

Jenness Mary Heywood Conner (older sister) and

Evelyn Afton Heywood Bean (younger sister)

This picture is of my Great Grandparents:

Henry Harrison Child and his wife on their

wedding day in 1879