Sunday, November 23, 2008
Macy drew a picture of herself, her sister, and her grandma .... now let me analyze this...they both have skinny waists...well proportioned facial features and they look sweetly happy. Now for me .... hummm ..... shaped like a tall box, bigger at the waist, muscly shoulders, confused look on my face, arms raised to block incoming, and a large goiter on my neck. I'm no beauty, but at least they put me in their picture.... yes.. I LOVE this picture! 
Friday, November 21, 2008
Good Music
Last night I did something I haven't done for ages...I bought a CD...David Archuleta. I read a review that was very positive, and I'm always looking for good music for the classroom during passing time, so I bought it. I LOVE IT! I told the students that I would play the music softly as they took their Friday vocabulary test...I did it for all 4 classes...and it worked like a tonic. They were SO quiet, not wanting to miss a word, and also worked hard on their test. Good to have nice music with positive theme and from such a good role model. There is so much horrid stuff out there... I especially like Take My Hand (#2)..about seeing a girl in the audience, and not wanting his song to end because he would never see her again... very sweet. This CD went over just about as well as last month ---when I put up a huge EDWARD (Twilight) poster on my classroom door. It was hard to get into the room, with all those swooned girls' bodies to step over.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
1960's
This was the gathering at Henry and Violet's 50th Wedding anniversary... quoting my cousin... the everclever Debra Barlow, "To think I came from such common stock"....
Henry Call's Clan--They're all Gone
My father's dad is Henry Call, The middle man in the front--the one with the great big wonderful Call grin...just like my dad has. These are his 9 siblings & wives.
Ladies in my Line
Anne Call House 1954 Melissa House Fowler 1978
Olive Harbertson Donaldson 1892 Lorene Donaldson Call 1922
Eliza Tunks Parry 1824 Eliza Jane Parry Harbertson 1859
Olive Harbertson Donaldson 1892 Lorene Donaldson Call 1922
Eliza Tunks Parry 1824 Eliza Jane Parry Harbertson 1859
Parry Clan
This is Joseph Parry, in front, with his wife and 12 children. My great grandmother Eliza Jane Harbertson is on the left of him. He crossed the plains in a handcart with his wife, Eliza Tunks Parry and baby. They settled in Ogden in 1852 and he became a founding father. Eliza
Tunks Parry died in in childbirth a few years later .... then he married Olive Stone (older woman on right).
Joseph Harbertson
This is Joseph Harbertson, my mother's 'Old English Grandfather' as she used to call him. I love this photo. I have it in a gold filigree frame on the mantle. He was an Ogden City policeman for 15 years in the 1890s. He had nine children, one of them being my Grandma Olive Donaldson. My brother Dayton owns his original gun from this time period. In the archives, there are great stories of Officer Joe Harbertson apprehending criminals on 25th Street (a wild street near the railroad). He earned a good salary, but on top of that, he got a bonus of 3 dollars every time he booked a criminal. He built a house for each of his children .... on Kiesel, 18th, 17th and Parry Streets. Those houses are being torn down now to make way for urban development.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Book Club last night
Sorry, couldn't get the underline off, or the captions to match up...
Dear Ladies of the Book Club,
Next Book: Bring your favorite Christmas picture book to share at Kay Day’s house, 1860 Shoshone Dr., on Thursday, Dec. 11th at 7:00 pm.
If you couldn’t make it this time…come next! Just a recap of our book club meeting tonight …on the Pulitzer Prize winning book by Elie Wiesel, NIGHT: It was worthwhile and enjoyable…dark and disturbing … but the discussion was heartfelt …. We hunkered down in Rachel Florence’s basement…each person had so much to add ….and then Rachel brought out pumpkin cake and ice cream … unmm yummers.
…at times we drifted into the topical subject of California’s Prop 8 and the series of temple protests and chapel vandalism… of being prepared and following the prophet… but agreed the attacks on our faith was not even close to what happened during the Holocaust.
BOOK OVERVIEW: This book was a first-hand account of Elie Wiesel’s life in the Nazi concentration camps as a Romanian Jew, age 14. Written in a blunt matter-of-fact-style, but still hauntingly told. His survival and escape from death was miraculous. Here are some pictures I’ve found:
Above…Sighet, Romania His village was emptied in an orderly fashion by the Nazis
Insightful quotes from Elie Wiesel:
“…to remain silent and indifferent is the greatest sin of all..."
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference." — Elie Wiesel
“"We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim.
— Elie Wiesel
"Then came the march past the victims. The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing... And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes. And we were forced to look at him at close range. He was still alive when I passed him. His tongue was still red, his eyes not yet extinguished. Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where--hanging here from this gallows..." "'Bite your lip, little brother....Keep your anger and hatred for another day, for later on. The day will come, but not now....Wait. Grit your teeth and wait....That night, the soup tasted of corpses."" — Elie Wiesel (Night)
Above….Elie Wiesel is in the second row from the bottom, 7th man from the left, looking at the camera, head next to the support.
"One person of integrity can make a difference."
"Only the guilty are guilty. Their children are not." — Elie Wiesel
"To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time." — Elie Wiesel (Night)
"I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time." "'Men to the left! Women to the right!'"
"Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight short, simple words. Yet that was the moment when I parted from my mother
"'Do you see that chimney over there? See it? Do you see those flames? (Yes, we did see the flames.) Over there-that's where you're going to be taken. That's your grave, over there.'"
"'The yellow star? Oh well, what of it? You don't die of it....
The Wiesel family, the three on the right
A terrible thought crossed my mind: What if he had wanted to be rid of his father? He had felt his father growing weaker…had thought…to free himself of a burden that could diminish his own change for survival. It was good that I had forgotten all that.”
“One day when we had come to a stop, a worker took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it into a wagon. There was a stampede. Dozens of starving men fought desperately over a few crumbs. The worker watched the spectacle with great interest.”
“On my return from the bread distribution, I found my father crying like a child.”
“Listen to me, kid. Don’t forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even your father. In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone.”
“I remained in Buchenwald until April 11. I shall not describe my life during that period. It no longer mattered. Since my father’s death, nothing mattered to me anymore
“I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I was out of tears. And deep inside me, if I could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience, I might have found something like: Free at last!” (112)
“Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. That’s all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.” (115)
“From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.”
Dear Ladies of the Book Club,
Next Book: Bring your favorite Christmas picture book to share at Kay Day’s house, 1860 Shoshone Dr., on Thursday, Dec. 11th at 7:00 pm.
If you couldn’t make it this time…come next! Just a recap of our book club meeting tonight …on the Pulitzer Prize winning book by Elie Wiesel, NIGHT: It was worthwhile and enjoyable…dark and disturbing … but the discussion was heartfelt …. We hunkered down in Rachel Florence’s basement…each person had so much to add ….and then Rachel brought out pumpkin cake and ice cream … unmm yummers.
…at times we drifted into the topical subject of California’s Prop 8 and the series of temple protests and chapel vandalism… of being prepared and following the prophet… but agreed the attacks on our faith was not even close to what happened during the Holocaust.
BOOK OVERVIEW: This book was a first-hand account of Elie Wiesel’s life in the Nazi concentration camps as a Romanian Jew, age 14. Written in a blunt matter-of-fact-style, but still hauntingly told. His survival and escape from death was miraculous. Here are some pictures I’ve found:
Above…Sighet, Romania His village was emptied in an orderly fashion by the Nazis
Insightful quotes from Elie Wiesel:
“…to remain silent and indifferent is the greatest sin of all..."
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference." — Elie Wiesel
“"We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim.
— Elie Wiesel
"Then came the march past the victims. The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing... And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes. And we were forced to look at him at close range. He was still alive when I passed him. His tongue was still red, his eyes not yet extinguished. Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where--hanging here from this gallows..." "'Bite your lip, little brother....Keep your anger and hatred for another day, for later on. The day will come, but not now....Wait. Grit your teeth and wait....That night, the soup tasted of corpses."" — Elie Wiesel (Night)
Above….Elie Wiesel is in the second row from the bottom, 7th man from the left, looking at the camera, head next to the support.
"One person of integrity can make a difference."
"Only the guilty are guilty. Their children are not." — Elie Wiesel
"To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time." — Elie Wiesel (Night)
"I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time." "'Men to the left! Women to the right!'"
"Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight short, simple words. Yet that was the moment when I parted from my mother
"'Do you see that chimney over there? See it? Do you see those flames? (Yes, we did see the flames.) Over there-that's where you're going to be taken. That's your grave, over there.'"
"'The yellow star? Oh well, what of it? You don't die of it....
The Wiesel family, the three on the right
A terrible thought crossed my mind: What if he had wanted to be rid of his father? He had felt his father growing weaker…had thought…to free himself of a burden that could diminish his own change for survival. It was good that I had forgotten all that.”
“One day when we had come to a stop, a worker took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it into a wagon. There was a stampede. Dozens of starving men fought desperately over a few crumbs. The worker watched the spectacle with great interest.”
“On my return from the bread distribution, I found my father crying like a child.”
“Listen to me, kid. Don’t forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even your father. In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone.”
“I remained in Buchenwald until April 11. I shall not describe my life during that period. It no longer mattered. Since my father’s death, nothing mattered to me anymore
“I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I was out of tears. And deep inside me, if I could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience, I might have found something like: Free at last!” (112)
“Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. That’s all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.” (115)
“From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.”
Thursday, November 13, 2008
We will miss them
This is the former bishopric of the Shadow Mountain Ward. For 6 years they guided the ward...and wonderful men they are..Bishop Joel Porter is in the middle, Bro. Tribe is on the left, and Bro. Kunz is on the right. The first introduction of Bishop Porter to our family was in
February, 2003. We had just move in Ogden, and he and his counselors
came over for a visit. I was impressed that we had only been there a
few days and they were there already. I remember asking him how long
he had been the Bishop, and he said that he had been called for only
only a few months. After telling us what a wonderful, strong and
faithful ward we were in, I remember he said, "I don't know why they
called me....maybe because everyone else had already been a bishop."
In his humble and self-deprecating way, he let us know he was there to
serve.
The best qualities about Bishop Porter are: tremendous
kindness, and a humility that doesn't make one feel uncomfortable, and
his cheerfulness -- whether at the pulpit in front of hundreds, or in
the hallway alone. I was able to see him at church, as a neighbor, at
sporting practices and events. He always made me proud that he was
ours.
February, 2003. We had just move in Ogden, and he and his counselors
came over for a visit. I was impressed that we had only been there a
few days and they were there already. I remember asking him how long
he had been the Bishop, and he said that he had been called for only
only a few months. After telling us what a wonderful, strong and
faithful ward we were in, I remember he said, "I don't know why they
called me....maybe because everyone else had already been a bishop."
In his humble and self-deprecating way, he let us know he was there to
serve.
The best qualities about Bishop Porter are: tremendous
kindness, and a humility that doesn't make one feel uncomfortable, and
his cheerfulness -- whether at the pulpit in front of hundreds, or in
the hallway alone. I was able to see him at church, as a neighbor, at
sporting practices and events. He always made me proud that he was
ours.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Brad and the Fish
This is my brother, Brad... the one with the hat. I took this photo about ten years ago at Dayton's beach house at Dillon Beach....what a great trip. I remember Brad and I about got trapped on a huge rock as the tide rolled in... quicker than we had planned... but we made a run for it inbetween crashing waves... afterward, Brad caught this fish and they both posed and smiled for the photographer.
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Friday, November 7, 2008
What is she thinking?
Macy looks like she swallowed a secret.
Brad didn't catch this little fish...looks like Steve caught him! The Cash Fish.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Shadow Mountain Ward Bishopric
The first month has come and gone, and it's true what they say...I hardly ever see my husband.... The first week he was gone 5 of the 7 nights of the week....and Sundays..forget planning for dinner!
And the phone calls...OH ... THE PHONE CALLS! It rang about 8 times tonight..and they don't realize that Gary is used to being ASLEEP at 9:00 pm.....I'm more than happy to take messages. I don't ask about the calls, and I don't want to know... The best part so far has been the sweet notes and baked bread and goodies that keep showing at our doorstep.
The taller man on Gary's right is the 1st counselor Bro. Barry Daniels. He is a businessman...6 kids..darling family.
The man on his left is the 2nd counselor Bro. Mark Sheffield, a neonatalogist (premature baby doc) .... also has 6 kids and a sweet, younger family.
I imagine blessings will come as he serves the people of our ward....Sis. Porter, the last bishop's wife (and did it PERFECTLY....can't take her place!) said to 'enjoy the ride in the passenger seat' for the next five years.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Holy Bones, Batman!
I think this is the Halloween outfit I bought Christian 16 years ago..and now it's on its 4th victim. Cutie Pie Boy.
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