Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Woodruff is a tiny blip in the highway going to the thriving metropolis of Holbrook, Arizona and not far from Snowflake.
The ride up from Mesa took us through the beautiful Mogollon (say Muggy-on) Rim country that Zane Grey wrote about, after early December winter storms.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
For my sweet baby Emily
March 14, 1990 – November 10, 2009
How do I,Get through the night without you?If I had to live without you,What kind of life would that be?Oh, II need you in my arms, need you to hold,You're my world, my heart, my soul,If you ever leave,Baby you would take away everything good in my life,And tell me nowHow do I live without you?I want to know,How do I breathe without you?If you ever go,How do I ever, ever survive?How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?Without you,There'd be no sun in my sky,There would be no love in my life,There'd be no world left for me.And I,Baby I don't know what I would do,I'd be lost if I lost you,If you ever leave,Baby you would take away everything real in my life,And tell me now,How do I live without you?I want to know,
How do I breathe without you?If you ever go,How do I ever, ever survive?How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?Please tell me baby,How do I go on?If you ever leave,Baby you would take away everything,I need you with me,Baby don't you know that you're everything,Real in my life?And tell me now,How do I live without you,I want to know,How do I breathe without you?If you ever go,How do I ever, ever survive?How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?How do I live without you?How do I live without you baby?
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Here are pictures of our latest Whittier Community Theatre production, "It's a Wonderful Life"! Above you see Veronique Warner and Peter Miller who play our Mary Hatch and George Bailey. To the right of this box is... yup, you guessed it - me - dressed as Mrs. Bailey, George's mom.
Tickets are now on sale through http://www.goldstar.com/ website or get them at the boxoffice.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
My mom is second from the right on the top row. Her younger sister, my Tante Lillemor, is the fourth from the right on the top row. Third from the left on the top row is their friend Astrid who now lives in Washington State and who kindly passed along the copy of this photo to my brother this summer.
I'm guessing this was taken somewhere around 1939, which would make her about 14 years old. It was the same year Nazi Germany invaded her country. Thursday, September 17th, is Mom's birthday. She would have been 84 this year. Still miss you, Mom!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
My Niece Linnea gives Christian a piggy back ride through the Magic Kingdom while Nils (left) and Anders (center) look on.
Friday, August 14, 2009
I'm a Great-Aunt!
Fred has his Scandinavian name and his Chinese name, so he's good to go in our crazy, international family.
Here I am with my grandmother, Kirsti, and my mom, Holly, fussing over me.
Here is the proud Papa Daniel with his little Freddy. Fred had some breathing problems when he first came into the world, but seems to be doing fine, now. We're all looking forward to getting to know him. Can't wait until he comes to visit his Auntie M and I can take him to Disneyland! Okay, I guess I have a few years to wait...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Our open-house tickets were for 4:50 p.m. We left Durango, Colorado at 7:15 a.m., excited to just get out of town. The trip was uneventful and we stopped at the natural arch on the highway this side of Moab.
I drove up. The trip was uneventful until we got up on Soldier’s Summit. They have been doing quite a bit of highway reconstruction going down. There are more four-lanes here and there and I imagine it will all connect one day. The mountains all around were snowcapped, the weather cloudy and starting to rain so everything was beautifully vibrant.
We drove into Provo and up around BYU, the MTC, Temple and up on the hill above the temple so they could see the view of Utah Lake. I had to drive them by that huge house with the immense front grounds and driveway off University Dr. at 3400 N. Then on to Sandy, UT.
Kirk and Madelyn’s room was on the west side looking across the freeway (which was about a block away) towards the Copper Mine and also the South Jordan Temple. I was on the east side and looked out at the snow-capped mountains and southward I could see the new Draper Temple. Beautiful views for all.
As we drove into the parking lot the rain stopped! Heavenly Father granted our prayers.
We entered the Temple into a long, high-ceilinged hall with a huge crystal chandelier. It went from east to west the entire length of building. So there are really two entrances. And from the center of the hall a staircase went up to the second-floor balcony to the east and one to the west. The staircases were very long and straight. Beautiful.
It was a little hectic going through the building. A lot of children, so there was a certain noise level. And yet Kirk said he wanted to stay and just sit when we were in one of the two sealing rooms and as he felt so peaceful. He wondered if there was a room where he could come and just pray and meditate. I said after you are baptized you can come and stay as long as you want.
The Baptistry was beautiful. The ordinance rooms were beautiful. The first rooms (2 rooms of ordinance rooms, sealing rooms) had the beautiful wall murals around the entire room. Kirk noticed the sloping floor as a person assended during the sessions. I explained why.
Outside the Celestial Room there hangs a picture of the Savior on one wall. Across the hall from the Savior is a frosted glass that you really can’t see through. It is fluted as well if I remember correctly. On each end of the glass are clear glass bubbles that go up the height of the glass. They are spaced several inches apart. Standing back you don’t see anything unusual but as you get closer to them you see the Savior perfectly reflected in each little bubble. I think the bubbles are about 3 inches high. A wonderful surprise. A little miracle.
Then out to the south of the temple into the white reception tent for refreshments. Cookies and bottled water. [Jay and Kirsti will have been serving this stuff all day long today!] It was almost like out of an Arabian nights movie. All carpeted.
Our hotel was wonderful. The rooms had just been remodeled and everything was beautiful and brand new. Spacious rooms. Big pool. They didn’t serve a continental breakfast so we went up to JB’s right west of Temple Square for their breakfast buffet which was really good.
I had a view of the gorgeous snow-capped mountains and the Draper Temple out my window. Kirk and Madelyn were on the other side of the building and looked out across the freeway to the copper mine and also could see the South Jordan Temple.
The lightning strike on the statue of Moroni Sunday must have been something else. [The apparent lightening strike blackened in one whole side of the statue last week. They ran an article in the Deseret News about it with a picture. Some local residents have suggested it remain as a tribute to our new president, which is kinda sweet in a very odd way.]
Sunday, June 14th: Sunday morning we got up and drove to Salt Lake City to attend the Mormon Tabernacle Choir weekly broadcast. There were 4000 in attendance. The Choir’s guest was the Texas Children’s Choir of Texas who were excellent. We sat on the front row of the balcony on the north side up by the choir. Perfect seats as we could watch the fingers of the piano accompanists for the Children’s Choir.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
My nephew Daniel and his wife Holly have been posting silly messages on Facebook about the baby coming. [They just found out they're having a little boy on August 13th]
Well, I wondered what Holly had written in Chinese, so I copy the Chinese characters, paste them into a Word document and print it out.
I give the paper to Mike Miao, one of our engineers from mainland China. He starts slowly translating into English… “I can’t believe that you are going to be…” here he starts stumbling and looks up at me with an odd expression, “my ... baby’s father?”
I suddenly realize how insane that probably sounds to him coming from a woman he works with!
I hurriedly explain that it’s not personal! It's from my niece in law to my nephew and they are expecting their first child.
Then I go into my office and laugh myself silly.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My great grandmother, Margrethe Hansen was about 17 when she was forced to leave her home of Bornholm, Denmark.
A convert to Mormonism, she faced ostracism by her family and persecution from her Lutheran neighbors.
Becoming an indentured servant, she got the money needed to immigrate to America. It was in the 1870s and a long way to go for a young woman traveling alone.
In Utah she met Nils Evensen, a handsome young convert to the church from Ringsaker, Norway. They evenutally married and moved to Colorado.
It is a long way from the green island in the Baltic ocean to the Red Mesa of Kline, Colorado. I've often admired my great grandmother for her courage. My father said Margrethe loved visits from her grand-children and would encourage them to stay, plying them with cookies and saying, in her broken, heavily accented, English, "Plenty time! Plenty time!"