It was a busy, noisy Thanksgiving, 2017.
Although Michael wasn't here on "the day" he came the weekend before to attend the wedding of his good friend Derek Smith who lost his wife a few years ago in an ATV accident leaving him a single father of 4. Michael brought along his sidekicks Lilly and Laura. Jessica and the older kids stayed home because she had a concert to perform. It was a quick trip but such a pleasure to have our son and grandkids in our home.
Kelly, Gary, his son Brian and wife Miriah and their two kids arrived on Wednesday evening. Kelly came completely prepared to take over cooking this biggest dinner of the year. Selwin and Brianna, Simeon and Steph joined us for lots of good food, laughter and high-volume chit chat. It was a lovely day.
On Friday, in an effort to keep people happy and energized, I loaded them in the car and took them on a "mystery trip" to the Family Search library. At the front door, Gary told me he knew very little about most of his family ... didn't even know the name of one of his grandmothers. When he repeated this to the missionary at the front desk, the man suggested he set up an account to see if there was any information.
A little aside ... Gary's grandmother, I am told, crossed the plains with Brigham Young and the early church pioneers to Salt Lake City - the second largest "exodus" in world history. Soon after they arrived, his grandmother - as the story goes - got her feelings hurt and as such left the Church and took all of her posterity with her ... or at least Gary thought!
Gary set up an account and then we left for other destinations. When we got home at about 5 p.m. Gary queried whether he could access his Family Search account from his own computer or had to go back to the library to do so.
Then the miracle occurred. Gary got back into his account and began putting in names he knew which resulted in generations of his family popping up! By 11:30 p.m., only Gary and I were still awake ... and he had traced 5 family lines back to the mid-1500's. It was an astounding experience for both of us.
A MESSAGE FROM YOUR MOM: Every choice you make is leading to your future. You'll know you're heading in the right direction if you have a FICO score over 640 and a current temple recommend!!! In terms of your health, SITTING is the new smoking …. and IF YOU WOULDN'T SAY IT FROM THE PULPIT AT CHURCH, YOU SHOULDN'T SAY IT ANYWHERE!
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Our Trip to Branson
On our third
trip to Branson, MO, we enjoyed the company of Tom and Merna Summers (Tom and
Ed went to school together in Ririe, ID) and Bob and Katie Beecher (they took
our place as missionaries in Guyana, South America) in our 3-bedroom condo.
Branson’s
population is approximately 10,500 fulltime citizens with more than 14,000,000
visitors annually.
During the
week of November 4-11, we enjoyed seven Branson shows: Maxine’s Christmas, a
Hallmark sponsored spoof on “A Christmas Carol”; The Lettermen (wow, so good
even with only one of the original singers); Texas Tenors (they came in 4th in the 8th season of America’s Got Talent … and
fantastic); Pierce Arrow, a comedy /musical group – very fun; The Miracle of
Christmas at The Sight and Sound Theater (very well done and with amazing
costumes); Six, (brothers of the same number singing and dancing in Osmond-esque
style); and the Haygoods, with incredible music, amazing special effects and a
talented family of five brothers and one sister celebrating 25 years of
entertaining in Branson.
We also
enjoyed a few side trips to Shepherd of the Hills; the Henning Conservation
Area, Branson Landing for the obligatory shopping and strolling …. lots of
eating out, getting lost at least once a day and a few raucous hands of Phase
Ten.
The high
point of the week was a day spent at Top of the Rock where we rode golf carts
through 2.5 miles of spectacular Ozark country. We saw Amish bridges, amazing
waterfalls created out of the Ozark’s signature large, flat, tiered table rocks. We watched the excavation of a sink
hole near the golf course while enjoying our lunch in Arnie’s Barn (the
original 150-year old structure moved from Arnold Palmer’s hometown of Latrobe,
PA). This fun day also
included time spent in the site’s Natural History Museum, including prehistoric
dioramas, expansive exhibits from the Civil War and the American West, and one
of the most significant collections of Native American artifacts ever assembled. This is the lifelong work of Johnny
Morris, owner of Pro Bass Shops / Cabela’s … in short, David’s boss. It was an
incredible day … just not long enough.
Of course,
nothing ever runs exactly as planned … there are almost certain to be some
glitches along the way and this trip was no exception. We bought roundtrip
airfare with American Airlines in May. Our
trip to Branson was flawless, but the day after our arrival, we were notified
our return flight had been cancelled so we were handed over to Delta Airlines
where we were put on standby. We
left Branson at 7 a.m. heading for the Kansas City Airport … and arrived safely
back in St. George at midnight!!! What
a day.
The week was wonderful – made more so in the company of good friends - but our 7 days in Branson went by entirely too fast. Can’t wait to visit Branson again sometime soon because according to a quote from an old-time resident, “When God looked upon th’ work of his hands and called ‘hit good, he war sure a-lookin’ at this here Ozark country.”
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