Sealing Time

Doug and I were able to do temple sealings on Friday night--what a great experience! There were some Dutch and French names. My personal favorites were "Rip" Philpott and A. Burdon. Well, actually it was Ann Burdon, but you see what I mean.

Spooky

Rissa carved up this creation for the front porch. Eerie, don't you think?

Spa Day

Here's the parafin treatment in progress at the spa. The result was very soft hands for both the ladies. (Dad did not participate.)

Great Grampa Jones

I found this old photo of Great Grampa Jones. He was a sheep rancher down in Panguich. As you can see he lived to a ripe old age of 92. He was a sweet guy with a voice like velvet. And he played a mean fiddle at the dances in Glendale.

I think he looks like Steve Martin.

BYU Envelope 1938

When I was putting away the letter below I found the envelope that it came in and thought it might be interesting to some of you as well. I can picture my dad carefully opening the end of the envelope to see what it said. Gotta love the 3-cent stamp! SH

BYU 1938

Thought you might be interested in this letter to my dad when he was 19 years old. He had attended BYU the previous year and got diptheria and had to go home. Family legend has it that Leroy Robertson visited him in the hospital and brought ice cream and treats to cheer him. As you can see, he greatly valued Dad's musical talent and hoped to continue to mentor him. (According to Mom, he was first chair on string bass his freshman year.) At some point Dad was offered a position with the Utah Symphony but he declined in favor of his interest the popular music of the time.

Another Smoker in the Family

Ok, I've told you about my cigar smokings days, and the cowboys who smoked the Book of Mormon.

Now, as promised, I'll tell you about another of your ancestors who took up the habit.

From the book Life Sketches: "It was quite common in those days for old people to smoke, and my grandmother indulged in this habit; she would often ask me to light her pipe for her.

In doing so I learned to smoke and liked it so much that whenever I saw anyone smoking, I had a craving desire to take a few whiffs myself. This was innocently indulged in at intervals, for a number of years, until at length I was awakened to a sense of the danger of the habit.

"There was a monitor within that told me it was wrong, and what it would lead to if persisted in; I should be, if I lived, an old lady smoker. This thought disgusted me, for I never did like to see a woman smoke, or men either as for that matter, so the habit was broken off entirely, although it was hard for me to drop it."

Who is she? Aurelia Spencer Rogers, founder of the Primary.