Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Poetry I Like: Kenny Loggins

This is a Kenny Loggins song, but the poetry in this song paints a picture for me, and I wanted to share it.  The song is called "Walking in the Air" and was written by Kenny Loggins.

"Walking In The Air"

We're walking in the air,
We're floating in the moonlight sky,
The people far below are sleeping as we fly.

I'm holding very tight,
I'm riding in the midnight blue,
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you.

Far across the world,
The villages go by like dreams,
The rivers and the hills,
The forest and the streams.

Children gaze open mouthed,
Taken by suprise,
Nobody down below believes their eyes.

We're surfing in the air,
We're swimming in the frozen sky,
We're drifting over icy mountains floating by.

Suddenly swooping low,
On an ocean deep,
Rousing up a mighty monster from his sleep.

We're walking in the air,
We're dancing in the midnight sky,
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Youth Soccer and Tournaments

I came across an article in the Deseret News with regards youth soccer and tournaments.  I am not a great fan of soccer tournaments.  They are played on Saturday and Sunday, and I always had a problem with Sunday games.  Also the organizers often pit teams of unequal ability which is really not fun for either team.  I remember one son playing a highly advanced team and the score was so lopsided by half time that the coach spent the second half working on an off sides trap to try and keep the other team at bay.  Not a fun game.  In the article a pediatric doctor Scott Pugh.  He points out another negative is the time spent in cars traveling to the tournament rather than participating in the sport.  Most important perhaps, the doctor also says participating in more than two games a week increases the risk of injury by six times.  Tournaments often involve four or five games in a weekend.   There must be some better alternatives.  

Junior High/High School Friend: Kent Nate

Kent Nate

Having watched the movie “Cokeville Miracle” reminds me of Kent Nate, who moved into our Hyrum Fourth Ward when I was in Junior High.  He moved there from Cokeville.  I was introduced to Kent when someone asked me how I liked being replaced as the best basketball player in our age group at the wad.  We would play a lot of basketball for scouts.  And I wasn’t the best basketball player, that honor went to Brad Thomas who was much taller than me.  However I was the best guard, and Kent Nate fit right into our system as playing guard with me and challenging me for the top honor.  Honestly I would say we were evenly matched, even though Kent was a year younger than me (as was Brad Thomas.)  It seemed Kent and Brad became close friends.  We had experiences playing together for church basketball games, which was an organized league as I was growing up, and also experiences with scout camps and scouting.  Our ward boundaries changed several times, and we eventually were no longer in the same ward.  I went back to the second ward, while there were also sixth and eight wards along with the fourth ward.  I even heard Kent’s family moved back to Cokeville.  I did notice there were several kids with the last name Nate in the documentary of the Cokeville Miracle who must have been related.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Darn that Blue Spruce is Big

This is the Blue Spruce we planted at our home 45-50 years ago.  When we put in our sewer line, the line went through the roots on one side of the tree, and consequently it leaned for a while.  However it seems to have straitened nicely.  It is now over running the yard at our old house as well as the neighbors.  When we lived there there wasn't a fence dividing the properties in front, it started level with the front of the house.  I haven't lived in this house since marrying in 1983.  My mom sold it to my sister in about 1985 and moved to a condo in Logan.  My sister subsequently sold the house and they moved to Idaho.  The circular driveway use to be more complete, but it did extend beyond the property line and was cut back for sewer lines as well.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Poetry I Like: Above Bear Lake by May Swenson

Above Bear Lake by May Swenson

Sky and lake the same blue,
and blue the languid mountain between them.
Cloud fluffs make the scene flow.
Greeny white pools of aspen snake up,
graven with welts and calluses where branches
dried and broke. Other scabs are lover-made:
Initials dug within linked hearts and, higher
some jackknifed peace signs.
A breeze, and the filtered light makes shine
a million bristling quills of spruce and fir
downslope, where slashes of sky and lake
hang blue—windows of intense stain. We take
the rim trail, crushing bloom of sage,
sniffing resinous wind, our boots in the wild, 
small, everycolored Rocky Mountain flowers.
Suddenly, a steep drop-off: below we see the whole, 
the whale of it—deep, enormous blue—
that widens, while the sky slants back to pale 
behind a watercolored mountain.
Western Tanager – we call him “Fireface: - 
darts ahead, we climb to our camp
as the sun slips lower. Clipped to the top
of the tallest fir, Olive-sided Flycatcher,
over and over, fierce-whistles, “Whip!
Whip three bears! Whip, whip three bears!”
This poem is presented at the Bear Lake Overlook tourist information center.  This is my view of the lake from the overlook early in the morning.  

For a view of some of the flowers that morning look here.  This poetry really paints a picture in my mind.  I am not as familiar with birds, and didn't hear any bird song the morning we were there.  

Thursday, May 28, 2015

My Mom's Favorite Song: Love at Home

"Love At Home" is my mother's favorite song.  It was a regular at family home evening.


  1. 1. There is beauty all around
    When there's love at home;
    There is joy in ev'ry sound
    When there's love at home.
    Peace and plenty here abide,
    Smiling sweet on ev'ry side.
    Time doth softly, sweetly glide
    When there's love at home.
    Love at home, love at home;
    Time doth softly, sweetly glide
    When there's love at home.
  2. 2. In the cottage there is joy
    When there's love at home;
    Hate and envy ne'er annoy
    When there's love at home.
    Roses bloom beneath our feet;
    All the earth's a garden sweet,
    Making life a bliss complete
    When there's love at home.
    Love at home, love at home;
    Making life a bliss complete
    When there's love at home.
  3. 3. Kindly heaven smiles above
    When there's love at home;
    All the world is filled with love
    When there's love at home.
    Sweeter sings the brooklet by;
    Brighter beams the azure sky.
    Oh, there's One who smiles on high
    When there's love at home.
    Love at home, love at home;
    Oh, there's One who smiles on high
    When there's love at home.
  4. Text and music: John Hugh McNaughton, 1829-1891

Monday, May 11, 2015

Gladiator Play in Rigby

When I was little, and spending a week with grandparents in Rigby, Idaho, I went with my brother Weldon and my cousin Danny Green to a movie about Gladiators.  I imagine it was "Spartacus and the Ten Gladiators" which came out in 1964.  We were totally overcome by the fighting in the movie. We especially enjoyed the scenes in the arena where gladiators would show their strength against each other in battles to the death.  Being boys, we were determined to become gladiators ourselves.  It just so happens that Rigby at the time had a gladiator ring.  I don't know if this was an old fountain or wading pools, but it was perfect for gladiator wars as it served as a coliseum.  The cement structure was about three feet deep, circular, had a step down along the edge all the way around, and gave suitable space for fighting.  
We we made to this arena at the Rigby Park for some reenacting.  My younger brother Charlie joined us for this expedition even though he had not seen the movie.  We armed ourselves with stick swords and spears and had tournaments to see who would sin.  It made for an exciting afternoon.
One type (of course who can prevent every such occurrence) in chopping my younger brother I banger his elbow with my stick.  He took to crying.  A passerby in a car, rolled down her window and expressed her disgust over the way we were abusing each other, and beating on each other with sticks.  She nagged at us for a bit before heading on her way.  We had a good laugh at her expense after she had gone.
Charlie's elbow wasn't the only casualty, we all banged a finger at least once.  We were trying to act out, rather than actually fight our battles.  But anyway, accidents happen.  In trying to make our activities lifelike we could not always control our swings.
It seemed we shortly became bored with this game, mostly due to the injuries.  It must have been some pretty serious boredom, because I do not ever remember playing "Gladiator" again.