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.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Tony's New Favorite Song

This is a new primary son.  It has quick become Tony's favorite.  I was subbing in primary and this song brought tears to my eyes and I almost had to stop conducting.

Friday, October 17, 2014

My Poetry: Living Between the Light and the Shadows (original)

Found this copy of the song lyrics I wrote,  I reused this with different lyrics in "Your Heart Will Burn."  But this is the original, written before I went on my mission.
Living between the light and the shadows
The lines and the curves
The right and the wrong.
Wanting to be somebody good
                To do what I should
                                To know… the way.
But life goes on.
                And I sit and I cry
                While wondering why…
                                                                Why Lord?
Living upon the edge of the morning
                The crest of a mountain
                                The tail of a breeze
Singing the lines of a sweet song
                Which longs to be free
                                But doesn’t rise from my throat.
And life goes on.
                And I sit and I cry,
While wondering why
Why am I here lord…
                                                Oh why?
But somewhere inside of me
                Yes inside of me I know
                                Someday you will show me
                                                Just why I am here.
But till then…

Thursday, October 16, 2014

My Poetry: As I Traveled to Her

As I Traveled to Her
As I traveled in my ship,
Looking through the window I saw the moon and the stars.
I saw the lights of the city
Their reflection on the glass.
As I traveled to see her I felt alive.
I felt every emotion I knew—as to her side I went:
I felt nervous; I felt hate;
I felt love; I felt anger;
I felt home; I felt happy;
I felt envy; I felt sad…
As I traveled that errant voyage,
Going to and fro along my way,
I realized I would never arrive to her side;
Her face I would never see again.

I wrote this probably in that period after mission and before I met Sheri.  I don't know why I wrote ship, reminds me of a space ship or something,  

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Poetry I like: Sin Llave (Without Key)

Todo el Amor en Poemas: Antologia: Ellas, Grupo Editorial Tomo, Mexico City, 2005.
I cannot recommend this book.  It is not very much about love, and more about love making, so I found myself having to skip over much of the book, and still not finding much which I would say was really about love.  In fact, just one poem touched me.  This poet is from Spain.
Sin llave
Me tienes y soy tuya. Tan cerca uno del otro
como la carne de los huesos.
Tan cerca uno del otro
y, a menudo, ¡tan lejos!...
Tú me dices a veces que me encuentras cerrada,
como de piedra dura, como envuelta en secretos,
impasible, remota... Y tú quisieras tuya
la llave del misterio...
Si no la tiene nadie... No hay llave. Ni yo misma,
¡ni yo misma la tengo!
Ángela Figuera Aymerich
Without key
You have me, and I am your; So close one to the other
like muscles of the bones.
So close one to the other
and, at times, so far apart!
You tell me, at times that you find be closed,
like from hard stone, surrounded in secrets,
impassable, remote... And you would like yours
a key to the mystery...

But no one has it... thee is no key.  Not even myself,
I don't even have it!

Senior Year Utah State: Geology, Spring Quarter 1981

I graduated from USU in 1981.  Why I was taking a 101 level course my final quarter before graduating could be explained by my fear of collage science and math courses.  I was looking for an easy way to get my math requirements our of the way.  Geology qualified as a physical science credit.
I enjoyed geology.  The new kind of material stimulated my thinking.  I found the study of rocks interesting; particularly geological formations.  I was fascinated in thinking about how the geography around developed; which rocks were older, and how the geology had changed. 
Geological deformation fascinated me.  These included : anticlines (frownie faces in the rock layers); synclines (smiley faces); mono clines (sort of curvy lopsided faces) and faults. 
I also enjoyed studying formations, and how sometimes the oldest rocks got thrust up and the younger rocks pushed down—so a mountain doesn’t always have the young rocks on top and older ones on the bottom. 
I also enjoyed studying erosion and the formation of deltas, alluvial fans, dunes and such things.  The formation of valleys and how rivers and mountain evolve, the falling away of rock through freezing or chemical erosion leaving balanced rocks, pedestals and arches, and the formation of deposits in the sea making atolls, bay bars and lagoons.
We also studied fossils and dinosaurs, which I found less interesting.  We talked about some basic techniques to find oil which was interesting.
One thing I liked about the class was being able to do well in the class with relative ease.  I figured this was because most of the students were newer and not as experienced as I in terms of taking tests and studying effectively.  I sort of let down for the final however.  I figured I didn’t need to study hard and do well because I had done well enough on the other tests to slide through. 
We went on an end of the class field trip.  The professor took us around and we looked at fossils, faults, synclines and other fun things.  We looked at the banks of the old Lake Bonneville on the hill sides, with alluvial fans and benches.  The professor was older, but he enjoyed running and climbing.  He took us up Logan Canyon where we found trilobite fossils in the rock.  It was all good.