Friday, November 10, 2017

Cover of "Fill the World with Love" from Goodbye Mr. Chips



This is a song I learned sophomore year at Sky View High School in Men's Chorus.  Stratford Loosli was the teacher, and all members of the chorus learned this song, and had the chance to sing it solo to the rest of the chorus.  It has stuck with me, and is now one of the songs I often sing when I am in the car alone.  It has kept me awake many nights driving across the Nevada desert. 
This song was vocalized by Petula Clark in the movie version of Goodbye Mr. Chips

Hush Little Baby Don't Say a Word



This is one of those songs I learned as a youth.  However I have always sung it wrong.  I use lyrics for this version, so it is definitely correct.  These are the Mother Goose lyrics. 

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Halloween Tricking

The only time I really remember Halloween tricking was my Junior High Years in Hyrum.  We would go out together Halloweening, a group of four or five boy, with no parental supervision.  (One year my cousin tammy went with ur.)  Sometimes the group was larger, and sometimes smaller.  The evening would begin with an inventory of our resources.  What did you score?  Some would have a used piece of soap with which they could mark windows.  Then there was invariably a few rolls of toilet paper for "TPing."  And then there was the person who had a small amount of gas in a bottle stuffed down his pants, which he had snuck out of his garage.  Then we were in business.  With those resources we could have great fun. 
I grew up in a rural town.  It wasn't like nobody was out, but there was space between people that you could do things without being seen.  It wasn't one group after another, and all with adult supervision, like today.  So we would find a tree to TP and a window or two to soap.  Although sometimes this was disappointed as the soap wouldn't always stick well.  And then there was the gas.  It lead itself to all kinds of imagination; none of it good.  Perhaps a bottle bomb, or just getting something to burn. 
I must admit, our age was pretty lame compared to what older groups had done.  There was a year with lots of leaves in the gutters and lots of flame.  One year there were flaming tires rolling down main street.  But we pretty much fizzled out.  Our fire, even with the gas didn't last very long and quickly went out with only ourselves to see our handiwork.  We lit it on a back street where no one would catch us, an no one noticed.  No great glory in that.

Monday, October 30, 2017

My Life in Theater: Brigadoon

This production was produced by the Utah State University Extension in Roosevelt and Vernal.  We performed at both Union and Uintah High Schools.  This would have been 1986.  Natalia was a baby.  I portrayed the part of Andrew McClaren, the father of Jeannie, who is getting married, and Fiona, who during the course of the production falls in love with Tommy Allbright, who with his companion are two weary hunters who have lost there way in Scotland, and come upon a 200 year old village in the high land mist.  This village is frozen in time, but only if everyone stays.  Tension is created as Harry Beaton also loves Fiona.  He is determined to leave, which will destroy everyone. 
Kathy Tucker director

Doug Barlow as Charlie who is marrying Jeannie
Tommy's side kick
town leader
Jeannie
Meg, Uintah high school drama teacher
Harry Beaton

Taunia Wheeler as Fiona
Russell Griffin as Tommy
Nels Carlson: producer

Friday, October 27, 2017

Film Discussion Group: Duckwater

I was heavily involved in prevention and educational work at Duckwater.  As part of this I started a movie series.  I would generally go to the library in Ely and get some movies.  I started a discussion group where I would show the movie the the hope of inspiring some conversation.  I wrote about this in the newsletter: Duckwater Positive. 
Film/Discussion Group Planned
Billy Wardle, social worker, is beginning a program using film and discussion.  He hopes to make this a monthly program.  It is hoped this will be a method for residents to talk about issues concerning them and also provide a method of intellectual growth. 
The first film will be presented Monday, April 16 (1984) at 4 p.m. and 7 p.m. in the tribal auditorium.  The first film in this group deals with personal insecurities and fears and should lead to discussion. 
The groups will be about 45 minutes.  Refreshments will be served as part of each group session.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Othello: Chamber of Commerce Brochure about 1960





I was born in Othello.  Our family lived there until about1963 when my dad went back to school.  Sara and Connie were already born before we moved there, but Weldon, I and Charlie were all born while we lived in Othello.  Son in all our family lived there about ten years.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Employee of the Month Letter

As part of Virginia Street Project I was honored as employee of the month for  Santa Clara County.  Our program was honored, so they gave placards to all of us.  Her is a letter from the County Executive.

I Worked for Hyrum City as a Youth

It started with my older brother, Weldon, and then passed to me.  We worked with the youth sports in Hyrum for many years.  We were also over seen by a city councilman, first Clair Lundberg and then Bruce Darley.  This started with baseball, little league age at first, and then later expanding to pony age.  We had some pretty good teams.  We would organize a local league each summer, and then select from that league an all star team to take to tournaments at the end of the year.  We were not part of any official league in those days, but would use the Little League rule book.  However, sometimes there were other rules put upon us, like not stealing home unless played upon. 
We actually were paid for our efforts, not much, but something to make it worth while.
Eventually my brother expanded into football.  In this we were not part of any league again, but would schedule practice games with other teams.  One year we went to Preston to play, and another to North Ogden.  We also played teams locally, Logan and Smithfield; where they kids had a regular league.  Kids had to purchase their own guards, so sometimes were not very well protected.  What you buy at the store is sort of crap.  However all had helmets.  We had some fun times.
Eventually we also included basketball.  We organized some pretty nice leagues, and one year had a local tournament.  We also participated in Bantam tournaments.  I found a letter from Bruce Darley. 

We always gathered the uniforms, but the bumper stickers were forced upon us.  I think we got them back, but not sure how many we actually sold.  We must have sole a few because eventually we did get a pitching machine.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Mother's Letter from Mar Dean Nielsen

Steve and Mar Dean Nielsen.  Steve was the branch president of the Carbondale Branch when we lived in Illinois.  They left the area about the same time we did, moving to Las Vegas, while we moved back to Hyrum.  However the friendship continued.  We stave with the Nielsens many years later when  we traveled to Las Vegas for a funeral.
Mar Dean wrote my mother a care when mom broke her neck in a fall.
Dear Ileen,
We were so sorry to her of your accident.  You must of fallen hard to have done so much damage.
I am going through our cards again before I throw them away, when i came upon yours.  I thought I must write to her.
We had some good times in  Carbondale, didn't we.  I remember the show we went to and walked out because the language was so bad.  It would probably be "G" rated now.  The Thanksgiving that we spent at the church.  The dinner that our husbands us with at the church.  Great times!!
Take care of yourself and know that we love you.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Poetry of my Brother-in-law and Sister

I think this poem was more written by my brother-in-law, Clyde Buff; although it is given as from both he and my sister, Sara.  It was written for the funeral of their grandson Forrest.

Touched by an Angel

Few of us ever have the blessing
Of being touched by an angel on earth,
But Forrest was one of God's special sons
Sent to touch all our lives here on earth.

From him we learned just what real strength was
Real strength as he fought through each trial
He never gave in, never let the pain win
He touched our lives with his angelic smile.

We all felt the touch of his patience
The touch of his "I love you" gaze
And his love will last though his time her is past
He touched us all in so many ways

How does it feel to be touched by and angel?
Ask those who knew Forrest well
They all know for sure, Forrest's love will endure
In their hearts where the sweetest memories dwell.

Yes we all have been touched by an angel
We than God for Forrest's brief stay here below
May his touch linger on though his mortal journey is done
He is the truest little angel we know

With all our love

Grandma and Grandpa Buff

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Poetry I Like: Two Palestinian Seas

This is from a collection of verse: "Just For You" a Collection of Inspirational Verses by Helen Steiner Rice.

A very favorite story of mine 
Is about two seas in Palestine--
. . .
One is a sparkling sapphire jewel,
Its water are clean and clear and cool,
Along its shores the children play
And nature gives so lavishly
Her choicest gems to the Galilee...
But on to the south the Jordan flows
Into a sea where nothing grows,
No splash of fish, no singing bird,
No children's laughter is ever heard.
The air hangs heavy all around
And nature shuns this barren ground...
Both seas receive the Jordan's flow,
The water is just the same, we know,
But one of the seas, like liquid sun,
Can warm the hearts of everyone,
While farther south another sea
Is dead and dark and miserly...
It takes each drop the Jordan brings
And to each drop it fiercely clings...
It hoards and holds the Jordan's waves
Until like shackled, captured slaves
The fresh, clear Jordan turns to salt
And dies within the Dead Sea's vault...
But the Jordan flows on rapturously
As it enters and leaves the Galilee,
For every drop that the Jordan gives
Becomes a laughing wave that lives--
For the Galilee gives back each drop,
Its waters flow and never stop,
And in this laughing, living sea
That takes and gives so generously
We find the way to Life and Living
Is no in Keeping, but in Giving!

Yes, there are Two Palestinian Seas
And mankind is fashioned after these!

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Duckwater Christmas Festival of Lights 1984

This is the program I kept from so many years ago.  Everyone had to take more than one part, because there weren't that many students in the school.






Virginia Sanchez from Duckwater Shoshone Tribal School

Sheri and I received a thank you note form Virginia Sanchez.  She and I worked hard to put together the Spring Festival many years ago.  She worked from the aspect of working with the youth through the school.  This included helping set up the Youth Hand Game tournament.  We enjoyed working together.  I know she later became more involved in working with the tribal counsel, but this was long after my two years in Duckwater. 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Duckwater: The Campbells: Iroquois Cayuga Indians of Gowanda New York

When we lived in the Lamanite program at BYU sponsored the Campbell family to Duckwater.  This was a family traveling performing music.  There act included five brothers playing violin, and a performance of the Hoop Dance. 

Friday, September 29, 2017

Trainings I Took While Working in Duckwater

I went to several trainings while I was working in Duckwater.  I attended a training in Salt Lake which was presented by someone who worked out of Stanford, and was on Cognitive rational Emotive Therpy.  I remember it was very good. 
However in Duckwater, I was like a Jack-of-all-trades.  I did eligibility work, social services work, and was part of the health department.  I have certificates of having completed first responder training.  We had no ambulance in Duckwater, and wanted to be prepared.  There were about eight of us, included Sheri, who took this training.  I also went to Reno for a federal training through the Bureau of Indian Affairs on child sexual abuse investigations. 


Wedding Announcements Received

Terril Morgan and Kim Marie Sears, Nov. 5, 1977.

Ray Ormond and Susan Allen  August 12, 1981, SLC Temple

Artwork of Rodney Mike and Duckwater Christmas program 1983


Rodney Mike also painted a picture I won in raffle.  He is very talented.  I left the picture for the office I was vacating as always thought it was weird I ran the raffle and won the prize.  However I did display proudly in my office.  The raffle was to raise money for the first Duckwater Festival, which has now become an annual event.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

People Who Wrote Me on My Mission

To a missionary, the mail service is his lifeline.  We use to visit the post office everyday to pick up letter.  This is a growing post, as I find more old letters.

Sherry Nelson, graduation announcement, and several letters including a report on the "Hyrum Crusader" and talking about a special fast for moisture.

Carol DeBolt, reported on Weldon's baseball and basketball  coaching etc.  She included a picture of David from the paper swimming for the Sky View swim team.
Carmel corn recipe from Carol DeBolt
Carmel Pop Corn
approximately 2 gallons of popped corn
2 cups brown sugar             1/2 cup Karo Syrup
1 stick butter                        1 tablespoon water
Mix together, let come to a good hard boil, add just a pinch of soda.  Blend together, then pour over popcorn  (1 cup popcorn not when not popped.)
you could make it into balls; we just make caramel corn and leave it in pieces.

Kenneth Chase sent the wedding announcement for his son.

Raeburn Ormond, who actually wrote from home and then from his mission in Iowa, Des Moines where my son later served.  He served in fairfield, and was hoping to be able to help with the Relief Society Statues dedication while serving there.  President Kimball did the first dedication, and then he said other general authorities would read the dedication prayer after that for the other sessions.

Audrey Anderson, girl from Mendon.  She said my letter to here brought her up.

Uncle Norval

Niel Frank from his mission in Italy.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

The U.S. Constitution

The Constitution was officially accepted and ratified September 17, 1787 by twelve states, Vermont being the only of the original 13 colonies not to ratify at this time.  That would be 230 years ago.  I have been pondering this document, and what it really means to me.  
It established our government in it current form, with prescribed checks and balances.  However the part that is most referred to are the Bill of Rights.  The first amendment: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceable to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
The second: A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
Third amendment: No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent to the Owner, nor in time of war but in a manner to be prescribed by law.
Fourth amendment: The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
Sixth amendment:  In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial...
Seventh: Right of trial by jury
Eighth amendment no cruel or unusual punishments.
These are our basic rights.  Then it says those thing not enumerated here are reserved to the states or the individual.  
These are the right outlined in the constitution.  It is interesting to me that the Bill of Rights starts with freedom of religion--freedom to worship.  This is the first basic right, and must be respected.  People do not need to worship the same of us, but we need to respect the right of others to worship how they please.  Joseph Smith put this very succinctly:  "We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may."  Being civil with each other is what the Bill of Rights is about, but also about putting a check on government.  Many specifically target this check, which comes from the people, from the states, and from the different branches of government.  
Joseph Smith once prophesied that the Constitution would hang by a thread.  This is not some future event.  This is a struggle today.  We must struggle to preserve our freedoms and our rights on an almost daily basis.  May we pray for our government, our leaders.  If they are lead by the constitution then we can stay on course.  However we as a people have a role as a balance for government.  We have to be involved and active to make the constitution work the way it is intended.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

My Poetry: Ode to Sheri

Ode to Sheri

I have felt the fire of you inner flame,
Burning me, as I snuggle close to you in bed.

And I have heard the rumbling of you inner core, 
The cavernous echoing of each snore.

I have touched the satin of your skin
It's texture a playground for my fingers.

My hand has brushed your sating hair,
Played with it, curled it, twirled in upon my fingers.

I have looked into your eyes,
And there, seen a spark of heaven.

I am yours.


Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Poetry I Like: Family


Family
By Tim Tarrant
No matter how great the distance, we return, 


bearing the bruises of the paths we’ve chosen.

We come to join in laughter, 

in comfort, 

and in grief.

In this house spirits soar, souls dance, 
and magically we make up for the lost time.
We gather in a whirling celebration of life 
and like the rivers that run into the sea, 
we are once again whole.

We take comfort in knowing that through moments of great joy 
and times of sobering reality, 
we are surrounded by all that we will
 ever need … each other. 

Monday, September 11, 2017

The Modern Day Witch Hunt

Just finished reading "The Crucible."  Man that was a time when you were damned if you do and damned if you don't.  Your choice was to commit a sin, lie and say you were influenced by the Devil, or deny any such association and be hung because you were unrepentant.  As to whether or not you your under the influence of the Devil was not doubted.  Authorities had already made up their mind.
I say this same attitude in several movements today.  On is the media, which is determined Trump is bad, and he is damned no matter what he says.  They have gone so far as to manipulate lighting in pictures, make up stories, and dwell on things which make no sense.  If you talked to anyone form Russia, then you are guilty of collusion, done deal.
The other place I see this is with the Black Lives Matters group.  If you say all lives matter, then you  are racist.  things are just weird.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Soccer Coach

I first coached soccer for AYSO.  I coached the team from Hyrum, 11 and 12 year olds.  I did not grow up with soccer, so this was all learning for me.  I coached kids from the community.
However after I was a father, I coached my kids.  This was in the Cupertino, West San Jose league.  I would usually coach them until about 12, and then hand them over to others who had been coaching longer.  I figured they would have more to teach them.
Major League Soccer would send people to give trainings every year.  These trainings would include material to help with organizing practice.  They would give books with suggested games.  I also purchased a book, Soccer Practice games: 120 games for technique, Training and Tactics by Joe Loxbacher.  I found parts of this book very helpful.  Others too advanced for the age I was teaching.  Crab soccer was always a favorite, and taught both positioning and endurance and strength.  I also liked some of the throw-in games, ass well as the go games.  Some of the warm=up activities would include dribbling and then squash the ball, or side-to-side, or "I've got an injury."  This would help with stretching.
I must admit, I ways always offensive minded in soccer.  I had difficulty teaching defensive skills.  However over the years I got better at this.  I think I coached most of my kids, Mark and Jeremy and Caleb for sure.  Also Charity played for me one year, and Sheri coached Miranda one year.  My kids wee always some of the better on the team.  We played in the district tournament several years, meaning we took first or second.
I always enjoyed this.  When the kids were older, I converted to officiating.  I use to particularly enjoy lines, but I did officiate in the middle as well.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Poetry I Like: I Am a Child of God for the Parents of a Child that has Died

This was shared by Shawna Webb Tripp on Yahoo and I liked it so much I wanted to save it.  

I am a Child of God for the parents of child that has died
I am a child of God and He has called me home.
My earthly journey's through but still, I do not walk alone.
He leads me, guides me, walks beside me, helps me find the way,
He welcomed me with open arms. I live with Him today.
I am a child of God and I have gone ahead.
My earthly life was brief but oh, such peace and love you gave.
You loved me, held me, stood beside me and though I cannot stay.
You gave me much to help me and I live with Him today.
I am a child of God and I will wait for you.
Celestial glory shall be ours, if you can but endure.
I'll lead you, guide you, walk beside you.
Help you find the way.
I'll welcome you with open arms
One bright Celestial day.
~Donna Kulliard

Our first boy was stillborn.  We called him simply Billy Boy.  Often I think of him in this light.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

My BB Gun: Hid by my Parents

I really wanted a BB gun when  I was a kid, and finally I received one for Christmas.  This was a nice gun.  You could load a whole slew of BB's, or you could load pellets one at a time.  It was fun.  I used it with friends to shoot birds.  Not a very comely activity, but mostly I missed.  One time I actually hit a bird, and was so distressed that I didn't shot at birds after that.  I would also use the gun to shoot at army men.  One time, I was watching t.v. with my gun in hand, pretending to shoot at characters on the screen.  The gun actually went off, and hit the t.v. console.  Our t.v. had a large consul, so I didn't damage the working mechanism at all, but I left a BB dent in the wood.
Shortly after that my BB gun came up missing.  I couldn't find it anywhere.  I looked and looked with no luck.
However, several years later I did find it.  It was in the fruit room, above the heating ducts that were above your head.  It was close to the furnace so the duct was very large there and afforded a good hiding place.  I only had it a couple days though, when it disappeared again.  I never did find it again.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Veterans in my family


My Son, Mark, Marine, served in Iraq




My dad, Navy served during WWII in Brazil and Africa
Great-great-great grandfather Ashton who served in the Infantry of the Army defending U.S. interest at the time against Native Americans 1856-1861.  He marched to California, and walked the entire state North to South.  He was discharged from Benecia in 1861. (sorry no picture)

Aunt Verna who did a a couple tours of duty.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mother's Day Dedication to My Wife; "Star of Justice"



This song always reminds me of mother's day, and the importance Sheri has taken with bearing and raising our eight children.  I love her very much for that, but also for her support.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

10 Commandments of Human Relations

This is found in Legacy: Daughter of Utah Pioneers Newsletter, Winter 2008

1. Speak to people.  There is nothing so nice as a cheerful word of greeting.
2. Smile at people.  It takes 72 muscles to frown, and only 14 to smile.
3. Call people by name.  The sweetest music to anyone's ears is the sound of his or her own name.
4. Be friendly.  If you would have friends, you need to be one.
5. Be cordial.  Speak and act as if everything you do is a genuine pleasure.
6. Be genuinely interested.  People want to know that you care about what they have to say.
7. Be generous with praise.  Affirmation is uplifting to a person.  Be cautious with you criticisms.
8. Be considerate.  Feelings are hurt rather easily.  Be aware of that fact and don't be rude--even if you disagree.
9. Give service.  It's more fun to give than to receive.  You'll make somebody's day.
10. Add to these a sense of humor, a big dose of patience and a dash of humility, and you will be rewarded many fold.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

8 Natural Swimming Spots With The Clearest, Most Pristine Water In Nevada

4. Big Water Spring – Railroad Valley


Sunday, April 9, 2017

Haircuts Through the Years

When we lived on the farm in Othello, Me and my brothers would get our hair cut at a family friend.  the friend had a stepping stool you could sit on that brought you up much higher than a chair, and he would cut our hair.

Of course when we moved away from the farm, my Dad cut our hair.  For many years we always received crew cuts, hair shaved right off.  I remember some older kid on the bus liked to feel my head as he thought it felt good.  But it was not fun going through life with only on option for a hair cut, buzzed all the way off, not even leaving a little on top.
From their my father graduated to the "Miracle Barber."  You remember, "This message is not for barbers, this message is not for barbers."  This was a device into which you put a razor blade.  then the hair cutter could just slide the device across someone's hair, and it would cut the hair to the desired length.  It failed miserable.  There was no way to determining how long the hair would be at the end of the thing, and it always dragged, more pulling the hair out rather than cutting it off.
From there we graduated to the cheap barber in Smithfield, yes it was worth the drive (fifteen miles form Hyrum.)  Here we received a professional haircut, but for some reason the Smithfield barber didn't charge very much.
And then there was visits to Uncle Marvin.  If our visiting Grandmas coincided with a need for a haircut, Uncle Marvin would give them to us for free.  Again his cut was professional, and it always included a back massage.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Poetry I Like: A WIdow's Lullaby at Winter Quarters, 1846

A WIdow's Lullaby at Winter Quarters, 1846 by Edna S. Browne in Daughters of the Utah Pioneers Thomas X. Smith Camp 2005-2006

Sleep, my little one--
Sleep while Mother dreams
Of your comely smile
And your small hands cupping my heart;
Of my completeness, holding you;
The happy burden of your trust,
My pride in your unfolding;
The wonders wished for you
Since our first touch.

Even here--
Here in the wind-whipped place,
This savage wilderness,
You have been my courage
And my star.

Sleep, my little one--
Sleep in your narrowbed
Under your coverlet of prairie sod
And stones gently piled . . .
Sleep, while Mother dreams
And weeps--
Walking the long, lonely miles ahead.

The Mile Swim

I can't say that I was the fastest swimmer, but I could go for long distances.  I had several resting strokes down.  This included the side stroke and the elementary back stroke.  Of course if you wanted to get anyplace you had to do the crawl.
I completed my mile swim at the Sky View High School pool.  Our ward Scouts would rent the pool  and we would go up there to work on our scout swimming requirements.  It made for a long Young Men's as the pool was twenty minutes away from Hyrum.  After being in Scouts a while, I had passed all of the basic requirements.  So we moved on to harder things.  There was a handful of us passing off the mile swim.  We started as soon as we arrived.  We only had the pool for an hour.  I took it easy, using plenty of resting strokes and taking my time; But I was steady.  Bit by bit I swam.  The leaders encouraged me to go fast.  There was no way I would finish before the hour.  And in fact I didn't.  I was a few minutes over.  But I swam a mile.  I received a patch to put on my swim suit.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Hardward Ranch Elk Ride

I saved an article form the Great Outdoors section of the VIA AAA magazine a few years back about hardware ranch up Blacksmith Fork Canyon.  Too late this year, but the ride is great fun, and the herd seems to always increase in size.  You can go to the visitors center all year and see elk across the mountain meadow.  I remember as a scout going to the ranch and helping with conservation projects, or bringing in the cut hay or bailed grass.  We had some good times there.  One of our scouts' dad worked at the ranch so we got to go there a few times.  That would have been the Hyrum Fourth Ward at the time which included the ranch in its boundaries.  Check out their website.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Argentine Foot Bath

Argentina, especially in the capitol (Buenos Aires Federal District) the sidewalks are made of tile.  This really is very nice looking, and the are efficient, unless a tile comes loose.  Then you have problems, especially when it rains.  It does rain a lot in Buenos Aires.  The moisture gets under the tile, and then when you step on the tile it works as a little pump and squirts water on your feet and ankles.  You can protect yourself with an umbrellas, but there is no protection against the little foot bathes coming from below.
An example of a tile sidewalk

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Driving 100

Can't say I have been that fast often, but one time, in the Grand Prix I had purchased from my sister, I was challenged to see if I could do 100.  This is the first car I had ever owned.  It was while driving to Blackfoot for my field placement at the State Hospital there.  I traveled with Blair Gardner and Mary Ellen Spackman.  Blair challenged me, "Can this thing do a 100?"  So we got off the freeway after Pocatello, and found some back roads on which to try out the Grand Prix.  It hit 100.  However the springs were so loss it didn't do so safely.  The car was really bouncing.  Scared me enough that I slowed down as quickly as we hit 100.

That car, likely because of the springs, had a bad habit of hitting the differential case on the bottom, which would push the casing into the differential and it would make a terrible noise.  I had to get it fixed a few times, once in the garage and once a friend of Weldon's in Tintic.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Caleb's: Our Days of Color

Our many days of color By Caleb

The many different days I change colors.  Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm sad.

When it is a pink day it reminds me of flamingos.

Sometimes I feel lonely on gray days.

Then comes a purple day.  I feel as sleepy as an owl.

I love my days of color.  I hope you do too.

I don't know what grade Caleb was when he wrote this, but I really like it.  I don't know if it was an original poem.  But I am sure he did the pictures, and the use of color is great.