My Wedding Day, August 11, 1983

Sheri and I were married a week after I had started a new job in Duckwater

This made for an interesting weekend.  We were married on Thursday.  We had an open house that evening in Hyrum.  When then took a day to travel and had a reception in Altamont on Saturday.  We traveled to Duckwater on Sunday, where we made our first home.

 We were married in the Provo Temple, in the morning.  My mother put on a wedding breakfast for us in Lindon at the home of a friend.  Sheri was beautiful  I love that woman.

Hyrum

Uncle Norval and Aunt Delsa

 The open house was in Hyrum Civic Center.  Dad came and his girlfriend caused a disturbance.  He gave us a casserole dish.  We had a hotel room for the night in Logan Connie and Kelly had gotten for us.  It was across for J.B.'s so we at there.  The next morning, Uncle Marvin woke us up very early pounding on the door.  He was always playing a joke.
I had the task of packing up my bedroom, and then we headed for Roosevelt, spending the night at Midway where they had a nice swimming pool from a hot spring.

She is still beautiful

 In Altamont/Bluebell receptions are different than Hyrum.  In Hyrum everyone just goes through the line and then sit and chats with those who are there.  In Altamont there was also a program.  I sang "Bridge over Troubled Water."  I attempted to play, but half way through I gave that up and just sang.

Cliff and Judy

Monte Bolton, second from right

Monte Bolton supervised my field placement in Roosevelt, and he more than anyone helped get Sheri and I together.  When I met Sheri, I went to him with questions about Sheri and her family.  He lived in Bluebell which is where Sheri is from.  Bluebell is a very small town.    Uncle Jerry and Aunt Judy manned the table as people came in.   As part of the program Sheri's brothers sand a version of Billy Boy.  They changed some of the words to make it funny, but as my mother sang that song to me as I was growing up that was OK.




Uncle Jerry and Aunt Judy manned the reception table as people entered

 I also sang a song I had heard Brother John Brenchely sing in the ward in Hyrum a Mothers Day tribute, "Visions."  Sheri's mom played for me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-IcWE9tSJc
I like this song and it had a theme Sheri and I both were in tune with.
I remember we served cream puffs.  I love cream puffs.

with my mom

Sheri's folks

Wedding Party

My family

Best Men are my brothers

Brides Maids

Sheri's family

 The reception also included a time for picture taking.  This was actually before the reception.  Sheri's brothers decorated our car.  They made a big mess, but we went strait to the car wash on the way out of town and washed all the shaving cream away.  We stayed in Roosevelt, and went to church in Roosevelt First Ward before heading to Duckwater.

Some Othello Memories: In Pictures

http://whilhelmsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/10/othello-memories.html
A link for written memories

 Dad bought an old Quonset hut from the military.  The materials from this were used for the house.  Grandpa Wardle helped to get the material.

This is the completed house.

The first job was to clear the land.  That is Dad on the tractor.

I don't know when the family took this trip to Grand Coulee Dam but I have vague remembrances of it.  However, no kids are in these pictures so I don't know if we were there.

Elder David Yorgensen.  Dad was in the bishopric with his father.  They were family friends and we would often visit with them in their home.

Lincoln

 Picture before I was born

Rigby

Pictures with me as the baby.

Pictures with Charlie as youngest

Football Trio, The Packers

My Trike

Swimming Time

Mom, Billy, Charlie; Christmas cards on the wall

Just after we Moved from Othello

Logan Funhouse, Thanksgiving 2009

We all gathered in Logan last year for Thanksgiving.  This included all of my brothers and sisters as well as my mom.  Charity introduced Anthony to the family.  As for our family Mark was in Iraq and Jeremy in Colorado on his mission.  Otherwise we were all there.

watching the tubers

Mom and Tony in a tube

Caleb

Tones

Jared and Amber with Anna

Caleb Charity Anthony

Charity Miranda

WIPEOUT!

Sue

Weldon

Katherine, Grandma

Me and Grandma

Heather Anna Amber Jared

Christmas Story: People Are More Important Than Things

I wanted to share this story from the Sunday School lesson Sunday.  The section was on using gifts of the spirit to serve others.

“As we were busily preparing for a Christmas dinner, my teenaged sister excitedly reached into the cupboard for the silver-rimmed china. The lovely … set had been Grandmother’s wedding present to Mom and Dad and was used only on special occasions. But as my sister removed some of the precious plates from the cupboard, she bumped her arm and the china slipped from her hands. Her desperate attempts to recover the plates were in vain, and the crash of china shattering on the floor was as heartbreaking as the look of helpless horror on her face.
“Mother’s meal-preparing hands stopped in midair, and the festive chatter of a bustling household ceased as we all stood frozen in awful silence. Without turning around to see the damage, Mother quietly slipped out of the room. Then … the rest of us tried to resume the tempo of our holiday duties.
“Except my sister. She stood motionless, a big tear trickling down her cheek. As another tear fell, she mechanically found the broom and dustpan and began sweeping up the scattered chips. Then on her knees, she slowly picked up the larger pieces and carefully placed them in the dustpan.
“Within a few minutes Mother returned to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her grieving daughter. My sister began to sob out loud. … Quietly [Mother] soothed, ‘That’s all right, honey; people are more important than things.’
“Mother later told me that she had gone into the other room to pray and was blessed with a peaceful feeling and the inspiration of how to comfort my sister. The gift of spiritual perspective given to my mother that Christmas day became the most priceless gift our family received” (Laura Russell Bunker, “The Art of Perspective,” Ensign, Dec. 1998, 54–55).