So now it's my turn
1. I was born in Ontario, Oregon
2. I lived in a farmhouse that had no indoor plumbing; we had to use an outhouse
3. I have lived in three states: Oregon, Idaho, and Utah
4. Our farmhouse was right on the border of Oregon and Idaho (supposedly most of the house was in Oregon but the front porch in Idaho)
5. Our dog in Oregon was named Red; he disappeared when we moved from Oregon to Idaho when I was nine years old
6. I nearly drowned the summer I turned six, but my brother, thinking he was grabbing at a fish, caught me by the foot and pulled me out of the river we were swimming in
7. I was the seventh son of my parents
8. I have seven brothers and one sister
9. My very earliest distinct memory is of a Sunday afternoon boating trip on Jennys Lake in Grand Teton National Park that scared me stiff because of all the water in the lake, spraying from the engine of the motorboat, falling as rain and hail from the sky [my mom’s diary places it on Sunday, July 1, 1951, eighteen days before my second birthday]
10. I was in the fourth, fifth, and sixth grades in the same room with the same teacher in a three-room country schoolhouse
11. I was a Boy Scout
12. I only reached the Life rank in Scouting
13. I was only two merit badges short of getting my Eagle: swimming and life saving
14. That was a result of my near drowning (see numbers 6 and 9 above)
15. I attended a national Scout jamboree in Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, the summer I turned fifteen
16. I visited the Sacred Grove for the first time when I was fourteen, the same age Joseph was when he went there
17. I was the editor of my junior high newspaper when I was in the ninth grade and of my high school newspaper when I was a senior
18. When I was young I imagined it would be great to be the editor of a small-town weekly newspaper when I grew up
19. I have always enjoyed writing
20. We have lived in the Bountiful 20th Ward for nearly thirty years
21. For five and a half years I served as bishop of the 20th Ward
22. I met my wife on a blind date
23. I was twenty-three years old when I got married to the most fabulous person in the world
24. I studied German for three years in high school and one year in college
25. I learned Portuguese on my mission to Brazil
26. I graduated from BYU with a major in English and a minor in Portuguese
27. I went to law school after earning my bachelor’s degree but quickly concluded the adversarial nature of the legal profession and my gentle nature did not go particularly well together
28. I have baptized people in both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
29. I am fascinated by maps and love to look at them
30. Especially road maps
31. I love to read, particularly things relating to history
32. I read on average about twelve to fourteen books a year, a little more than one book a month
33. I have published three books
34. This fall I will have been publishing a family newsletter for thirty-four years
35. This November we will celebrate our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary
36. My favorite times of year are April and October conference
37. I also like summertime
38. And spring and fall
39. And Christmastime
40. This summer is my fortieth high school reunion
41. I am not planning on going to it
42. I love to travel, especially if it’s a road trip
43. I have been in ten foreign countries: Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Ecuador, England, Mexico, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, and Portugal
44. I have been in 44 of the 50 states
45. Only six more to go: Alaska, Hawaii, Maine, Minnesota, Wisconsin, and North Dakota
46. If there even is a North Dakota
47. I love ice cream, especially burnt almond fudge
48. I also like popcorn
49. And cookies, especially if they have things like raisins, nuts, or coconut in them
50. This number represents one-fourth of my current weight, which is a more than it ought to be
51. That’s because of things like numbers 47, 48, and 49 above
52. When I was growing up, I would request porcupine babies [meatballs stuffed in green peppers] for my birthday dinner every year
53. Except that I did not like green peppers when I was growing up; I just ate the meatballs
54. Now I like green peppers, either raw or cooked
55. I would never eat shrimp or avocados when I was growing up, but now I like both
56. My wife is a good cook and makes all kinds of things I like to eat
57. Right now I am 57 years old
58. In July I will be 58 years old
59. You can see how desperate we are getting here
60. I’m currently into four television shows that I watch with any sort of regularity: Monk, Psych, Numbers, and Medium
61. I have lots of favorite hymns
62. I could use the rest of the numbers available listing some of them
63. But there’s one I definitely want sung at my funeral: “Oh, What Songs of the Heart” by Joseph L. Townsend
64. I can vividly remember the day when President John F. Kennedy was shot
65. The same day, but hardly noticed at the time, C.S. Lewis also died in England
66. C.S. Lewis is one of my favorite authors
67. Our first car was a white 1967 Volkswagen
68. We named it Marshmallow
69. When I was a very little boy (say, in about first grade or younger), I thought it would be cool to be a beaver
70. My best friend is my wife
71. Other best friends are my eight children and their spouses
72. Our family started in 1972 when I married my best friend
73. We were married in the Provo Utah Temple
74. I was endowed in the Salt Lake Temple
75. I have been in the actual presence of the last seven Presidents of the Church: David O. McKay, Joseph Fielding Smith, Harold B. Lee, Spencer W. Kimball, Ezra Taft Benson, Howard W. Hunter, and Gordon B. Hinckley
76. I was alive when George Albert Smith was still the President of the Church
77. When I was in high school, my brother and I visited President Joseph Fielding Smith and Sister Jessie Evans Smith in their Eagle Gate apartment
78. I was interviewed a couple of times by Gordon B. Hinckley when I was a missionary
79. My wife and I had dinner one time with President Spencer W. Kimball and Sister Camilla Eyring Kimball; we sat at the same table as the Prophet and his wife
80. According to my best count, I have been in 25 temples (Atlanta, Boise, Idaho Falls, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Lubbock, Nauvoo, Oakland, Reno, St. Louis, San Diego, Sao Paulo, Washington D.C., Winter Quarters, and the 11 currently open temples in Utah)
81. I have seen at least four additional temples from the outside but have not been inside them (Cardston, Denver, Mesa, and Portland)
82. I have also been in the Kirtland Temple
83. And at the temple sites in Independence and Far West in Missouri
84. Another of my favorite authors is David McCullough
85. I have read four of his books: 1776, John Adams, Truman, and Path across the Seas: The Making of the Panama Canal
86. I have toured Harry S Truman’s house in Independence, Missouri (it is now a national historic site)
87. I first read The Lord of the Rings when I was a freshman in college
88. It had a great impact on me
89. I cried when the story ended
90. And I have reread the three-volume work twice since then
91. But the book that has by far had greater impact on my life than any other is the Book of Mormon
92. I first read it all the way through when I was twelve years old
93. My mission lasted twenty-seven months, three months in the Language Training Mission in Provo and twenty-four months in Brazil
94. I returned to Brazil for the first time twenty-four years after I came home from my mission
95. I have visited two of the great waterfalls in the world: Niagara on the border of the United States and Canada, and Iguaçu on the border of Brazil and Argentina
96. Iguaçu is far more impressive
97. I have a weird autoimmune disorder (scleroderma) that most people have never heard of and that took years and years to actually diagnose
98. I have caught a piranha while fishing in the Amazon River
99. I remember seeing the Northern Lights as a kid growing up in Idaho but only once as an adult: one October evening a few years ago while we were driving across Wyoming to go visit our daughter in Kansas City
100. My favorite person in all the world is my wife
101. And I love the Savior
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Books I have been reading
So, it's been nearly a year since I posted a blog on this site.
I last wrote (in March 2006) about a great biography I had read on the life of Harry Truman. Since then I have also read the following books:
I last wrote (in March 2006) about a great biography I had read on the life of Harry Truman. Since then I have also read the following books:
- 1421: The Year China Discovered America (by Gavin Menzies)
- Qualities That Count: Heber J. Grant as Businessman, Missionary, and Apostle (Ronald W. Walker)
- The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)
- His Excellency: George Washington (Joseph J. Ellis)
- Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln (Doris Kearns Goodwin)
- Wedding of the Waters: The Erie Canal and the Making of a Great Nation (Peter L. Bernestein)
- Book of Mormon
- Presidential Doodles (David Greenberg)
- Pearl of Great Price
- Journals of Lewis & Clark (ed. John Bakeless)
- The Form of the Book: Essays on the Morality of Good Design (Jan Tschichold)
I am currently reading Benjamin Franklin: An American Life by Walter Isaacson.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Truman
So last night I finished reading Truman, a 992-page book by David McCullough about the 33rd President of the United States, Harry S. Truman. For someone who loves history, as I do, it was a completely satisfying experience. I recommend the book without reservation.
It is amazing how little some things seem to change in the world. I could draw a lot of parallels with the political climate in our country today.
For most of the nearly eight years he served as President, Truman was greatly disliked by many people, at times (if one can believe public opinion polls) by most people, yet he doggedly pursued a steady course forward based on what he thought was the right thing to do. He was a man of uncommon integrity and had some pretty tough choices to make as the United States ended World War II and embarked on its post-war leadership of the free world. He defined in large measure how our country would participate in the Cold War over the next four decades.
His committing the nation to a war in Korea was particularly unpopular at the time, but in hindsight undoubtedly contained the spread of communism in that part of the world and kept us out of a third world war.
A fascinating thing about history is that at the time it is being made the participants do not know how things are going to turn out in the end. What can appear so obvious to us, from our armchairs on Monday morning, was not at all obvious at the time. Sort of like the outcome of a hotly contested basketball game. It ain't over until it's over.
It is amazing how little some things seem to change in the world. I could draw a lot of parallels with the political climate in our country today.
For most of the nearly eight years he served as President, Truman was greatly disliked by many people, at times (if one can believe public opinion polls) by most people, yet he doggedly pursued a steady course forward based on what he thought was the right thing to do. He was a man of uncommon integrity and had some pretty tough choices to make as the United States ended World War II and embarked on its post-war leadership of the free world. He defined in large measure how our country would participate in the Cold War over the next four decades.
His committing the nation to a war in Korea was particularly unpopular at the time, but in hindsight undoubtedly contained the spread of communism in that part of the world and kept us out of a third world war.
A fascinating thing about history is that at the time it is being made the participants do not know how things are going to turn out in the end. What can appear so obvious to us, from our armchairs on Monday morning, was not at all obvious at the time. Sort of like the outcome of a hotly contested basketball game. It ain't over until it's over.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Ward conference
So far this winter has been very well behaved: lots of snow in the mountains, some rain here in the valleys, reasonable temperatures, that sort of thing. Until today, at least. A major winter storm has moved into Utah, and it's actually dumping snow all over the place, on our sidewalks, the driveway, the roads, nasty places like that.
I attended ward conference in the Bountiful Fourth Ward this afternoon. I was there in my role as high councilor. Very inspirational meetings. During the first hour President Kenneth Olson led a tender discussion in a combined session of all the adults on caring for one another.
During the second hour was regular Sunday School classes, so I came home and shoveled sidewalks and driveway. (I had, by the way, already attended Sunday School in our ward this morning.)
I then returned during the third hour for their sacrament meeting. Bishop Tom Foy gave a marvelous talk on faith in the Lord, using his mother-in-law (Virginia Regis) as an example of faith on her CES mission to Tonga, starting when she was assigned to teach at the Liahona High School and had to figure out how to call roll when the Tongan names consisted of about 55 vowels each. He also told about a little boy who expected and received a miracle with his pet horny toad. President Cory Hanks, in his first ward conference address since becoming our stake president last September, spoke a little about faith, recounting his finding a prized watch when he was about six or seven years old after extended prayers that he might find it. He also talked about going to the temple and promised the Fourth Warders that everything in their lives would go better if they attended the temple more often.
At the start of the meeting the counselor in the bishopric who was conducting the meeting announced that a granddaughter of the Wall family who had just married in December was killed in a car accident on their way to Arizona for an open house. Her new husband is in the hospital in critical condition, unaware yet that his bride had died. Very sad.
Well, it's time to go shovel some more snow.
I attended ward conference in the Bountiful Fourth Ward this afternoon. I was there in my role as high councilor. Very inspirational meetings. During the first hour President Kenneth Olson led a tender discussion in a combined session of all the adults on caring for one another.
During the second hour was regular Sunday School classes, so I came home and shoveled sidewalks and driveway. (I had, by the way, already attended Sunday School in our ward this morning.)
I then returned during the third hour for their sacrament meeting. Bishop Tom Foy gave a marvelous talk on faith in the Lord, using his mother-in-law (Virginia Regis) as an example of faith on her CES mission to Tonga, starting when she was assigned to teach at the Liahona High School and had to figure out how to call roll when the Tongan names consisted of about 55 vowels each. He also told about a little boy who expected and received a miracle with his pet horny toad. President Cory Hanks, in his first ward conference address since becoming our stake president last September, spoke a little about faith, recounting his finding a prized watch when he was about six or seven years old after extended prayers that he might find it. He also talked about going to the temple and promised the Fourth Warders that everything in their lives would go better if they attended the temple more often.
At the start of the meeting the counselor in the bishopric who was conducting the meeting announced that a granddaughter of the Wall family who had just married in December was killed in a car accident on their way to Arizona for an open house. Her new husband is in the hospital in critical condition, unaware yet that his bride had died. Very sad.
Well, it's time to go shovel some more snow.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
A new year
Happy New Year to one and all!
2005 has gone the way of all those other years I can remember from, say, about 1955 or 56, when I was six or seven. We talked to the grandson who lives with us (he's still four) about how tomorrow was a whole new year, and I think he had absolutely no idea what we were talking about.
Many years ago, as we were putting our numerous little children to bed on a New Year's Eve, we said to tender-hearted little Camilla, "Good-night, we'll see you next year," and she burst into tears, not realizing it was just until the next morning. And now she and her husband are expecting a new little one of their own. The cyle of life rolls on.
Sometime around 10:00 last night, our oldest granddaughter (who is nine) called to report that she and her family had just finished reading the Book of Mormon, as our prophet, President Gordon B. Hinckley, had asked us to do before the end of the year. That's cutting it close, but hey it was before the end of the year.
I was pondering last night, in the waning minutes of the old year, that on the previous New Year's Eve my brother Kay and his family had no idea it would be the last one they'd ever spend with their wife/mother/grandmother. She was diagnosed with stomach cancer in March and died in October.
That is a part of the genius of this mortal schooling the Lord has prepared for us: We never know when our turn is over. We never know when the final test is coming. We have to keep up on our homework. None of this last-minute cramming. Rather, there must be an ongoing vigilence, an attention to duty and relationships, a readiness for whenever the call comes to return home. We cannot procrastinate the day of our repentance.
Here is not our real home; we are simply away at boarding school. Yet sometimes we act as though we get to stay here pretty much indefinitely. Our attention and affections are on the things, the associations, the stuff of this world--and undoubtedly some of that may be appropriate as long as we keep it in proper perspective, remembering that our first loyalty has to be to the things of eternity, building relationships that can last into the next world, doing the things that our Heavenly Father wants us to be doing, things like exercising faith, repenting of our sins, entering into and keeping sacred covenants, strengthening our families, enduring to the end--in short, staying safely on the path, living the gospel, doing our homework, learning the lessons we were sent here to learn.
And keeping in touch with our heavenly home. We do that through prayer. (I had to throw that in because prayer was the topic of my first high council talk of the new year. I spoke earlier today in the 15th Ward sacrament meeting. It's always a great experience to meet with the wonderful Saints in that ward. I have many friends there.)
2005 has gone the way of all those other years I can remember from, say, about 1955 or 56, when I was six or seven. We talked to the grandson who lives with us (he's still four) about how tomorrow was a whole new year, and I think he had absolutely no idea what we were talking about.
Many years ago, as we were putting our numerous little children to bed on a New Year's Eve, we said to tender-hearted little Camilla, "Good-night, we'll see you next year," and she burst into tears, not realizing it was just until the next morning. And now she and her husband are expecting a new little one of their own. The cyle of life rolls on.
Sometime around 10:00 last night, our oldest granddaughter (who is nine) called to report that she and her family had just finished reading the Book of Mormon, as our prophet, President Gordon B. Hinckley, had asked us to do before the end of the year. That's cutting it close, but hey it was before the end of the year.
I was pondering last night, in the waning minutes of the old year, that on the previous New Year's Eve my brother Kay and his family had no idea it would be the last one they'd ever spend with their wife/mother/grandmother. She was diagnosed with stomach cancer in March and died in October.
That is a part of the genius of this mortal schooling the Lord has prepared for us: We never know when our turn is over. We never know when the final test is coming. We have to keep up on our homework. None of this last-minute cramming. Rather, there must be an ongoing vigilence, an attention to duty and relationships, a readiness for whenever the call comes to return home. We cannot procrastinate the day of our repentance.
Here is not our real home; we are simply away at boarding school. Yet sometimes we act as though we get to stay here pretty much indefinitely. Our attention and affections are on the things, the associations, the stuff of this world--and undoubtedly some of that may be appropriate as long as we keep it in proper perspective, remembering that our first loyalty has to be to the things of eternity, building relationships that can last into the next world, doing the things that our Heavenly Father wants us to be doing, things like exercising faith, repenting of our sins, entering into and keeping sacred covenants, strengthening our families, enduring to the end--in short, staying safely on the path, living the gospel, doing our homework, learning the lessons we were sent here to learn.
And keeping in touch with our heavenly home. We do that through prayer. (I had to throw that in because prayer was the topic of my first high council talk of the new year. I spoke earlier today in the 15th Ward sacrament meeting. It's always a great experience to meet with the wonderful Saints in that ward. I have many friends there.)
Friday, December 30, 2005
Books read
Welcome to Shauna as a fellow blogger.
I've been sick this week, which hasn't been all that fun, but I think I am beginning to recover. The first day I stayed home I slept most of the day and then still slept that night. Subsequent days I rested a lot but was still able to get some reading done. I am about half way through a new book I received as a Christmas gift, a biography of the Prophet Joseph Smith by Richard Lyman Bushman, Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling, a cultural biography of Mormonism's founder published just this year by Alfred A. Knopf in New York. I had a lot of other titles to choose from, which were also Christmas gifts, but I decided to start this one first since just last week we commemorated the 200th anniversary of Joseph's birth.
I have read 12 other books this year, down slightly from my yearly average of about 14, which is pretty good considering I spent big chunks of the year compiling, editing, and publishing my first two books: Batt & Lee Ancestors in March 2005 and Claudia: An Elect Lady in May 2005. I have three other books in varying degress of preparation: my missionary journal (which I had hoped to have completed by December 2005, the 35th anniversary of my returning from my mission), a compilation of sermons delivered by members of our family through the years, and a compilation of blessings given to members of our family.
The books I read this year include:
I've been sick this week, which hasn't been all that fun, but I think I am beginning to recover. The first day I stayed home I slept most of the day and then still slept that night. Subsequent days I rested a lot but was still able to get some reading done. I am about half way through a new book I received as a Christmas gift, a biography of the Prophet Joseph Smith by Richard Lyman Bushman, Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling, a cultural biography of Mormonism's founder published just this year by Alfred A. Knopf in New York. I had a lot of other titles to choose from, which were also Christmas gifts, but I decided to start this one first since just last week we commemorated the 200th anniversary of Joseph's birth.
I have read 12 other books this year, down slightly from my yearly average of about 14, which is pretty good considering I spent big chunks of the year compiling, editing, and publishing my first two books: Batt & Lee Ancestors in March 2005 and Claudia: An Elect Lady in May 2005. I have three other books in varying degress of preparation: my missionary journal (which I had hoped to have completed by December 2005, the 35th anniversary of my returning from my mission), a compilation of sermons delivered by members of our family through the years, and a compilation of blessings given to members of our family.
The books I read this year include:
- Fire in the Bones: William Tyndale--Martyr, Father of the English Bible, by S. Michael Wilcox (completed Jan 1, 2005)
- The Total Money Makeover: A Proven Plan for Financial Fitness, by Dave Ramsey (Feb 7, 2005)
- Remembering Joseph: Personal Recollections of Those Who Knew the Prophet Joseph Smith, by Mark L. McConkie (June 17, 2005)
- 1776, by David McCullough (July 28, 2005)
- Book of Mormon (Aug 3, 2005)
- Prelude to Glory: Our Sacred Honor (vol 1), by Ron Carter (Aug 13, 2005)
- From Yalta to Berlin: The Cold War Struggle over Germany, by W. R. Smyser (Sept 10, 2005)
- The Path between the Seas: The Creation of the Panama Canal 1870-1914, by David McCullough (Dec 14, 2005)
- Book of Mormon (Dec 23, 2005)
- The World According to Mister Rogers: Important Things to Remember, by Fred Rogers (Dec 26, 2005)
- Our Search for Happiness, by M. Russell Ballard (Dec 27, 2005)
- Pearl of Great Price (anticipated completion Dec 31, 2005)
Monday, December 26, 2005
Why there is no Interstate 50
The Interstate highway system is one of the great public works of all time. I have had a long fascination with the system, what it has done for America, and the places it has taken me and my family. I figured out years ago that the numbering system has even-numbered routes ending in zeros (such as I-10, I-20, I-80, I-90) running east and west across the country and odd-numbered routes ending in fives (such as I-5, I-15, I-25, I-95) runing north and south. Other even- and odd-numbered routes, oriented basically east-west and north-south respectively, fill in the rest of the system.
So one day, several years ago, I was studying a highway map of the United States and was surprised to find no Interstate 50 anywhere in the country.
"Why is there no Interstate 50?" I asked one of my daughters who was sitting nearby. The question was genuine.
I did not yet know, but found out from subsequent research, that when the new system was imposed on the country, overlaying the old U.S. highway numbering system, it was decided that duplicate numbers from the two highway systems could not co-exist in the same state.
The east-west even numbers of the old U.S. highway system increase from north to south (U.S. 30 is farther north than U.S. 50, for example). The east-west even numbers of the new Interstate system decrease from north to south (I-80 is farther north than I-10). The duplication would have become a problem in the middle latitudes of the country, where 50s and 60s could likely run through the same middle states. So, the people who think up these things merely decided never to construct an I-50 or an I-60.
And that is why there is no Interstate 50. Or 60.
So one day, several years ago, I was studying a highway map of the United States and was surprised to find no Interstate 50 anywhere in the country.
"Why is there no Interstate 50?" I asked one of my daughters who was sitting nearby. The question was genuine.
I did not yet know, but found out from subsequent research, that when the new system was imposed on the country, overlaying the old U.S. highway numbering system, it was decided that duplicate numbers from the two highway systems could not co-exist in the same state.
The east-west even numbers of the old U.S. highway system increase from north to south (U.S. 30 is farther north than U.S. 50, for example). The east-west even numbers of the new Interstate system decrease from north to south (I-80 is farther north than I-10). The duplication would have become a problem in the middle latitudes of the country, where 50s and 60s could likely run through the same middle states. So, the people who think up these things merely decided never to construct an I-50 or an I-60.
And that is why there is no Interstate 50. Or 60.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Christmas day
So, here we are on the evening of Christmas Day. In the waning days of 2005 I finally join my eight children (and three of my children-in-law) in starting a blog.
It has been a wonderful, long day, beginning with an early wake-up call (at 6:50 this morning) for all who were staying or visiting at our house to accommodate our four-year-old grandson who had to be to his other grandmother's house by 8:00. Then we went to church at 10:30. In the afternoon all the family (except daughter and family in Texas) gathered again for the delicious feast prepared by Grandma Claudia, the third such meal in as many days.
There is a story behind the name of this blog but that belongs to another day.
It has been a wonderful, long day, beginning with an early wake-up call (at 6:50 this morning) for all who were staying or visiting at our house to accommodate our four-year-old grandson who had to be to his other grandmother's house by 8:00. Then we went to church at 10:30. In the afternoon all the family (except daughter and family in Texas) gathered again for the delicious feast prepared by Grandma Claudia, the third such meal in as many days.
There is a story behind the name of this blog but that belongs to another day.
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