Thursday, April 28, 2011

Making it Eternal


April 21, 2011 is a day we had long awaited.  Doc and I were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple! Above is a picture of us heading out to Salt Lake . . . plenty early. Rachelle came at 6 a.m. (before the chickens were up) and curled my hair and did my make up-- truly a kindness! I even felt like a bride.


Here we are after the sealing on the temple steps. 


Look how ornate the door knobs are to the temple.


Following the sealing ceremony and after a few pictures, we were off to a luncheon at the Lion House.  Now the Lion House is significant because while serving our medical missions when we couldn't get anyone on the medical list to answer their phone, Doc would say, "They're out having lunch at the Lion House with their family." Soooo, we just had to enjoy lunch at the Lion House with our family too!

The menu was fresh fruit with a lime dressing, chicken stuffed crepes with wild rice and steamed squash, melt in your mouth famous Lion House rolls with honey butter and raspberry cheesecake.



Sorry Rachelle, I only got a picture of your hands!?! I guess I can't see as well as hear. 


All of our family except Marshall and Christina who live in Belgium were in attendance.  What a blessing!


Mission Report and Sunday Brunch


Our mission report was on April 17, 2011.  Doc and I were the only speakers. Our theme was Alma 37:6-7 "Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me; but behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise. And the Lord God doth work by means to bring about his great and eternal purposes; and by very small means the Lord doth confound the wise and bringeth about the salvation of many souls."

Following Sacrament Meeting, we held a brunch at our home.  The weather cooperated and it was a grand day for us. The girls all came on Saturday afternoon and helped prepare the food.  The menu included Betty Garber's Jewish noodle pudding (pictured above),  President & Sister Pehrson's Swedish Rice Pudding (pictured below), Sister Roach's breakfast casserole, fresh fruit and dip, spring pasta salad, meat and cheese trays, Bratton's New England clam chowder, Boston baked beans candy, Munson's creme brulee chocolates, pineapple & mandarin orange boats, and last but not least, Chelsey made 72 lobster-shaped sugar cookies. 

Home Sweet Home


A lot has happened over the past few weeks.  Thanks to the family who took a few snapshots.  Here is the scene when we pulled into Spanish Fork.  I admit, I'd been dreaming of this moment in time for over a year.  How blessed we are to have such a great family.  Everyone adds so much to our lives and we love all dearly.

We rolled into Spanish Fork at 9 p.m.  Here are a few pictures of our grand reunion.




Thursday, April 7, 2011

See the USA in Your Chevrolet . . . Really a Nissan Pathfinder


I LOVE America!  Every time we road trip, I feel a reverence for this promised land. Driving back to Utah was no exception.  The following pictures were taken from the car window as we drove past the various sites.

The above photo is of a car factory in either Pennsylvania or Ohio. 



We have driven past this implement factory in Iowa several. We remembered the stacked trailers.  This time I wasn't driving and could take a few pictures.



Iowa has some of prettiest farm land.  Acres and acres of land were waiting for spring planting. I also love how neat and kept the farm houses are. 


Wind farms dot the countryside in Nebraska and Wyoming. It's quite a sight to see the huge turbines whirl.


I can't remember the significance of the bridge that spanned the freeway but it had some impressive sculptures on each end.  Notice the ominous sky.


Nebraska hosts the national headquarters of Cabella's.  The huge store has some impressive bronze sculptures surrounding it.


Hurray . . .  MOUNTAINS! 


Mountains never looked so beautiful.


Yipeee, Utah! Just a few short miles and we're HOME!

I know we were protected in our travel, both while serving and while driving home.  Heavenly Father was ever mindful of us.  Knowing we had storms in store for some of our trip home, we prayed Heavenly Father would temper the weather.  For most of the trip, the weather was cold but roads were clear. The last day of our journey snow and rain were predicted through Nebraska, Wyoming and Utah. Knowing that Wyoming can get some nasty storms that close the freeway, we left our trip in the Lord's hands.  As we drove through the storms, it was obvious the heavy parts were on our right and on our left, literally. It was as if the clouds were parted. I had the overpowering feeling Heavenly Father was tenderly caring for us and our return.  How grateful I am.

It's so good to be home!

Who Are the People in Your Neighborhood


One of the very best parts of serving a mission is the wonderful people you meet.  They really have left imprints on our hearts. 

The above photo is of Wendy and Howard Posner.  We met them at the Avon Ward.  They hosted us on New Years Eve and also had a nice dinner for us just before we left.  The Posners are Jewish converts.  Their testimonies are incredible.  How we love them.  Sister Posner teaches the investigator's Sunday School class. I feel like I have known her much longer. They have family in Lehi, Utah and have promised to call us when they come our way this May.


Our dear, dear downstairs neighbor is Betty Garber.  She is the sweetest Jewish widow.  The above picture is of us at the Thai Palace just a few days before we left.  We enjoyed mini chats in her kitchen and she shared some great Jewish recipes along with her love.  I'd always pick up extra raspberries or strawberries at Sam's Club and share them with her. I told her she's going to refer to me as her "Fruity Mormon Friend!" 


The above picture is of Frank, our Jewish security guard at the 600 Apartment complex.  He was so friendly and always had a smile for us. I'd always fix an extra plate of food for him. It was hard to say goodbye to this dear friend.


Tatiana was the morning security gate guard.  She too always smiled and waved as we came and went.  She's the first person we met the day we drove into the complex last April.  I didn't get photos of Audrey, tiny Faye or Lillian but they were wonderful gate guards too.


Our neighbors across the hall are Herb and Julia Wright.  They were always so warm and welcoming. For Valentine's Day, I gave them fresh strawberries and fruit dip.  She called shortly after I gave it to her and wanted the recipe.  The funny part is while she repeated the ingredients and instructions to her daughter who was writing it down, she looked over at Herb and he was writing it down too.  We laughed and said it was Herbie's fruit dip. Great, great people!


Although no person is found in this photo, I just had to include it because we came to be great friends with the post office workers.  It's against the law to take pictures inside so this one just has to do.  Geneva, Marian, and Robert helped with letters, cards, and packages.  I jokingly said the post office in Men in Black II is fashioned after this New England post office because it is always busy and is so tiny inside. The truth is they were saddened to learn of our return to Utah and we have fond memories of them too.

Load 'em Up; Move 'em Out


The long awaited day arrived to say goodbye to our friends in Connecticut and trek home to Utah.  On Friday, March 25, we had a final apartment inspection at 2:30 p.m. and then we drove into the sunset.  But before that happened there was a bit of cleaning, packing, cleaning and did I mention packing.  Elder Mendenhall did a superb job to fill every little nook and cranny in the car.  It's a bit surprising we didn't do wheelies all the way home with the amount of things and extra weight.


Here I am, getting ready to board the Pathfinder express. P.S.  Notice the ruby slippers. I told everyone I was going to click my heels three times and say the words, "There's no place like home", just like Dorothy.


This is the inside view just behind the passenger seat. Crazy, huh.

The first night we stayed in Drums, Pennsylvania. With the lack of sleep and excitement to be completing our mission, it's a miracle we made it that far.  The second day we drove to Lombard, Illinois and stayed across the street from our old apartment. We stayed at the Weston Hotel that we watched being built just a few years ago.  Sunday we attended church at the Naperville Stake Center, had lunch at the Morton Arboretum and then it was off again.  This time we drove as far as Council Bluff, Iowa.

Notice in the pictures our nice road bikes attached to the bike rack at the back of our car.  Well, someone during the hours of 11 p.m. and 4 a.m. decided to relieve us of our bikes.  Yup, they cut the tungsten steel bike cable and stole our bikes!  The weather forecast was for snow. Elder Mendenhall didn't sleep well because he was worried about driving conditions. When he awoke to check to see if the snow had started yet, to his dismay he couldn't see our bikes.  He got dressed and went down to the car.  We couldn't believe someone would steal them.  By that time we were both wide awake. We quickly got ready for the day, gave a report to the police and started down the road. We had reservations to stay in Laramie, Wyoming but it was still daytime so we just kept on driving and drove into the welcoming arms of our family in Spanish Fork at 9 p.m.   


This last photo is a picture of Elder Mendenhall unloading the car the next morning.  Ahhhhh, there really isn't a better place to be than home!


Monday, March 21, 2011

The Birthplace of the American Revolution

Part of what has made our mission to the Northeast special is the historical significance of the land and places. Even the town next to Bloomfield called Windsor was settled in 1633! It's humbling to know the land we walk on was also trod by early Americans, patriots, and possibly Doc's distant relatives.  Here is a heritage and when we visit sites like Lexington and Concord, Massachusetts, we feel a reverence for what took place here.

It's as though the land is whispering, remember, remember what we fought for. I believe the Revolutionary War was fought as part of the great plan so freedoms were in place so the gospel of Jesus Christ could be restored. This is a promised land. We can feel it walking the trails in Lexington, Concord and the like.

So, on Sat., March 19, 2011, we journeyed to the Massachusetts Boston Mission office to deliver some items the new AMA will need.  We were greeted warmly by President Evans and his Assistants to the President. Following our brief stop, we were off to Revolutionary War country. 


Between Lexington and Concord is the Minute Man National Park. It's one of the starting places for numerous walking paths that trace the ride of Paul Revere, William Dawes and Samuel Prescott.  The above picture is the huge mural depicting the first confrontation that took place at the Battle Green in Lexington.

Just as a refresher, in the early months of 1775, General Thomas Gage, commander of the British forces occupied Boston. The colonists were not happy with the mother country's iron fist toward economic policies. Gage had been ordered to arrest Samuel Adams and John Hancock, two rebel rousers. Instead Gage decided to do a less inflammatory maneuver and confiscate the colonists arms. Gage learned the colonists were storing arms in nearby Concord. On the evening of April 18, he order over 800 of his finest men to conduct a raid and destory the weapons. Colonial intelligence learned of this plans and riders including Paul Revere, were sent to warm the country side that the British Regular troops were on the move. 




On the triangle of land behind this Minute Man statue, the first conflict of the American Revolutionary War began on the morning of April 19, 1775.

Due to delays the British didn't arrive until almost 6 a.m. Captain John Parker's militia of 75 men had moved from Buckman Tavern and were assembed on the Green. They were ready to defend their town and their rights. Under orders to not fire unless fired upon first, the militia met the Regulars. The Red Coat muskets were loaded and bayonets attached.  They formed a line where the flagpole is located on the Green.  British officers at the front of the line on horseback tried to defuse the situation and ordered the militia to lay down their arms and disperse. Capt. Parker seeing the great discrepancy in manpower and arms, order his men to dispers and not to fire. 

Suddenly a gun shot rang out and mayhem began. Who fired first is still a mystery. The rank and file Regulars believing they were being fired upon and itching for a chance to act forcibly against the rebels spontaneously opened fire. Several of the militia were felled during the ferocious volley. In a few minutes, eight of the colonists were dead and nine others wounded.  One Red Coat was wounded. The British decided to proceed to Concord and complete their mission. Little did they know a long day awaited them. 

The bodies of those who lost their lives that morning are entombed at the Battle Green.

Each April 19th, at 5:45 a.m., volunteers reenact the battle.


Isn't this cut out impressive of Paul Revere warning the countryside of the marching British?



Here'a a picture of the recreated North Bridge in Concord were the second real confict took place. The colonists had time to assemble and were ready to fight.

British soldiers began searching house-to-house for arms. Militia men advanced on the three British companies that were led to guard the bridge. The British fired a volly that killed two Minute Men. Major John Buttrick of Concord gave the order, "Fire, fellow soldiers, for God's sake, fire!" For the first time colonials fired a volley into the ranks of British soldiers. Two British soldiers were killed. The fighting continued. The British, out nunbered four to one and with half of their officers wounded, retreated to the center of town. A running skirmish ensued between the enlarging militia and Regulars back to Boston. The British encountered heavy, unrelenting fire from the hundreds of militiamen behind building, wall and tree, but the range was too great for the muskets to do much damage and the British escaped with relatively few injuries. 

At the end of the day, the British had 73 dead, 174 wounded with 26 missing. Colonial losses were 49 dead, 40 wounded and 5 missing.

The battle at North Bridge became known as "the shot heard round the world."





We were greeted at North Bridge by a Revolutionary War volunteer. Even though it was cold, he was happy to answer our questions.



Next to North Bridge is the Old Manse home.  Occupants watched the horrific battle. Later it became the home to several literary people.



At the North Bridge Visitor Center, several gardens and walking paths dot the landscape.


To complete the day, we just had to stop by Walden Pond that inspired Henry David Thoreau's writtings.  It was more like a lake than a pond in our estimation and Doc was surprised that Thoreau had to transcend railroad construction and commercialization of the pond.  Thoreau's small cabin was recreated. It's the size of a tent and had a cot, wood-burning stove, small desk and chair. His matra was live simply.