Elder James B. Wasden

(Begin at lower left corner and count from the left side each time)

1. Ellis, Logan; 2. M. N. Fisher, East Mill Creek; 3. James M. Smith, Logan; 4 Thurber, Richfield; 5. L. R. Anderson, Manti; 6. David H. Elton, Salt Lake City

7. Brown, Office; 8. Naylor, Office; 9. Pres. Elias S. Kimball; 10. Woodmansee, Office; 11. N. L. Nelson, Office; 12. J. A. Wixom, Brigham City

13. Parsons, Koosharem; 14. Wilkison, Richfield; 15. James B. Wasden, Gunnison; 16. Price, Mill Creek; 17. Thos. G. Fraser, Gunnison; 18. Larson, Coville; 19. Osborn, Rexburg, Idaho

This photograph has been in the safe keeping of our cousin, David Wasden (Uncle Brooks son, for those who are not familiar with that piece of genealogy). David and I made a trade. I sent him CD copies of Uncle Brooks and Aunt Lorraine visiting with Mother and Dad back in the late 1970's. In return, David had his son, Steven, make a copy of this photo, which I received in an email today. What a fun addition to our Penrose Mornings record. David had a difficult time transcribing the names of the people in the photo. Many of the names were incomplete, or were terribly faded, but there is one person in that photo who cannot be mistaken for anyone else but our Grandfather. I think he was a very handsome young man. No wonder Grandma was willing to marry him and then work so hard to survive while he was gone!

Messing Up the Blog

I have been messing up the blog in stages.  Feel free to change back.  Now must fix the transparent background and text color but am exasperated enough for the moment.  I hate, hate Blogger.  But I decided we need flowers.  So rather than comment just fix it back how you want it.  H & K.

Another Christmas Memory

"THE" CHRISTMAS TREE

The picture of this tree is not to make everyone go "ohh, ahh" but is an illustration that goes with a Christmas reminder story.
On a nice cold snowy afternoon we got into the truck and went to our favorite "cut your own tree" farm.  Much to our chagrin the farm was closed.  The owner was walking in his driveway so we stopped to talk with him.  Seems that he had a operation in the summer and didn't get into fields to trim his trees so he was going to take the year off. 
Disappointed we went back to the shop and started our search for a new place to cut a tree.  We found several, made phone calls and checked on prices.  Mary Lynn found one that was close by and any size tree was $30.00.  Mary Lynn likes a bargain.  So the next morning we piled into the truck and off we went. 
We found the place to be a small unassuming little place with a row of cut trees leaning on a cable stretched across the yard.  I immediately expressed my skepticism but Mary Lynn said we could at least look.  The trees by the road were short and scraggly and I was unimpressed, but by this time Mary Lynn had rang the door bell and a little old lady, probably in her 80s met us.  We were told that we could go in the back lot and pick and cut our own if we'd like and she handed me a saw.  Off we went, trudging through the deep snow. 
The trees were not well kept but Mary Lynn was thrilled and had already picked out several that she said would be satisfactory.  While we were looking Mary Lynn told me what she had gleaned from her conversation with the proprietor.  One, she was probably a widow, two the person that cut the trees was her son which meant that he was at least my age.
And the thing that I gleaned from our conversation was that Mary Lynn was going to buy  a Christmas tree from this sweet little old lady regardless.  And so we did.  I drug the tree to the truck while Mary Lynn went to pay the lady, (she gave us an oven mitt for cutting our own tree).  Still mumbling about the quality of the tree I was stretching a bungee cord to hold the pickup bed cover down when I let it slip, it hit me in the mouth causing great pain and a very swollen lip.  Mary Lynn while sympathetic later suggest that if I had remembered what the tree was really about I might not have needed such a severe reminder.
It is without a doubt one of the most beautiful Christmas trees ever.
(this story has been abbreviated believe it or not)
MERRY CHRISTMAS WITH LOVE

NATIVITY NIGHT LIGHT

This silhouette shadow scene was designed by Mary Lynn, "It will only take you a couple of minutes to cut it out."  Guess it was worth it even though it took 3 or 4 minutes instead.

Joy!

Asleep, the Lord of all.....

Away in a Manager was a childhood favorite.

Holly and Ivy

Felt like singing this one this morning.

Once in David's Royal City........

How much the halos influenced my own Christmas art work during grade school days.

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Over Penrose or Bethlehem

I Heard......

O Come.........

Inside cover with the little Christmas village.  Blessed are those who live here.

                                            Does that copyright say 1938?  Reading Roman Numerals is a lost skill.

The Blood Family Connects For Christmas

I have thought long and hard as to what I could possibly share with you that would allow those sweet feelings that only the combination of Christmas and love of home and family can bring.  Then I reached into the piano bench and retrieved the old Christmas Carol music book.  The edges of each page are well worn from years of use, just as our edges are a little worn.  But the pictures and the music remain inspirational and we are transported to a place that we all love and feel safe.

I plan to post many other pages between now and Christmas.  I hope I can keep my word.  Let each day have a message of hope.

CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

In response to the Christmas tree on the porch, this brings back wonderful memories.  I spent a lot of time trying to stuff the cat into the truck to take it for a ride.  I don't recall which cat but I do know that is was not on board with the program.