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Wednesday, June 26, 2013 • Posted June 27, 2013
A patch above the left shirt pocket on my Boy Scout uniform says, “National Jamboree, Colorado Springs, Fifty Years of Scouting, 1910-1960.” On my uniform belt buckle, engraved in pewter, are the words, “100 Years of Scouting, 1910-2010.” It recently dawned on me that I have been involved in the Boy Scout movement for more than fifty years—a half century!
Wednesday, June 19, 2013 • Posted June 20, 2013
Dieter F. Uchtdorf tells a story about a man “whose lifelong dream was to board a cruise ship and sail the Mediterranean Sea. He dreamed of walking the streets of Rome, Athens, and Istanbul. He saved every penny until he had enough for his passage. Since money was tight, he brought an extra suitcase filled with cans of beans, boxes of crackers, and bags of powdered lemonade, and that is what he lived on every day. “He would have loved to take part in the many activities offered on the ship ...
Wednesday, June 12, 2013 • Posted June 13, 2013
When one lives in a border city with a population that is well over ninety percent Hispanic, one’s blonde, blue-eyed children tend to stand out in the community and at school. One day we were approached by a lady who had noticed our two grade school-aged daughters. She said that she ran an ad agency and had difficulty finding young Anglo models.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013 • Posted May 29, 2013
While discussing the pros and cons of learning a second language, my brother Jay R reminded me of the story about a mouse that was being bullied by a big, ugly cat. The beleaguered mouse poured out its soul to an even tinier mouse who, upon hearing the sad tale, promised to be of help.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013 • Posted May 23, 2013
When I enrolled at the university for the first time, there were almost as many students as there were permanent residents in the college town. Jobs were hard to come by. Government-backed student loans had yet to become popular. Unless one had some parents with deep pockets, it was customary for students to work their way through school. I had just come up out of Mexico with very little in the way of worldly goods.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013 • Posted May 16, 2013
In 1838, my great-great grandfather, Tarlton Lewis, along with several thousand other converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, gathered in Missouri. They were unwelcome, not so much because of their religion, but because they were not sympathetic to slavery. The locals perceived, and with good reason, that the “Mormon” influx could decide whether or not Missouri would enter the Union as a slave state.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013 • Posted May 10, 2013
I recently received an email from my brother, Dale, saying that he is considering retirement. A few days later he sent me a picture of a corner in his home with a note that said, “After almost 40 years of marriage I have finally arrived. I now have my very own man-corner.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013 • Posted May 1, 2013
The little red bicycle was beautiful and I was more than excited when Santa Claus gave it to me for Christmas. Living in Utah, I had to wait for the snow and ice to melt from the sidewalk so I could ride it. When I finally got the chance, Dad lugged it out of the garage and helped me climb on.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013 • Posted April 25, 2013
After graduating from high school, I spent the summer with my parents in Mexico City. We had had a parrot for several years that would sing, say “piojitos” (fleas) when its head was scratched and, with a little encouragement, would repeat some words and phrases as well as whistle and sing.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013 • Posted April 17, 2013
As a youngster in elementary school I was a shy one. I seldom got into trouble because I was afraid to. The teaching staff put a label across my forehead that said I was a good boy who madegood grades and seldom needed discipline. That label earned me the coveted position of School Projectionist.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013 • Posted April 10, 2013
While attending a recent meeting in Bulverde, Texas, I found myself sitting next to Dean and Betty Dowd. They informed me that they were Family History consultants and would be staying after the meeting ended in order to help people interested in tracing their ancestry. I informed them of my interest in tracing my family tree but that I had no information with me.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013 • Posted April 5, 2013
A story has long been circulated that has been attributed to several sources including Aesop and his fables. It goes something like this: A young girl was trudging along a mountain path trying to reach her grandmother’s house. It was bitter cold, and the wind cut like a knife. When she was within sight of her destination, she heard a rustle at her feet. Looking down, she saw a snake.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013 • Posted March 28, 2013
Theodore Tilton penned a poem entitled, “Even This Shall Pass Away”: Once in Persia reigned a king Who upon his signet ring Graved a maxim true and wise, Which, if held before his eyes Gave him counsel at a glance, Fit for every change and chance. Solemn words, and these are they: “Even this shall pass away.” Trains of camels through the sand Brought his gems from Samarcand; Fleets of galleys through the seas Brought him pearls to match with these.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013 • Posted March 22, 2013
Robert “Bob” Smith was my sophomore biology teacher at the American School of Monterrey, Mexico. He was also my scoutmaster. Sitting around the campfire one night during a backpacking trip into the nearby mountains, he told his young charges stories about rattlesnakes and other denizens of the wild. He explained that because snakes are cold-blooded, they have been known to escape the cool of the night by crawling into the warm bedding of unsuspecting campers.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013 • Posted March 14, 2013
It was but a small descent from the original settlers of the beautiful Heber Valley in Utah to Aunt Ruby’s front door. As a child I loved our Sunday afternoon forays from Salt Lake City to the frequent family gatherings in her living room. The men would talk deer hunting and dairy farming while the women would catch up on quilting, weddings and recipes.