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Wednesday, August 28, 2013 • Posted August 30, 2013
Across the street from where I grew up was Trudy and Owen Frame’s little café and ice cream store, the White Spot. I remember one hot summer day my cousin and I decided to find out just how compassionate the proprietors might be toward two overheated and underfunded little street urchins.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013 • Posted August 23, 2013
Van Horn, Texas, 1982. I had made it through my first year as a high school principal—almost. Now I had to get through graduation. As the end of the year approached, the senior class sponsor handed me a paper and said, “This is the program for this year’s commencement exercises.” I thanked her and told her I would look it over.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013 • Posted August 16, 2013
Like most youth groups, the “Magnet STAR” kids needed to raise some funds in order to carry out their high school theatre activities. They came to me, their principal, for some ideas and, most of all, for permission. There had already been countless student sales of popcorn, cookies, knick-knacks, discount coupons, chocolate bars, car washes and cupcakes.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013 • Posted August 8, 2013
Three of our thirteen grandchildren live close enough to regularly enjoy our farm animals. Mikaela is seven, Annabelle is five and Everlee is two. When Mikaela was about five years old I caught her chasing some little goats with a stick. “Now, don’t you go to chasing the goats like that,” I cautioned her.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013 • Posted August 1, 2013
Over the years as a school administrator I attended many seminars and conferences designed to improve leadership skills. But the best, most effective leadership training I ever received was “Woodbadge” training by the Boy Scouts of America at Philmont Scout Ranch near Cimarron, New Mexico. It was leadership training in an outdoor setting.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 • Posted July 25, 2013
After viewing a black and white science fiction movie about the first men to the moon, I asked my oldest brother if he thought man would ever really set foot there. He quickly responded that he believed we would get there some day. I was nine years old and very skeptical. Later, while watching the television program, “The Wonderful World of Disney,” Walt Disney himself, in a segment called the “World of Tomorrow,” showed us how a three-stage rocket was being considered that might be ca ...
Wednesday, July 17, 2013 • Posted July 19, 2013
While doing research in the schools of Guatemala’s highlands in 1969, I sent letters home describing some of my experiences. The following is taken from those letters: Momostenango, July 11. Yesterday I made the mistake of taking my tape recorder to visit the school at Tierra Colorada. That little extra weight got pretty heavy as I traversed the ten kilometers up and down the mountain trails on foot.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013 • Posted July 11, 2013
I recently came across a box of letters that my parents returned to me many years ago and that I had completely forgotten. Among the letters were some that I had sent from Guatemala while I was doing research as a Brigham Young University graduate student. In the 1960’s in Guatemala if one wanted to become a teacher, he or she had to do a couple of years of public service working in rural areas where teachers were hard to come by.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013 • Posted July 5, 2013
In 1942 Congress passed a joint resolution summarizing the rules for display of the flag. The Federal Flag Code does not proscribe any behavior: it is merely a codification of customs and traditions. Section 176, Respect for flag reads: “No disrespect should be allowed to the flag of the United States of America; the flag should not be dipped to any person or thing.
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.