A Dusting of the Cobwebs....
welcome to my blog!
...allow me a brief introduction...
In a reacent conversation with my daughter, her questions were why I, and her Dad were so quiet about our lifes? Meaning writing or telling about our own personal historys.
I didn't think there was anything important to write about. As I was just a normal person, getting up in the morning and getting the day started, getting kids off to school, or meeting schedules of the whole family, cleaning house, and landry. Keeping little ones busy, and changing diapers, comming home fixing dinner, helping with homework, putting kids to bed, watch some news, go to bed. And then do it all over again the next day. Then some days was teaching lessons in Primary, RS, MIA, Sundayschool, cub scouts, or helping at schools, ect. Family home evening, Visiting teaching, and even some Home teaching and being the family schaefer. most of the time we had one car, 6 kids, one working husband. Oh yes, the multi years of music lessons, and baseball teams, coaching, and even one major jumproap champion, for one daughter.
We had trials too. some were very hard, just thinking about a single memory of losing our son, brings tears. But we are told that this life is to meet trials, and how we handle them will be for our own eternal growth.
A very wise Stake President, President Alred, once said "We are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity. We will work by the sweat of our brow, to work our way through this life... But remember we are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity."
So, I welcome you to my blog. Please feel free to stay and go as you please, and wander where you wish. And, as always, feel comfortable in sharing those stories that you may feel are just "an every day" thing as well...
The Catfish...
Before I was in Kindergarten, I remember my brothers riding their bikes to the boat harbor in Provo, and catching a large gray catfish with their hands. They brought it back home and I found it swimming in Mom's kitchen sink. When my mother found it in her sink, she made the boys remove it. Next I found him swimming in our bathtub, but shortly afterwards I saw him in a bucket outside, still alive. He could hardly fit in the bucket. I watched him sway back and forth, and I was amazed at the long whisker's he had. I had never been so close to a live fish before. My brothers said they returned him to the river....I sure hope so.
2 comments:
tehehehhehe....
that's funny
So did they end up keeping it? or did they have to "release it to the wild" again??
loves
Hey Wom,
They are really good. Keeping adding to it, and pretty soon you will have many pages that we wouldn't have otherwise.
Luv Slug.
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