A Dusting of the Cobwebs: 70 years....

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...

Apr 12, 2014

70 years....

April 12, 2014 marks 70 years I have lived on this world.

Was it only yesterday that I was running through the orchards, building club houses there, with my friends. No cares of any kind, summer time was hot. Playing jacks, jump rope, hopscotch, and marbles were the thing to do. I would walk to the grocery store on State Street to sit down and read comic books. I also remember dad taking me to a store in Provo to pick out my one and only, two wheel bike. (it was Maroon in color.) Then trying to ride it, which was bigger than I, and not knowing how to use the brakes with my feet. Main Street in Orem was a dirt road. Only one of our neighbors had a cement driveway, so it became the place for us kids to rollerskate, and ride trikes.

Boy have years flown by....Getting married, moving to Arizona, away from my family. Loving six children, hugging them all until they were on their own.... now, having a empty house.....I miss them.

70 years....Never thought I would get here....It was always far away...But here I am....

Happy Birthday to Me......I am 70....

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A Dusting of the Cobwebs