Buzz, buzz, buzz

Once upon a time, again

my hair began to shed
just like cats in summertime
the mess I made, oh dread!
I flew that week from East to West
to Mama's house I went
No brush or comb I used at all
and silk scarves was I lent

When I got home I couldn't wait
to have the mess removed.
My daughter turned the clippers on;
my sanity improved.

Owen helped; his little face
it bore such concentration.
When he stopped Chantel resumed.
His look of consternation
disappeared, he laughed and shrieked,

"You look like Uncle Clayton!"

I thought I did, and maybe do
look like my youngest child,

But John and I look so alike,
as he would say, "That's wild!"
(I love ya, Bo!)
And family, thanks for the buzz party!

My Younger Brother's Brood, Day 7

After the hockey game and the play, we went back to John's house for some KFC and pictures. Savanah had to go to work so I only got to be with her for a short time. After dinner, Queston showed me some truly funny clips on Utube. I love the way John's boys always gather whenever I visit. They are hard-working, honest young men and I truly enjoy their company. I promised that next time I would stay longer. When I got back to Mom's at bedtime, she had pineapple upside down cake waiting for me. Yum!

My niece Savanah and her boyfriend George. Savanah graduated from high school the same time that I graduated from Mills. She is a sweetie.

Jantzen, Kolsen, Me, Queston, Garrett

In birth order: 4th,5th, Me again, 1st, 3rd and my brother who is an excellent parent with a huge heart, a great amount of wisdom and a truly funny, funny bone. I love you, Bo!

We look like siblings don't you think? (Except I don't have a mustache yet).
John, Martha and Theresa

Ice Hockey and a Christmas Play

Saturday turned out to be the perfect day for visiting my younger brother and his family. First we watched Jantzen (child #4) play ice hockey and Wow! What coordination, balance and strength to skate like he did, and with a hockey stick to boot. That was my first time ever at a hockey game. I kept expecting fists to fly the way the players ran into and tried blocking each other, but that didn't happen. Jantzen told me later that a fist fight in Utah will cost the offending players bench warming for three games.

We also went to the church/school of which Theresa is the new principal. She has a degree in education and a background in high school drama. She directed a play written by a local person from Vernal called, "The Here-to-fore Never Told Story of the Second Christmas". I apologize for not remembering his name. I will post it later. I met him and suggested that he write the play as a children's story and submit it for publication. If I were a publisher, I'd snap it up in a minute. The play was told through the eyes of the manger animals right as Jesus is turning a year old. Queston (19, child #1) played "Uncle Gordon" who acted as the narrator by reading a story to his family. Kolsen (14, child #5) played "Bull" and Garrett (17, #3) played "Donk" the lead role. The play is funny, clever and warm and it answers the question, "If Jesus was a King, why was he born in a stable, and why did he make his entrance into Jerusalem by riding a donkey and not something larger and more fitting of royalty?"


Hard to see but "Uncle Gordon" is wearing the Santa hat and has a child on his back.Donk has identity issues. He wants Jesus to turn him into a stallion.

Donk and Bull having a conversation.

"Uncle Gordon" talking with his relative.

"Bull" talking to the sheep about "Donk"

"Donk" and "Bull" together.

"Donk"learns the truth.

Curtain call.Full cast curtain call.

Drum Roll...

Wish I felt as good now as I did last week when these were taken. I'm having so much fun with short hair that when mine falls out and grows back, I may never go back to long hair again. John went with me to get my hair cut. The first place was a no. "Too much BUH (Big Utah Hair) and too rigid. The second place was just right. I felt a connection to Linda, the woman who helped me. She did a great job. When John email's me the photos he took, I'll post them as well. How I love my family!

Last Night

Marty came over and stayed the night. John had flown out from Utah, then Larry decided to stop by. Suddenly, I was in a room full of people who love me, and people who love each other. When "the boys" get together, there is mighty laughter and lots of story telling and reminiscing. At one point in the evening, I was lying on the couch with my head on Larry's lap, listening to these men--Larry, Mike, Marty and John. Rachel and I contributed some, but the joy was in listening to them and their laughter, the power of oral tradition to strengthen a family, and all of it motivated by love. I thought to myself, "This is a healing experience all by itself."