Off with the old....

I used this wider view to show the emptiness of the parking lot:o(

On my way to Dick's the other day I noticed Rogers Memorial Theatre (RMT) it was named after Ralph Rogers who founded it, originally it was Pages Lane theatre,(before that the location was used for a laundromat and a Green Stamp redemption center) and thought,"A blog"

It is the end of an era. We have spent many happy hours in this theater watching David do what he does best. Number one, he met Christine here. And we are glad he did, Christine is a great addition to our family.

I have lost count of the performances he has done but none have ever disappointed. Usually we have gone on dress rehearsal nights with a lot of extended family, and additional friends.

He never shows he is aware of us being there, but on one occasion Auntie Bea was visiting and we took her to whatever he was doing and one of his movements required him to indicate "two" which he did in the British fashion. Auntie Bea was delighted.

Chelsea and Derek and Caitlin have also participated here. So that will always be a "bee" in their bonnets

.....IN WITH THE NEW



Centerpoint Legacy Theatre......
is located in Centerville, not too far from RMT. It is great and as you approach it at night it really is "A Theater" all lit up with big windows and people moving towards it. Anticipation....

The opening play was "Hairspray" and guess what part David played?.....
.......Wonder no more.....



He was great!!!!!!!!

So although there is nothing more constant than change, and there are some mixed feelings of leaving RMT we look forward to many entertaining nights ahead.....

What's So Special about June 25th....

....it's half past Christmas.

This is the wording of a cartoon in the Deseret News
on June 25th 1971.
It is also the day our youngest, David was born!!!!
So to us of course June 25th is always special.
He named himself as the "golden child" when he was in his 20's. But at the age of 14 he became an "only" child when the last of his siblings got married. When someone in school expressed envy at his "aloneness" David explained it took him 14 years to get there.
As a teenager he was quite laid back, never wanting anything bad enough to have to work for it. But generally got it anyway. Because his Mom thought he should have it.
We lost him one time when he was 5 years old and after scouring the neighborhood and enlisting much help we found him asleep under the bed. His sister tells of the time he wanted to be carried when they were on a walk and she refused because he was to big to be carried. He sat down on the ground and she walked off and left him. He just sat there until she gave in and had to walk quite aways back to get him.
In High school he got involved in the theater and has provided much enjoyment for lots of people in his performances at Rogers Memorial Theater. And never ending joy and laughter for his family as he creates special songs every Christmas of a family nature. He has no competition as "Joseph....." and he can show whoever how to sing "Music of the Night", much to the delight of Margie.
We always have fun when David is around. He is a good man. He loves his wife, he loves his kids, he loves his siblings, he loves his Mom and Dad and he loves the Lord, and we love him. So much talent, so many stories, not enough time.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON
and many more.

UTAH... This is the Place

I recently returned to Utah after a trip to California. We entered through St. George. Everytime we cross the Utah State line I sing various bits of hymns as in, "Firm as the Mountains Around Us" or "Utah, We love Thee". I say bits because inevitably I only sing one or two lines before I am crying. :o) I LOVE UTAH. When I cross the border, I AM HOME. Driving north on I-15 I look upon the green fields with pleasure and gratitude and recognition, I'm in UTAH. I always notice there are lots of "Utah" plates, I AM HOME. Even when flying into Salt Lake City I know when I am in Utah airspace, I'M HOME. Back in 1962, Lesley (4), Archie (2 1/2) and Timothy (15 months) and I traveled from Washington DC to Chicago by train, and from Chicago to SLC on the California Zephyr. On the afternoon of the 3rd day as we crossed from Colorado into Utah there was a line painted on the canyon wall "Utah/Colorado", I cried. I was in Utah for the first time. "Now, therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners but fellow citzens with the Saints" Eph. 2:19 I just found out we have a new State song,I asked my Granddaughter Emily to sing the last verse for me.