HELLO? :o(

It is 4.15am no one is abroad. Bump What is that noise? My heart skips a beat. No. the doors are locked. We don't have any pets! *bump* Alan? did you hear that? What? that bump. BUMP there did you hear it that time? Yes. What do you think it is? I don't need to think I KNOW what it is! What? it is chestnuts falling off the tree and rolling on the roof. *laughter* Oh, My hero.

39 years later

On Saturday 15th August 1970 we moved into our home. The one we are still in. It was the first house in a new sub-division that was the first of MANY sub-divisions that now almost completely crowd West Bountiful all these years later.!!!!

(We could see North to Ogden, and we watched the fireworks at Lagoon)
There was Alan and I and five children. We added another child within a year.
(We could see all surrounding areas East and to 10th North)
Our home had 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom and an unfinished basement. We have remodelled the kitchen, added a deck, finished a bedroom, family room, bathroom, and laundry room in the basement. Painted and papered several times, recarpeted probably 4 times, added 2 trees in the backyard, planted a chesnut found on the Capitol grounds that has grown into a huge tree, and changed landscaping many times. Lived in 2 Stakes and 2 Wards. On the day we moved in the Stake President Clarence Samuelson and 6 of the Seven Presidents of Seventy (Alan was the 7th) in our Stake moved the piano into it's place in the living room where it has remained. It is the only thing original to the house on that date. We replaced windows and cement and widened the driveway. We have had happy times and sad times, we have welcomed additions to the family through marriages and births, we have watched kids move away in-State and out-of-State, and move back and still we are here. As I researched pictures for this post, THERE HAS BEEN A LOT OF LIVING AND LOVING in our home.



This other Eden, demi-paradise,......
.....This happy breed of men, this little world,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, ......
King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1. [text]

(I hope no one objects if I quote the Bard out of context)

There are two sayings displayed in our home.

One Irish

(A 100,000 welcomes)

the other scripture.

AND WE DO

MOI..... Revisited....

Well, yesterday June 27th 2009 was the day West Bountiful chose to celebrate our Nations birthday. We had a parade, fun in the park, music by "Endless Summer" in the evening and then fireworks. A great day and lots of fun. But the highlight was the parade, and that I was invited to ride in it. The City invited a local car business to supply cars for the occasion and I got to ride in a red Lexus convertible.
Alan drove, Michael rode shotgun and Emily and Rebecca rode with me in the back. There wasn't room for me to sit and I had to ride up on the back. I was a little nervous as I contemplated this as I thought, if Alan had to "catch" up and jerked the driving I might roll off the back. But fortunately it didn't happen. It was an absolutely gorgeous day and we had fun. The children saw friends and threw candy. We were asked to be careful in throwing the candy not to hit any of the parade watchers. I know a lot of people in West Bountiful, but when we reached the boundaries of our Ward and Stake the reception changed. And as we drove up Pages Lane and passed our neighbors and they greeted us and called encouragement, my heart was touched and tears came to my eyes and throat, these are my neighbors, my friends. Alan, being Alan thanked the people for their applause and then said, "thank you, but what about my wife?" Various men instructed us to "drive to such and such make a right and the first house on the left leave the car in the driveway." I told them they were WAYYY down on the list. :o) As we approached our house I started to smile and I heard the family chanting, "Granma, Granma, Granma," as we stopped there they all swarmed the car and we took pictures. I had my camera and tried to take a movie, which I post here. I am not in the running for a cinematography Oscar, but it portrays the excitement. I am grateful for my family, if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be a Mother. And if it wasn't for My Alan, where would any of us be? I repeat "It is just a pleasure being nominated" Who loves Granma? Who does Granma love? and don't you forget it.