A Moment in Life

I love to read cartoons. Some I don't bother with but "Pickles" is one of my favorites. It is like watching our lives in print. (scary)

I usually check on "Drabble", I think you will agree this is appropiate.

Third and Fourth Generations

Some of the ones who were in on the beginning. Is that Lilian, the littlest in the front?A few that will always be the littlest, can't have Trick or Treat without them :o)

The First Generation that are responsible for the Second, Third and Fourth Generations.

Some who should know better but are always glad of an excuse to dress up.The little pirate in the back, the beginning of the fourth generation.


Lots of room for more...........

The Treat Box

One of our favorite places to visit are bakeries, we keep hoping we will find a branch of the one in the precinct in Dewsbury, West Yorkshire, but so far not a lot of luck. But we did come upon this one in Truckee, CA and always plan to stop on our way, coming or going. We told Alan about it and he went and said the smell was worth the drive.

Just a little place squeezed in.

Just some of the goodies

What we enjoyed this time

Can't wait till next time :o)

San Clemente

We went here for three days, and spent them on the beach. AWESOME!!!! the only thing better is to have our family there with us. Maybe next time. This video clip is VERY amateur, my first attempt to video and post. as you will see it leaves a lot to be desired BUT ................ it is one of our favorite places. The fog rolled in but the ocean was awesome. the second clip is from the next day.

October 24th 1962 .....................

We arrived in Salt Lake City

This is "us" in May 1962 just a few weeks before Alan left for the USA.

This is a copy of the card he sent to us showing the airplane he travelled on.

He left us in Belfast to live with Uncle Roy and his family until he got set up in Salt Lake City.

One day Uncle Roy took us on the Antrim Coast Road and we had a fire and fried sausages.
We missed Alan and counted the days till it was time for us to come.

Finally on October 16th 1962 we flew to Idlewild Airport in New York where Uncle John met us. We stayed with him and his family in Alexandria, Virginia for a few days. Where I was introduced to automatic washers and DRYERS. and gallon bottles of milk.

Lesley was 4 and 3 months, Archie 2 and 10 months, and Timothy 15 months. When Archie was given a drink with crushed ice he remarked,"I don't like this drink with stones in it".

On Sunday 22nd we left Washington D.C. on a train for Chicago, where we arrived Monday morning and I was wondering what we had done because I did not see much so far that thrilled me. We waited all day for our train at 3pm Monday afternoon.

We boarded the California Zephyr and rode overnight to Denver. In Denver we found a reason to stay :o) It was Fall and the colours were something I had never experienced, and as the day progressed we were constantly impressed. As we crossed the State border from Colorado into Utah, I cried. I was at peace. We still had 6 hours before we reached Salt Lake City and Alan/Daddy.

The children were absolutely fabulous. They were no trouble at all. One thing that was disconcerting was the USA was in the middle of the Cuban Crisis, and I didn't know if we were arriving on the brink of war.

When Lesley saw her Daddy she asked, "Do you want to keep me?" Alan couldn't answer, he just held her closer and tighter.

Uncle Joe picked us up and before driving us to Bountiful where we were to live he drove us to the top of Main Street so we could see Salt Lake City and the temple.

Alan had acquired an apartment at 1050 West 500 South, West Bountiful.

Next few days I was overwhelmed with the mountains, all I could say was,

"Just look at those mountains"
We enjoyed Indian Summer weather for several days.

Many people contributed to our needs, giving beds and couches and grandma stocked the cupboards and refrigerator.

This picture of the children was taken in the Spring of 1963 outside

1050 West 500 South

And the story continues.........................

HUGS

I LIKE HUGS

It's wonderous what a hug can do,

A hug can cheer you when you're blue,

A hug can say "I love you so"

Or, "I hate to see you go"

A hug can soothe a small child's pain,

And bring a rainbow after rain.

A hug delights and warms and charms

It must be why God gave us arms.

Hugs are great for fathers and mothers,

Sweet for sisters, even for brothers.

A hug can break the language barrier,

And make the dullest day seem merrier.

No need to fret about the store of 'em,

the more you give

The more there are of 'em.

So stretch those arms without delay,

And give someone a hug today.

I am not the poet in this instance, just sharing.

Seven Things You May Not Know About Me

Probably the reason you don't know them is I hardly know myself. There are other things that WHY WOULD I TELL ANYONE? But after much thought and pondering and soul searching here are somethings you may not have known about me.

1. I am NOT in favor of this bailout.

2. I left school at 14 but in my last two years of school I studied French and Latin

3. I was asked to be a Polygamist wife.

Seriously, I was to be the FIRST wife.

4. I was asked and did sing a duet with Alan back in Belfast. We sang, "I stand all Amazed", then AGAIN we were asked to sing a duet, this time with the "Relief Society Singing Mothers" when they did a concert in the Bountiful North Stake MANY years ago. We sang,

"Do You Love Me?" from "Fiddler on the Roof" WAIT, there is MORE,

I was asked to sing a song once when I was conducting an office Christmas party on the 26th floor of the Church Office Building. the person requesting tried to pull rank, but I told them that I didn't have to live with them and I did have to go home with Alan.

You can all breathe a sigh of relief. I only sing for my pleasure and my

family's entertainment. :o)

5. As I get older and I have a new set of aches and pains everyday I ENVY The Queen.

She has to have a doctor at her beck and call every minute to ask questions and it doesn't cost her a co-pay.

6. I once got in a car with a stranger. This was back in Belfast and

I was 16 and it was late at night. It wasn't long until he realized he had picked up the wrong person and let me out of the car still a long way from home. The "last" bus was gone and I had to walk. When I was almost home I met my Dad walking down the road to find me all he said was, "Hello Sweetheart" later I found out he was ready to strangle me himself for the anxiety I had caused him.

7. I once dated a guy who ended up in jail. (not for dating me!). While he was

there he met a fellow from the Belfast Branch who was also incarcerated.

Being Belfast, their religion was posted above the cell and he said he had dated a Mormon. Uncle Roy called me a "Gangster's Moll"

. All of these excitements and I met Alan before I was 17!!!!!!!

I guess the Brethren know what they are talking about when they say,

"no dating before you are 16.