Who will be here for Thanksgiving?

Braden wrote:
grandma,

my mother informed me that you may be out of town for thanksgiving this year, if so i may go do thanksgiving with a friend. i don't want to make any plans before i know what our family will be doing, so zip me an email back.

Myrna wrote: We will be here. I don't know what your mom is thinking, perhaps she knows that both AnnMarie and Julie will not be here. Ams will stop on the way back from St. George. It is that family's turn. It is our turn for Christmas. Julie will be in Idaho. Jim's grandma turns 90 on Thanksgiving and they are having an open house and party for her. Shawn and family will be here. I don't know about the others. I hope you don't mind the few in number. We have not been invited anywhere else. We are hoping that you can come.

Love, Grammy

Myrna wrote: We will be here. Who else will be here? Love, M

Kimberly wrote: Shawn and kids.  I will not be.

AnnMarie wrote: We'll be in St. George.  I don't see Braden on the email list.  You should check with him, too.

AnnMarie

Todd wrote: Don't think I will make it this year.

Kirsten wrote: Not I, said Kirsten.  But I will be happy to eat any and all pies you prepare, make and bake for me! :)

Braden wrote: maybe that's why she thought that. i am going to be working all week except for thanksgiving. so i will come down on the night of the 25th.

love, I

-B

Shawn wrote: I am currently planning on coming down, if that is okay. It would be me, Brigitta, Dane, Toren and Sorina. Kimberly will be on a cruise with her parents and grandparents.

Myrna wrote: Sounds wonderful You know that it may be a small gathering? Jim's grandma turns 90 on Thanksgiving and they are having a party for her in Idaho. It is Brandon's turn to be in St. George (every other year). They will be in Nephi for Christmas. That is AnnMarie's non-negotiable holiday. Braden will be with us. David is thinking about it. Love, M

Shawn wrote: Although I will miss seeing everyone else, that will be fine. That leaves more potatoes for Dane.

Request from Eva

Dear Tim and Myrna,

How are you doing?  I am hanging in there.  Last  week I had two implants They should have been healed a lot but when I went in yesterday to have it checked.   The pain is still like a bad tooth ache.  He told me it is inflamed and told me to continue the antibiotics for five more days plus more percoset   Go back next Tuesday.  He had told me it would be eight weeks but knowing how slowly I heal, it might be more like a few months, already been 4 months .  Oh well, what else is new.
   Jim is having a very scary eye surgery Tuesday at the former Holy Cross hospital.  They have to take  part of the muscle out above and below his eyes.  When they close, he can't get them open.  He has had this strange ailment for a few years.  They have been putting bot-ox shots above his eyes quite often with the hopes it would do the trick, it would for a little while.  We are having a family fast for him and his surgeon this Sunday and I wondered if you and your family will please remember them in your fasting.  Thanks so very much.  
  I hope Bree is doing better.  Seizures are pretty frightening.  I hope you are both well.  Tiffanie and her two children have had the swine flu; she a Dylan just light cases but owen was really sick with a high fever..  I got my flu short but they told me I am too old the the swine flu one; they only give it to pregnant women, children and adults who are 65.  I surely hope I don't get i t or anymore of my family or yours.  God bless you.. 
Love you so much,
Eva

About Tom Trauntvein

Eric wrote: I saw this thought you would be interested.

http://www.santabarbarasurfer.com/index.php/news/article/c_st._longboard_classic_contest_results/

What realation is he?

E.

Todd wrote: Tom is Dad's 1st cousin.  His father was the youngest brother of Grandpa Trauntvein.

Myrna wrote: Right on! Good work, Todd and Eric.

Shawn wrote: His wife is Debra who also has done a lot of surfing and has 1st place finishes in competitions. If I remember right they have a son named Ryan.

Nifty photo shop pic of the prophets of the last dispensation.

Shawn wrote: This was sent to me by a ward member. I thought it was worth forwarding.

   

 Choice photo shop pic of the prophets of the last dispensation...

Did you get

You are welcome. However, after being with Kirsten and her family when they went to spend their dollars, I wonder if I should also include a dime each time so they have money for the tax. Kirsten had to dig up about 8-cents in tax for each of the dollars.

Love, M

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About Aprons

Melanie wrote: 

Kimberly, Mom used to wear an apron every Sunday as she made our dinner. I used to get her aprons out and use them as "dress-up." Probably  because of these fond memories, I have many aprons and have made several over the years. I don't use them to carry firewood, or dry tears, but I do use them, especially on Sundays and while I make crafts and things. 

Thanks for sparking the memory light!
Melanie

After Apple-Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well

Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing dear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much

Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

- Robert Frost

Personally, I feel just like Robert. I have picked one too many apples this year. Next year the apples will not be so abundant because LHT and I had to drastically trim the trees. We had a huge wind one night. I woke up and told LHT that I'd bet the apples were all on the ground. He wouldn't take the bet because he agreed. However, what really happened was that the apples stayed on the trees but the weight of apples and the power of wind broke the branches so they had to be cut.

At any rate, Julie and I have been bottling and are sick of apples. AnnMarie has some apples to eat, so do surrounding neighbors.

Wattis

Julie tells me that she didn't know that I had ever lived in Wattis. In the above photo, I am shown with my Great-Grandmother Mina Pritchett in Wattis.

After my mom died, I went to stay with Grandma Smith. She was the principal of the Wattis school. She had left the Emery County School District because the Carbon County School District was paying better and, also I think, because she was pretty much on her own after Grandpa Smith had died and the girls were away from home. Aunt Renee had been working in Salt Lake City, as I understand. Then she and Uncle Max married and she was in Price. 

Great-Grandma Pritchett came to Wattis to help care for me. 

She fell down the inside steps at the school (it had two levels) and broke her hip. I vividly remember being told to sit still at her side. I still remember that the stairway was painted dark gray on the bottom and light gray on the top and that there was an arrow pointing to the restrooms which were down the stairs. (We had our own little apartment, since the position was a live-in one.) I remember sitting on the steps and patting Great-Grandma Pritchett's hand while Grandma Smith went to get the doctor. Great-grandma was very brave. She must have been in a lot of pain but she just moaned a little from time to time. Then I would pat her hand and she would tell me that everything would be fine and just to sit still on the step and wait. The doctor came and so did some other men. They loaded her onto a stretcher and took her to the hospital. She ended up in Salt Lake with Aunt Jessie and her husband while she healed. Uncle Frank had a pharmacy in Salt Lake which he and Aunt Menetta ran so he was also close by. Great-grandma had a very serious break and it never did really heal well. She did come back to help with me after the hip was somewhat better. By then, we had all moved to Price. I called her Grandma With the Cane. It was OK. It was after she broke her leg that we moved, Grandma and I, into Uncle Max and Aunt Renee's apartment in Price. Then Aunt Renee could watch me while Grandma taught school. 

Later Great-Grandma came back to Price and we moved into a small house. While we lived there, she sent me out to catch birds. She gave me a salt shaker and told me that if I could sprinkle the salt on the bird's tails, I could catch them. I sneaked around for many hours but I never could get close enough to catch one. When Grandma Smith came home, she was a bit peeved with Great-grandma. She said, "Myrna, if you can get close enough to a bird to catch it, you don't need to sprinkle salt on its tail." Great-Grandma just laughed and laughed. 

Incidentally, when I was a teen, I told Grandma Smith and Aunt Renee that I remembered Great-grandma falling downstairs. When I described the paint and the patting, they were amazed. I had never been back there and I could describe the school right down to the arrow on the wall. I told them that I also remembered being on a bed with a yellow bedspread in the school. I had been taking a nap and woke up. I remember Aunt Renee coming to get me as you do when I child wakes up from a nap. Garth is three years younger than I am and so he wasn't part of my life yet.

Oddly, I remember Aunt Renee coming to that little house after we had moved out of her apartment. It was wartime and treats were few and far between. She had managed to get a can of shrimp. Those were my favorite and so she brought them to me. Good and loving people were always part of my life. I am so grateful for that.

Myrna and Leonard

This was taken this summer when we visited my son, Todd, and family in Ohio.

Article from deseretnews.com: Investigators say $59 million scheme targeted Utah County‏

AnnMarie wrote:

This article has Juab County references, including former residents like Larry Bosh.

Investigators say $59 million scheme targeted Utah County

PROVO — Freeze! Nobody move (that property).

That's the order 4th District Judge Fred Howard gave last week as prosecutors pursue c…
Full Story: http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705339222/Investigators-say-59-million-scheme-targeted-Utah-County.html

Myrna wrote: Dad and I read this with great interest. Larry, as you remember, was the one who got Eric involved in the Amway scheme.