I guess you can do it.‏

Myrna wrote: I guess it can be done. I ran across this when I did an internet search: "How to Record From DVR to DVD" By an eHow Contributor.



Kirsten wrote: Did you have an S-video and DVD player/recorder?  Or did you choose the record live newscast from internet option?  I remember they used to record our newscasts, but they had special software for that... Kirsten


Myrna wrote: I don't have a recorder. I do have the cord I need, thanks to David, but I can't record. My DVD player is just that--a player. I recorded it on DVR just in case I can find an inexpensive recorder. I used the record live newscast from the internet option. However, of all those choices, I think using the link KSL provided and going to KSL.com for the story is the best idea. I told her to contact her stake tech and have them help Brandon show if from KSL.com. Each stake is supposed to have a tech and she said she did have one. So I have a DVR and an internet download. I've got copies all over the place that are, basically, no good to anyone at this point.

KSL did say that Carole was going to do a full hour report between conference sessions in April. I think it is safe to say that by then we will all know what we are doing.

Meanwhile, I think I will check YouTube and see if someone has done the work for us.

My mother's cousin, Eva Jane Smith Bjarnson

Eva Jane Smith Bjarnson

1924 ~ 2011

Eva Jane Smith Bjarnson, our sweet wife, mother, grandmother, sister and friend, passed away quietly at home with family on Friday, the 18th of February 2011. She was a valiant strong lady in life and still continues that quest. She was born on the 19th of August, 1924 to Sydney Thomas and Dolly Grey Lewis Smith in Springville, Utah. She was very proud of her heritage.

On the 12th of June, 1946 she married her sweetheart Leon Gourdin Bjarnson. Their marriage was later solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple, on the 25th of June, 1954. They raised four children with the goal of an eternal family.

She dedicated herself to her family and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She spent many years in church service with Primary and Relief Society. She and Leon served as guides in the Provo Tabernacle. They also enjoyed service in the Provo Temple. A highlight of her life, second only to marriage and family, was a mission they served together in the Hawaii Visitors Center. They saw many people there and she loved bearing her testimony of the Savior and His church.

She graduated from Springville High School and attended BYU. She enjoyed many hobbies through the years such as reading and sewing. She grew to love dance and music through her parents. One of her great loves was music. She enjoyed outings and trips with Leon for many years. In all her years she loved being with and watching "the little ones", her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The theme of her life was her testimony of her Savior, Jesus Christ. She loves Him and has earned her sweet rewards. She will be missed by all and we look forward to a happy reunion someday.

She is survived by her husband Leon of Springville, Utah and four children; Linda Craig (Jim) of Mesa, Arizona; Karen Miner (Sherl) of Springville, Utah; Diane Poulson (Alan) of Springville Utah; Steven Leon Bjarnson (Margo) of Mapleton Utah; 21 grandchildren and 33 great-grandchildren; and her sister Dolores Anne Bahr of West Valley City. She was preceded in death by her parents Tom and Dolly Smith and a grandson Marcus Ash.

The family wishes to express their sincere appreciation and love for those special people who treated her like a princess in her last months; Community Nursing Services and Hospice of Utah and especially Virginia and Becca. They were unselfish and tender.

Funeral Services will be held Saturday the 26th of February at 11 am in the Hobble Creek West Stake Center, 555 South 600 East (Averett Ave) Springville, Utah. A viewing will be held Friday evening, the 25th of February, from 6-8 pm at Wheeler Mortuary, 211 East 200 South, Springville, and at the church prior to the service on Saturday morning from 10:00 am to 10:40 am. Burial will be at the Evergreen Cemetery.

Condolences may be sent at www.wheelermortuary.com

About Eva Jane Whom We Loved

Myrna wrote: Dear Gordon: Thank you so much for letting me know about Eva Jane. I might have missed the obituary because I have been so busy. I will need to talk to Leonard because we work at Manti Temple on Friday night and Saturday afternoon. We will need to see if we can work out our schedule or find a sub and which would be the best day to do that on. He isn't home right now he is babysitting AnnMarie's kids. She had a DUI case to prosecute today and I had county commission meeting to attend.

I so loved Eva Jane. Deloris told me, in her Christmas card, that Eva Jane had had some rough patches but I did not think they were that rough. What happened? (Other than the fact that she was 86.) 

Eva Jane had that same dark coloring that my mother had in the few photos I have of her. For that reason, she always reminded me a bit of my mother or of what she might have looked like if  she had been given the opportunity to age. Aunt Renee, always told me that Mother Elaine was really like Grandma Vivian as far as personality is concerned. Your mom always said that and then added that so was I.

I am having two new grandchildren this year. If I live to be 86, IF, they would only be 16. It is hard to believe. I just don't know where the time has gone.

Gordon wrote: Eva Jane has had dementia for some time.  She also had some other health problems.  She has not been doing very well for some time.

Myrna wrote: We were able to get subs for our Saturday shift at the temple. We will be at the funeral. I am so happy that we can attend. THANK YOU for letting us know early so that we could make arrangements. You are a wonder!

Melanie wrote: I think we all loved Eva Jane. She actually attended a lot of our family gatherings. I am not sure Gordon knew that.  
Mel

Myrna wrote: You are probably right, he likely doesn't know. I will tell him that. As you can see, I was nearer in age to some of my mom's cousins than she was. I guess it would be like Siovhan and the new little ones. They are cousins but it is fairly certain that the babies being born will have more in common with her kids.

How to read the Times-News Online

Well, now we know that my coping the newspaper to pdf for you doesn't work. I can't send you the pdf file unless I can figure out another way. You have to go to www.nephitimesnews.com/

You have to have the password: groundhog (This month, that is the password. It changes every month.)

Follow the instructions below. I have to download the file holding down the option key and save the file. Then I have to drag it to the Abcrobat Reader icon and drop it in. I then have to use the password. I KNOW there has to be an easier way. Allan's instructions follow:

Window users, please press the control key and click the link below or right click and chose save file. Macintosh users, press the option key and click the link.

Kirsten wrote: Also, if you have a Mac, you have to use Firefox and Not Safari.


Myrna wrote: I did get it to work with Safari. But I had to download Adobe Reader. Honestly, do you want me to go back to having the paper delivered?

Todd wrote: I can see them just fine with the login he provides us.

Sorina Baptism‏ Invitation

Kimberly wrote:

Sorina Baptism

Saturday, March, 19th 10am

Layton West Stake Center

1715 W 1600 N Layton Utah

From Gordon Smith

Eva Jane Smith Bjarnson  passed away Friday, February 18, 2011.

She was 86 years old.  Her father was my father’s brother.  I am sure

you knew that.  Funeral services will be held Saturday, February 26, 2011

at 11:00 a.m. in the Hobble Creek West Stake Center.  The address is:

555 South 600 East, Springville, Utah.

 

There will be a viewing Friday evening from 6 to 8 p.m. at the Wheeler Mortuary.

The address is: 211 East 200 South, Springville, Utah, and at the church one hour

prior to the service.

Her father was your Grandpa Raymond James Smith's brother.

Matthew's Report

Matthew chose to do a report on Morten Sorensen for his  immigrant report for school.  We need a picture and description of him.  I am using the materials Aunt Eva gave us for Christmas in 2001.  (Thank heavens for those materials.  I use them often.)  The pictures are really small.  Do you have a larger picture of him?  It can be the one with his wife when she is turned sideways to hide her damaged eye.  We will be creating a poster which includes a photo of him, of the place he came from (I will look for something online) and other interesting details.

AnnMarie

My New Motor Home

Gordon Smith sent a photo of an extremely extravagant motor home with this comment: I just thought I would send all of you a picture of my new motor home.
At least I wish it was mine.  However, I wouldn’t even be able to buy the gas for it.


Myrna wrote: Nope! I'm with my dad: take a comfortable car that can get into any parking lot, eat out and sleep at a good motel. Take your time and have fun. Can you imagine trying to drive that thing in Nauvoo? If you want to camp out, you couldn't even get that thing in a campground. Sometimes, big isn't better.


Gordon wrote: I don’t really want a big motor home like that one either.  We have a nice medium sized travel trailer.   We enjoy it very much. The trouble with motel camping is:  I can’t take that motel and park it along the stream where I like to camp.  I can’t sit around the camp fire and watch the fish jump in that stream while I roast a hot dog when I motel camp.  I can’t sit in a folding camp chair and look at the beautiful sky, watch for satellites, find the big and  little dipper with the North star, without being hampered by all of the surrounding city lights when I am motel camping.  I can’t conveniently cook my favorite forty mile Dutch oven stew on the
asphalt in the motel parking lot.  I can’t walk on the trail through the trees along that stream while camping at the motel.  There are a million reasons why camping in the mountains is better than camping  in a motel.  But most of all, the food just tastes better up there.  And I like to watch all of the animals.  Last time we camped, I saw deer, forest grouse, wild turkeys, many types of birds, butterflies, fish. squirrels, and voles.  Plus, if I want to, I can take my trailer to trailer parks near all of neat places a person would like to go like Disneyland, Nauvoo, etc., etc.

Oh well, motel campers help me to have more space in the mountains.

Lots of love,

Gordon


Myrna wrote: I didn't mean to imply that we don't like camping because we do. We have family camps and 'just us" camps all summer long. We love it and always have. So did my dad who would invite us all to go boat-fishing with him. BUT, when we drive cross country to Boston to visit Melanie, or Johnstown (Todd), or Colorado Springs (Kirsten) or El Paso (David), we drive long days and stay in motels at night. We'd rather spend the time in the homes of the kids than drag a trailer around. We have a mid-sized trailer that sleeps eight and we spend a lot of time camping in our beloved mountains. I still like campfire cooking even though we have a good stove and oven in the trailer. (We even have a microwave, if you can imagine the weirdness of that.) We'd rather Dutch oven our meals. Remember, I am married to a man who has 40-years of scout mastering in his blood. He even likes tent sleeping.


Gordon wrote: Myrna,  Do you have any idea how special you are?

Yes, there are times when it is better, and easier, to stay in a motel when you travel. And I also have enjoyed tent camping.  However, this old body of mine with the artificial knee, artificial hip, back with two rods and six screws,  three vertebra unroofed in my lower back, and three vertebra fused in my neck, I just don’t sleep very well on an air mattress anymore.  As my English Department chairman at Spanish Fork High School said to me the year before she retired, “Old age is a s _  _ of a b_ _ _ _!”  She just came into my office, shut the door, and said, “Gordon.”  I said, “What.”  She then said what I have quoted her as saying.  She then opened the door and left.  That was the total conversation.  She was a jewel.  I loved her like a sister.  The students
loved her too.  She retired the next year, and was dead the next year.  The stress of public education does not kill you.  However, the stress of it lowers the ability of your body to defend itself from other problems.  She died of cancer.

I would like  to take our trailer and travel across America and back some year.  Travel three or four hundred miles, stay for a week, see what you wanted to in that area, travel again, stop again, etc. until we had been to the states and places we would like to see.  Then come home.  However, I am not sure this eighty year old body of mine will let me.  Therefore, maybe I will just take us to the nice places  closer to home.   I do still go on the deer camp with our boys each year.  I don’t hunt.  Just camp and cook.  The last time I hunted was when I was seventy two.  I did get my deer that year, and drug it out by myself.  Three years ago, Roberta went with us on the deer hunt.  The boys all had permits in the Book Cliffs.  We stayed nine days.  The boys all got a nice deer.  That was the year I received my artificial hip.  I am sure Roberta went just to take care of me.  However, the boys have all said over, and over, that it was the most fun hunt they have ever been on.  It wasn’t the deer they got.  It was just that  mom was there.

We have taken the trailer to Utah Lake State Park during general conference in the Spring.  It is nice to relax there and watch conference in the trailer.  I want to do the same thing at Rockport Reservoir some year.  We camped there on the deer hunt one year.  I found that you can get channel five on television there.  Good fishing too.

Well, I am sure you are tired of reading all of this blarney.  And I think I better get to bed.  It is 12:40 am.

You and that good man of yours have a good day

Love Ya,

Gordon

Arranging for Baptisms

Ed wrote: We can work out something for the 21st. Call me. 835-2291. Love, Pres. Pinegar


"Call me 435-835-2291 or 435-835-4727. Schedule your baptismal dates with the temple 435-835-2291. I look froward from hearing from her (AnnMarie). Love, Pres. Pinegar"  


Myrna: President Pinegar spoke at Julie's conference session on Saturday. When I got home from the temple that night, he had left a message to call him because, he said, he had it worked out. I knew he was speaking again today at a different place so I decided to just facebook message him. He usually answers on Monday morning, though the temple isn't open until Tuesday. I would still call him tomorrow on the special number he gave you.

I have commission meeting on Tuesday morning but Dad is planning on coming up for little Rachel and for the other kids if they need picking up or whatever. He said he and Rachel would go to McDonald's for lunch and she could play there for awhile. I hate that we have holidays on Monday because that always fouls me up. Dad said he will miss me only because he will end up sitting on the floor playing dolls with Rachel. (Secretly, he likes it--being the doll that does whatever Rachel tells it to do.)

Ed Pinegar wrote: "Perfect. Call me at the temple between 7 am and 2 pm Tues Weds or Fri and we will work it out. Love" 

"Myrna, You and your great husband are examples of light to all who know you. Thanks for your kindness. Love, brother Ed" 

Faith

I would like to start off my email by telling you all a story of true faith, one that I believe you will enjoy.
Once upon a time there were two Sister missionaries who belonged to the Idaho Pocatello Mission. The dear Sisters had a fairly large area, and the district to which they belonged covered vast amounts of land in southern Idaho. One day after having some meetings and some appointments, the Sisters got into their cute, little Toyota and started driving; however, the Sisters forgot to check their gas gauge before getting into their car and driving away. After a while the car ran out of gas and the car came to a complete stop. The Sisters were bewildered and had no idea as to what could have happened until they noticed that there was absolutely no gas in the car. Confused and nervous the Sisters brainstormed and tried to be missionaries of solutions, not problems. Finally the Sisters got out of the car and did the only thing that they could think of. Yes........they filled the tank with a few gallons of WATER. They took the water that they had for emergencies and poured in all into the gas tank. The Sisters then got back in the car and prayed that the Lord might bless them and change the water into gas. One of the Sisters turned on the car, but to their surprise, NOTHING HAPPENED. Lesson learned? The faith of two Sister missionaries just outside Pocatello, Idaho is not great enough to turn water into combustible gasoline.
Gas: $2,50/gallon One Toyota Car: $30.000 Trial of Faith: Priceless

It is interesting to think about how much faith they must have had to have that idea and think that it would work. The Lord promises us miracles all the time, but we really do not understand how He will do them. I really like this story because, apart from being freaking hilarious, it helps me to realize that we all need to trust in the Lord so much and we need to rely on His ability to work whatever kind of miracle in our lives. No matter how big, no matter how small, he will be able to help us with any problem and He will do his part to help us.

So this week has been rather interesting. We had another training activity in Managua on Tuesday, and then Tuesday night I went to go speak to my Zone Leaders' investigator. Their investigator had been having some problems in deciding to get baptized and finalizing a date for his baptism. On the way back from Managua I was speaking to one of my Zone Leaders and he looked at me and said,"You need to go meet/talk to Denis tonight." I said, "Okay." Well, the other Zone Leader and I went looking for this man. He wasn't at home, he happened to be in the hospítal tending to his sick mother, so ZL 2 and I went on the hunt in the hospital. On the 4th floor we found him with his mother, the poor woman. Side note: Hospitals in Nicaragua are like hospitals from horror movies, with the light, the same look, feel eerie sense of something lurking about in the darkness waiting to come out and snatch you. After a few minutes of chatting with this man and his mother I told him that I would like to speak with him alone to see how much the "lazy boys" were teaching him. ;) We started talking and I started doing his interview with him. He answered all of the questions well, but there was something inside me that was telling me, "He's still doubting. There's a problem." and i was just like, "GOSH! What do I need to do? How can I help him?" ANd then I just started asking him a few other questions until I finally asked him what his worry was, why he was doubting everything. He explained it, laughed a little bit and then just looked at me. In that instant I was able to see him as a child of my Heavenly Father, I was able to love him and testify of what I knew, believed, and felt. I was able to help him. He got baptized on Saturday. That was an amazing experience that made me SO happy.

Wednesday was interesting, but I cannot remember why. Thursday and Friday we did "mini changes" in the Zone. I was assigned to be with an elder for 24 hours and then we went out to work together. We had so much fun and we worked really well together. I got to know him very quickly and we get along so very well. We talked about everything from surfing to Russian literature, from family to strange cultural identies. We talked about a lot of different things. We also found a few interesting people to teach. Then Saturday came and I helped the Zone Leaders out with their baptism and went to the Adult Session of Stake Conference with a recent convert family. Sunday was equally crazy and packed full of fun crying babies, crying adults, people running around in the hallways and missionaries trying to count the assistance of the conference fervently while having literally hundreds of people getting up and walking around, talking, eating you name it while the conference was happening. Fun stuff.

I just want you all to know that despite the amount of complaints I make, I really do love my mission. I love the opportunities that I have to help the Lord's work here in this part of His vineyard progress. I am so grateful for the wonderful people that I have met in every single one of my areas and for how much they care about me, how much they teach me and how much they are willing to sacrifice for my wellbeing. Right now I love this one family in my ward, the Acosta famliy. They are some amazing people. Next week I will tell you about them a little bit more. Apparently they have not been very happy with a lot of the missionaries that have been here in the past, but they love me and my companion and they are willing to help us do anything.

Well, I love this mission. I love this area. I love my companion. I love my investigators, my Savior, the family Acosta, the food here. I am so grateful for this blessed opportunity. I hope that you all have a great week and that you are all able to find peace, tranquility, and happiness this week as you go about your varied activities.

Grandma, I cannot wait to get back and go to Manti with you and Grandpa. I have never been that great of an artist, but I am good at public speaking and things dealing with writing creatively. Hahaha. Still proud of me?
Andrea and Alena...how's life? Maybe I'll have to save up money when I get back to invite you, your husbands and your children to Brick Oven. :P

Love,
Elder B