Not yet.

There is no baby as yet. I mean there is a baby but it is still inside the mommy. The labor was false and now we don't know what to do--stay or go.

Welcome to Jacob!

Hey Friends and family,

We would like to introduce you to the newest member of our family, Jacob Thomas Waite, born April 9, 2008 at 2:18 PM.  Weight: 8 lbs 3 oz, 20.5  inches.  Both Mom and Baby are doing well.  Dad is a wreck. Yes that is red hair.  Hope you are all well.

 Grandma and Grandpa Trauntvein are here for a couple of weeks to help out.

Love Waites

Adolescents have died huffing from cans of Dust-Off brand compressed air.

Myrna: Dust Off is a can of compressed air used to blow dust off a computer. Enhaling Dust Off is being done mostly by kids ages 9 through 15. Kids even have a name for it. It's called dusting which is a take off from the Dust Off name. It gives them a slight high for about 10 seconds. It makes them dizzy. It also contains a propellant that is a heavy gas. Heavier than air. When inhaled, it fills the lungs and keeps the good air, with oxygen, out. That's why users feel dizzy, buzzed. It decreases the oxygen to the brain, to the heart. IT KILLS. The horrible part about this is there is no warning. There is no level that kills. It's not cumulative or an overdose; it can just go randomly, terribly wrong. ITS NOT AN OVERDOSE. It's Russian roulette. The users usually dies breathing it in. If not, the user dies within two seconds of finishing "the hit." The experts call this huffing. Kids don't believe it's huffing because it doesn't fit and it doesn't follow the huffing signals. There is no chemical reaction, no strong odor. A great number of teens and pre-teens routinely attempt to get high by abusing inhalants and solvents found in common household products. Dust-Off is just one of a thousand or more products that can abruptly end the life of someone foolishly looking for an inhalant high. The list of items that can be turned to this purpose is almost endless and includes such innocuous-looking goods as hair spray and aerosol whipped cream. Depending on how the intoxicant is taken in, the process is referred to as 'bagging' or 'huffing' - bagging requires the substance be contained in a plastic or paper bag which the thrill-seeker then breathes from, while huffing involves either breathing directly from an aerosol or through a cloth soaked in solvent.


Shawn: I can no longer remember the name, but I remember there was a boy a couple of years older than me who lived a couple of blocks east of us that died from bagging. I think I was in junior high when it happened. He had a brother that was closer to my age. I remember that I knew them, but I don't know why I cannot remember their name any longer.


In Chile when I was in one of the poorest areas I had served, we used to see boys and teenagers who had (in my view) completely "burned out" their brain from sniffing shoe glue from inside little plastic bags or beer cans. Some of them were only nine-to-ten years old. The older ones were usually still in their mid-teens. Many appeared sleepy and despondant--mostly the ones that had been doing it the longest. It was hard for some of them to carry on a conversation. They would sniff for hours a day. When I first learned about it I was astonished. I had a brave companion that would take the bags away from them. It was one of the saddest things I remembered seeing there.

I said it appeared to me that they had burned out their brains. Besides periodic death from either immediate suffocation or a triggered heart-failure, permanent nerve damage can result from long-term sniffing. Consider this quote from an article: "On a sidewalk in San Pedro Sula, Honduras ... a lanky, dark-haired boy [is] sitting with arms curled around his folded legs, staring at the passing traffic. The boy, a nineteen year-old named Marvin, has been sniffing glue for ten years. Once the leader of a gang of street kids, he now has slurred speech and vacant eyes. A year ago, Marvin began to lose feeling in his legs. Now he can no longer walk. He slides on his butt, spiderlike, through gutters, across streets, and along the sidewalks. Still loyal to their chief, the younger kids in his gang bring Marvin food, carry him to a news stand to spend the night, and make sure he has enough glue to stay high. ... Doctors offer no hope that Marvin will ever walk again. ...the solvent in the glue he sniffs, is a neurotoxin known to cause irreparable nerve damage." Irreparable nerve damage--I have seen boys like this, I have seen their vacant eyes. I did not see a boy that could no longer walk, but I saw boys who had no hope, whose eyes were vacant, and who could barely function or carry on a conversation. It begins somewhat innocently, but goes so wrong. Again, it was one of the saddest things I saw there. Don't take me wrong, I love the Chilean people and culture. I might see more of the world's troubles here, if I were out walking the streets and poor areas as much as I did there. It's just that when you are nine-to-ten, you are barely learning about consequences, and to tell right from wrong. It is sad that something that appears (or is made to appear) so innocent, no matter where you live, can go so wrong. The American Association of Family Physicians reports that nearly 20% of children in middle school and high school have experimented with enhaled substances. Teens know about it, there are web sites addressing it, there are rock-groups named for it. 


I can't help but wonder now that if a certain boy who lived "around the corner" had any friends or better friends, if somehow his death could have been prevented.


Melanie: He was a Leafty. He had a brother my age as well. It was very sad. Larry, the brother my age, was picked on after that. The family moved a little while later.
Mel


Shawn: Thank you Melanie. Now I remember the last name. I did not remember that they moved because of teasing. As if the tragedy was not bad enough on its own. It kind of reminds me that I once heard that if a chicken gets a wound, all of the chickens will peck at it. I never raised chickens (the couple I ever tried to raise were killed by the cat while still chicks), so I have not witnessed this. But it seems, that unless we are inspired by better motives, we just seem to act like chickens--spreading our wings out to make us look bigger than we are, puffing-out our chests about how good we are, pecking at and tearing down others to make them look weaker to satisfy our own insecurities, but never escaping the bustle and dust and the menagerie of the coop.


AnnMarie: While huffing is still a big favorite of many kids (they really like Axe brand products--so when you see tweeners and teenagers buying 12 bottles of the stuff it isn't so they will smell good), crushing and snorting pills from baby aspirin to Tylenol with codeine, to anything left over in the medicine cabinet, is the newest wave of drug use we will combat among young people. Make sure you clear your cabinets often and flush your old prescriptions, and stomp on your pill bottles until they are broken before putting them in the trash.

FYI. And by the way, seriously reconsider allowing your tweeners and teenagers having cell phones with photo sending and receiving capabilities. That's also the new wave of pornography viewing.
Ams

Melanie: Thanks AnnMarie. I didn't know the cell phone thing, but suspected it. I wish there were more spots in the universe that could protect our children. I hate to think of the onslaught that they face daily. I know parents are niave to even begin to understand what they face on a daily basis. I have been in the High School here, I know what a mixed bag they hold. It is horrible to think of the things that I don't see. Ben and Braden have had some tough experiences in the past two weeks. I am glad they tell me about them, but I always wonder, how much they don't tell me that I should know.

I will put the parental blocks on the children's phones.
Mel


Kimberly: We have not used the text/pic feature much on our phones and at the beginning of the year we actually blocked the text/picture on all our phones.  We figured that for that occasional conveience it would be to have that feature, it was not enough to have it on the phones.  It seems that our teens hardly use their cells, as they do not have the text/pic features. Who'd have thought that kids would rather text than talk on phones? Brigitta's good friend who moved to Chicago area in January came out for a vist couple of months ago and pleaded the case for Brigtta to have texting. I told her at the end of her stay she made the case stronger not in favor of texting, as she was on the phone the entire visit, no matter what she was doing.
Kimberly

Todd: I scared Michael with what he doesn't know. I showed him his Verizon bill where it tells me how many text and other messages he received in the month. I told him that online, I am able to click on that number on the bill and see everything.  For now, it is working.  His texting has been very minimal. It would be nice if the companies would really do that; however, there is a larger infrastructure and storage issue for them to worry about.  They already have to keep them, by law.

Shawn: One person that I work with said that his son (who is about Brigitta's age) was really into texting, and he told him one day that he felt really sorry for him. His son wondered why, and he pointed out that when he was a boy (as much as teenagers hate hearing about when we were kids) once he got home from school he was safe from peer pressure. Rarely would a friend call, and if they did the conversations were usually short. But he pointed out to his son (who had cell phone texting) that he is bombarded by peer pressure constantly, for as long as he is awake.

I had not thought about it that way before, although they may see it as "just a way to network with friends" it is actually also source of constant peer pressure, and makes the home less of a protective haven. In my mind, instant messaging while they are on the computer (especially when they should be doing homework) is a similar source of distraction and peer pressure. Couple with that the fact that so many of them are listening to mp3s all of the time, or watching television more than any previous generation with even more time devoted to advertising, and browsing the web where they are constantly bombarded by advertising and images, it is a wonder that they have any time to not compare themselves to others, or not worry so much about what others think, and to focus instead on their family or on spiritual promptings and on developing self-esteem from their own feelings of worth and accomplishment.

Our young women are going to girl's camp at Lake Lyman (Northeastern Utah). I think the area is lovely, there is a lot of wild life, some nice trees, a nice little lake, a nice lodge and cabins, and some lovely mountain meadow flowers and plants. It is one of the most wonderful places on earth. They ask the young women to leave home their cell phones, so they can enjoy the camp and all it has to offer. Of course, the young women or their leaders complain about the camp because it is too long of a drive, there are mice in the lodge, leeches in the lake, squirrels try to sneak in and steal their candy, there is not enough water for everyone to shower everyday, the out-houses stink, it is too hot in the day and too cold at night, and one or the other in the evening and morning. But one of the biggest complaints, and one thing that makes me like it all the more, is that it is a black hole for cell phone signals. I have heard it said that some of the girls fingers actually twitch the whole camp. We have to try to find someone with a satelite phone or with a hand-held ham radio to take care of possible emergencies, but that is worth the effort in my mind.

Myrna: I remember having time to sit under the maple tree and read a book, play with cousins and neighbors and, before bedtime, play hide 'n seek. In the winter, we always had playtime before supper. Then we would gather around the dining room table and do our homework. If we got done quickly, we would do art projects. Now all that time is gobbled up with the marvels of our electronic world. Sometimes, I think it is sad. It is not much different for adults than it is for kids, Shawn. We never get away from devices which, supposedly, were designed to make our lives better. I think I was happy when only Flash Gordon had a cell phone. But then again, they can be a great blessing. If a family needs contact, they can have it. By the way, sign me up for girl's camp. M

Thanks for the tickets

Hey, I had a lot of fun at the game and so did Dad! Don't apologize for the tickets. They were great seats and, even the big and tall were fun. I couldn't have been in a better cheering section. The only thing was they were so educated that they knew what to yell unlike my feeble, "Go Cougars!" All in all it was a great game and the seats were wonderful. Since the seats are sloped, it is not like being at the ballet where the tall guy in front matters. I could see right between the girth and right on the court. It was really fun. Dad said, if he were to buy season tickets, those are the seats he would request. It was good for me, also, to sit next to a "Childs" kind of guy so I felt right at home. Thanks! 

Kirsten, who bought the tickets to the BYU/Ute game for us, apologized for where the seats were located because of the linebackers we sat by. But, unlike the ballet tickets Dad and I enjoyed a couple of years ago, it did not matter that the football team sat just in front of us. At the ballet, we had to get me a child's booster cushion. 

Tall Pitts men, tall Childs men, tall Smith men, tall men are always just a part of my life. However, you would think they would sit behind me. I told Gordon that I finally figured out why his mother, Pearl, always wore high heels. That was because, at 4-foot something-inches, she could reach the floor and didn't have to sit there with her feet swinging. Lol! M

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RE: Elder Richard G. Hinckley‏

Kate Thorpe 2/12/08
To: L H TRAUNTVEIN

Kate Thorpe wrote: Thanks so much for forwarding this.  I miss President Hinckley so much.  

Collette wrote: I work with a wonderful lady named Marsha Adams. She shared this with me this morning. She has a friend who is in Elder Richard G. Hinckley’s ward.

Colette Wimmer

Elder Richard Hinckley (Gordon B. Hinckley's son) bore his testimony in Sacrament meeting today. He thanked everyone for the notes, calls, food, flowers, and all they had done for their family.

He said President Hinckley had been diagnosed with cancer early in 2006, and was not expected to last until the end of the year. He and his five children met with Dr. Ward, his cancer doctor, to discuss options. The doctor said they did not know how chemotherapy would work in a 95 year old, as they had not tried it before. President Hinckley said he had three questions, and had them written down on a paper. The first question was, "Will I still be able to live on my own?" "Yes", the doctor answered. The second question was "Would I still be able to put in a full day's work?" "Yes", the doctor answered. President Hinckley's final question was "Will I lose my hair?"  "No", the doctor answered. President Hinckley then agreed to have chemotherapy. He said his life belonged to the Lord, and He would take him when He was ready. President Hinckley said he needed to do all he could do to prolong his life, for he had work to do.

The doctors discovered the chemotherapy was not working in January (2008 ). Again, the Hinckley family met with the doctors. At 97 years of age, recommended President Hinckley do nothing. President Hinckley replied again his life belonged to the Lord, and that he needed to do all he could do. He received the more aggressive chemotherapy the Tuesday before he died. On Wednesday, he went to the office and did a full day's work.Thursday morning, he did not get out of bed.

Elder (Richard) Hinckley said he was scheduled to go preside over a stake conference in Henderson, Nevada that weekend. Before he left, he talked with his dad, and felt prompted to give him a blessing. He also said he would take his cell phone, and keep it on. Saturday, after meetings, around 4 p.m., President Packer called and told him he needed to come home. He did, and stayed with his father and other members of his family until his father died.

Sunday afternoon, Presidents Monson, Eyring, and Packer came and gave President Hinckley a blessing. About 7 p.m., President Hinckley took his last breath, and passed away peacefully.

Elder Hinckley shared some anecdotes about his father. He said one of his dad's favorite pictures was a picture of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, with a  photo of a singing President Hinckley electronically placed right in the baritone section. He would show it to everyone who came to visit. Elder Hinckley said this photo was something family members would fight over. Thursday night, after their practice, members of the Tabernacle Choir asked for their own private viewing. After, they presented each member of the Hinckley family with that photo.

Elder Hinckley spent a lot of time at the Conference Center during the viewing. One of the ushers shared a moment with him, which he thought was sweet--a small girl came through with her father. She asked her dad, "Do you think President Hinckley has met Nephi yet?"

Elder Hinckley said true to form, his father had his funeral planned down to the last detail, leaving no decisions to his children. He planned the speakers, the hymns, everything. He said his father had "every button buttoned, and every knot tied"--as always, prepared.

Some of the things Elder Hinckley said about his father were that "he was reverent, faithful, humble, and true." As a family, the Hinckley's said, "We hope others will turn their hearts to the Savior."

He said a new prophet would be announced tomorrow, around 11 a.m., and, although the Hinckley family had never tried to be in the limelight, they were ready to step back and fade into the background as this new prophet takes his place.

Elder Hinckley said there were many flowers at the funeral, so he brought up two arrangements to our chapel for us to enjoy. One arrangement was from President Hinckley's counselors; the other from the quorum of the seventy. He said they didn't need all of the flowers at home, and that they were going to die anyway, and invited all of us to come up and take a flower after sacrament meeting. Many of us did so after the meeting, and we have made a bouquet we are enjoying here at the house. We are planning to dry as many as possible.

Annie babysat this morning for Michael and Heather Hinckley while they attended Music and the Spoken Word. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir was singing a medley of President Hinckley's favorite hymns. They had reserved 100 seats for the Hinckley family, and Heather and Michael (they are the ones who lived in our house while we were in Honduras), went.

It has been a very spiritual day for me, and something I really need during this dreary winter. We have had snow about every other day this January, and  cold since the first of December. We have four feet on the side of our driveway, and two feet in the yard, and it is snowing again. I am glad I have these beautiful flowers, and memories of President Hinckley, to lift me up.

Love, Shelly

Siovhan's Pres. Hinckley Story‏

Here's where you can find my story from monday. There was a problem with the audio half way through so it doesn't say "conference center" it just says "con" so that's what was supposed to be said. 

http://newsnet.byu.edu/story.cfm/67173

Siovhan

Happy New Year and Happy celebrating in SC -- babies are coming home tonight!‏

Dear family & friends,

     Happy New Year to all of you, my dear family and friends,

     We all have so much to be thankful for this beautiful Christmas and New Year's time!  Thank you all for the love and friendship we share and the bonds that strengthen through the years!  I wish you all a most joyous New Year filled with happy times with family and friends, improved and strengthened health, and time every day to feel and experience joy and gladness!  May you all prosper and attain the goals you have set for this New Year -- spiritually, emotionally, physically, and in loving and serving one another and those around you!

     This evening we are celebrating the "Coming Home" of the sweet, little Christmas angels from University Hospital in Augusta, GA!  Alan & Rebecca are with them all day in the Special Care Nursery in a private room just for their little family.....with the nurses and doctors nearby.... in case there are questions or concerns.  Their expected arrival time here at their home in Aiken, SC, is approximately 7 pm!

     Needless to say, this New Year's celebration will be the most memorable and exciting for us here than I can imagine!

     Take good care of one another and remember to find joy in every new day!

     Love and hugs,

         Mom, (Ann Olsen)

for photos of the babies, Alan, & Rebecca go to http://mchoodlums.blogspot.com/

Question about Ericksen family site

Myrna wrote: Dear Caren and Kate,


Caren, do you still live in Washington D.C.? And Kate, are you still in Canada? I let our family site for the Ericksen family expire because there didn't seem to be any interest after one year. However, if anyone is interested, I would be willing to start it up again. Let me know.
 
Myrna

Caren Wilcox wrote: Happy holidays, Myrna.

Thanks for the message re the site. I agree that it was not much used, but would certainly join in paying for it if the younger generation wants to be involved in it.

I do indeed live in Washington, DC - address for the record is: 3241 Klingle Road NW, Washington, DC 20008-3404. My home telephone is 202 337 0702. I live right near the National Cathedral on Wisconsin Ave.

Just returned from an interesting 8 days of business in Hong Kong and Bangkok, now on to the holidays.

Keep in touch even if you don't start up the site again.

All the best to all Ericksen relatives for the New Year,

Caren Ericksen Wilcox

Kate Thorpe wrote:
Hi Myrna,
My dad is from Cardston, Alberta;  and his dad is still there.  I live currently in Irvine, California.  I wish I had more time for geneology right now, it's such an enriching and fun hobby.  Unfortunately, I just don't have the time right now.  My daughter Jane was just born on 10/30/07;  and I'm swamped just trying to keep up with my three active and busy little ones.  It's a beautiful time in our lives, but ooooooooooooooh  sooooooooooo exhausting!!! ;0)
All the best and Merry Christmas!
--Kate


Myrna wrote: I am now 67 but I remember those days!!!!!! I am the mother of eight, four boys and four girls. They are all married and I now have 28 grandchildren. Two more are due this coming year, one in April and one in May. 


 If you have any questions or would like any photos, just let me know and I will e-mail them to you. 


What is your husband's first name? Is he from Canada or from California. I had a friend who grew up with me in Price, Utah, who was a Thorpe. You sound young enough that you could be his daughter-in-law. I don't know, of course, how common the surname is. Certainly mine is not common.

Myrna


Caren wrote: Sounds like you have a wonderful and growing family, Myrna.

I just turned 65 on December 4th. I think I am Ferdinand's youngest 
grandchild, since my father was his youngest child.

I think Kate is a descendant of Clementina who moved to Alberta, and she was 
Ferdinand's second child.

All the best for the holiday. I am leaving today to go up North for Xmas 
and the New Year.


Myrna wrote: Thank you for the information. I appreciate having your address. 


Mine is: Myrna and Leonard Trauntvein, 228 South 300 East, Nephi, Utah, 84648.


My phone number is (435) 623-0195. 


We can stay in touch and that would be nice. I would like that. 


Kate Thorpe, who wrote to you, sounds young enough to be my daughter. I am 67 years old. I am the mother of eight, four boys and four girls. All are married and I have 28 grandchildren with two more due this coming year--one in April and one in May. 


Kate wrote: My husband is Mark, and he grew up in Arizona.  His dad is Wayne Thorpe from Springville, Utah.  None of Wayne's siblings live in Price, but maybe it's a cousin.  I'll have to ask.
 
28 grandkids, WOW!!!!  That's incredible.  
 
When I have more time, I'll try to get back into my research.  Geneology is so fun, I can't believe how much joy it's brought me.  Last year, I was able to do the temple work for an ancestor on my Chrisman line, it was amazing.  And I have just felt angels really close during the whole researching process.  
 
Well, take care Myrna, and have a wonderful Christmas with all your family!
 
all the best, Kate

Ericksen Family Site

Myrna wrote: Dear Caren and Kate,
Caren, do you still live in Washington D.C.? And Kate, are you still in Canada? I let our family site for the Ericksen family expire because there didn't seem to be any interest after one year. However, if anyone is interested, I would be willing to start it up again. Let me know.
Myrna


Caren wrote: Happy holidays, Myrna.

Thanks for the message re the site.  I agree that it was not much used, but would certainly join in paying for it if the younger generation wants to be involved in it.

I do indeed live in Washington, DC  - address for the record is:  3241 Klingle Road NW, Washington, DC  20008-3404.  My home telephone is 202 337 0702.  I live right  near the National Cathedral on Wisconsin Ave.

Just returned from an interesting 8 days of business in Hong Kong and Bangkok, now on to the holidays.

Keep in touch even if you don't start up the site again.

All the best to all Ericksen relatives for the New Year,

Caren Ericksen Wilcox

Myrna wrote: Thank you for the information. I appreciate having your address.

Mine is:
Myrna and Leonard Trauntvein
228 South 300 East
Nephi, Utah, 84648

My phone number is (435) 623-0195.

We can stay in touch and that would be nice. I would like that.

Kate Thorpe, who wrote  to you, sounds young enough to be my daughter. I am 67-years-old. I am the mother of eight, four boys and four girls. All are married and I have 28 grandchildren with two more due this coming year--one in April and one in May.

Thanks- information abt chiropractor‏

Dearest family: thank you much for the pleasant Thanksgiving day with you and family and for the very good dinner. Myrna, the lemon pie was just superb!! Thank you.

Nanci and I visited on the phone today as it is our 35th adoption day anniversary. She is getting information sent to you this week from the chiropractor she goes to and the way he works with her and other information that maybe  helpful. Also want to let you know- Eva went to a seminar last week or so sponsored by the Maple Ridge Pain Clinic- these are chiropractors who use as one of their methods the same one Nanci is having with such success. It doesn't cure but truly relieves pain. Today Eva had an appointment at the Clinic for an evaluation as to whether she qualifies and whether they think they can help her.

I did call the main office for Maple Ridge here in Salt Lake today for information for you folks. They do have a satilite office in Orem- at 3507 North University- phone # 801-623-4740. The person I spoke with said you could call this number and find out when they have their next Seminar- which is free. Those who attend the seminar and are interested have a courtesy evaluation without charge. That is what Eva had today, she has an appointment on Wednesday to find out whether she qualifies.

One of the techniques they use is decompression, which is what Nanci has. Hope Nanci's information arrives during the week.

Have a good week. From the weather cast tonight we will have snow by tomorrow p.m. Surely hope Don and Thelma arrive home by afternoon tomorrow. Love you all much. Fathers' special blessing attend. Love Helen