This blog is home to the Leonard and Myrna Trauntvein family. We are family-oriented. The blog also includes maiden names and surnames of those who have married into the family, The original family consists of eight children. Leonard and Myrna are grandparents to 36 grandchildren.
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
A Beautiful Spring Time in the Rockies!
Helen wrote: Dearest Hon and Sister:
Pray all is well for you and yours this week.
A reminder- my family lunch for each of you, and Don and Thelma and Eva is on Monday 27th April at 1 p.m. Please bring only yourselves.
Myrna, will you please sent me Julie's and David's new addresses? I have just done up the Christmas letter I am sending regarding not having our Family Christmas Day in July anymore and want to get all of them mailed by this Friday. I am sending one to each of my own siblings and each of your children. Sorry not to have this tradition anymore, but with economy, distances to travel, especially for those out of state and with everyone's busy summer schedules after 40 years of wonderment, with only two years not having one, it has been a WONDERFUL TRIP, and for this I am ever grateful.
Have a wonderful rest of the week.
Love Helen
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I got home too late!
Myrna wrote: I got home too late to call. That is why we did not return the call in answer to your message. Hopefully, you will see this in the a.m. We would be PROUD to take Whitney to the piano recital on Sunday afternoon. It will be so nice to see her perform. Love, M
Kirsten wrote: She didn't think it would be allowed since Sunday is the Sabbath. What a good girl to be conscious of that. Hopefully I'm not confusing her mind and following the world here, but I thought a recital would be okay since it's not work, it's uplifting music and sharing talent. I don't know... what do you think? Should I have left well enough alone and let her make her own call on this?
Myrna wrote: I think that if the Tab Choir can perform on Sunday, it is OK to have a recital. Love, M
Kirsten wrote: She didn't think it would be allowed since Sunday is the Sabbath. What a good girl to be conscious of that. Hopefully I'm not confusing her mind and following the world here, but I thought a recital would be okay since it's not work, it's uplifting music and sharing talent. I don't know... what do you think? Should I have left well enough alone and let her make her own call on this?
Myrna wrote: I think that if the Tab Choir can perform on Sunday, it is OK to have a recital. Love, M
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tripping at the Same Time
Melanie wrote: In talking with Julie, to tell her of our change of plans for the Summer Vacation, she informed me that Dad, you and AnnMarie's family will be on our path around the same time. Funny how that worked out.
We are going to go to Missouri the second week of July, then to Nauvoo, then to Omaha (Winter's Quarters), where Howard and Siovhan will then leave us and the rest of us will drive to Utah for the rest of the summer. We were hoping to stay at your home the last week of July, through the third or fourth week of August. Braden might need to stay with you a little longer, depending on the housing situation at BYU.
I will talk with you soon!
Mel
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Melanie to Myrna: I Thought You Would Like This Poem
"The Lanyard," by Billy Collins
The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past --
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sickroom,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
From Myrna:
You were right! I did love it. I do so appreciate your thinking of me! I love you. M
The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past --
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sickroom,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
From Myrna:
You were right! I did love it. I do so appreciate your thinking of me! I love you. M
Melanie said, "I thought you would like this poem."
"The Lanyard," by Billy Collins
The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past --
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sickroom,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past --
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sickroom,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A SPECIAL CONFERENCE WEEK-END FOR YOU
Helen wrote: Dearest Hon and Sister:
Just to wish you folks a very special Conference Week-end and to let you know- had a very nice phone visit with Don this a.m he said Carolyn's father sojourned to the spirit world this Sunday past. He has been in a care center for serveral years with Parkinson's really severe. They attended his funeral yesterday.
Do know I love you all much and am so grateful for this week-end- Love this Spring Time in the Rockies. Right? Of course right.
Myrna, so grateful your back-hip etc is doing so much better. Love- Me
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Are you okay?
Melanie wrote:
Mom,
Dad called yesterday to talk. He left a message. I tried calling you all afternoon and into the evening. I kept getting a busy signal. Were you without power?
I might try to call back this afternoon. Braden gets his braces off this morning, so I will be gone all morning. Remember how we used to go to Provo for our medical and orthodontist services? Well, we go to Mansfield, about the same commute as going to Provo.
Hopefully things are well with you.
Mel
Monday, March 30, 2009
Article About Michael
http://www.thisweeknews.com/live/content/johnstown/stories/2009/03/28/0329jieaglescout_ln.html?type=rss&cat=&sid=104
Eagle Scout project will benefit the area's hungrySaturday, March 28, 2009 6:54 PMBy KIM GAREEThisWeek ContributorSome Johnstown residents will find a grocery sack on their front porch Thursday.Placing canned goods or non-perishable items in the bag and leaving it on the doorstep will both help feed area residents and help Johnstown-Monroe High School sophomore Michael Trauntvein become an Eagle Scout.Trauntvein will go back around the community on Saturday morning, April 4, to gather the bags. He won't be knocking on residents' doors.He hopes to collect a thousand pounds of food in a three-pronged drive to help the Food Pantry Network (FPN) of Licking County and the Johnstown Northridge Food Pantry stock their shelves. Phase One is the door-to-door bag drop in Johnstown, predominantly in the areas of Leafy Dell, Kyber Run and Concord Crossing.The second phase will happen at JMHS, where Trauntvein will place boxes in each classroom and encourage students to bring in canned food. He has worked with Principal Kim Jakeway to offer a pizza party incentive, as well, for the class that brings in the most food.A third phase will happen at his family's church in Granville, which is donating $500 worth of strawberry jam for FPN."It turns out they get a lot of peanut butter, but not a lot of jam to go with it," Trauntvein explained. "There will be about 18 of us from church taking the jam over, and we'll stay and stock shelves, clean the pantry, whatever they need us to do and then take a tour."FPN of Licking County is affiliated with the Croton Church of Christ, which serves the Johnstown area on their behalf. In 2007, FPN served 700,000 individual meals to those in need."We rely on initiatives like this by groups, organizations and businesses in our community 100 percent," said FPN director Charles Moore.Half of the donations collected in Johnstown will go to the Johnstown Food Pantry, Trauntvein said, and half to FPN."I figured they'd need help because of our nation's economic situation and the high unemployment rate," said Trauntvein. He started planning his project in October. He estimates he will log 90 to 100 hours by the time his project is complete.Becoming an Eagle Scout is a natural progression for Trauntvein, who says the lessons he has learned in scouting will help him the rest of his life."It teaches you so many things, from physical training to a love of the outdoors," he said. "Mostly, it teaches you to be self-sufficient and self-motivated."Trauntvein, the son of Todd and Amy Trauntvein, started in Cub Scouts at age 8. His family moved to Johnstown four years ago from Utah. He has served as Patrol Leader of his troop, Boy Scout Troop 4051 in Granville, and been to camp four times. Over his years of scouting, Trauntvein has earned 22 merit badges and was named to the prestigious Order of the Arrow two years ago.Becoming an Eagle Scout requires not just the meeting of various scouting criteria but also a large-scale project like the one Trauntvein is doing for the food pantries and the people of Licking County."It will be great when it's over to see how many shelves we've filled at the storehouse, to see how we've been able to help," Trauntvein said."Michael's project is great because it gets kids involved, too, and helps build characteristics in them that we want our young people to have," Moore said. "We appreciate that hungry people in Licking County will be fed because of his project."His parents say Michael has gained a sense of leadership and self-sufficiency, not just from scouting but from the Eagle project specifically."I think that's the thing about the Eagle project," Todd Trauntvein said. "It asks you, 'Okay, you've done all this stuff É now what have you really learned?'"Trauntvein, who is in the honors program at JMHS, has other interests that include band, track and playing the piano, as well as video games and church activities. He hopes to attend Brigham Young University in Utah after graduation and possibly pursue a career in writing.Trauntvein said he is grateful to everyone in the community who has already offered assistance and especially to Giant Eagle of New Albany for providing the grocery bags.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
We Made It
Kirsten wrote: We got in around midnight, including a milk stop (so we could have breakfast this morning). Loved seeing both of you, missed staying the night with you, though! love, kirsten
Myrna wrote: Judging from the storm we have been having today, it is a good thing you left when you did. The wind has been blowing and it has been snowing. I feel like there should be some poetic addition to that last sentence.
I am glad you all got home safe and sound. I also enjoyed seeing all of you. The best laid plans of mice and men. . .
Love, M
Friday, March 27, 2009
Profs can put names to computer faces
Myrna wrote: Guess what I read? I thought this was really interesting. I am only sending the first couple of paragraphs but you can check the rest of the article out if you like.
Yale Daily News
Published: Friday, March 30, 2001
Profs can put names to computer faces
By Anahad O'Connor
YDN Staff Reporter
The next time you fall asleep or make a comment in a big lecture course, be warned: You may not be just another face in the crowd to your professor.
Starting next semester, Yale professors will be able to access identification photographs of students enrolled in their courses. The student identification photos used in online and print facebooks will be made available to Yale faculty in the fall of 2001 in customized databases available only to professors.
Siovhan wrote: BYU professors already get photo directories they can access at any time. It made falling asleep in class a dangerous game.
Siovhan
Ann Olsen wrote: Amazing! So interesting to read about!
Ann
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