It seems like just last year that I was buying tricycles, balls, and kites for my grandson. This last weekend I took my mother and we traveled to West Virginia to attend his graduation from high school. He is suddenly taller than all of us, his voice is much deeper, and he understands how to work with autistic children. I attended a cookout with friends and family and met many of his friends, many of whom have previously graduated or did this weekend. What a wonderful group of young people! They know how to have a good time and yet are able to converse with and enjoy young children, parents, grandparents, and great grandparents. We cheered for their touch football game in the back yard, and clapped for the younger children jumping on the trampoline. When it came time to put the tables, chairs, and other equipment away, they were right there to help.
It was exciting to hear about their plans, some to go on to college, some preparing for a mission, some planning on finding a job quickly. All have positive dreams for the future. It was gratifying to watch the positive interaction of the children with each other and with their parents. What a wonderful family they have crafted. I am so proud of my son and his sweet wife. They have worked hard to bring their family together, and they have done a great job.
I was also proud of the four other children I had with me. They travel well together, and are careful to respect everyones capabilities. It wasn't until we were boarding the plane that I suddently realized that there actually are a lot of limitations that we deal with on a daily basis, and that we rely on one another for so much. I love my family and I am so proud of each of my six children. I love all of my daughters-in-law, and look forward to the day when I will be able to love a son-in-law. I am greatful to a Heavenly Father who has blessed me with so much.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
And we just take it for granted.....
It seems like forever since I added anything to this blog. It isn't because there is nothing to tell, or because I didn't think about it. It is just life. Things have been busy and I too easily find myself in the rut, taking for granted each day, each task, and all of the adjacent activities. Today it struck me that I have not been keeping track of those experiences that make me who I am. So, for the next couple of days I hope to rectify that situation.
Let's start with late January. There was a big Library Association meeting here in Denver. I had the opportunity to take part in that meeting by manning a booth in the Exposition Hall. The booth was set up by the church to encourage librarians all over the world to add the www.familysearch.org site to their desktop. Our job was to get their attention, tell them about the site, and give them a short tour. How does one do a short tour of the site? There is so much available there; databases, the catalog, the new record search, digital books, research strategy, PAF, and PAF companion to name a few. The first catch was that, even though I volunteered for Saturday, they needed me on Sunday; all day Sunday. It meant missing my meetings and taking the sacrament.
You can imagine my mood. It is 7:00 AM Sunday morning, cold and frosty and I am waiting for the train. First, I don't like cold. Living in Denver does not mean I like the cold. Second, I don't like early morning and especially not on a Sunday. I had to get up at 5:00 AM in order to shower, dress, and get to the train by 7:00; and third, I missed singing in choir practice, and sitting with my friends in my meetings. I was throwing my own private "pitty party", however, I went with a smile and determined to let everyone know what a value we had.
Early on there was a gentleman who was interested in what we had to offer. He is a high school librarian, and the school happens to be about 1/2 mile from where I live. He is required to provide a genealogy class once a year, and asked for help. I was delighted to tell him that I would love to help. With enough notice, I can arrange for the time off to help out. I thought, "This is why I am here today, to help the high school students gain an appreciation of family history and their place in their family." Maybe, but....
A couple of hours later a gentleman started walking toward me with a name tag that had a name exactly the same as my cousin's. We started talking and I soon realized that we needed to talk more. His last name is the same as my mother's maiden name, and it appears that his family came from England via Canada. They are the missing arm of the family I have been looking for since 1964. He told me that he would have his uncle, the family genealogist, contact me and we could share records and verify that my assumptions are good. I thought, "Now this is why I am here today, to find the third brother who came from England and trace his posterity." Maybe, but...
A couple of hours later a very tall, very nice man introduced himself to me, and I found out that he is heavily involved with the World Wide Support Mission for new.familysearch.org. He wanted to talk to me about my mission, what I liked about it, what I disliked about it, what improvements can I suggest, how is the software working, etc. We visited for about an hour and at the end of the visit I thought "Now I know why I am here. I love doing family history and now I have made three wonderful contacts that will enrich not only my life, but the life of every patron or family member I come in contact with." Needless to say, there were no more "pity parties" on the return trip. It had been a very gratifying day of serving. I love my mission and I calling in Family History.
Let's start with late January. There was a big Library Association meeting here in Denver. I had the opportunity to take part in that meeting by manning a booth in the Exposition Hall. The booth was set up by the church to encourage librarians all over the world to add the www.familysearch.org site to their desktop. Our job was to get their attention, tell them about the site, and give them a short tour. How does one do a short tour of the site? There is so much available there; databases, the catalog, the new record search, digital books, research strategy, PAF, and PAF companion to name a few. The first catch was that, even though I volunteered for Saturday, they needed me on Sunday; all day Sunday. It meant missing my meetings and taking the sacrament.
You can imagine my mood. It is 7:00 AM Sunday morning, cold and frosty and I am waiting for the train. First, I don't like cold. Living in Denver does not mean I like the cold. Second, I don't like early morning and especially not on a Sunday. I had to get up at 5:00 AM in order to shower, dress, and get to the train by 7:00; and third, I missed singing in choir practice, and sitting with my friends in my meetings. I was throwing my own private "pitty party", however, I went with a smile and determined to let everyone know what a value we had.
Early on there was a gentleman who was interested in what we had to offer. He is a high school librarian, and the school happens to be about 1/2 mile from where I live. He is required to provide a genealogy class once a year, and asked for help. I was delighted to tell him that I would love to help. With enough notice, I can arrange for the time off to help out. I thought, "This is why I am here today, to help the high school students gain an appreciation of family history and their place in their family." Maybe, but....
A couple of hours later a gentleman started walking toward me with a name tag that had a name exactly the same as my cousin's. We started talking and I soon realized that we needed to talk more. His last name is the same as my mother's maiden name, and it appears that his family came from England via Canada. They are the missing arm of the family I have been looking for since 1964. He told me that he would have his uncle, the family genealogist, contact me and we could share records and verify that my assumptions are good. I thought, "Now this is why I am here today, to find the third brother who came from England and trace his posterity." Maybe, but...
A couple of hours later a very tall, very nice man introduced himself to me, and I found out that he is heavily involved with the World Wide Support Mission for new.familysearch.org. He wanted to talk to me about my mission, what I liked about it, what I disliked about it, what improvements can I suggest, how is the software working, etc. We visited for about an hour and at the end of the visit I thought "Now I know why I am here. I love doing family history and now I have made three wonderful contacts that will enrich not only my life, but the life of every patron or family member I come in contact with." Needless to say, there were no more "pity parties" on the return trip. It had been a very gratifying day of serving. I love my mission and I calling in Family History.
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