Sunday, February 16, 2014

Journal Writing

Recently, I bought a copy of the book Spots by Judy Brummer.  When I went to pick up a copy, Judy graciously lead me into her beach bungalow themed home and excitedly told me, "this book came about because of YOU and a lesson you gave in Relief Society (Church) on Journal writing!  Do you remember? (The lesson was 10-13 years previous).  She autographed my book,"February 2014 1st Edition

Arthur Henry King on Journal Writing

Arthur Henry King
Today in my Family History Class we talked about Journals and personal record keeping.  I read a chapter once in a book by Arthur Henry King that profoundly influenced what and how I write.  I shared this advice today with my class members.  Here are some of his thoughts on the subject:
The important thing to remember when writing a personal history or keeping a journal is that our descendants will be interested in the kinds of things that most interest us in the personal histories or journals of others.  What kinds of things are these?  First of all, the details of everyday life–details like our kitchen procedures and the way we treat our young children–because these things change so very much over the years.  We are writing for posterity, and that posterity may extend for hundreds of years, and we can be sure that in one or two hundred years’ time those details will be very different indeed.  Our descendants will also be interested in the fundamental things–the truly fundamental things–birth, death, and marriage.  So we also need to leave them true accounts of the most important things that happen to us.
Our descendants will want to know what seems old and ridiculous to us, what seems new and interesting, what surprises us, what distresses us, what bores us, but above all, what interests us.  They will want to know about our reactions to events, people, situations.
Our descendants will be interested in our genuine reactions, opinions, and feelings, not our conventional ones. . . When we write we need to be ourselves.  We should not be misled by any teaching or cultural message we have received about being artificially cheerful or artificially anything.  And we should not dismiss unpleasant matters from our minds.  They must be faced, and our own responsibility for them must be assessed.  Our responsibility is to tell the truth.  We may need to reflect on how to put it down, but we should never reflect on how it will strike others, including our descendants.  It is not for us to judge what we think will be good for them to read and what we think will not be good for them to read.  The ways of salvation are not the ways of persuasion, but the ways of conviction.  If we try to be truthful (and this is one of the few things we should try to be), then we are likely to convince.  If we try to convince, we are less likely to be truthful.  It is for us to set down the truth as we know it and think it; and for our descendants, not for us, to judge.  Humility and honesty are two names for the same thing in writing.  Try, therefore, humbly and honestly to assess your experience.  Don’t try to make your experiences into more or less than they were, and above all, don’t think of your audience and try to appeal to them.
We need to keep in mind in writing, the style in which Joseph Smith presented his own experiences.  His manner is matter-of-fact and cool.  He doesn’t try to persuade us or work up out feelings.  He may make us feel as a result of what he tells us, but he doesn’t make an effort to make us feel.  He does not attempt to do other than describe what happened, including how he felt.  There is an important difference between expressing one’s feelings and describing one’s feelings.  When we attempt to express our feelings, we nearly always find ourselves, instead, expressing the feelings we ought to have had or should like to have had or exaggerating the feelings that we really did have.  The attempt is enough to cancel out our chance of success.  But if we try simply to describe our feelings we don’t fall into these errors.
Abstract statements about our feelings are boring and don’t really communicate.  But a plain account may communicate a great deal.  If we write down faithfully what happens to us, our feelings will come through, and they will be felt indirectly and therefore truly.  So rather than say how we felt on our marriage day, we should try to describe what happened to us on that marriage day.  Our feelings will come through much better than if we just say how we felt.  We are more likely to be able to convey to our descendants something of what we really were if we try to set down the truth about what happens to us, and the more concrete and more detailed it is the better, and the less abstract it is the better.  It is a mark of genius to single out the little details that make everything come alive; and very often that happens, not because one seeks to do it, but because one is in the right frame of mind and has taken one’s experience in the right way.  Notice in the Joseph Smith story details like his leaning up against the mantlepiece when he gets home and the humorous remark he makes to his mother on that occasion.
. . . . A personal history always needs to be revised, because what we think is most important in our lives changes as our lives go on.  Certain experiences become less important, more profound.  Were we here simply to have certain experiences , life would soon be over for us.  But we are here to live so that those experiences–for example the experience of temple marriage–may broaden and deepen and become richer as we grow older.  Though we may think we understand the significance of eternal marriage, at the time we are married, we may understand it much more deeply later.  In fact, we may spend a lifetime realizing or beginning to realize what the real significance of an eternal marriage is.  So just as we should go back constantly to the scriptures and to other great books, we should go back to the most important experiences of our lives. . . . The greatest experiences of our lives need to be remembered and cultivated and thought of day after day.  We don’t want to tuck them underground.  They are there for us to keep, treasure, observe, know and live with. . . . The most important experiences of our lives shape our lives–they are our lives.
http://mormonscholarstestify.org/3164/arthur-henry-king

Friday, February 14, 2014

So What is "Real Love"?

"REAL love is not pink and fluffy and rose-y and butterflies. Real love is not shiny and whole and smiling serenely. Real love is not holding hands while running through fields of sunflowers or gazing over chardonnay while wearing sexy dresses and opening boxes of diamonds. It’s just not. That stuff is something else. That stuff is something that can be packaged and sold, which is why we see a lot of it this time of year.

Real love is tough as nails. Real love is busted up and scuffed and a little jagged and exhausted. Real love is a nightmare at 1 am and a fever at 3 am and everybody else up at 6 and work at 9. Real love is ten band aids when there’s not a scrape to be seen. Real love is losing your temper seven times and apologizing eight times. Real love is overwhelmed and exhausted and just DONE at the end of each day. Real love is ADHD and autism and hurt feelings and sucky report cards and cancer and daddy’s gone and listen, babies- this is life- this is brutiful life- and there is still much beauty to be found. Let’s find it together. Real love is knowing that tears of exhaustion are not signs that you’re on the wrong track- tears of exhaustion are confirmation that you are pouring out every bit of your heart and soul and body and mind and energy in service to your people. And that means, perhaps, that you are on the right track. That you are living out a mission worthy of you."
- momastery.com

Friday, November 29, 2013

Coming Home!

And all too quickly, this trip is coming to an end.  These are not good pictures--but I took them for my other Little (Bigger) Guy.  This art exhibit at LAX is called Elevate and is made of many paper airplanes or all different types of materials (fliers, colored, book pages, etc.)  I wanted to look up the artist and read more about it. (We were standing in the Babies and Families Line at LAX--anxious to get through TSA, again with breast milk--some frozen after our hotel freezer melted out stockpile and we had to get creative to fly and have food for Little Guy.)
Nice flight aboard Allegiant to Provo where we left overcast but sunny Cal--for blustery, freezing, rainy Provo Airport!  A quick drive home and we are HOME AGAIN!  SO great to hug kiddos and give little gifts.  (We didn't do much shopping--only for snacks and a bathroom visit on the way in from the desert).
Samples of "Skybar" with chocolate covered vanilla, caramel, peanut butter, and fudge.
Slide whistle for Big Guy.  He loves it!
Zany glosses for the gals!
Sweets for my sweethearts! (Old Fashion taffy, old fashion Violet flavored mints, "Snowballs Gumballs--with real sugar crystals inside! Mexican poprocks, Ocean fruit snacks, Mango mini juices, and Quava-nectar of the gods.)
Little Guys Parole Officer! 

P.S.  Tuesday evening we showed the children White Christmas with Bing Crosby and Donny Kaye.  The song, "White Christmas," was written by Irving Berlin while staying at La Quinta Hotel in California!
Joe read to me from Wikipedia under the title White Christmas (Song)
"Accounts vary as to when and where Berlin wrote the song.[4] One story is that he wrote it in 1940, in warm La Quinta, California, while staying at the La Quinta Hotel, a frequent Hollywood retreat also favored by writer-producer Frank Capra, although the Arizona Biltmore also claims the song was written there.[5] He often stayed up all night writing — he told his secretary, "Grab your pen and take down this song. I just wrote the best song I've ever written — heck, I just wrote the best song that anybody's ever written!"[6]"

The first verse is typically skipped, but goes as follows:
The sun is shining, the grass is green,
The orange and palm trees sway.
There's never been such a day
in Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it's December the twenty-fourth,—
And I am longing to be up North—
—Verse dropped from original version[14]

Day Four--Evening at the Beach

Little Liam loves his Daddy, yes he does!
(Hampton Inn, Hermossa Area--Coastal Hwy.)

Dr. Seuss had cactus inspiration?

Hermossa Beach, Southern California.  Balmy, overcast, soft wind, wet fun!
Quick Sand!





Sunset!


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Day Three



Ahh, Day three and my first "real" day here.  Yes, breakfast and pumping were early and I so like the fact that I can cuddle back to bed with little guy, seriously, no phone calls or other little friends waking me.  Heaven!  (One fellow at the conference said, "It's a shame you don't get to really enjoy California.  Don't you have anyone who could watch your baby so you could have some fun!?")  ?
After an excellent lunch (Mexican fare) on the Main Lawn,  returned to pump and then Joe joined us for a delightful walk around the HUGE resort.

The following pictures are from Lollipops--a local candy store.  (Bring back Honeydukes thoughts?)

Can you spy the hummingbirds we did on the walk to lunch?






Ahh, what would chocolate be without BACON?



Yes, those are ripe (and delicious) Clementines over on that tree.

Cactus Garden


Water fountains fascinate Little Guy..."Ohh, to get down and dip my hands in that!"


Monday, November 18, 2013

Day Two (La Quinta, California)

 So, what did you do on your vacation to sunny Southern California!?  
I cuddled up next to the sweetest little man and slept.  It was heavenly.



 I opened the shutters that over look our gorgeous poolside, gated garden and spa and let in the LIGHT!
 Liam is SO happy after his nap.

 "Mom, enough Selfies all ready!" And "I'm outta here!"  
Off to explore the bathroom tile and rustic carpet...

Also dealt with "Shopping Emergencies" (Hannah is having a "jeans crisis" and came home with new boots), and played with little guy in a Pak N' Play while I pumped, pumped, and attended meals with Joe's Business people.  Met gals from Rhode Island, fellows from New York and even a guy with two children from Jersey that when he heard I was the mother of 6 said, "I have a cousin back in Ireland who has 14 kids and they live on a farm!  Where are you guys from?  Utah.  Of course!"

Twilight comes early here.  By 4:30 the shadows are long and by 5--the dark curtain has closed on the desert and the twinkly lights are on!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Retreat to a Desert Resort (La Quinta, California) and Back


Joe recently had a business conference (medical community/IT) in California.  It was one of those invitations that said they would pay his airfare, hotel, and food accommodations if he came but if he did not come, his company would be charged.  Hmm.  Sounds kinda like blackmail to me.  But who can refuse a trip invitation to sunny California in November?
Accepting an invitation to go on a trip with Joe and the baby was easy, preparing eight people's laundry, packing, cleaning the house, and leaving meals while we were gone, was NOT! 
We flew Allegiant Airlines out of Provo Airport to LAX!   (While we have traveled with many babies, the unique part this time was traveling with a crawling baby, a breast pump, and frozen/fresh breast-milk through TSA.)
After pulling another all nighter, I was thankful to be on the road towards the nearby (tiny) airport.  It was quite a chilly morning (sunny but below freezing outside).
 Sitting at the terminal/gate at Provo Airport:


A (very) short nap on board. 
Cuddle bug loves to be held to sleep.
Ahh.  An early reader.  College by 2?

In Los Angelos, we rented a Kia Optima and drove a couple of hours into the desert past Palm Springs to La Quinta.  (I know you might be thinking what I was thinking originally--all this fuss for an economy hotel?  No, we went to the original La Quinta Resort now owned by Waldorff/Astoria Hilton Corp.  It was so popular as a respite for the Hollywood and Beverly Hills Stars that they named the city after the hotel.  This has only happened twice in California's history...The first time it was Beverly Hills--also after the Hotel.)
We pulled into the gated resort in the city La Quinta and discovered a flowering paradise (complete with a small army of staff who tend the burgeoning citrus tress, waterfalls, pools, and small "casitas")
You might also be wondering, "what does La Quinta mean?" aside from the feminine form of the numeral five.
[According to the web site of the city of La Quinta the name is archaic. It refers to a type of hacienda or rest-stop reached every five days on a long journey.]  Others suggested it means a garden and home plot, similar to a plantation.
Source:  http://www.laquintachamberofcommerce.com...

Lunch stop where little guy tries a curly fry.




This was our "block" of the hotel.


Yea.  No more carseats!