A Trip Down Memory Lane

Wow, what a surprise. Mike brought the mail in and, as he usually does, cut open the mail I needed to check out and layed it in a stack on the stove. There was a large yellow envelope so I reached for it and pulled out the contents. Inside was a smaller yellow envelope .. addressed to my mom with my return mail address.


There were two letters in the envelope. One was general conversation, talking about some genealogy research I was working on at the time. The other letter revealed more of day to day life, as it was then. As indicated by the date at top right of the page, this letter was written when Jacob was only two weeks old. It seems so odd to read where I'd identified him as "Jake" instead of Jacob. I don't recall ever using the shorter version as a matter of routine.

Needless to say, I was in full tear mode by the time I finished reading the letter. I am sappy like that. I called Zena and asked how she could have done that - not warned me about the (tear inducing) mail and learned, between tears, that she hadn't sent me the letters. Clyde had sent the letters after finding them recently. He has apparently been driving Zena batty too asking whether I'd gotten my mail yet. I am so grateful he did ... through the flood, it was still so very good to take that trip down memory lane. In the closing words of the second letter, I am reminded how very much it meant to me to talk to my mom.

"Well, Mother, my dear, I guess I should be bidding you adoo* for this writing. I will be calling you in a couple of days, looking forward to talking with you again. It sure does seem like forever between Saturdays lately!!! Love 'ya..."
(yes, that's how I spelled adieu :} at the time)

Love y'all!

No Phones

Quentin called earlier to let me know that he and a couple friends will be going camping tomorrow night and they all agreed - no cell phones. They'll be turning off phones for the overnighter. I think that is great and I hope they're able to actually do it! :-)

They'll be going out to the same area where our family camped recently.

I really appreciate Quentin letting me know ahead of time about the plans to turn off phones. Dang, I still can't believe they've agreed to turn them off! Too cool.

What To Do When ...

You use too much time on your talk at church?

I'm not sure why they had me talk first. If I were talking last, I would have just looked up and saw the clock and wrapped up. Instead, I was the first speaker ... and most probably used far too much time. I know that because the third speaker had just a bit of time and on the rest song, we sang only the third verse.

Argh. It is so hard to know when enough is enough, I feel like a total dunce after using too much time. Ugh.

Woohoo Q!

Welcome to the blog world!

Lack of Comments

Jacob is right! He has a tendency for doing that at times. Out of more than 20 (25?) posts there's not a single comment. Jacob noticed a similar phenomenon on his own blog ... lack of comments. He had a theory it was due to posts being made too quickly, before people saw the posts, but that would not ring true when considering at least one of his 0 comments posts had a 10 day lapse before the next post.

Maybe he's right ... people reading just don't care what he I have to say. At least not enough to comment. :(

Left Out

Mike and I are seriously feeling left out on communications with Quentin these days. Mike found out at work from a coworker that Quentin had been in a car accident with a friend last Saturday. He'd called me from work and asked if I knew anything about it, I didn't.

When Quentin called during a break from class I asked him about it. He told me that he had in fact been in an accident. I told him I was really disappointed he hadn't let us know and that things of that nature he certainly should be talking to us. Later in the afternoon Quentin talked to his dad and told Mike he hadn't said anything because he didn't want me going all weird. What the?

I've no idea how things have gotten so bad in the communication arena that our son wouldn't mention being in a car accident ... just how weird did he expect me to get? Insist he get checked out at the hospital or something? I mean give me a break, he doesn't tell us because he doesn't want me to be concerned about him. Makes sense to me, I guess. :-(

Communications

John and Kelly returned from Florida late last night.

I had been talking on the phone with Kelly and she handed the phone to John so he could tell me about a parking ticket incident at the airport last night. When all was said and done, I'd mentioned to John that he was lucky and told him about a recent incident of a driver in Utah being tasered by an officer when he became argumentative over a minor infraction.

John said, "I should have known" and hung up the phone.