A Legacy

I've been thinking about legacies lately, a lot.  I don't know if it is because of the things I have been doing recently, because of conference, because of the events that are taking place, or that I am just getting older...but nevertheless I have been thinking and pondering the legacies in my own life and whether or not I will leave a legacy.

When Wanda was just born I remember Rich being so very excited about her.  He wasn't allowed into my room when she was there, archaic hospital rules, so when he came to visit he could only see her through the nursery window.  However, one day the nursery nurses hadn't picked her up and she was still there when visiting hours started and he came in.  She had just finished "filling" her pants and I was about to change her but Rich was so eager to hold her and to touch her that he excitedly changed her diaper.  I sat there thinking about how different this was than what he had said he would do when she was still in utero...he had flat out said he wouldn't change diapers!  But there he was...gently caring for his little baby girl.  As he finished he swaddled her and gently lifted her into his arms and looked down into her little face and, in wonder and awe, he proclaimed that he was now someone's ancestor.  It was such a tender moment, a tender mercy really, that was to be played out another five times in our lives.  How grateful I am for him and for each of the children that our Heavenly Father has blessed us.

As I was driving Dad back from Church on Sunday he pointed out a row of apartments and commented that a little four-year-old girl had been murdered in one of them.  We both lamented the tragedy and senselessness of such a despicable act.  How sad it is that precious child's life had been snuffed out instead of being cherished.  I couldn't help but wonder why - what had driven someone to do that - was there such lack of self discipline, so low a regard for life, were there no support systems in place - why?

For the past few months I have been working on Ruby's blessing dress.  Hundreds of hours and dollars - but mostly love and excitement - went into making her little dress.   Rich and I have tried to provide a blessing outfit for each of our grandchildren - as it has been something that we have wanted to do, except where other grandparents or great-grandparents have wanted that opportunity too.   Six years ago I decided to try my hand at heirloom sewing and creating the little dresses.  I'm afraid my early attempts were made with quite a bit of fear and intrepidation.  Today I am still learning and my efforts are still made with some fear and intrepidation as I reflect on what their momma's would desire and wanting the dress be a symbol that reflects our love for our little granddaughter with each stitch I take.  I have only attempted once to do a little boy's outfit, that Adam wore, and I doubt that I will do too many of them as I find myself more frustrated than reflective...trying to find a balace of baby and masculinity...not easy....  I have made a dress for Ruth, Abby, Ellie, Reah, and now little Ruby - half of our precious granddaughters.  Wish I had had the courage to try them with Bekah, Rachel, Mary, Glory and Scarlett.  When Emily was born Desi thought she would spare me the worry and purchased a beautiful little dress.

When I arrived at the chapel on Sunday, April 10, 2011 for Ruby's blessing, I carried her dress so that Desi could get her ready for the blessing at the Church instead of trying to buckle her in her carseat with it on.  Emily came sauntering in from the other side of the chapel and with a huge smile she said, "Ahhhh...I see you have your beautiful wedding dress!"  I chuckled...as if I could fit such a tiny thing!!!  But as I have thought about the privilege that we have had at being at so many of our grandchildren's blessings (we've been able to make it to all except Glory and Scarlett's in England) I hoped that we would also have the privilege at being in attendance at their weddings in the temple.  It is my prayer that each of my grandchildren will choose to marry the right person, in the right place (the temple), at the right time...and I pray that they will make choices throughout their lives that will take them there.  I also pray that their moms and dads will carefully teach them, love them, nurture them, and cherish them as the precious gifts of our Heavenly Father.  When I think about the tremendous  faith He has in us, to help His little ones that He has entrusted in our care, I am in awe.  It is such a humbling experience to be a parent to these perfect little ones.  

When I was about four-years- old I remember sitting in our living room and being filled with love for my parents and brothers.  It was a perfect love.  It filled my soul and I knew that what my parents were teaching about my Heavenly Father was true...in fact...I knew that the love I had for my family, and really everyone, was because we are His children.  It was His love and I could feel it all around me - and through me.  It consumed me.  It brought me peace, joy, and  great comfort.  I have thought so often of that day...the legacy it has been in my life.  So often I have hearkened back to it and remembered  those exquisite feelings, and known that our Heavenly Father loves me and every one of my brothers and sisters.  What a wonderful thing it would be if we could all, each and every one of us, know that we are in deed our Heavenly Father's and Heavenly Mother's children.  How would it change us?  I think of that and feel that it would have to make a difference to know it...but I am saddened to realize that Satan and those who chose to follow him in our pre-earth life knew that but it made no difference.  Why?  Obviously we all have agency...but why would you not choose our Father in Heaven?  Why would someone choose Satan?  The scriptures say that Cain loved Satan more than Heavenly Father, therefore he followed him.  But what could entice someone to love Satan more than Heavenly Father?  I just don't get it....  But in a way I do...every time I choose to disobey one of Heavenly Father's commandments I am choosing Satan...and usually I am persuaded to do that because of my own pride and my desire to escape the consequences...ohhhh such foolishness!!!

Ruby was blessed by her father, Michael John Rogers in the Westminster Ward, of the Wesminster Colorado Stake.  Both of her grandfathers - John Rogers and Richard Bainbridge, Chris Reed, Tavita, Halitakoa, Corey Grip, John Burton, Rob Larsen, Bret Bowen, and Bishop Burton were in the circle of priesthood holders as she received her name and blessing.  She was given the name Ruby Marie Rogers and blessed with a happy and joyful mortality, with a family that would loved her.  She was blessed to develop a great love and testimony of the Savior, Jesus Christ, with righteous desires.  She was blessed to be a great joy to her family and to have opportunities to serve others.  She was blessed with a healthy and strong body, marriage in the temple, and all other blessing that her Heavenly Father would bless her.  She was also blessed to be a light of example to all she meets.  It was a beautiful blessing by a loving father, for and in behalf of her loving Heavenly Father - what a wonderful blessing and legacy.

During the Fast and Testimony Meeting I sat on the back row with Rich and with Karen and Dave Hamblin (Cherstin's inlaws) who had driven up to be there for the blessing.  They have become a third set of grandparents to Emily, Mordecai, and Ruby.  Just another tender mercy that the Lord provides us as a result of the gospel. 

While I sat in the meeting I had a powerful and tender experience as I felt that my mother and grandmother, and even others, were in attendance too.  So often I think of my Mom with great love and admiration, but also with a deep sadness and remorse...but I felt enveloped with love and joy as I felt her presence.  A special tender mercy with feelings too precious and sacred for words.  It only makes sense that they would be there for this special day...after all...she is theirs too.

The 10th of April is also the 46th birthday of my youngest brother, Chad Ian Pehrson.  I remember so clearly the day he was born.  I was 12 years old and practicing with a Primary Choir that was to sing at Stake Conference, when my father walked into the building and motioned for me to come down from the stand.  He told me mom had gone to the hospital and I needed to go with him.  I don't remember just where my other brothers were.  We left and went up to a restaurant near the hospital.  Dad told me I could order what I wanted and I ordered an ice cream soda...had never had one before but I thought this was pretty neat.  Soon we were joined by another priesthood holder, I believe it was Floris Copier, but maybe not, so that they could go to the hospital and give Mom and the baby a blessing. 

Chad was born at 9 lb...but was placed in an incubator.  Mom was Rh- and these were the days before Rhogam.  The very fact that Mom had six of us is astounding really.  However, the situation for Chad was serious.  His belirubin count was seriously high.  Ultimately he had to have his blood exchanged twice to bring those levels down.  At one point it appeared that he would be very lucky to escape brain damage...and we used to tease Chad that was what was wrong with him!  It seemed that for weeks, even when they finally released him from the hospital, he was as yellow as mustard.  Luckily all worked out and we were so grateful.  Dad would later tease him that when they had exchanged his blood they had not put human blood back in but instead had used donkey blood - and his affectionate knick-name for him was "the donkey".

One of my favorite memories of him was when he was about 15 months old.  My Dad had already moved to Germany with Derk and Mom was trying to get us packed, the house emptied and rented, and get us to Germany.  Grandma was living up in Holliday and we were staying with her.  Mom would go over to the house and work all day long, often taking the rest of us with her, except for Chad, leaving him with Grandma.  One day Mom and the rest of us had been gone all day long and Grandma had had Chad.  Chad would just go from one thing to another, getting in to things.  Grandma would just get one of his messes cleaned up and he would have gone on to another 2-3 by then.  When she tried to catch him Chad reacted like it was a game of "tag" and would just run faster and faster.  The house had a circular floor pattern and he could outrun her easily.   By the time we came home Grandma was in tears.  She was tired, frazzled, and completely overwhelmed by one little "hellion."

Another of my memories was that he would eat dirt clods.  The dr. had told Mom that is was probably because he was anemic but that he would outgrow it.  However, when we got to Germany the houses that we lived in had lathe and plaster walls.  Every wall that Chad's crib was next to had huge holes in it as he would scratch and dig at the wall to eat the plaster!  By the time we moved from the house in Spesback he had eaten a 2'X2" hole!

Chad was a very sensitive child by nature.  When we would go to a movie or watch TV he would often sense a scene coming and he would say, "I don't think this is good for me to see" and he would get up and leave for a little bit, but often he wouldn't return until he had queried whether or not it was "safe" to come back.  LOL 

When he was just three we moved from Augsburg to Kaiserslautern.  One day Mom had gone to R.S. (this was when R.S. was held during the day, in the middle of the week) and taken Chad with her.  As she was sitting in the meeting she heard a melodic little voice singing, "Mom, come and wipe me!"   Chad was pretty much potty-trained but she required that she or someone else take care of that final step - and he was complying!  Chad wasn't embarrassed - but Mom was feeling the heat.

Chad loved music, often singing at the top of his lungs.  When he was in Primary, the children were being taught a song that had "Hosanna" in the chorus.  As the chorister taught that chorus she would have the children sing it over and over and over again.  Our family had a wonderful family, the Swanders, that we did lots of things with and Jerry was Dad's counselor in the bishopric and Zana was a great friend to Mom.  When we got home from Church Chad was quite indignant that he'd had to sing a song about Zana all day long.  He wanted to know when they were going to sing a song with "O-Chad!" in it.  LOL

This gift of music came naturally to Chad.  He learned to play the piano and took up the Bass Violin, playing in the orchestra at school when our family returned stateside.  He also found sports came very easily and loved baseball and football especially.  He gave up the music in order to play ball.  Sad, but true.  He also has a natural artistic ability, loves to paint, do stained-glass work, etching, and draw. 

One of my favorite memories of all time was when Mom was so sick.  She had a terrible C-Diff infection that was just causing her such distress.  In fact, it is one of the things that haunts me so - I wish I had realized how sick, how near death she was - I digress, but one night she was "sicker than a dog."  The diahrea from the infection was uncontrollable and reeked.  Chad "happened" to come by and Mom was so glad to see him.  As they were visiting suddenly Mom knew she needed to get to the bathroom but she was so weak and in pain and her feet were wrapped and put in contraptions that made it impossible to walk.  Chad moved as quickly as possible to help her but by then it was too late and Mom was in trouble.  By the time we got Mom to the bathroom Mom had lost everything and the diarhea was everywhere.  Mom was mortified but too weak to help herself.  The smell was awful and I was struggling to find a way to help Mom without losing my dinner.  But Chad, with a deftness, compassion, and strength that we needed, helped me get her bathed and dressed, all the while assuring Mom that it was no problem and that it was about time that he paid her back for all that he had put her through.  Mom just kept apologizing and felt so awful to have to have her children help her like that.  But Chad just wouldn't let her go that route.  It was an extremely tender scene and I have often reflected on it and been grateful that he just "happened" to be there, and that when he was he was so supportive and kind.  He is truly a hero to me.

Chad has worked very hard to establish his own business, has his pilot's license, and now has a wonderful wife, Ronnie, and three beautiful children, Brandt, Taylor, and Chase.  Heb, I'm so proud of you and I love you.  Happy Birthday!                 

I received a new calling recently as R.S. instructor for the "gospel principles" lessons. While teaching doesn't throw me much these lessons look to be somewhat of a challenge. Looking over the lesson that I am to teach in April, The Holy Ghost, is only 3 pages long and very basic information.... It would seem that everyone would have this knowledge - but perhaps things are not always as they seem. But I wonder how to teach this so that basic information is imparted and so that those who have the information in their knowledge base will also be edified. So my studying has taken me on a quest to learn what I might not know - and to ponder my relationship with the Holy Ghost as well.

In my ponderings I have thought a lot about my own testimony. And, I have thought about how the testimony of others have added to mine.

When I was very little, 3 or 4, I remember going to Primary and having my teacher talk to us in our class. She gave us construction paper with drawings of a placesetting on them that helped us learn how to set the table, where the glass went, knives, forks, spoons, etc. and play dishes to practice. I have no recollection about how that relates to a gospel principle - but I vividly remember that the Spirit testified to me (it still gives me goosebumps as I recall it all these years later) that the gospel was true, that the things my parents were teaching me were true, and that the church was true. That experience has had a profound impact on my life. And, when people dismiss the importance of teaching children I always think of how important that was to me and remember that it was the children and babes in arms when Christ came to the Americas that uttered such marvelous things that could not be written...children can be so very close to the spirit and feel its' power because their faith is so pure.

A few years later - as a 9-11 year old - I HATED Fast and Testimony Meeting. It seemed like the very same people got up every time and said the very same things, over and over again. I am sure my eyes rolled every time they got up. However, I came upon a way to get out of these "BORING" meetings quite by accident and I made use of it as often as I could for quite some time. My Dad was the bishop of our ward and so he didn't sit with us. And my Mom would have us (the kids) with her on one of the benches - usually in the middle of the chapel. Sometimes, when one of my little brothers were squirming, fussing, and being difficult Mom would nod to me and I would take them out into the foyer for a drink or to walk around a bit (these were the days when Sacrament Meeting was 1 1/2 hours long and in the afternoon or evening). One day I was really struggling with the testimonies and I was holding Jimmy (and he was being good too) and I thought how nice it would be if I could escape...and so I pinched him...just enough to make him fuss...and sure enough, Mom nodded to me to take him out! I was so happy. However, now as I have matured somewhat, I remember some of those testimonies and wish that I had appreciated them more.

Just a few years later - in my teens (15-16) - I had an experience that really helped me understand that my testimony really did inform everything that I did and was. It was during the height of the hippie movement and in that culture (which is like the pop culture of today) it was common for the kids of that time to think that they were so enlightened and they often engaged in asking "deep, philosophical questions" such as, "who am I really?" and "What is the meaning of life?" It was a time when drug use was rampant, New Age thinking was being promoted, and free love, peace, and make love not war were the typical slogans. I remember sitting on my bed one day, looking out the window and thinking about what was happening and the influence of these kids. I remember looking into a mirror and asking, "who am I?" and as I sat there it was as if a voice inside me just burst into my consciousness and said I KNEW that I was a child of God and I KNEW that I didn't need to waste my time or energy because I KNEW that the gospel was true, the Church was true, and that the plan of salvation was true. I KNEW I wanted to return to my Heavenly Father and I KNEW how to do it - and this wasn't the way. I dropped any fascination and preoccupation I had with these influences because I KNEW the truth. The Spirit had once again confirmed the truth to me in a very tangible way.

Years later, when we lived in Germany, I was teaching Gospel Essentials in Sunday School for the investigators and new members, I had the opportunity to teach about the Atonement. I had learned about the Atonement all my life and I thought that I knew it pretty well...but as I prepared to teach it (especially to non members and new members) I realized that I needed to do this very well - with plain language and in a very straight forward manner. I felt the responsibility keenly of teaching about this sacred event and I wanted the class to understand it well and I was also very concerned that there be no misunderstanding. I studied and studied and studied. I don't know how well I taught the class - but I had been taught by the Spirit as I studied and I was changed because of it.

As I continued my studying today In Moses and Genesis I was reading in Moses 6. Seven times (at least) there is reference to "teach" the gospel and the ways of God to our children. In fact, in one verse is says, "teach these things freely to your children" which I interpret to mean to do so at every opportunity - not just in formal settings - but in the day in and day out experiences of life. I believe that it was because I was taught early, carefully, lovingly, and frequently by my parents, teachers, and others that allowed the Spirit to whisper to me in unmistakeable terms that these things were true. In fact, if we do not teach can the Spirit confirm that truth? Probably yes, but likely - I doubt it happens much. Without testimonies that are built on bedrock we can too easily be swayed and influenced by the doctines of men and the lies of Satan. And if we do not teach these things to our children they are in grave danger and may well fall prey to the forces that seek to destroy and cause them endless misery. And, if we do not teach these things to our friends and neighbors and associates there is little hope for their happiness and joy - for truly it is the gospel of peace.

One Penny

I have been thinking about "little things" lately. I had been in line at the store when a gentleman ahead of me pulled out of his pocket some change. When he did many of the coins went rolling and he and I quickly bent down to retrieve them. The quarters and nickels and dimes were picked up first. As all the "big stuff" was collected he was less concerned about the pennies. I was still trying to collect them when he just waved his hand saying, "don't worry about them." I have thought about that on and off, wondering if that is kind of a type for what is happening in our country now.

When I was a young child my Mom would often see a penny or some other coin on the ground and encourage me to "see a penny, pick it up...all the rest o' the day good luck" (it went something like that LOL) or "a penny saved is a penny earned." And a penny was worth something back then - a candy bar probably twice the size of our current .89 bars was only a nickel (I say probably twice the size because I can twice remember candy makers cutting their sizes). The premium candy bars - Mounds, Snickers, Milky Way, etc. were a dime. An individual sized bag of chips or Fritos was a dime, as was Twinkies or Fruit Pies. I remember my Mom and Dad buying gasoline at the corner gas station where the station attendant checked your oil, washed your windows, and filled the car while you paid .19 a gallon. A first class stamp was .04. Milk was about .20 a half gallon, as I recall. And my folks paid $10,000 for their home. When we moved to Germany in 1966 my Dad earned $600 a month - and we thought that was wonderful.


When Rich and I first married we bought a new car - his was a stick shift and I didn't know how to drive it - a 1973 Ford Maverick. It was a great car. We called it "Morty" - don't ask me why - we just did LOL. But we paid about $3000 for him. The hotel we stayed in, in Oklahoma City on our way to South Carolina, (it was a nice hotel) cost us $12 - that is compared to the DIVE we stayed in the first night we got married that cost us $7 - it was a dollar extra because we chose a TV! (We actually had to go down to the manager's office and roll the tv back to our room - and - oddly enough I don't think we even turned it on! LOL) Our first home in 1975 cost us $26,000. Having a baby cost $600 - that was the cost of the hospital, anesthesiologist, physician, everything for an average 3 day stay. If it was a complicated birth requiring a C-section, the price went up to $1000. You paid those costs over the course of your prenatal care so that when the baby was due everything was taken care of. Most people didn't have insurance - that was just the way things were done.


Obviously prices have risen over the course of my life - a penny or two at a time. However, I was around when the super-inflation of the 1970's - 80's hit. It wasn't pretty then. We bought our first home at 8% interest. We bought our next one 3 1/2 years later at 11% - it had climbed from 9% to that 11% in the time it took us to build it - we sold it without ever moving in - the interest rate made the payments prohibitive. We found a home in Salt Lake that qualified for an FHA 235 loan at the 11% rate but the government program subsidized the interest which allowed us to once again purchase a home. A few months later people in our neighborhood moved in and ended up having loans at 17 and 18%. Then people started to lose their jobs and the market faltered. Many of the homes in our neighborhood were foreclosed on and families struggled to make it during that time.

While those times were no where near as bad as that of the depression - they were difficult. I am afraid for what very well may be ahead of us now. President Obama came out with the budget for 2011 - a whopping $3.83 TRILLION budget! That is at least $1.27 TRILLION more than the government will take in, with taxes on everything conceivable item and activity and assumptions that will be nearly impossible to meet. Nearly 4 TRILLION dollars - how many pennies is that????? I am very anxious that the debt that is being incurred and the spending that is spiraling out of control is going to bring us to an economic disaster that will make the depression look like a mild downturn.

When Elder Oaks came to our Stake in Westminster to change the Stake Presidency he talked to us very candidly about the economy. He urged us all to get our food storage, get out of debt, learn how to garden and put in fruit trees, berries, and nuts, learn how to sew and repair homes and cars. He talked about inflation and how much of our (the U.S.) debt is held by foreign countries (especially China). As he spoke I remembered being in Germany and my brothers and I found a 1,000,000 DM note and being so excited - we thought we had just won the lottery LOL - but my Dad told us that the money was worthless. We couldn't really understand how that could be. He then gave us a small economics lesson and told us that during the height of that inflationary period a wheelbarrow full of 1,000,000 DM notes couldn't buy a loaf of bread. We just couldn't wrap our minds around that. He then cautioned us that that time would come again and to make matters worse there might actually be nothing to buy with our money either. As I write this my mind floats back over our trip to East Germany with the kids and giving them the $10 to spend however they wanted - and there was NOTHING to buy!

What are we doing to ourselves?????? And to make matters worse we are hamstringing ourselves with bureaucratic red tape, regulations, and law suits that strangle the spirit out of us - it boxes us in, crippling us so that we can move quickly enough to the quickly ever changing market forces that are now global in scope instead of just national or local. Why take the risks to start a business or expand one if you have a hassle on every side or will be sued or pay everything back in taxes? This is crazy!

I just can't understand why we need a Department of Education, and EPA, the EEOC... The layers and layer of bureaucracy, waste, and money - who are we joking? We are bankrupt! We have been borrowing from the Chinese and they don't even want to underwrite our debt now! You don't keep spending when you don't have it! You can make a case for any of the programs or expenses that the government is doing - but that isn't the test. There are precious few things that our constitution calls for...the rest are nice...but not essential! And if it isn't essential - WE DON'T NEED IT!!! WE CAN'T AFFORD IT!!!!


I have been reading Sarah Pallin's book, "Going Rogue." I like one of the attitudes that is so on display in it - she talks about the sacred trust of "the people's money" and how she wanted everyone in her administration in Alaska to remember that this wasn't just money that grew on trees or that just came out of an ATM - it was the hard earned dollars and CENTS of the people. It reminded me of when I was Stake Relief Society President - I had gone with my Stake President to a training meeting in San Diego where we learned about church welfare. I was impressed with a statistic that the General Authority gave us about how well managed the Lord's funds were - at that time they believed that our Bishops throughout the Church were benevolently caring for the poor but were mindful that these were the sacred funds of the Lord and that there was only about a 3% waste. How sad that Washington, D.C. and our state and local governments don't seem to even recognize the sacred trust that they hold! It is like they think there is some kind of account that just magically fills for whatever pet project or whim they have!


Perhaps even more scary is what as happened to us - one little thing at a time - one little attitude at a time. Quickly we have come to believe that it is the government's role to provide cars, houses, daycare, healthcare, education, jobs for our citizens.... More and more we have come to believe that we can't do these things for ourselves. And, we have become more and more complacent and willing to just turn over our money as our contribution. More and more we have turned over our sovereignty, our free will, to act for ourselves, to choose what we will do. We are becoming enslaved and we will rue the day that we bought the lie that government could do these things for us better or easier than we can do for ourselves.

Every year in Seminary you have the opportunity to teach about the Lord's plan, the United Order, the law of consecration. Every year you have an opportunity to expose Satan's counterfeit plans of socialism, communism, and fascism that have been introduced (usually just about the same time as the Lord's plan is being introduced) and to show the differences between them and teach about the outcomes. I just didn't ever think that I would see such a naked attempt to bring about these counterfeit plans in our own country so quickly and be so promoted and adored by so many of our citizens. I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone!

Our government, that was inspired by the Lord for this promised land, has been corrupted and is now promoting the coveting of our neighbor's property and if our neighbor has the good sense to want to hang on to his money and property (believing that he earned it and it is his to do as he chooses) our government is trying to smear him with lies and falsehoods - and if that doesn't work they are advocating the outright theft of his goods! And what is so appalling is that so many are taken in by the lies - they are actually believing that it isn't "fair" for someone to have more than another! How is it possible that we have sunk this low this fast? It wasn't that long ago that everyone I knew believed in an honest days work for an honest days pay, helping someone in need, that you got ahead in life by working hard and doing your best - being prepared for the opportunities when they came your way, being honest, the little things - that if you saved the pennies then the dollars would follow.

Perhaps that is one of the problems in our current situation - the numbers are just so huge that you get to the point that you just can't believe that one penny is all that important. But it is.

This evening Rich and I took out the people (a single gent and a single lady and in their early 70's -neither act like it) on our home teaching list to supper. When we first met them last year we thought they ought to get to know one another and this proved a great time to do that. It turned out to be quite an enjoyable evening - not nearly as awkward as I thought it might be. Both of them have children - hers are in Virginia, Indiana, and here, his are here and in Knoxville, and of course we are empty nesters too.

I can readily see how difficult it is to get a single adult program off the ground. The responsibilities and ties that we have to those we are intimately involved with are still extremely important and we want to take every opportunity we can to be with and for them. Unfortunately however, there are many long hours and days with little to occupy one's mind or time unless one chooses to overcome the barriers of age, illness, finances, transportation, etc. and to get involved. I think back to a talk I heard at conference a long time ago - can't remember who even talked about this (except I think it was a Sister - so maybe R.S.) - who was talking about self reliance and mentioned that one of the best things that we can do is to develop talents, hobbies, and interests that we enjoy doing and that can be done independent of those we love or of other people. It made good sense to me then (and I was a middle aged mom) but having a desire to do things was not a problem - time and money was. But as I move more solidly into this next phase of life I can more appreciate the wisdom of this counsel. Again, time and money are factors - but I certainly have MUCH more time than I did just a couple of years ago (an money too) and I have tons of things that interest me and I like to do - now the quest is to safeguard health so that I can engage in these for as long as I choose.

Time - that elusive commodity. So easily wasted. So easily wished away. So precious. I guess the same questions about our use of time are appropriate for any age. What are we doing of value with this very precious gift? Are we choosing to help and lift another or are we engaged in time-wasting activities that have little return on our investment? Are we improving ourselves, anxiously engaged, or are we just going with the flow?

I remember watching a moving a long time ago - it had Meryl Streep in it (I think) - called "Defending Your Life." In some ways it was quite thought provoking - it was about a couple of people who had died and now were engaged in reviewing and defending their lives. Both my Mom and Rich's Mom had reached points in their lives when they "were ready to go." Both expressed satisfaction with their lives - and I wonder if that says something to me about my life - I have too many things I need and want to do and I wonder if I would be satisfied with my choices - or if I would have lots of regrets - not so much about what I have done - but what I should have done or wished I had done...it just seems that there is so much that can and should be done...and I sometimes wonder (and perhaps I ought to ask this question always LOL) what Heavenly Father would have me do...would He be proud...what did I turn away from because it was too hard, I was too tired, or lazy, or self-centered, or proud, or I just didn't see a way to accomplish it and I didn't think to ask Him how? Ahhhhh...these melancholy moments! Live so that there are NO REGRETS!

On a lighter note - yesterday the tv was on and Rich was half heartedly listening to an old Alfred Hitchcock program. Anyone reading this is way to old to remember him...but the series was a staple in homes across America in the late 50's and early 60's. It was usually pretty entertaining and had a twist in each program. But what sparked my memory was the drawing of him at the close of the show - it is a line drawing - a cariacture really - easily depicting his rotundness - he was obese. Well, when my brother, Mike, was about 4-ish he thought that he would give my mom a compliment. He told her that she had a "head just like a basketball." After a while I guess he thought that had not come out quite like he thought it would and so he told her that she "had a bottom just like a drum." Mom knew that he was trying his best to be complimentary - but she didn't anticipate that her less than enthusiastic appreciation for his compliments would bother him so much that he kept trying to find ways that expressed all the love he was feeling until he told her, "Mom, you look just like Alfred Hitchcock!" Oh Mike - you need to learn to stop when you're ahead! Kids really do say the darndest things! LOL

Music

Can I just say that I love music? One of my callings right now is choir pianist. I have done this for years and so I feel comfortable enough - but I am also stretching as the chorister is a purist for timing as opposed to Tamara who was more about the feeling (not that Tamara didn't care about timing). And, I have always been more about feeling and so this is VERY good for me - needless to say - my metronome and I are becoming VERY good friends! LOL

I enjoyed playing for the choir, especially during holiday seasons or for special numbers because the music "spoke to me" and seemed to help me get in the mood faster than anything else I ever could do to get there. When our children were little it seemed that we sang children's songs all the time - especially nursery and primary songs. When the kids were in YW/YM I loved having their music in our home and having the kids sing around the piano - songs such as "Jesus Was No Ordinary Man," Called to Serve," or "The Work and the Glory."

I knew there was power in music to change lives, to bring the spirit into our lives. I am eternally grateful for the power of the spirit and music that enveloped Desi, Cherstin, and I as we played together. Perhaps there was nothing there but cacophony by anyone else's standards - but we could feel it and we were changed by it. Truly blessings were poured out upon our heads.

I never hear "Consider the Lillies" and not think of my mother. She too loved music and could feel its power. I will always be grateful to her for her patience and encouragment. There were many lessons that I "ditched." Sister Peterson was a good teacher but I just didn't enjoy my lessons after a while, like so many others, at that difficult stage where progression isn't readily seen or heard (especially if you don't practice LOL). I don't really know how much of Sister Peterson's time or my mother's money I wasted - let alone what I could have learned - but I am grateful my mom just never gave up on me. In fact, she got me a great teacher when we lived in Augsburg and a teacher when we lived in K-Town too. As I got older she would listen and tell me she could feel what I was "feeling" in my playing - that made me feel good. Oh, how I wish I could tell her that today.....

I remember when "I Am a Child of God" was first published for our use. It came through the Primary for the annual Sacrament Meeting Program. It seems that that song, and a few others too, have always been a part of me. Even when I had just heard it for the first time it seemed as though I had always known it. When the new Hymn Book was published there were songs in it that were "new" but felt so familiar. "Because I Have Been Given Much," "Lord, I Would Follow Thee," or "Press Forward, Saints." I often have wondered how that could be.

When I was a teen living in Germany Alexander Schreiner, the Tabernacle Choir Organist, came to visit. He spent time with all organists and "aspiring" organists of our stake to teach us a little bit about the organ and music in the Church. After our meeting some of us were standing around chatting with him and he was gracious enough to spend that time with us in an unfettered way. I remember telling him about "I Am a Child of God" and how it had always felt a part of me. I asked him if he thought it was possible that the "inspiration" that some sacred music composers describe was necessary because it really was a hymn from our "Heavenly Hymnal" and could that be why it seemed so familiar - because it was. He responded that he didn't know - but that he too had felt that inspiration as he had composed hymns and as he had sung others that "he knew." Sometimes I just wonder. It kind of makes sense to me if we're going to come forth with songs of everlasting joy - don't we all have to know the same song? I can't imagine being in that chorus or choir!

Both Cherstin and Desi have shared how much they love the new song they are learning and teaching the children in their wards this year. I wonder if it is one that is and will be sung by Heavenly Choirs. I don't know - but I sure hope each of us learns it and that it fills each of our hearts with the redeeming love of our Savior. Seems to me that we are going to need it!