29 May 2009

A Weekend In Phases: This is the "Classic Grandpa Tells a Joke" Phase.

This needs some set up because I started the video
a little late.  Dad/Grandpa introduced the joke by saying 
that a Catholic Minister, Preacher, and a Rabbi wanted to
see which one of them might have the most success
trying to convert a bear.  You can read the complete
joke in the Reader's Digest!

(My favorite is always watching him try and suppress
his grin and his laugh the closer he comes 
to the punch line.)

A Weekend In Phases: Phase "Food and Fun"

We do not remember days; 
we remember moments.

Madison, Camille, and Laura got it right!

Ice Cream cravings are not to be
taken lightly!

~Betsy Canas Garmon

Children are an heritage of the Lord.
Psalm 127:3

Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for
each other and for their children.  Parents have a sacred duty to rear
their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical
and spiritual needs, to teach them to love and serve one
another, to observe the commandments of God and
to be law-abiding citizens wherever they live.  Husbands
and wives--mothers and fathers--will be held
accountable before God for the discharge
of these obligations.

The Family: A Proclamation to the World
The First Presidency And Council Of The Twelve Apostles
Of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of
Latter-Day Saints

                          is in the ordinary...
            in one's daily life...
                                in friends, family,
            in one's
                                  own backyard.

Some of this year's Z-ball contenders.  

To us, family means putting your arms
around each other and being there.

~Barbara Bush

(For video snippet of game keep scrolling.)

28 May 2009

A Weekend In Phases: Phase "Z-Ball"

   When you are far away, familiar
 voices are a welcome sound.
 Here are a few of the final
contenders from this years game.  
Trophy remains at the Hyer home.  :)  :)  :)

26 May 2009

A Weekend In Phases: Phase "Water"

You've all heard the phrase "All because two people fell in
love."  Well, here they are.  Meet Bob and Donna.  
In love since the 2nd grade.  Married 60 years
this year.

For 22 years now, Bob and Donna with their branches,
twigs, sprouts, and buds have been meeting in Groveland to celebrate
being a family.  It started with them.  They had five children.  Those
children had 25 children.  And so far, those children have had 16 
children (the newest cousin, Monet' Sophia, was born to
Grant and Hayley just a few weeks ago).  "The Cousins" have
always called each other just that..."The Cousins."  These posts
are for all of the family, but especially those who were 
unable to be with us this year.

Uncle Kris and Anne Marie try to redeem themselves
after last years topple.  Kennebunkport?  Who 
needs Kennebunkport?

Cousins fishing on the dock.  Throughout the years, the faces
of the fishermen have changed...but the mood and the love
remain the same.  (I love Jeffrey's hand on Ty's back.)
Keep scrolling: Below is a family video game 
for everyone to play called
"Name The Cousins."  

More Phases to come....

A Weekend in Phases: Phase "Name The Cousins."

Ganon throws the football to those who swam out
to the dock.  Ganon is my nephew; son of my
second oldest brother.  Other names he
answered to over the weekend include:
 son, grandson, uncle, dad, brother and husband.  To all
"The Cousins" out there...can you name who is on the dock? 
Sidenote:  This family has truly come full circle.  Ganon is
one of Bob and Donna's oldest grandchildren.  His children
now attend school with a couple of Bob and Donna's
youngest son's children.  Got that?  It's too hard to
figure out...so they just keep calling themselves 
"The Cousins."    

20 May 2009

Slow Down...Ya Move Too Fast.

I think God is going to come down and pull civilization
over for speeding.  ~~Steven Wright

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the mornin' last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones,
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.

Hello lampost, what cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo-doo, Feelin' groovy.

Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me!
Life I love you, All is groovy!

~~Simon and Garfunkel

15 May 2009

Character Counts Squared

This week Call was recognized at an awards ceremony by one
of his teachers.  He participates in a Peer Tutoring class where
he helps disabled students.  He lifts and carries them; he lifts and
carries their wheelchairs and takes care of their special needs in
whatever way he can.  He helps them on and off of the bus.  He talks
to them.  He helps them with their work.  He is their friend.  The 
teacher said that many years he has "passed" on nominating a 
student for this recognition because it has been too difficult to 
choose the individual to honor.  However, he said that this year, Call 
had distinguished himself in an "unusual way with his compassion and
 caring.  If he is absent...it is a minor emergency for me."  This is the 
same young man who used to go around the neighborhood as a young 
boy unloading the neighbors groceries for them.  Just because.
Character, compassion, and kindness do count.

Some people ask "Why get married?  It's just
a piece of paper."  Point missed.  It's what the 
piece of paper represents that matters.
Congratulations, Call.

God uses your faith to mold your character.

Richard G. Scott
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

13 May 2009

Unexplained Mystery Solved. Why Mom Could Never Catch Son.

Last weekend, Ty qualified to represent his school in the
county track meet.  Twenty schools participated.  He ran
the 100 meter sprint, the 200 meter sprint, and the final
leg of the 4 X 100 relay.  He placed first in all three races.
Unfortunately, he's seriously lacking in the personality department.

I let my feet spend as little time on the ground as possible.
From the air, fast down, and from the ground, fast up.

~Jesse Owens 

"The hand off."
I guess that knee surgery Ty had last November is
not holding him back!

If you don't try to win you might as well hold the
Olympics in somebody's back yard.

~Jesse Owens
(In 1936, Jesse Owens became the first American to
win four Olympic gold medals in track and field.)

12 May 2009

He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother.

For Mothers Day, my two boys at home surprised me with
a series of photos.  Because I have signed them up in the 
"Identity Protection Program" founded by good moms,
all of the photos will not be posted."

He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
Composed by Bobby Scott,
Sung by Neil Diamond

Chase and Anne Marie really grew up together because
they were so close in age.  Likewise, Call and 
Ty have been joined at the hip for many years.

To the outside world we all grow old.  But not to brothers 
and sisters.  We know each other as we always were.  We 
know each others hearts.  We share private family jokes.
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs
and joys.  We live outside the touch of time.
~Clara Ortega

A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.
The Field of Two Brothers
by, Robert E. Rubinstein

Long, long ago in the land of Israel, there lived two brothers who loved each other very much.  They were poor wheat farmers, and they shared but one field, which yielded very little harvest during the year.  The younger brother lived on one side of the field in a two-room house with his wife and children, and the older brother lived alone in a one-room house on the opposite side of the field.

One night during harvest-time, the older brother awoke suddenly.  He sat up in his bed, thinking, It's not fair that I should receive an equal share of the wheat with my brother.  He should have a greater share because he has a wife and children to feed besides himself.  It must be very difficult for him, yet he never complains.

So the older brother got up from his bed, dressed, and went out to where he kept his wheat.  It took him several trips across the dark field to carry a goodly portion of his wheat to his brother's wheat pile.  When he returned home, he slept peacefully the rest of the night.

Later that same night the younger brother awoke suddenly.  He sat up in his bed, thinking, It's not fair that I should receive an equal share of the wheat with my brother.  I have a wife and children.  When I grow old, I will have someone to care for me, to provide food for me.  My brother has no children.  When he grows old, he will be alone.  He should have the greater share of the wheat so that he can sell some of it to provide for his old age.

So the younger brother got up from his bed, dressed, and went out to where he kept his wheat.  It took him several trips across the dark field to carry a goodly portion of his wheat to his brother's wheat pile.  When he returned home, he slept peacefully the rest of the night.

The next day each brother looked in amazement at his own pile of wheat, only to discover that it had not diminished!  The brothers again worked in the field, divided the wheat, and added wheat to each other's pile during the night.  And so it continued for many nights 
during the harvest.

One night as the older brother was carrying his wheat across the field, he saw his younger brother carrying his wheat across the field.  They stopped and looked at each other and at what the other one was carrying.  Then they understood why the wheat piles never grew smaller.  They both realized how much they loved and cared for each other.  The brothers dropped their bundles of wheat to the ground, ran to each other, and embraced.

God saw the love that these brothers had for each other.  He blessed their field, and the field became more and more fertile.  The brothers grew much wheat together, 
enough for both to live on when they grew older.

06 May 2009

Hens and Chicks for Mother's Day

Definition of 'Hens and Chicks'

The Hen is the main plant--the chicks are the offspring which
 start as tiny buds on the main plant and soon sprout their
 own roots, taking up residence close to the mother plant.

(These are in my yard.  I received the 'starts' for them 
from my mother's garden several years ago.)

Here, you see a human exhibit of  'Hens and Chicks.'  Having lost Kris' father to cancer twenty years ago his mother, Mollie, has been the steadying influence in his family...the 'mother plant.'  She never ceases to amaze with her energy and love.  The grandchildren know that to Grandma the most important thing is to look to the Savior.  To this day, when Kris receives a birthday card from her he is reminded to "keep the commandments and hold to the iron rod."   
 He takes great pleasure in telling our own kids that parents will always be parents!  They will always care about the spiritual welfare of their children, no matter how old they get!  Our family is blessed by the fact that Kris inherited a spirit much like his mother's...naturally tender, gracious and kind. 

Here are a few Mother's Day trinkets given to me
by my own chicks back in the 'olden days.' 

~Placemat from Ty 
~Wooden recipe book holder from Chase
~Hand-made strawberry pin from Anne Marie
~A "ruby" ring purchased from a school 'store' from Chase
~Hand-made heart shaped pin with glitter and buttons from Call
 ~Necklace made out of rolled paper.  (Which one of my chicks made this for me?)

Anne Marie wrote and gave this to me one year.  I guess
loving the beauties of the earth starts early with us.

It reads:

In many ways I believe my life has
been as a flower in the garden of life.
Many have contributed bits and pieces.
But we all have one gardner...
One who nurtures, loves, and cares for us.
My gardner is my Mother.

A rose may just be a rose...unless...
it was grown, groomed, tended, pruned, and hand
 delivered to you by your mother earlier this 
month on your birthday.  
My "gardener."

"The Savior has always been the protector of those who would
accept His protection.  He has said more than once, 'How oft
would I have gathered you as a hen gathereth her chickens,
and ye would not.'  There seems to be no end to the Savior's 
desire to lead us to safety."

Henry B. Eyering
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

02 May 2009

Yellow...It Shines For You

Yeah, they were all yellow.


My little neighbor.  His mother knows that my favorite color
of a rose is yellow.  For the third year in a row, he has 
appeared at my door with a small bouquet of yellow 
roses from their bush.  Good mama, huh?

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

~~William Shakespeare

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing petals,
He made their tiny wings.


Some years back, we visited The Chapel of the Rosary in
Vence, France with my parents.  The windows of the 
chapel were made by Henri Matisse.  Following 
our trip, my dad surprised me with this 
stained glass window he made patterned after the 
Matisse windows in the chapel.  Yellow and blue 
 have been my favorite colors since I can remember.