In this post: Reunions with Sister Hailey
Holtzclaw, Family, and my bosom friend,
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yes. Another beautiful day in Yosemite. Kris' brother
Kevin, his wife Catherine and two of their five boys,
Justin and Derek, came for a visit. The Redbud in
the Park was on full display. Beautiful.
Showing Kevin and family the trail, via a bronze map,
that Kris, Call, Ty and Anne Marie followed when
they hiked Half Dome last year.
Taking the hike to Vernal Falls
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's
peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The
winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms
their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Photo of John Muir in Yosemite. Do yourself a favor and
purchase Ken Burns' "The National Parks" documentary.
...And after ten years spent in the heart of it, rejoicing and
wondering, bathing in its glorious floods of light, seeing
the sunbursts of morning among the icy peaks, the noonday
radiance on the trees and rocks and snow, the flush of
alpenglow, and a thousand dashing waterfalls with their
marvelous abundance of irised spray, it still seems to me
above all others the Range of Light.
Alpenglow: A reddish glow seen on mountain tops
before sunrise or after sunset.
Justin, Derek and Ty on the walk to Vernal.
Illyilouette Falls...seen on the walk to Vernal.
The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are
so delicately harmonized they are mostly hidden. Water-
falls, five hundred to one or two thousand feet high, are so
subordinated to the mighty cliffs over which they pour that
they seem like wisps of smoke, gentle as floating clouds,
though their voices fill the valley and make the rocks tremble.
The Redbud trees were just indescribable...and
everywhere. I know you can grow them in your yard. But,
they just appear different in a setting such as Yosemite.
On our walk to Vernal Falls.
Ty, Marie, Kris, Justin, Catherine, Derek and Kevin
with Vernal Falls in the background.
The Vernal, four hundred feet high and about seventy-five
or eighty feet wide, drops smoothly over a round-lipped
precipice and forms a superb apron of embroidery, green
and white, slightly folded and fluted, maintaining this form
nearly to the bottom, where it is suddenly veiled in quick-
flying billows of spray and mist, in which the afternoon
sunbeams play with ravishing beauty of rainbow colors.
I just can't apologize for sharing more Redbud.
Water flowing downstream of Vernal.
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 other's hearts. We share private family jokes.
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and
joys. We live outside the touch of time.
If life is a theater, then parenting is improv.
Perhaps you can explain why I just saw three cousins
carrying a huge log 'for fun?' After raising three boys
myself, and Catherine FIVE boys, why would it not
have occurred to us that they were making this effort
so they could toss it over the bridge we were about
to cross? No harm done. I'm sure John Muir is still
resting easy...and it really was fun watching it float
off to some new resting place! But...hello!! I mean,
we weren't off to build a campfire or anything...
Following lunch at the beautiful Ahwahnee Lodge.
Photo by Kris.
The last bear I saw in the wild was in
West Yellowstone, as a child! Fun!
Have you seen the new show 'Minute
To Win It?' Kris and Kevin had to have 'a go'
at this challenge after we watched it
together on television.
(Good going, Kris. Sorry, Kevin!!)
Kris, Ty, Anne Marie, Marie, Marilyn and her daughter, Christy.
Our dear friend, "Sister" Hailey Holtzclaw returned
from serving her Latter-Day-Saint mission in Lisbon,
Portugal. We flew Anne Marie home to surprise
Hailey because they grew up together (as did Christy,
Marilyn's daughter...also shown.) Kris was
her home teacher forever, and I was one of her
Young Women Leaders. Marilyn Stokes, who brought
Hailey to Church since she was a very young girl
(because her family were not members of our Church),
also flew in from just outside of Boston, Massachusetts to
surprise our dear friend.
I have to tell you... Marilyn
moved away from Turlock when Ty was only about a year
old. So, he did not really know her like the rest of our family did.
However, Marilyn was the friend we phoned at 1:00 A.M. early
Christmas morning in 1994 to come and stay with our
other three children, while Kris and I went to the hospital
and I gave birth to Ty! Just one reason I call her my
'bosom' friend. She just is. So fun to have her back
in our home.
Oh, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Henry Wordsworth Longfellow
Video of Anne Marie answering the door when Hailey
came to say hello. She had no idea Anne Marie was
in town. When she say's "I thought I was coming home
to a ghost town" she is referring to the fact she did
not think any of her young friends would be around
because college is still in session for most. So fun!! She
was not released yet...thus the handshake with Kris! LOVE
when she say's "Are we still on film?...I have to be well-
behaved. I have the name of the Church.." and
she points to her name tag!
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried
grapple them unto your soul with hoops of steel.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave,
but not our hearts. ~~Oliver Wendell Holmes~~
Kris and Anne Marie tried cooking on the salt
tablet we received from Dodd and Zan (Kris'
brother) for Christmas. It was FABULOUS.
One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must
regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote
our attention to eating! ~~Luciano Pavarotti~ Haha!
Good bye, sweet daughter...for now!