28 January 2011

The Final Christmas Act. Except...Nobody Dies.

~Christmastime is family time~
Boyd K. Packer

I read with deep feeling today an article in the Church
News entitled Jesus is the Christ, by President
Packer. For many various reasons, this
article resonated within my spirit. He wrote about
the Savior having siblings, as recorded in Mark,
and he shared about things as they are beyond the veil.

Below, are finally my "last" posted photos from
the holidays. You can see the pictures. What
you can't see are the feelings that
looking at them stirred in me today, especially
after reading and feeling the knowing, wise,
and reflective words of one of
God's apostles currently here upon the earth.

Kris and Anne Marie made some fantastic meals
they found from the Food Network. This was
New Years...yum!

A fresh 2011 morn...some Bolo Toss in Uncle Matt
and Aunt Molly's backyard with cousins.

Her only super powers are that she can walk
in heels without wobbling and if you don't
think that's amazing you've never tried it.
~Brian Andreas~

Jamin and Ann (in Uncle Creed and Aunt
Ellen's front yard), who we rarely get to
see. They live in Provo, where Jamin
is an English Professor at BYU.
One of their four was MIA...but it
was easier to grab what shot we could!
All parents understand!
Aren't they cute??

Kris, cutting oranges from Creed and Ellen's tree.
These are not your local grocery store variety.

The future is as bright as your faith.
President Thomas S. Monson

I am thankful for the hope of these words. And,
the faces of little Laura Grace and Emily
make them easy to believe in.
Pure innocence.
And, because of the Savior, our spirits
can reflect this truth...The future is
as bright as your faith.

Anne Marie and Madison.

It's such hard work for her to stop working.
Marilynne Robinson,
from Gilead.

My folks invited all family members on New Years
morning to come for traditional Swedish
Pancakes and Belgian waffles.
Mom started serving breakfast at 7:30 a.m.
and cooked until 12:15. Nonstop traffic.

Grandma 'plating' a Swedish pancake for Anne Marie.
For more about this family traidition, go here:

Sister packer and I have celebrated together 63
Christmases, and that is just the beginning.
[This was MY parents 61st Christmas together.]
We know that Christmastime is family time.
The joy of Christmas is when little children
are around. I know parents struggle through
the year in the raising of their children, but
at Christmastime we are glad to have them
around! They make the Christmas spirit.
Christmastime is family time.
~Boyd K. Packer~

While it's romantic to talk about growing
old together, it mostly happens
while you're napping.

Memory is merciful,
it fades past pain,
yet holds bright the colors
of recalled joy.

While gazing out of the window of life
tears that fell somehow
seem less tragic falling in the garden
of softening time.

And the wisdom of years
accepts eternal passages while
embracing the sublime.
~Richard D. Rowan. My brother.~

I love this photo.
Because I know how "in the moment"
Richard savors his time with his mom and dad.
Look at his face. Complete and total mindfulness
of the moment.

Kris with his beautiful mother, Mollie.
You can see where he got his good looks.
What you can't see, is how his
spirit resembles hers.
Or, on second thought...maybe you can!

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Hyer
(Kris' brother Kevin's son.)
Married just after Christmas in the
Mount Timpanogas Temple.

20 January 2011

"If a bagpipe is played in the country, and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?"

We found out the answer to that
question is "yes." Amazing how this
instrument draws an audience.

Kris and Ty...not bothering the neighbors!
Practice where ya need to, I guess!
They are improving!

This is for you, Grandpa.
Scotland The Brave...or,
Praise to the Man.

Looking at his pipes last night, Ty said:
"This is such a beautiful instrument."
He found his musical love.
And, it makes my musical
bones smile...

(Yeah...those are earplugs you see him
removing at the end of the number!
We all need them.)

Amazing Grace

Life is one grand, sweet
song, so start the music.
~Ronald Reagan~

~Oh Rowan tree, oh Rowan tree,
Thou'lt aye be dear to me.~

Yes, Virginia...there IS a song entitled
The Rowan Tree. How awesome that
Ty's middle name is Rowan, and
that his great-Rowan-grandparents are
actually buried beneath one
of these trees.
(This was recorded before his teacher gave
the 'go ahead' to add any drones. Thus,
the lack of depth that you may notice.)

16 January 2011

My Awesome Brothers

Steve (Oral Surgeon), Rick (Orthodontist)
Ganon (Rick's son/Dentist), Scott
(Matt's son...H.S. student assisting),
and Matt (Endodontist).

Three of my four brothers and two nephews...Dr. Rowan,
Dr. Rowan, Dr. Rowan and Dr. Rowan (Ha!) are in
the Dominican Republic bringing much needed
dental care to the people there. Over three hundred
in line yesterday. They were able to help one
hundred of them. Tomorrow they will be visiting
a very impoverished area. We are blessed.

If you haven't any charity in your heart, you
have the worst kind of heart trouble.
~Bob Hope~

Never look down on anybody unless
you're helping him up.

You can't live a perfect day without doing something
for someone who will never be able to repay you.
~John Wooden~

Don't be yourself...be
someone a little nicer.

(Christmas post below...)

14 January 2011

Christmas Our Way.

Well, you've all heard the jokes about being subjected to
the home movies and photos of other families.
Consider yourself warned. This post
is primarily so my family members far away
can share in the Rowan traditions.
Hyer and Rowan overload
about to occur:

Pre-Christmas Belgian Waffles made by
Anne Marie and dad.

Call and his adorable girlfriend,
Whitney Overman.

Each year, we rotate gathering for Christmas Eve
between the homes of my siblings. Steve and
Bev were our hosts this year. Their home is so
lovely, roomy, and comfortable to meet in.
Thanks, you guys.

No, this is not a ward party but it may resemble one.
And you can't see nearly all of us...they are
spread out throughout the house!
We had so many family members home this year!
I love how this video (unplanned) begins
and ends with Grandpa making the
rounds...visiting with each
and every one.

Rick and Deb's Lyndsay! SOO glad she was home this year!

The constitution only guarantees the American
people the right to pursue happiness.
You have to catch it yourself.
~Benjamin Franklin~

Cousins Anne Marie and Lyndsay

Isn't it heaven when family
can be friends?

What's up, Bre?
~Ty Hyer~

As mom used to say, "Never be bothered by something
you'd be splitting your sides over if it were
happening to Lucille Ball."

Carpe Diem, Craig!

Not all worries end up as water under the bridge
or over the dam. Some evaporate.
~Robert Brault~

This is the center of the universe at this moment unless
you're looking in another direction, or are thinking
about something from a long time ago, in
which case it will wait quietly right
here until you return.
~Brian Andreas~

At each table setting, cute little 'poppers' were
placed. (See above.) Inside each popper
there was a tissue paper crown, and small toy of some sort.


Laura and Madison share a song.
(If you need an extra big smile today
of these girls singing...
just go here...scroll down to the
little girls singing, and you'll get it.)

Doug, Scott, and Ty

I tell my child, if I seem obsessed to always
know where you've been, it is because
my DNA will be found at the scene.
~Robert Brault~

Doug playing Liebestraume, by Franz Liszt.
And, it didn't sound like chop sticks.
When's the last time you heard
someone in H.S. play
Liebestraume, by Franz Liszt?

You should hear him play.
You should.

My mother traditionally reads the Christmas Story
each Christmas Eve from Luke. This year, the
Great-Grandchildren sang the story,
in between her narration of the story.
Well, Matt and Molly's Emily is"just" a grandchild,
not a great-grandchild. But, we do not discriminate
against generations that overlap!

For unto us a child is born.

Just trying to help you make the transition from
missionary to ordinary citizen, Michael!
The cousins always exchange gifts, and
Grandma and Grandpa give their gifts to the
grandchildren and great grandchildren,
too. A favorite part of the evening.

In keeping with our Christmas Eve tradition of new
pajamas...here we are! S.F. Giants P.J.'s!!
Gotta love it!
Whitney received Gap J.'s instead. But....

...Christmas morning she felt like one of the family!

(These are the Giants Jammie pants. Fun, huh?)

I know. I know. I'm almost getting nauseated
myself. But...it was a long time coming, folks.

Call and Whitney

Anne Marie
Ty and Chase

Oh my goodness. We nearly forgot! Christmas
morning was Ty's 16th birthday! Grandpa
took a photo of Ty playing soccer, and used
that image to create this very cool glass
piece of art of Ty kicking the ball!
Look at that cool base!

Christmas Morning! Brunch with the
Elder's, and my parents! What
could possibly be better?

And because I'm always singing "in holy" places
(as Linda Arakelian said...who took this photo),
I rarely have a photo of myself singing!
Thanks, Linda, for the fun photo and
the beautiful evening in your home.

(If, by chance you missed the really fun videos
of Ty discovering his Bagpipes on Christmas
morning, go here.)