How are you? It seems so long ago that your last letter came in. Not much in the way of news, but there is still some. For the world news? I don't know if you've heard, but Margaret Thatcher passed away this week. Florida is being invaded by rat-sized giant snails. That sounds like the picture you sent us! The man who developed the oral polio vaccine, Dr. Hilary Koprowski, passed away at 96 years old, and a lab-engineered kidney works in rats.
And in home town Brazil? "President Dilma Rousseff may be among the world’s most popular presidents but her chances of re-election next year are being challenged by a formidable opponent – the humble tomato. The price of tomatoes is partly seasonal, but also symptomatic of rising inflation in the country. It is as sensitive in Brazil – and, in particular, São Paulo and the surrounding state of the same name – as that of onions in India because of their status as a staple food in a region whose Italian immigrant roots run very deep. This year, bad weather has driven tomato prices up by about threefold, evoking protests from restaurateurs in a city known for the country’s best pizzas and pastas and throwing a spotlight on nagging inflation in Brazil."
News from your roommate Jeremy, "I am also the new District Leader in the North York District! I have NO idea what I am doing and I literally feel completely overwhelmed! I don't even get to finish training! I am excited to go back to Toronto but I am nervous about having a companion that is actually from China."
Not only was your friend Ally Southworth in the general conference choir, we also found this picture posted of Tanner Thompson singing in the choir.
And you were right about Axel Leimer. Somehow in the excitement of Grant Bennett's call, we missed hearing his name. But I checked and it's a done deal. The Welch family took a trip to Utah for conference, and sent us a picture in your memory of "Texas de Brazil," a Brazilian steakhouse. Yum for sure!
The NCAA basketball tournament is complete, as of last Monday night's game. Louisville won over Michigan, and Cooper won by a point over Uncle Rich. I believe that's the closest he's come to winning. But it is Cooper who will be hanging the coveted jock strap in a prominent place in the house. We have three names to engrave: (Uncle) Aaron "He Who Will Not Be Named" Hutchins, Cooper "Coup de Ville" Schenewark, and yours, Tanner "Two-for-two" Schenewark. While watching the games with the boys, Miller loved it when the boys would dunk it, and yell, "Oh yeah, he squished it!"
I forgot to share this with you the week of Easter, but this is a classic picture that just might put a smile on your face!
Monday is usually one of the days Hunter goes golfing. He tries to stay away from Wednesdays because often there are youth groups on the course. This week he also went Thursday and Friday, one day score was par with a 70, Friday not so good. I picked up an application from your grandparents for Hunter to fill out and hopefully he will get hired to work at the golf course on Brigham St. Get paid for driving a few carts around, and use your spare time to play golf make this a really good thing. What seals the deal of course is that Hunter could live with his grandparents for the summer. We're in the holding pattern now, and hope to hear back soon! If so, Hunter will ride back with the Bachs after their Memorial Day visit.
Porter's track meet Thursday had him holding at ten feet for the third week. He feels he's peaked in terms of height until he learns to turn over while vaulting. Right now he's a spindly looking boy all legs while going over the bar. He's hoping to work with Dad this week.
Hunter found out Friday he won the election for president of the honors math club, Mu Alpha Theta, and Porter received his letter asking him to attend the induction ceremony this week. Reminds me of all the end-of-the school year activities that are just winding up!
This is Hunter's happy face:
Saturday was opening day of baseball. You know, early morning parade, opening pitch, national anthem, hot dogs...We received a phone call at 7:30 a.m. from Gary Sowards asking us if Cooper can read the poem again he read last year for him. Dad was excited, and told Cooper to read the poem just like Skip Gilcrest, an energetic, one-of-a-kind actor he could relate to. And he did. Cooper stood tall, read slowly, had feeling and passion, and would have made you proud! Sawyer and Cooper had the first game, while I kept the book. My first season doing this. I'm not sure why they ask the lady with the most kids to do this. It was kind of a cold day so I sat in the warmer dug out, and of course Breyer and Miller followed me in. When I had a question about the book, Jarrod would join me, and when the team was batting, we'd have Sawyer and Cooper. Nothing like a family gathering every other inning in the baseball dugout ;-)
News from your roommate Jeremy, "I am also the new District Leader in the North York District! I have NO idea what I am doing and I literally feel completely overwhelmed! I don't even get to finish training! I am excited to go back to Toronto but I am nervous about having a companion that is actually from China."
Not only was your friend Ally Southworth in the general conference choir, we also found this picture posted of Tanner Thompson singing in the choir.
The NCAA basketball tournament is complete, as of last Monday night's game. Louisville won over Michigan, and Cooper won by a point over Uncle Rich. I believe that's the closest he's come to winning. But it is Cooper who will be hanging the coveted jock strap in a prominent place in the house. We have three names to engrave: (Uncle) Aaron "He Who Will Not Be Named" Hutchins, Cooper "Coup de Ville" Schenewark, and yours, Tanner "Two-for-two" Schenewark. While watching the games with the boys, Miller loved it when the boys would dunk it, and yell, "Oh yeah, he squished it!"
I forgot to share this with you the week of Easter, but this is a classic picture that just might put a smile on your face!
And the latest news from Seve: "They called our Mission President Salinas to be a new area 70! As soon as they started to name all the new 70s I wondered if Uchtdorf would be able to say his name right. Then I realized that presidente had told us that he was gonna be out of town this week. Then I heard them announce his name. How awesome is that!" Seve was also made a zone leader, and doing really well.
Monday is the day we left New England, and pulled into Harrisburg about 11 p.m. The kids were good, but traveling with three little ones, and having no strapping boys around, was weird. It was like I was living in the New Mexico era when I only had three children.
We got up Tuesday morning and struggled to get home. We probably stopped four times! We pulled in around 2:30 p.m., quickly emptied the car, and Dad left to teach his late class at Marshall. Needless to say, I still haven't recovered from that trip, and have a few bags left to unpack, and some work to do in the washroom. I had previously arranged for a bank manager to come in and speak to the cub scouts about personal finances, savings account, interest principles, and knew it was going to be a little "dry." But little did I know, since I had been out of town, that the day before his bank had been held up, and it was probably the best bank talk the boys could have had!
Monday is the day we left New England, and pulled into Harrisburg about 11 p.m. The kids were good, but traveling with three little ones, and having no strapping boys around, was weird. It was like I was living in the New Mexico era when I only had three children.
We got up Tuesday morning and struggled to get home. We probably stopped four times! We pulled in around 2:30 p.m., quickly emptied the car, and Dad left to teach his late class at Marshall. Needless to say, I still haven't recovered from that trip, and have a few bags left to unpack, and some work to do in the washroom. I had previously arranged for a bank manager to come in and speak to the cub scouts about personal finances, savings account, interest principles, and knew it was going to be a little "dry." But little did I know, since I had been out of town, that the day before his bank had been held up, and it was probably the best bank talk the boys could have had!
Rome Township bank robbed
Published 9:25am Tuesday, April 9, 2013
ROME TOWNSHIP — An undetermined amount of cash was taken in a robbery at a Rome Township bank that law enforcement says resembles last week’s robbery in Scioto County. At 12:24 p.m. Monday, a call came in to Lawrence County 911 that a robbery had taken place at US Bank near the Lawrence County Fairgrounds, according to Sheriff Jeff Lawless. “(The man) tried to conduct business with a teller to get a check cashed,” Lawless said. “There was a discrepancy at which point he demanded she give all of her money to him. He had his hands in his pockets and did not pull his hands out of his pocket or did not show a weapon.” The man is described as a white male, between the ages of 30 and 40 years old, 5-foot-9, wearing sunglasses, a ball cap and a dark-colored pullover windbreaker. He also had a brown moustache. He left the bank on foot. “Detectives are on the scene and the FBI was notified,” Lawless said. “It has characteristics of the one in Wheelersburg last week.” There were three employees in the bank at the time and no other customers.
What's not in the paper are the facts that his camera system identified who the perpetrator was, who turned out to be a recently released convict in for manslaughter, and that the manager happened to be in the restroom at the time and was oblivious to the entire robbery!
Monday is usually one of the days Hunter goes golfing. He tries to stay away from Wednesdays because often there are youth groups on the course. This week he also went Thursday and Friday, one day score was par with a 70, Friday not so good. I picked up an application from your grandparents for Hunter to fill out and hopefully he will get hired to work at the golf course on Brigham St. Get paid for driving a few carts around, and use your spare time to play golf make this a really good thing. What seals the deal of course is that Hunter could live with his grandparents for the summer. We're in the holding pattern now, and hope to hear back soon! If so, Hunter will ride back with the Bachs after their Memorial Day visit.
Porter's track meet Thursday had him holding at ten feet for the third week. He feels he's peaked in terms of height until he learns to turn over while vaulting. Right now he's a spindly looking boy all legs while going over the bar. He's hoping to work with Dad this week.
Hunter found out Friday he won the election for president of the honors math club, Mu Alpha Theta, and Porter received his letter asking him to attend the induction ceremony this week. Reminds me of all the end-of-the school year activities that are just winding up!
This is Hunter's happy face:
Saturday was opening day of baseball. You know, early morning parade, opening pitch, national anthem, hot dogs...We received a phone call at 7:30 a.m. from Gary Sowards asking us if Cooper can read the poem again he read last year for him. Dad was excited, and told Cooper to read the poem just like Skip Gilcrest, an energetic, one-of-a-kind actor he could relate to. And he did. Cooper stood tall, read slowly, had feeling and passion, and would have made you proud! Sawyer and Cooper had the first game, while I kept the book. My first season doing this. I'm not sure why they ask the lady with the most kids to do this. It was kind of a cold day so I sat in the warmer dug out, and of course Breyer and Miller followed me in. When I had a question about the book, Jarrod would join me, and when the team was batting, we'd have Sawyer and Cooper. Nothing like a family gathering every other inning in the baseball dugout ;-)
Cooper was their starting pitcher, then they went to Sawyer. Both reached their maximum limit. They pitched to about 18 batters, were in 3 and 4 innings, and both had 7 strike outs. Sawyer had 7 walks (2 runs) while Cooper had 5 walks (1 run). Not too bad considering they've never pitched before, and it's only the first game! Miller's game began before theirs was over, so Dad took him to his field and kept the book for that game. He went three for three against the dreaded pitching machine, and was first in the line-up. Porter had to play his game all by himself.
I came across an article on New York City garbage men in the Wall Street Journal, and their "trash talk." I thought it would be fun to convert it to missionary lingo.
For example, air mail: Garbage thrown at a truck from windows above. In relation to missionary work: The mail that gets heaved upon you in zone conferences is as if it's dropping from the sky ;-)
Disco rice: Maggots. Disgusting! And for you, probably the cockroaches that come out of your shower. Dancing dates! Although mice crawling all over you would be a close second.
House of Pain: Nickname for the Bronx 7 garbage, where the average weight picked up each day runs as high as 20 tons. In Londrina Mission lingo? Definitely Tupa.
Body bags: The long, large 120 gallon garbage bags that come from apartment buildings with compactors. They look as if they could hold a body. Also called sausage links. Immediately I thought of your mattress adventures, with Elder Bennett, running in the rain and up the hills of Tupa. Or the mattresses that were so old they were "alive."
Junior flip: New hire. Easy. A greenie, a newbie.
Mongo: To rescue objects from the trash. In your language, it would probably be tracting into an investigator, and being able to pull them out of the world.
Nanny goat route: An especially hilly route for collection. This will probably be easier for you to answer, but I'll throw out Baru.
Tiffany: A particularly neat and tidy job of collection. As in, "He did a real Tiffany on that stop." Definitely tracting into a golden contact, such as Irma, a real Tiffany.
I came across an article on New York City garbage men in the Wall Street Journal, and their "trash talk." I thought it would be fun to convert it to missionary lingo.
For example, air mail: Garbage thrown at a truck from windows above. In relation to missionary work: The mail that gets heaved upon you in zone conferences is as if it's dropping from the sky ;-)
Disco rice: Maggots. Disgusting! And for you, probably the cockroaches that come out of your shower. Dancing dates! Although mice crawling all over you would be a close second.
House of Pain: Nickname for the Bronx 7 garbage, where the average weight picked up each day runs as high as 20 tons. In Londrina Mission lingo? Definitely Tupa.
Body bags: The long, large 120 gallon garbage bags that come from apartment buildings with compactors. They look as if they could hold a body. Also called sausage links. Immediately I thought of your mattress adventures, with Elder Bennett, running in the rain and up the hills of Tupa. Or the mattresses that were so old they were "alive."
Junior flip: New hire. Easy. A greenie, a newbie.
Mongo: To rescue objects from the trash. In your language, it would probably be tracting into an investigator, and being able to pull them out of the world.
Nanny goat route: An especially hilly route for collection. This will probably be easier for you to answer, but I'll throw out Baru.
Tiffany: A particularly neat and tidy job of collection. As in, "He did a real Tiffany on that stop." Definitely tracting into a golden contact, such as Irma, a real Tiffany.
Okay that was just for fun. Just sayin'! In seminary we begin the book of Hebrews. Chapter 1, verse 1 says "God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets..." I liked this verse tonight as I reflect on General Conference, and the privilege it is to listen to a prophet's voice, as they did in the days of old, and receive guidance and strength in raising our family in these days. It's a tough place out there. You're out in it. Listen to and read all that you can, and follow the prophet.
Love you so much.
Mom and Dad
4 comments:
That is a different kind of "trash talk!" :-)
By keeping the book at the baseball game, were you scorekeeper? I loved that job when Eldon played baseball (he quit after 7th grade, to focus on swimming). Good times!
Not Aaron "He who will not be named" Hutchins.
Just "He who shall not be named."
Congratulations to Cooper on his win. Loved the Easter picture--that was a long time ago. Hope Hunter gets the job at the golf course-that would be awesome for him, and congratulations to him on his being elected President of the Math Club. Loved your letter.
Ditto on the awesomeness of spending the summer at Juniper, following in my footsteps (not that many will remember me). Oh, and Hebrews:
http://mormonmonk.blogspot.com/2011/10/chiasmus-and-jst-in-hebrews.html
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