The cinnamon roll fame has been resurrected. Mrs. Naegle made them for Fairland's first cross country home meet, and posted them on facebook as "Schenerolls." She said, "I just wanted you to know that today was the first home XC meet and you were remembered. Thank you for teaching me how to make Schenerolls!" Many posted such things as "Miss the Schenewarks and the Schenerolls!" Your XC coach Chuck Wentz said, "Thank you so much Catina and Amy Jo Schenewark for teaching her the art of Schene-rolling!!!! Miss many of you bunches!!!!!!"
It was a much lighter week in terms of sports activities: No football game Friday night, no tennis meet Thursday afternoon, and one less baseball practice because Miller had no ride; and no cub scouts, also no ride.
Your cousin Kaleb received his mission call the day he was home suffering from his wisdom teeth removal, and was called to the Anchorage Alaska Mission and reports October 28th. Unfortunately you will have just left! He has about a month to get ready, and everyone is SO excited for him!
After reading your last letter, Sis. Cummings said she's officially adopting you as "her" missionary for the next two years. Lucky you.
Dad went with your high school brothers to their open night. Porter's Calculus teacher was in awe of his skills and said he'd be dominating his class; Cooper's engineering teacher said he finishes everything he is given very quickly, and that he as a teacher will have to come up with new things so he can be challenged.
****Hunter, your Kindle password was a bust. Any other suggestions? We also need to know your favorite scripture for the stake center plaque!
Hunter, one final request. We also need you to borrow a suit, I know, so inconvenient, and take a full body shot against a white wall. Pretty please!!! We want you at the wedding. And Thanksgiving, and in our Christmas photo.
Tanner wanted you to know your website got over 100 hits the day he posted your letter on his Facebook page, and said you're already touching many lives.
The fires are still raging in California...
Breyer and I still love to go to the city beach in the evenings. This week we went while waiting for Sawyer to finish his baseball practice.
Breyer overnight has figured out how to color. She does love and miss you both, and is growing up so quickly! We found a dead bird on our back porch, and she insisted she be the one to pick it up (with her hand in a bag). She really wanted a close up look at the beak! She taught her first family home evening lesson last night. She taught us how to stand for the right, at work or at play, by being true and choosing good movies, music, books, friends, words...very cute.
Sawyer and Miller begin their fall baseball leagues this weekend. Miller was moved up into kid pitch, and is being used by his team; Sawyer thinks he's the only pitcher on his team. He too was bumped up a league, and is playing with 6th, 7th and 8th grade boys. They were both part of an entertaining discussion around the dinner table on this year's Halloween costumes. The A-team clearly was the resounding favor, even with plans to paint the van, except Breyer felt left out and your father was not convinced there would be no political ramifications if Porter made himself look like B.A. The Scooby Doo mystery van was a close second, but Sawyer did not want to be Velma. Breyer offered to be Tinker Bell, and asked for a Peter Pan, Captain Hook and a few pirates, but that was vetoed as well, so we'll be discussing our costumes again sometime soon.
Your father has been working hard on his Boston travel trip for work. Sometime when I remember, I'll email you his list of things he plans to do with his students. I know Hunter's old summer stomping grounds, Virgin Impulse, was on there!
I shared your letter with the young women I teach on Sunday. You could have heard a pin drop, although they really wanted to know why "yes" was his answer. They were placated with your thoughts. Elder Soares said, “The world can at times be a frightening place in which to live. The moral fabric of society seems to be unraveling at an alarming speed. None—whether young or old or in-between—is exempt from exposure to those things which have the potential to drag us down and destroy us. …But we need not despair. … We are waging a war with sin. … It is a war we can and will win. Our Father in Heaven has given us the tools we need in order to do so.” The lesson was on the commandments, which are one such tool.
We love you both dearly. Your brothers pray for you everyday. Be safe. Be kind. We love seeing your pictures - send more!