Sunday, September 25, 2016

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark, Porter and missionary friends,

Right at press time Dad and I found out that US golfer Arnold Palmer, viewed as one of the greatest players in the sport's history, has died at the age of 87. "Palmer died at the UPMC Presbyterian Hospital in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where he had been undergoing heart tests." Not such a great way to start off a letter, but you're my golfer.

Dad and I went to a funeral yesterday. Details aren't necessary, and I often play the piano in funeral homes, but this funeral home was unique in that they led me to a private piano room, wherein I was situated behind wooden slats,tilted open just enough to allow me to see the podium. Dad wondered where I was. He left the stand to see where I was. I could only laugh when he found me in the locked piano room. Too funny.

This week with Breyer is all about color.She's learning a color a week, and gets to wear it on Wednesdays. This week was green. That's about the only color she doesn't have! She had a skirt. And a hair bow. Otherwise she wore white. She found someone's old art kit, and played with orange. There's a little bit on the easel and in the bathroom where she tried to rinse off the evidence. And on her hands. There's some pink marker on the living room rug. There's white toothpaste and powder on the bathroom floor, from when she went exploring under the bathroom sink. There's red Gatorade on the bedroom rug. All I can muster up is a head shake. She's so lucky she's last in line, and number seven. I'm mellow.

She had a soccer game Saturday. She's fun to watch. She has moments of intensity, where she moves absolutely brilliant, but for now, she plays mostly distracted. And beautiful.

Miller's all about color of a different variety. Pasty pale skin, strawberry spotted tongue, white bumps on his tonsils, and indescribable stuff around the toilet. He came home from school miserable, 102.8 fever by bedtime, and a diagnosis of strep by Friday morning. He was doing much better today, and will be able to go to school tomorrow. He was unable to go to his soccer game Saturday which, for once, was fine with him.

Miller and Breyer together are unbeatable. Their love-hate relationship is comical. Dad calls their games whack-a-mole. The giggling is wonderful. When Miller gets a little big and strong, the crying not so much.

Sawyer had an average week. School, scouts and fishing. He did help with an Eagle scout project Saturday, and played with a few neighbors, but in his mind, it was a good week. He is still playing his clarinet,and is currently third chair.

Cooper had a JV tennis meet, and won both his matches. His 9th seed on the varsity team wasn't high enough for the smaller school they played. His team is trying to raise money via social media, and made a little video, if you want to see it. He still builds airplanes, he bought a small drone with his mowing money, and then he took it apart. And put it back together. He has my broken camera, so figure out if he can fix it, and put it on his drone. The priesthood is having a pinewood derby race, and he's determined to win. Now his engineering skills are being used in the garage, with the saws, and wood, trying to design, cut and create a master piece.

Sawyer and Miller are drooling participants. Sawyer is baking his cut wood tonight. Whatever that means. They're eating up Dad's pinewood derby car book.

Porter is thriving. I hope you read his letter. Tonight we experienced reality t.v. Porter style. He went home teaching, with us on the phone, and led us to three doors, allowing us to listen in on his knocks and door approach. The last door opened, and he led with "Congratulations!" He's delightful. I miss Porter. I bought him a one way ticket home in December

Aunt Shirley is in town. I should say Texas, as she's in Arlington, an hour away. She's here for the Albany Ship reunion and this year's party is here. Yeah! Our well laid plans had to be altered, so she doesn't get sick, but I was able to pick her up today after sacrament meeting. We might have gone on an unplanned adventure by getting just a little turned around on the freeway, but as I told her, whether you're in the car or on the couch, just enjoy being together. And we did. And we do.

Aunt Jenny and Becky walked their annual marathon for the Jimmy Fund in Boston. That's on my bucket list. To do with them. They said that even after four years, it's not any easier. Just like cancer.

I love you. Your box is in the mail. Hopefully you'll love everything in it! Dad's going to close the letter, because I asked him. You'll see why. Have a wonderful week!


Hello my Sons,

It is getting kind of late. Today at church, the first counselor was supposed to conduct a meeting. Early in the morning he text the second counselor and said he had to work. It's not a lot of fun to be the one who conducts the meeting, and because of this I told second counselor that I would conducted it and thereby relieve this burden from him.

Then I remembered today was going to be Fast Sunday and told him that he can conduct the meeting. But I said that I was joking because I already gave my word that I would conduct. 

Now I have a testimony, and I hope each day that my testimony shows without me saying a word. Your mother wanted me to share with you the first few words which I spoke when it came my turn to bear my testimony. I am sure you remember that whenever I conduct during Fast Sunday I give a brief explanation of what is going to happen in the meeting and what Fast Sunday is all about. So I told the congregation (something to the effect) the following:

"This October will mark thirty years since I was baptized. My first sacrament meeting I attended was on the first Sunday of September, thirty years ago, a Fast Sunday. Now I had read a bit about the church from books which were not favorable of the church. So when I attended I thought it was odd for people to go up, to the microphone, and bear their testimony." I took a little time to explain about members fasting, giving to fast offerings, and taking the opportunity to bear their testimony. I also explained that we each entered into covenants, such as baptism, temple ordinances, and the partaking of the sacrament. I acknowledged that "keeping these covenants may not always come easy (i.e. bearing one another's burdens) but that our Heavenly Father, his son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost help us to fulfill our covenants." I also talked about how we are on a uphill climb, which may be difficult, but that the goal is to keep going uphill.

I think this is what your mother wanted me to share with you.

I also bore my testimony about the blessings of doing family history and how over the last few weeks I have made a more concerted effort. I have done so because I have asked the members, especially the youth to be more involved in family history work. And know that I must likewise be more involved. I then testified of the blessings received from doing family history work, such as an increase of faith in the Savior, greater peace in our lives, and greater protection from the temptations around us.

Be good, be kind, be safe and wash your hands.


1 comment:

Bachland :) said...

What a wonderful letter, I so enjoy reading them each week. Give everyone a hug for us and I'll have Sis. B. order a few cans (or cases) of my magic carpet cleaner to help with Miss B. art projects.