February 8th is one of those days that stands out in the calendar of my family history. For me it has become Genealogy Day, a day to do something special about my interest in family history. Like Christmas but for me not Baby Jesus. And it helps a bit that Losar, the Tibetan New Year, is right around this time of year. It’s the anniversary of my grandfather’s death. Harry William...
Having just finished writing about tomatoes, I couldn’t find a place to sneak a quick bit about cantaloupes. Talking to Mom yesterday, she was reminiscing about how much Daddy liked salt on everything. And he didn’t much like sugar because when he was growing up he drowned in sweets from his German mother. That’s why he didn’t let us have sugar on our tomatoes. Mom says...
Laura and I don’t like tomatoes. Is it genetic? Probably not. It does, however, puzzle Mom. Mom loves tomatoes. She told me yesterday that when she was pregnant with me she craved them. Her dad would buy them for her. She learned to eat them in sections, so they didn’t drip. I joked that maybe that’s when I got tired of them. A raised eyebrow. She’s skeptical about that...
I was sad to hear St. Mark’s Lutheran Church in Provo has closed. Or, not exactly closed but the property is sold, there are houses where the church used to be, and the congregation is now meeting at some event center up north. A casualty of being a religious minority in Utah Valley. This was the church where my sisters Evonne and Linda got married, where their children and grandchildren...
This article explains perfectly why my family was Republican two generations ago, but Democratic now.