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Family History Friday: “Year in Review!”
Photo from Burst of Creativity
I’ve said before that
“Family History is also Family Present.”
I say that, because what we record now, will someday be the Family History of our descendants. Oh, how we wish our ancestors had kept better records, and how grateful we are when they have.
I came across a really fun and easy idea for recording “A Year in Review.”
Melissa over at Bursts of Creativity does a mini scrapbook, recording the events of the year. If you did this as the year is happening, it would be all done at years end. Melissa describes it like this: “This is a year in review MINI â it doesnât have to be huge and it doesnât have to take a ton of time to make.”
I absolutely love this idea!! To see what she does, and get ideas, go here!
Thanks Melissa for your wonderful idea!
Childhood Fears!
I recently went to the BYU Women’s Conference. It takes place on the beautiful Brigham Young University Campus in Provo, Utah. It is an annual event. Thousands of women gather on campus to attend classes taught by various amazing people. What a fun time we had. I always enjoy myself, and usually leave with lots of ideas about how I’m going to be amazing too, just like all the presenters.
One person whose talk I really enjoyed was Ruth Todd. She is my age, and very accomplished. She was a news anchor for years and has many other titles to her credit. If you did a “google” search, I’m sure there would be a plethora of information. Anyway, she gave such a great talk. She spoke about how as a child she was a worrier. She dreaded her parents leaving home, and when they did she worried they would not come home. I couldn’t believe she struggled with this. I was the same way when I was young.
Once when I was in junior high my parents were gone on a trip. I always worried when they were gone, but this time was worse than usual. My parents had said they would call on a certain night, I waited and waited. They never called, and I thought for sure they were dead. I had never heard the saying, “No news, is good news.” I just knew that they hadn’t called and I was scared.
So back to Ruth Todd, she said that when she felt this fear she would pray. A feeling of peace always came, and she learned that Heavenly Father answers prayers. What a great lesson to learn at a young age.
When my parents never called that night, I never thought to pray. Can you believe it? It would be the first thing I would do now, but I went through that night alone in my fear. It was a very difficult time. I found out later, that my parents had called, but my older brother talked to them, and never bothered to tell anyone else.
Ok, you will think this is dramatic, but I was scared for years from this experience. I would make my parents call me every night when they left town, and they had to talk to me. I was still scared, but if they were going to go, this is what I needed. I am much better now.
One of my little daycare kids told me today, she is afraid when her parents drop her off that they won’t come back. Wow. What is it that makes a child feel this way? And what can we do to help them feel safe, and confident that things will be ok?
Prayer is huge. If a child knows they are loved by Heavenly Father, that He is there, and that He loves them, and will give them peace, and comfort, that is the most important thing. Also, we need to talk about their fears with them. Somehow, when something is left unsaid, it seems bigger. In my daycare I have one little gal that only comes a few days a week. She has struggled with the separation from her Mama, even though she has a great time when she’s here. But the more she does it, the better she gets at it. Practice makes perfect. Also, I think kids need to know that they can do “hard things”. If they have confidence in themselves, they are more brave.
Once when Flexy was little I was telling him he needed to do better. He said the cutest thing, “Mom, I’m trying really hard at life.” In the end, that’s all any of us can do.
The Whistle!
One of my favorite stories about my father-in-law involves
his amazing whistle.
He has this whistle that can be heard for miles.
Back when all of the children in my husband’s family where young, it wasn’t uncommon for them to be scattered all over the neighborhood playing with friends on a daily basis. When it was time to come home, my father-in-law would whistle for the children.
The whistle would start with one long whistle, followed by a distinct whistle for each child.
One by one they made it home.
Many years later, my sister-in-law’s were all attending a church meeting. Grandpa was helping tend the grandchildren. One of the babies needed their mama. Grandpa went to the building where they were and whistled outside the building. Sure enough, within a few minutes here came the girls.
Years later when my darlin and I had children all around the neighborhood, he would do the same thing. He had one whistle that told the children, “Come home!”
What a great memory.
Totally “Fort Worth” It!
Howzit-Elder Flexy!
6.well simple look on the wall in my old bedroom. “we attain joy by choosing it over and over again… always, right now.
Sunday Best!
3 Years!
That’s a pretty long time. Three years ago today, I started my blog. I have had so much fun! I’m hoping you have enjoyed my blog too!
I have written 125 “Family History” posts, 12 posts about my “Heroes”, 46 posts about my wonderful children, 29 posts about my sweet “Grandbaby”, hopefully I’ve made you laugh at the “Funny Things” I’ve written. I hope you’ve enjoyed all the notes and letters from “Elder Flexy” and “Hermana Kelsey” my two darling missionaries. I’ve talked about my “Loves”, and my “Life”, and the “Lesson’s” I’ve learned. I’ve had so much fun sharing the “Two Cents” from my little daycare kids, T and G. I have shared some of my favorite wonderful quotes and scriptures on my “Sunday Best”. Not to mention the “Bumper Stickers”, “Beautiful Places”, “Favorite TV/Movie Quotes”, etc.
Someday, I think my children will be so glad I’ve written these things down. It is a personal history of sorts. A testimony of my beliefs and loves, my gift to whoever will read it.
Happy Blogiversary to ourjoyfulnest!
Family History Friday: Adelaide Dye White
Adelaide Dye White was my Great-Grandma. She was just a tiny little lady, about 5 feet tall, and only about 98 pounds when she married. I never knew her, because she died two years before I was born. I shared a story about her husband, Charles Elmer White a couple of weeks ago for FHF.
This is what my Mom said about her Grandma,
“When I think of Gramma, I remember her just the way a gramma was supposed to look: small, a little round, gray haired, glasses, and always an apron. She wore flowered house dresses and an apron (many of which she made), hose and laced up shoes.
  When she worked in her garden she wore a large straw hat, that when not worn, hung on a nail on the back screened porch. If she didn’t have her hat on she would shade her eyes with her arm. She spent a lot of time in her garden. She knew how important the harvest was to her family’s well-being, and bottled everything. She even bottled chickens and some beef. She didn’t seem to really enjoy the animals, but was grateful for what they provided.
I remember our trips to Idaho. We always looked forward to them and could hardly wait  once we saw the trees of Firth, and then we crossed over the canal to Basalt. Once we rounded the corner we would see family coming out the front door to greet us. Gramma would have already made plans for special country dinner. Her house smelled of home-made bread or she would be making rolls.
We enjoyed the results of her hard work as she allowed us to go to the garden a salt shaker and a knife for tomatoes , cucumbers, radishes, etc. Who could ever forget corn-on-the-cob, new potatoes and peas, chicken and home-made noodles, ice cream and chocolate cake. Pickles, relishes, and pickled beets, fresh cream on raspberries or Wheaties and biscuits and home-churned butter, with jam or jelly.
We always sat around the kitchen table; an oilcloth table clothe, and a crystal spoon bowl. Her kitchen was large for the size of her home and a refrigerator. A wood burning stove that she had mastered to perfection, a few cupboards and in the early days a large milk can of water from the well up the hill, and a tin cup for dipping. Dishes were done in a dish pan and when she was done she would go to the door and toss the water out into the yard.”
I am so glad my Mom put down on paper her memories of Great-Grandma Adelaide. I can almost picture her in my mind doing those things. And what an amazing women to bake and cook on a wood burning stove. You can’t just set the temperature, can you? You would have to practice a lot to know how to use it. And getting water from a well? Instead of having the convenience of turning a faucet. I wish I had been able to meet her. I know I will some day. When I do, I am going to tell her, “Thanks Grandma Adelaide, for being such an inspiration to me. I love you.”
Happy Family History Friday! Love, Joy






