Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Recent photos
Cousins and me at the Judd cousin reunion at Lee's Ferry, October 15, 2010
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My Dad and siblings at the Judd reunion.
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A little angel named Janie Rose.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
What a week!
Wow, this has been an exciting week! Tuesday morning I went to get a shirt from the laundry room and discovered the water heater had sprung a leak overnight, and was spraying water everywhere. We were leaving that night, so it had to be fixed immediately. I turned off the water (I thought), called the plumber and asked them to bring a water heater and install it. He came pretty quickly, turned off the water to the house, and replace the water heater. When he turned the water back on, our kitchen faucet blew up! I spent the afternoon replacing the faucet. I'm sure glad this happened before we left town!
We came down to Mesa Wednesday morning to watch Emily's kids while Emily and Geoff went to Utah for Geoff's brother's wedding. We had a great time taking care of Jackson, Natalie, and Staci Wednesday through Sunday. What great kids! Staci turned 4on Tuesday, and Jackson turned 9 on Thursday, so there was a lot of partying going on. Jan and I hit the bed hard every night, exhausted. There is clearly a reason why we have children while we are still young.
Saturday night we all went over to Andrea and Tyler's apartment for a taste treat - bacon cheeseburgers with grilled Krispy Kreme donuts for the bun! We had heard of these treats before, but had never eaten one. The secret is in splitting the donuts in half, putting the unglazed side over the grill, then putting the glazed side next to the meat. It wasn't too bad (Jackson said it wasn't any weirder than putting ketchup on graham crackers), but I have never finished a hamburger before with sticky fingers. Thanks, you two!
Tomorrow is Labor Day, and we get to go home. Amazing - you spend a week with your family and you can't wait to "go home." If home isn't where your family is, where is it?
We came down to Mesa Wednesday morning to watch Emily's kids while Emily and Geoff went to Utah for Geoff's brother's wedding. We had a great time taking care of Jackson, Natalie, and Staci Wednesday through Sunday. What great kids! Staci turned 4on Tuesday, and Jackson turned 9 on Thursday, so there was a lot of partying going on. Jan and I hit the bed hard every night, exhausted. There is clearly a reason why we have children while we are still young.
Saturday night we all went over to Andrea and Tyler's apartment for a taste treat - bacon cheeseburgers with grilled Krispy Kreme donuts for the bun! We had heard of these treats before, but had never eaten one. The secret is in splitting the donuts in half, putting the unglazed side over the grill, then putting the glazed side next to the meat. It wasn't too bad (Jackson said it wasn't any weirder than putting ketchup on graham crackers), but I have never finished a hamburger before with sticky fingers. Thanks, you two!
Tomorrow is Labor Day, and we get to go home. Amazing - you spend a week with your family and you can't wait to "go home." If home isn't where your family is, where is it?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Welcome, Mr. & Mrs. Spahr
What a glorious week last week. The wedding was lovely; the couple were sealed by uncle Bud Whipple. It was hotter than, well, it was hot, but nobody melted. The reception was absolutely beautiful. We saw a lot of old friends and made some new ones. We must say that Tyler's family were really wonderful about the whole thing, in spite of the fact that they were not able to be in the temple. What great people. We look forward to many years of association with them.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The Gila Valley Temple
We went to the broadcast of the dedication of the Gila Valley Temple this morning. There was such a beautiful, peaceful, sweet spirit there. Jan knows Pres. Crockett from her NAU institute days, and we visited with both Pres. & Sis. Crockett a couple of weeks ago in the Snowflake temple. It was uplifting, hearing their sweet testimonies this morning. I wish I had the power to express what was in my heart, but words cannot express it. I left the broadcast this morning with the hope burning in my breast to be a better man, a better husband, a better father and grandfather. That is what the gospel does to us, makes us desire to reach higher and be better. And as Elder Holland said this morning, the purpose of the temple is to fill us with the Lord's forgiveness, for we certainly all need it. I am so thankful for the opportunity that was afforded us today, to be in the Celestial Room of the new temple, even though we were hundreds of miles away, and to feel that sweet spirit in our hearts. What a time we live in!
Monday, May 17, 2010
What a month!
In the last month or so, the following changes have taken place in our family:
1. Andrea and Tyler announced their engagement.
2. Melissa and Brad bought a new home.
3. John and Anna bought a new home.
4. Melissa and Brad had a baby - Henry.
5. Geoff passed his comprehensive exams and is through with pharmacy school (Hooray!!)
That's a lot of good in a very short time. What's next?
1. Andrea and Tyler announced their engagement.
2. Melissa and Brad bought a new home.
3. John and Anna bought a new home.
4. Melissa and Brad had a baby - Henry.
5. Geoff passed his comprehensive exams and is through with pharmacy school (Hooray!!)
That's a lot of good in a very short time. What's next?
Friday, May 14, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Just thinking of this story...
Some years ago, President Gordon B. Hinckley told a parable about “a one room school house in the mountains of Virginia where the boys were so rough no teacher had been able to handle them.
“Then one day an inexperienced young teacher applied. He was told that every teacher had received an awful beating, but the teacher accepted the risk. The first day of school the teacher asked the boys to establish their own rules and the penalty for breaking the rules. The class came up with 10 rules, which were written on the blackboard. Then the teacher asked, ‘What shall we do with one who breaks the rules?’
“ ‘Beat him across the back ten times without his coat on,’ came the response.
“A day or so later, the lunch of a big student, named Tom, was stolen. The thief was located — a little hungry fellow, about ten years old.
“As Little Jim came up to take his licking, he pleaded to keep his coat on. ‘Take your coat off,’ the teacher said. ‘You helped make the rules!’
“The boy took off the coat. He had no shirt and revealed a bony little crippled body. As the teacher hesitated with the rod, Big Tom jumped to his feet and volunteered to take the boy’s licking.
“ ‘Very well, there is a certain law that one can become a substitute for another. Are you all agreed?’ the teacher asked.
“After five strokes across Tom’s back, the rod broke. The class was sobbing. ‘Little Jim had reached up and caught Tom with both arms around his neck. “Tom, I’m sorry that I stole your lunch, but I was awful hungry. Tom, I will love you till I die for taking my licking for me! Yes, I will love you forever!”
President Hinckley then quoted Isaiah:
“Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows...
“He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
We should always remember that the One who took the beating for our offenses is the very One we have offended. How can we not love Him forever?
“Then one day an inexperienced young teacher applied. He was told that every teacher had received an awful beating, but the teacher accepted the risk. The first day of school the teacher asked the boys to establish their own rules and the penalty for breaking the rules. The class came up with 10 rules, which were written on the blackboard. Then the teacher asked, ‘What shall we do with one who breaks the rules?’
“ ‘Beat him across the back ten times without his coat on,’ came the response.
“A day or so later, the lunch of a big student, named Tom, was stolen. The thief was located — a little hungry fellow, about ten years old.
“As Little Jim came up to take his licking, he pleaded to keep his coat on. ‘Take your coat off,’ the teacher said. ‘You helped make the rules!’
“The boy took off the coat. He had no shirt and revealed a bony little crippled body. As the teacher hesitated with the rod, Big Tom jumped to his feet and volunteered to take the boy’s licking.
“ ‘Very well, there is a certain law that one can become a substitute for another. Are you all agreed?’ the teacher asked.
“After five strokes across Tom’s back, the rod broke. The class was sobbing. ‘Little Jim had reached up and caught Tom with both arms around his neck. “Tom, I’m sorry that I stole your lunch, but I was awful hungry. Tom, I will love you till I die for taking my licking for me! Yes, I will love you forever!”
President Hinckley then quoted Isaiah:
“Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows...
“He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
We should always remember that the One who took the beating for our offenses is the very One we have offended. How can we not love Him forever?
Friday, January 22, 2010
New Picture
I thought I would post this picture. The awards dinner scheduled for Jan 23, at which I was to receive the Silver Beaver, has been cancelled because no one can get out of their driveways right now for all the snow. They say it will be held later, in a month we can count on NOT to have snow (July?).
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
You Never Can Tell...
THE GINGHAM DRESS
A TRUE STORY By Malcolm Forbes
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer office.
The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard & probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge. "We'd like to see the president," the man said softly.
"He will be busy all day," the secretary snapped.
"We will wait," the lady replied.
For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away.
They didn't, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.
"Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave," she said to him.
He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, and he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.
The lady told him, "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus."
The president wasn't interested. "Madam," he said gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery."
"Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard."
The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard."
For a moment the lady was silent.
The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.
The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?"
Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.
Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling back to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing for them.
I hope to keep this in mind whenever I start to judge.
A TRUE STORY By Malcolm Forbes
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer office.
The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard & probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge. "We'd like to see the president," the man said softly.
"He will be busy all day," the secretary snapped.
"We will wait," the lady replied.
For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away.
They didn't, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.
"Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave," she said to him.
He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, and he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.
The lady told him, "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus."
The president wasn't interested. "Madam," he said gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery."
"Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard."
The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard."
For a moment the lady was silent.
The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.
The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?"
Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.
Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling back to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing for them.
I hope to keep this in mind whenever I start to judge.
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