Way back during my
Ricks College days, I discovered a new me.
During my younger school years I had a lot of trouble making friends. I was terribly shy. I would duck into the nearest class room before I would meet someone I knew in the hallway to avoid saying "hello." I never knew what to say, so I would have rather hidden than embarrass myself. Most people thought I was stuck-up. Needless to say, I only attended two dances in my High School career. Yeah. No fun.
So when I graduated, I decided I'd had enough school and would never go further. I took off a year and worked at the University Bookstore. I worked for a wonderful woman, Marie, who was my mom's age, and she was so kind. She laughed at my jokes, she took me seriously as a person. My self confidence grew and I came out of that shell. As I served students, I discovered what looked like a pretty fun life. I decided to apply for college and give it a try.
Since I'd investigated the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as a young girl with my family, I decided to attend
their junior college. I went there as a non-member. It was more than I had ever expected. The campus was so nice. The people were as well. It was like a large High School with much school spirit.
The first week was "Hello Week" and they asked us to say "hello" to everyone we met in the hallways or on the sidewalks. Everyone spoke to one another. We got into the habit of saying hello and it became natural to greet one another for the rest of the year.
I met many friends. My professors called me by name. I had a date almost every week, and one Saturday, I had two dates, back to back. All these firsts gave me more confidence and I became who I am today, an outgoing, friendly, confident and happy person. Well I like to think I am those things.
I got a job on campus. I loved A Capella, German, Art, and English and looked forward to those classes. A Capella and German were every day. I grew close to the classmates in both those classes.
My mom, who never joined the LDS Church, made me promise that before I thought about joining the Church, I should read the Doctrine and Covenants (one of the four scriptures we read). She had read it, and felt I would benefit from reading it. I tried and didn't understand what was being said, so I asked a classmate, Mike, if he would help me understand. We made an appointment to meet every day at lunch time in the Student Center to discuss what I had read. He faithfully met me and helped me through. When the time came to choose to be baptized, I was required to get parental permission. The legal age in those days was 21. Today it is 18. But I went home for Christmas and approached my parents separately. Mom's reaction was "what did your father say?" Dad's reaction, when I asked him if I could talk to him, was to pull up an extra stool in the shop and sit down to listen.
It scared me to death, because usually when I visited him in the shop, he would continue to work, this time he sat down on the other stool to listen. I choked out the words, and his reaction astounded me. He said, "Of all the
things you could choose in this world, I am glad you choose a Church." He went on to explain that some of the men who worked for him in the machine shop had children close to my age. Many of their children had made what seemed to Daddy like bad choices; drugs, pregnancy, running away from home, etc. He was glad I had chosen a Church. He then went on to make me promise to live its every principle. He told me I was joining the Lord's Only True Church. He said he couldn't do it himself, he didn't think he could ever quit smoking or serve as avidly as they expected him. I promised, and he gave me his blessings.
So when I went back to college after the Christmas break, I called the Bishop in my Ward and asked him how I could set up a baptism. I asked Mike to baptize me. On a cold winter night, January 16th, I was led down into the warm waters of the baptismal font and was baptized by Mike. My A Capella teacher sang "The Holy City", another music professor gave the talk, all my male teachers laid their hands on my head and confirmed me a member. I counted and there were 30 friends attending that special night for me. It was such a beautiful night, I will never forget.
I have always held Mike in high esteem for what he did. He was so kind and special to me. He was in my German class as well as in A Capella. He had a gorgeous tenor voice.
He left on his mission to England after the spring semester, and I wrote to him, but after he returned from his mission, I lost touch. Eventually we found each other and exchanged Christmas greetings, but not too much else. They were infrequent. Then one day after we had moved to Utah, he called me to say he was in my tiny town. He was there for business, he sold insurance. He wondered if he come visit me. He met the children, who all got bored and went to play. I assured him that my husband would be home any time, maybe they could meet. We visited for a while in our living room, but it got late and time for him to go, and my husband was late for some reason. I was so sad they couldn't meet.
Fast forward to last night. Our choir,
The Choral Arts Society of Utah, got back into session last night after a brief summer break. The board member in charge of attendance introduced the four new members. As he introduced them a familiar name was announced. Mike M. I couldn't believe my ears but when they introduced his wife, I knew it must be the right ones as I recognized her name as well. I must have inhaled audibly because the attention was drawn to me and I was shedding tears, before I knew what had happened. He introduced himself and said they had recently been in a choir for a temple dedication. They had such a good experience they decided to join a choir, and he had remembered my letter inviting him to join from many years ago.
I then stood and explained that we had been friends so long ago, and he had baptized me. Needless to say, it was a tearful reunion. I knew which town he lived in, and as I passed by that town every week, on my way to choir, I thought of him and wondered if I would even recognize him were we to be filling in gas at the same station. I didn't know. Obviously I didn't recognize him until they introduced him. What a sweet reunion. After wards, I introduced him to my husband and he introduced his cute wife. I am so happy they joined. This is the fourth friend I have recruited for this choir. I want everyone who loves to sing to have the fabulous experience that I have here. I hope they do.
What a fun day it has been. A date with my sweet husband to the temple, then a happy reunion with a long lost friend. I am floating on air.
have a nice day
~a
Yesterday, our choir, The Choral Arts Society of Utah, had the privilege of singing at the funeral of Irene Poulson. She is the mother of our beloved Koncert Meister, Sterling Poulson. We sang in the Bountiful Tabernacle, a beautiful older building.
"I got better. . ."
This pattern is called Streaming Leaves Lace Scarf. It is made of the softest yarn called Sugar Rush from Queensland Collection. Like I said earlier, it is made from Sugar Cane. It will go well with my purple coat I purchased in New York. I learned of a term used in knitting circles. Frogging. This is when you have to rip something out, basically you say Rip-it, Rip-it, Rip-it. Which sounds like what a frog says. I learned all about frogging on this project. I frogged the first 12 inches several times before I was pleased with how it looked. But once I got the hang of it, I was able to actually carry on a conversation and knit. Well, mostly I listened and counted. That is the most embarrassing thing to discover a mistake and in front of everyone, begin to frog. So mostly if I discovered something, I would just discretely put it away and when we were back in the car, away would go all the hard work. But it is worth it. I think it turned out really nice and I don't have any parts of it I am embarrassed to show. This is my first try at lace knitting. Up until now I have only done dish rags, that is the extent of my knitting expertise. So I am happy with how it turned out.
I am also trying to finish three quilts. One of them already blogged about. It will one day be a tumbling blocks quilt. I watched my smarty-pants sister complete hers in a few weeks, so I just have to keep stitching away on it.
The third one I have been working on for many years is a Cathedral Window. Well, I worked on it for a time, then I put it away for some reason I can't remember now. I have 125 squares done, which makes up a tiny receiving blanket size. If I want this on a queen-sized bed, I have to keep at it for a few more years, I think.
I have been sewing for a lady lately. She had me make some pillows. These were awarded to the senior girls on the basket ball team at their awards dinner. The mothers embroidered the top, and I sewed them into a pillow top. What a cute gift. She brought last year's pillow given to her other daughter as an example. They tied a beautiful red bow around it to finish it. I thought it was a very clever gift to give the girls.
Sunday, the 29th we graduated our third class of Daily Dose English class. These are very consistent attendees. I am so proud of them as they get better and better in their grasp of the English language. They are such nice people and with such great senses of humor. Sailor is on the left, and our Stake High Counselor Russ is on the right. Russ served a Spanish-speaking mission, so he comes and helps translate and answer any questions. I was sick that day, so I missed it, but I did print all the certificates ahead of time. It is such a reward to see them progress so quickly. Can't get better pay than that. We have one more set of 12 lessons, and then we are done with this group. They might come back and start again, who knows? It is free, and they are always welcome. Such fun.
Finally the poor ladder. Sweet Sailor was sawing limbs and just as one came down, it hit the lawn and bounced. At the same time, it hit the ladder and knocked him off. He came down hard on his shoulder. Now he is very sore in his back. He fears he might have torn a muscle. At first he thought he might have broken a rib, and the wind was knocked out of him, but he got up and kept working. He thinks continuing to move really helped him in the long run. He continued to work, but has taken it much easier than normal. He still hurts, but it is healing every day. Of course I wasn't home when it happened. I was at a church meeting. That is always devastating to realize what could have happened, and I wasn't there to help him.
Two of the guests were some darling children dressed like Dorothy and a Kitty. I couldn't resist asking them if I could take their picture. They were so darling.
It was pretty much the "Who's Who" of Utah in that tent. The Governor, John Huntsman Jr and his wife., his parents, John Huntsman Sr. and his wife, the Prophet, Thomas S. Monson, his two counselors, and their wives, most of the Counsel of the Twelve and their wives, all the television stations and the reporters, many of those very wealthy who have donated money, and many cancer survivors. One man, a doctor from LA, flew out to present them with a check for $5 million. Several people were asked to participate in the ground breaking with shovels, then the balloons came down onto the crowd. We were invited to a reception on the 6th floor of the Institute. The food was delicious. On my way up, I recognized and shook hands with Yoshiko Kikuchi, one of the General Authorities of the Church. He is a very nice, humble man.
As a result, we had a cute little group of yard ghosts playing Ring Around the Rosie.
