Showing posts with label time with grandchildren. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time with grandchildren. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 12
Busy as a dozen eggs.
I have been very busy of late. In October we were the first, of the seven wards in our stake to host a single adult luncheon. Before they had been hosted by two "little old ladies" that is the description our stake Relief Society president gave them. They finally got tired of doing it them selves and asked for help. We just got the luck of the draw I guess. We had chili, rolls, toss salad, and we bought Marie Callendar Frozen pies for some of our single adult sisters to bake. The age of the group ranged from 30 and up. There were some twenty people there. There was one man. They seemed to enjoy the meal and each others company. That was on November 1st. The night before, because if was Halloween I went with Paula and the kids to the downtown Tooele stores where people in contumes handed out candy to people and kids in customes, most of them. I wore my bright green levies, my green turtle neck shirt, my bright hunter orange sweatshirt with a pumpkin face painted on it and a bright yellow-green baseball cap that I sewed big bright green leaves to . Quinton was there with his spiderman costume. Emma was there with Trenton and his three younger sisters.I believe Paula can get Susan some pictures I think she took some. I did not bring my camera, like a dunce. Later they came to our trunk or treat at our church parking lot. Our bishop was dressed like a Father with a black shirt, black suit and a white collar turned backward. One of the ladies in our ward Ann Jenkins went up to him and said Father Condie, I'm sorry I forgot my appointment for my confession. She said he did not know what to say but smiled. She and her funny visiting partner Kaye Horrocks, your former first grade teacher went to Beverly Eltons, Margene Parishes and two other ladies homes for their visiting teaching; however they were decked out like witches with make-up and wigs. They are a hoot together. Ann said they have some pictures I will have to let her show them to me.
Friday, July 25
Ms. Egg rolls down the road on the 24th.
Yesterday Ms. Egg got a phone call that her grandchildren would be so happy if she would gather up her Mormon pioneer clothes (skirts, aprons, and bonnets), dress up and march in the T. Town's Childrens 24th of July Parade with their ward. Ms. Egg went downstairs found the box, set the dryer on quick dry threw in a damp washcloth and got the wrinkles out of the skirts. I found one long one as well as an apron and a sunbonnet and drove across down, I got some stares. I'd isn't everyday that Ms. Egg wears a pioneer bonnet when she drives across town. We piled into the car and drove to the local high school parking lot. While we waited for the 23rd ward float to arrive we all fried in the sun. There are now six stakes in our area with an average of 6 wards in each stake. Do the math and you can tell that we had quite a large children's parade. We did not go through mainstreet but the parade headed four long uphill blocks south, one block east and four quicker downhill blocks north, and back to our destination. My ten year old pioneer granddaughter helped another gal hold the banner for the ward. She was a trooper. She did not get a break to get a drink just trudged onward. Her eight year old sister sat on the float up by the water cooler, a smart place. I think each time someone got a drink when the float would halt for a time, she would get a drink too. the Middle granddaughter sat in the back and got more and more bored so halfway around the route she walked with her grandmother. We were all glad for the experience, the company, the time together, and especially that the parade route was not any longer. Later in the evening we all gathered in O. Town and ate watermelon, visited and shot off the rest of the fireworks (from the 4th of July?) Ms. Egg gratefully sat in one chair and Humpty sat in the other chair provided by their thoughtful grandson, a cook at Burger King. When we got home Humpty and Ms. Egg gratefully rolled into bed.
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