I remember a few years before Ardie, my dad, and my mom died, all of my father's family got together for Thanksgiving dinner at his home in Orem. At the beginning of the dinner he stood, and with great emotion, expressed how grateful he was to have all of his family together at the same time. So first, I would like to express my gratitude to John and Miriam, especially Miriam, and the kids for making this a very special Thanksgiving. As I see my family moving even further apart in the next several years, I wonder if I will ever see them all together again.
Let the eating begin. The fellow next to Hed is Bruno. He is originally from Brazil and his name is quite common there. I like him a lot because he is a camera buff and I can ask him all my stupid questions.
After dinner it was necessary to burn off a few calories so it was out to the garage and the air hockey table. It was a single elimination tournament so if you lost, you were out. Now, maybe it is just me, but I am like, 65 years old. Don't you think my children would have made it single elimination except for me? You know, give the old guy a couple of shots at it. But, oh no. You lose dad. You're out. Wow, the hurt of it all. The in humanity of men towards men. I have long held that competition is of the devil. God wants us all to be winners. I think I have some very substantial proof of my feelings. Please notice the eyes in the next two photos.
Sure, I know what you're saying. "Just red eye." I took these photos to a professional developer and he couldn't even get it out. He said it was something he had never seen before. He just kept looking at the eyes and after a few minutes he started throwing stuff around and screaming. I felt it best to leave.
The competition raged on, without me, I might add. would it have killed anyone to have given me just a few more chances? Here are a couple shots of the final match. Once again, please notice the evil in John's eyes. Now I need to go back about 40 years. I am in a small kitchen in Springville, Utah. There is a 5X8' sheet of plywood being held up by the counter on each side of the kitchen. I stand at one end on the table with ping pong paddle in hand. Ardie is at the other end. I am slamming the ball mercilessly at her time after time. Problem is, she is returning it. Day after day we played. Until today I would have thought her the most competitive person on earth. In the picture above I am wondering the same thing you are. How does she see anything?
AND THE WINNER IS???? ARDIE, oops I mean HEIDI. Always was and I guess, always will be. The girls in this family want it more than the guys. Sorry John. Please notice the great humility with which Heidi accepts her trophy. You can't get any more Ardie than this.
I was grateful to see John take his loss with love and kind feelings towards his sister.
Well, the turkey is eaten, the games played, and now for a little napping and the like. Here is Mirm expressing her gratitude at my taking her picture as she begins her nap. Here she is coming to take a closer look at the camera. By the way, Mirm, I talked to the repairman. He said it will still be a few weeks before the camera is useable again. I will send you the bill along with the bill from the doctor who had to remove it from, well, you know.
One of the happiest memories I have is that of going to the kids choral concerts when they were in high school and college. I know it also brought great joy to Ardie. Here the kids, along with Mirm, who also sang in those choirs, sing together. It was simply like dying and going to heaven. When they sang, 'Oh Come, Oh Come, Emanuel", I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Thanks kids. It was the best part of my Thanksgiving.
Well, all great things do come to and end. It was time for a few pics of the grandkids and then off to Utah, with a stop in Boise on the way.
The "BARFMOBILE" heads out for Utah. A great time with great people. Thank you from a very grateful father and grandfather. Thank you John, Mirm, Aaron, Megan, Josh, and Zach. And thank you Heidi and Rick, for making your home, once again, a gathering place. I really love my kids. Thanks to all of you for making this time so special.