0 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 10:44 AM

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DASCHE ALDRIDGE

in the car on the way leaving Grandma's house.

What a doll!


This boyREALLY liked Spaghetti
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0 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 9:21 AM

THE ALDRIDGES CAME!!!! This is what our basement looked like with beds chuck-a-bluck all over the floor for Ruth, Danny, and 6 kids.
They got here on July 15, we had six fun days including an overniter in Baker for the May family reunion (more about that later) Valencia, CA is just too far away

Faith....Dasche....Pearl....Charlotte
Emma ......Grampa...Jordan...Grandma

 

2 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 12:56 PM

FROGS FOR THE 4TH
Did you know frogs are magic?
they can hop all over the place
and if they happen to get dirty
no-one makes them wash their face
and
they can sit outside in the mud
or jump into the middle of a puddle of water
and no on says "Go wash your hands"
I simply think someone ought-er
'cause
it isn't fair! frogs have four feet
and people just have two
nd they don't even have to put on shoes!
I think it's quite strange!
don't you?
THE FRIENDLY FROG
I went to the kitchen sink to get a drink
and what do you think?
I found a frog who was very green
It was the first frog I'd ever seen
on an August night
Do you think it's right that he came inside?
well. I nearly died!
but I let him stay , he was small anyway
On second thought I'd better not
what if he hopped around and fell right off the cupboard
and got lost down on the ground
on the kitchen carpet, which is brown and red
and colored flowered and sploshy
and IF my daddy walks bare-foot
my friendly frog will go squashy
You're right
I'd better put him out tonight
Ooooooooh!
Whoops-------too late!
Oh
there's a frog in grandma's kitchen, he's jumpin all over the place
the funniest thing I ever saw was the look on Grandma's face
she tried to catch him in a cup
She even tried to pick him up
(but he hopped away)
Oh, Grandma is scared of frogs
now isn't it strange
'cause she loves cat and dogs and even hogs
There's a frog in Grandma's kitchen
and I think he's here to stay

 

3 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 5:03 PM

More photos from the fourth of July.












 

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1 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 1:31 PM

FROGS and FIREWORKS and the 4th of JULY

While Uncle Curt installed a new pump under the house, Krista and Colton had fun catching salamanders and frogs. Actually, just one of each, but....kept in a jar overnight, then put back under the stairs.


Krista also made the crust for rhubarb pie, and
some really yummy caramel brownies (sorry,
Krista, no photo)

They also replaced or washed all the
venetian blinds in the house, and put
the clean curtains back up. I had washed
them but just couldn't face the "putting
back up" part the day before.


As the day went on, Curt and Colton picked
out some fireworks, which Elaine picked up
later. She filled out a drawing contest, and
was amazed and surprised when they called to say

YOU WON FIRST PRIZE!

$200.00 PACKAGE OF FIREWORKS.

So needless to say, the day ended on a very high note, with watching the city display, then having one of their own, with Elaine taking great photos with her camera. A really nice week-end visit.

 

0 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 12:30 PM

4th of JULY WEEK-END

Elaine and Curt came over with Krista and Colton for a few days. Along with all the fun, they managed to do a few jobs.

While Curt weeded the corn, Gramps
managed to spend some time on the
swing...swinging






The big job of the day was moving the furniture
in the front room. Six years ago, on our 50th
wedding anniversary, the kids put together a
memory quilt, and ever since then our plan
has been to hang it on the living room wall.
Finally we got it done!!



Other fun events were checking out the orchard,
with gramps mostly carrying the shears, and
sharing things he knows after 25 years of
orcharding.





 

0 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 3:22 AM


POETRY FOR THE DAY
If this were my last day on earth, how would I spend my hours?
First I'd take myself outside and sit beside some flowers
and I would listen
and they'd tell me of before all time began
We were up in heaven and we all loved every man
Sitting in my garden there I'd soak up all the rays of warm and golden sunshine
to save up for cloudy cays
Then I'd need to find some children, they feel such joy when they sing
I'd put music injmy pocket
that's the best thing I could bring when I go back to
Father
sunshine and some joy and magic music
I could take along a happy little boy
Little boys are special 'cause they feel so good inside that even when they're dirty
their folks still fill with pride
And
I'd like to take my mother, 'cause I'd miss her every day
but if God asks, I'll go alone and here on earth she'd stay
and she can love all other little kids whose parents may be gone
to work, or school, or heaven
She can sing them a song
and then they'll feel like they're in heaven
Between song and joy above
The only thing we need is God
to wrap us in his love
Idea # 2
I was listening to a tape by Melvin Morse, a doctor who interviewed kids who had "near death" experiences. Fascinating things which I've known for a long time, but may be new to others.
He says 25 % of our brain, the front right lobe just above your ear, is what he calls the God spot, where we have a built-in part to communicate with God, once we figure out how to do it. Something which in time we can use or turn off at will.
In my study, I think it is the same body part that is awakened when we go through the process told in Alma of being born of the spirit. Seems like maybe science and religion will get together one of these day, and realize we can be in constant contact with heavenly beings if we just qualify through God's plan.
Another author says a similar thing. You can learn how to "click your amigdala" (which I think is the same spot) and be on a higher plane of knowledge and feeling. No wonder it's called THE MIGHTY CHANGE. What a difference we could make in the world if everyone could control parts of their body they don't even know are there.
The physical therapist yesterday massaged Dee's neck in the area just below the right ear, which he said can affect greatly the lower back, and also memory loss. Even he said it's amazing what we have in the body that we don't even know about. All things in god's creation are there for a reason, we just have to turn off the "logic thinking left brain" and learn to activate the right brain. Being bi-polar, I am all right brained, and it's a good place to be.

 

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0 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 2:34 PM

On Sunday I gave a talk in church, following is an event Ruth remembered from childhood.



In my life I think our family has owned more than a dozen birds. And of all of those, none have ever died of old age. Most of them met their untimely deaths in the jaws of our cat. Well, Elaine had a canary that she really liked. He was a beautiful singer, very healthy and it seemed we'd finally bought a bird that we all liked.

Well,

Elaine was out of town and I was home from my freshman year at college for the summer. I decided to let her bird out for a few minutes to get some exercise. We did this once in a while, even though it was risky. So I put the cat out and vowed to my self that this time, since it was elaine's bird and she really liked it, I would be super careful.

Well,

the bird flew on top of a piece of furniture to roost and before long I had forgotten he was out. I went out in the backyard, not noticing the cat slipping quietly inside as I shut the door.

I hadn't been outside 2 minutes before I heard a scream and someone yelled out the cat's name. I immediately knew the bird was a goner. I ran inside and sure enough, he was already limp in the cat's jaws.



I took the bird and went into the basement and started to cry. I felt so bad. This was not the first bird I had lost due to my neglect. And here I was, holding this beautiful limp little bird in my hands, who just minutes before had been alive and singing. Elaine's bird!

I sat down there alone and cried for 20 minutes.

I finally took a big breath, held the bird softly in my hands and went out to the garage to find a shovel and box. Every time I would look down at this bird I would start to cry all over again. So there I was, stumbling around in the garage, blurry vision with a dead bird in my hands when Dad came out of the house.



He called to me but I couldn't answer. When he got close enough to realize what a mess I was, he didn't say anything. He walked up to me and took the bird out of my hands and put it softly in his pocket out of sight. then he just held me in a hug while I cried and blurted out how bad I felt, and how was I ever going to make this up to Elaine. I remember that hed idn't say much, and he didn't do much but hug me.

It was the perfect thing to do.. Exactly what I needed.


I didn'tneedany consoling or any pep talks. I justneeded the quiet strength of a Dad.


So afterI got allthe tears andhurt out, I washed my face, he got the car keys, we went into town and bought Elaine another canary I will always remember how Dad used actions, not words to make things better. Most people won't take your advise, some won't even take your sympathy, but not many will refuse a touch or a hug when nothing else seems to help.



I sure love you, Dad. I don't feel like I could have had a better father growing up. But believe it or not I learn way more from you now that I'mgrown and married.


You sometimes joke that the men in your family tend to die quietly at age 65 and you expect to do the same. Don't you dare plan to follow in your father'sfootsteps and die early. Do whatever you can to stick around here as long as possible. I couldn't stand the thought of life without you. I love you so much. Happy Father's day.

 

0 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 2:16 PM

Another fun thing I told in my Father's day talk was MEMORIES of DAD which our kids have written. We told them we didn't want any more presents, unless you could smell them or eat them, so now they send us memories of their childhood. So here is one of Ruth's
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I remember all the father-daughter outings we went to. One in particular, when I was about 7

I was really looking forward to it. When it started to get dark there were rumors flying that there were bears near our campground, which was probably true in the California areas. I was petrified and wouldn't go to sleep. I was sure the minute I fell asleep those bears would find my tent and eat me.

Finally after several unsuccesful attempts to calm my fears, dad moved his bag right outside the tent so he was blocking the door. Then he got back in it and said, "There, see Ruth, there's no way the bears can get to you without me knowing it. And they will find me first and eat me, and by then they will be too full to eat you.

Whew! I was so relieved, and so grateful that Dad would get eaten first. What a great Dad! Now I could go to sleep peacefully.

 

0 comments Posted by GeorgAnna at 1:56 PM

Happy father'sday! Today I got to give a talk at church. I love giving talks at church, especially if Ican work in a poem or two. First I told about my great great great grandfather, Peter Maughan (as told by Wilford Woodruff)

In one occasion Bishop Roskelly of Cache Valley was suddenly taken very sick...near to death's door. While he lay in this condition President Peter Maughan , WHO WAS DEAD, came to him and said: "Bro. Roskelley, we held a council on the other side of the veil. I have had a great deal to do, and I have the privilege of coming here to appoint one man to come and help. I have had three names given to me in council and you are one of them. I want to inquire into your circumstances"

The Bishop told him what he had to do, and they conversed together as one man would converse with another. President Maughan then said to him "I think I will not call you. I think you are wanted here more than perhaps one of the others"

Bishop Roskelly got well from that hour. Very soon after, the 2nd man was taken sick, but not being able to exercise sufficient faith, Brother Roskelly did not go to him. By and by this man recoverd, and on meeting Brother Roskelly, he said, "Brother Maughan came to me the other night and told me he was sent to call one man from the ward" and he named two men as had been done to Brother Roskelly.

Af few days afterward, the 3rd man was taken sick and died.

Now, I name this to show a principle. They have work on the other side of the veil; and they want men, and they call them. That man was wanted behind the veil"

Now, that is a real story, the Lord lets people come back as messengers.

 

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