Wednesday, June 30, 2010

on the other side of the storm

Tricia and I really wanted to play

Round Robin tennis at Sanlando tonight.

I called the courts and they said that they were open and dry.

I looked online and the weather service said there was only a

10% chance of rain.

The odds looked quite good

except for the fact that it was raining at home.

We decided to go.

You probably have to live in Florida

to understand the mentality of setting off in a rain storm

to play tennis.ECI8

It poured.

It was torrential.

It never stopped.

We kept on going.

When we were actually about 5 miles away from the courts,

we could see the edge of the storm.

It looked like the edge of the storm was at the courts.

It was even still sprinkling,

but only the tiniest bit,

when we finally arrived.


before we even got out of the car we heard three horns blow.

Tricia told me that she had read that meant there was

lightning in the area and to

get off the courts.

We wondered if we should leave.


we didn’t take our racquets,

but we did walk over to the office.

You know what they said?

They said those three horns were the

all clear

and that we could play.


We had a beautiful evening

and a great time playing

on the other side of the storm.

Monday, June 28, 2010

finally monday

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Sunday, June 27, 2010

jane harper


On his recent trip to Indianapolis, Doug stayed with Maureen Day Harper. Doug and I grew up with Maureen and her brother and sisters. He had fun catching up with them and meeting their daughter, Jane.

When Jane mentioned that she was coming to Orlando in a couple of weeks, he invited her to come and visit. Today she did. I enjoyed meeting her and we all spent a very enjoyable Sunday afternoon together.

We played silly conversation games like one-upping each other thinking of famous Janes. We taught her how to play dominoes. She shared interesting stories of her life living abroad. She is back in the US for the time being and we were pleased that she came our way.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

after dinner

DSC08331The Seguine kids are back! Carter and Courtney are so excited about grandkid camp that in secret whispers and even overtly they have been expressing a wish for the rest of the family to head on home asap. This, of course, pleases my nana-heart immensely.DSC08334

It was too late for jumping into the lake. That will have to wait until Monday. However, we did enjoy all the bubble blowing down at the dock after dinner. DSC08337

a beautiful bride

Jordan is "my" first young woman to get married. It was wonderful to share her special day and I am looking forward to seeing her with Luke in the Temple about this time next year.

birdhouse baptistry

Josie Boatright asked to be baptized in a lake. DSC08330We have been looking forward to her baptism for many years waiting for her daddy’s permission. DSC08327It was dresses, suits and ties for all of us at the lake today sharing her joy.

DSC08328   Congratulations, Josie!

Friday, June 25, 2010

girls camp 2010

Eustis Ward Campers

girls camp (2)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

what these two moms did while their three girls were at camp today


“For tourists in the 1880s, Florida was a tropical frontier still rich in mystery and romance. At DeLeon Springs, the legends of early explorers were still potent - a 1889 advertisement promised a fountain of youth:  impregnated with a deliciously healthy combination of soda and sulfur.DSC08323

Native Americans occupied the area periodically from as early as 8000 B.C. A 6,000-year-old dugout canoe, one of the oldest ever found in America, was discovered here.

During the Civil War, the spring-powered mill was used to provide grain and other stores for Confederate forces. However, Union troops eventually captured it.


The Old Spanish Sugar Mill , sits beside the spring named for the legendary explorer Ponce DeLeon. Originally constructed to crush sugar cane utilizing the power of the 16 – 18 million gallons of water flowing from the spring daily, the mill boasts a 100 ft. undershot waterwheel. The actual construction date of the mill is a source of much debate.

A chimney DSC08325which remains on the site was part of the original sugar mill operation displays a DAR plaque proclaiming the date of 1570 as the year of mill construction. Florida historians and archaeologists disagree and feel that evidence would better support an early 1800's construction.


In 1961 the mill was again scheduled for destruction. However, a fifth generation grist miller newly arrived in Florida saw a treasure that he thought should be saved. He arranged to lease and restore the mill, moved his wife and daughter to the 'Fountain of Youth' and began once again grinding flour in the mill building. His gristmill was of his own design, an adjustable underrunner mill with small French buhr stones that was electrically powered.

The setting was perfect and the restaurant and bakery utilizing his flours began.”


You cook the pancakes yourself right at your table.

Gail and I enjoyed doing the recon today, and we are both looking forward to bring out families back to enjoy this beautiful, interesting and historical place.


we came home to watch the end of a truly historical tennis match. From the Los Angeles Times:


John Isner is the survivor at Wimbledon

After more than 11 hours over three days, the American finally defeats Nicolas Mahut, 70-68, in a record-shattering fifth set.

John Isner

John Isner celebrates after defeating France's Nicolas Mahut in a record-setting singles match at Wimbledon on Thursday.

Reporting from Wimbledon, England — The final shot came off the racket of John Isner, a backhand hit with a single purpose late Thursday afternoon on Court 18 of Wimbledon.
It was meant to be a winner, with Isner playing the 491st minute and 138th game of the final set in a first-round Wimbledon match that had carried on across three days.
This backhand found its spot, barely out of the reach of gallant Frenchman Nicolas Mahut, who lunged for the ball anyway. The winning shot landed — the 980th point of a match that lasted a record 11 hours and 5 minutes — neither the 25-year-old Isner nor the 28-year-old Mahut could do much more than drop to his knees.
Isner was the winner, 6-4, 3-6, 6-7 (7), 7-6 (3), 70-68.
It took them an hour and five minutes Thursday to finish what they started on Tuesday. Making history can be tedious.
Isner, who wore a University of Georgia Bulldog T-shirt afterward in honor of the place where he played college tennis, couldn't quite grasp the magnitude of what had been accomplished. When he left Wednesday night, with the score tied, 59-59, Isner said he didn't feel rooted in reality.
"I thought it was a dream," Isner said. "I didn't think that type of match was possible. So I was really expecting to wake up, in all seriousness."
The tennis on Thursday was no different from what had been played Tuesday and Wednesday. It was elemental. Big serves, returns into the net, little in between except an occasional two- or three-stroke rally, sometimes an attempt at a net rush or a lob.
The crack in Mahut's final service game came on the second point, when he made a forehand error after leading 15-0. At 15-15 Mahut tried a delicate drop shot, but he put the ball into the net. Mahut won the next point with a volley for 30-30, but then, once again, Isner got a swing at a second serve and it paid off.
The 6-foot-9 American hit a forehand winner to give himself a fifth match point in the longest-ever set. As the crowd on Court 18 roared, Isner converted his fifth match point.
Afterward, Isner said Mahut shouldn't have tried to be so precise with the drop shot.
"I actually slipped," he said. "Anywhere on the court I wasn't getting to the ball. Then at 30-all I hit a great winner up the line. In situations like that, when you have a match point and you're returning you tend to get little tight.
"I told myself to just go for it. I didn't want to lose that point playing the wrong way. If I go for my shot and miss, that's fine."
Until that final game, it seemed Isner was suffering the most.
On Wednesday night, he had moved between points with his shoulders slumped and his head hanging.
But around the time the score was 60-60 Thursday, Mahut began pulling at his stomach, as if he might be cramping.
Isner, though, seemed finally ready to crack at 68-68. He got behind 0-30 on his serve and threw down his racket. The frustration release seemed to work because Isner promptly put out four unreturnable serves and held to lead 69-68.
Remarkably Mahut went on to play doubles Thursday with partner Arnaud Clement on the same Court 18, though that match was suspended after one set. Because of darkness. Just as darkness had suspended the match with Isner on Tuesday, and again Wednesday.
When Mahut finally met with the media, at 9:39 p.m., the day was done.
"This was just a match I will never forget," he said of his loss to Isner. "But at this moment it's really painful."
He said he hoped that everybody who watched had one particular recollection. "I just want them to remember that we were just two big fighters and one of them just won."
Even chair umpire Mohamed Lahyani seemed to suffer. He would sometimes massage his neck and more than once his voice cracked when he would announce the score. "I didn't get a chance to feel tired," Lahyani said. "I was gripped by the amazing match and my concentration stayed good. I owed that to the players. Their stamina was breathtaking and their behavior exceptional."
Isner must be back at noon here Friday for his second-round match against Dutchman Thiemo de Bakker, who himself needed to win his first-round match, 16-14, in the fifth set.
"I'm going to do everything necessary to get myself ready," Isner said. "I think I definitely can win."
The only thing Isner might miss is what he found waiting for him in the locker room Wednesday night: Andy Roddick with a bag full of takeout food.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

starting over

Starting over is always tough. During the course of our lives circumstances and personal choices sooner or later bring a time of starting over. In my own life, I have found starting over to be extremely challenging, but also renewing.DSC08317

Some teachers in Mary Gronlund’s career got together today for a starting over party. DSC08318

She is a great person, and we all felt it was a privilege to wish her all the best in the next chapter of her life.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

happy father’s day


Sundays are normally a very busy day for my husband. He usually starts out by getting up at what he calls “O-dark-thirty”. After a series of meetings and interviews, he returns home and spends what is left of the day talking on the phone to the people that needed to see him or talk to him when he wasn’t available earlier.

But this Sunday was different. And while everyone else was celebrating a happy father’s day, he was celebrating a day of rest. He did take a few phone calls later…

…from his beautiful daughters who always remind him that he is LoVeD!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

hanging out with little amanda


The Currents came to stay over this evening. President Current and Doug are attending a Sacrament Meeting at Camp Lanoche in the morning, but Susan and little Amanda are going to the stake center with Brianna and I for church. Little Amanda is all grown up now. She was  nicknamed more than ten years ago when Cherylyn also had a friend named Amanda.

DSC08304We took them to have dinner at Kiku, a local Japanese steakhouse. After dinner, Susan went through every page of my 2006 blog book and we told family stories while the men did some church/scouting talk. Brianna and Amanda…well they had other interests.


It was fun to see these two hanging out together again.

Friday, June 18, 2010

hat model


Our friend, Mike Hewitt, asked Brianna to be a model


for his amateur photography hobby.


My blog doesn’t show the pictures nearly as well as this link.


I think his work is FaBuLouS!


It was so very interesting watching him create a picture.



He would tell her to hold her head a certain way and look a certain direction and after a minute or two of instruction, he would take A picture…not 3o, hoping for a good one…A picture. And then he would move on with his next idea.



Meanwhile, his wife and I were busy discussing herbs and only occasionally, lending a hand.



I love them all…for different reasons.



I am trying to pick a favorite…what’s your vote?

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

missionary memoirs


My  missionary phone calls the past couple of days have come from the following area codes:



435 – N. Utah

808 – Hawaii

208 – Idaho

614 – Ohio


503 – Oregon

801 – Utah

520 – Arizona



602 – Arizona

573 – Missouri

61 – Australia

That last call today was from Sister Boylan. She is a new member of the church and was absolutely panicked that she personally had ruined new FamilySearch. “Don’t tell the prophet!” she said. “He’ll take away my membership.” It was a pleasure helping her because she was so funny and entertaining. She lives in a branch in Burnett Downs, Queensland. She had inadvertently combined her great-grandmother with her mother thereby doing what we call “hijacking a record.” I spared her the grim details.

Last night she had been at the church trying to get help from her local family history consultant. She said that they couldn’t help her and she told them, never mind. “I am just going to go home and call America!” At their horrified response, she replied…it’s an 800 number, you know.

We have 800 numbers for most places in the world. In fact, there are 6 numbers for African nations, 23 for Asia Pacific, including Sister Boylan’s from Australia. Even Cherylyn has a number she can call from Indonesia. There are 30 for Europe. I once had a caller from Italy. There are 28 numbers for Latin America and of course, two for North America. The one for Canada and the one for the United States. Actually, they are exactly the same number, 1-866-406-1830. I cannot tell you how many times I looked that number up before I realized…Duh!

April 6, 1830.

Many of the European numbers follow the same logic, with numbers like 800-1830-1830.

Sister Boylan was not able to talk on the phone and work on the internet at the same time, but she kept me laughing for 35 minutes while I removed the dozen disputes she had put up trying to proclaim to all the world that she had made a mistake and please don’t take this information seriously.

She asked me where I was located and was quite surprised and then mortified to realize she was talking to Florida at 5:00 pm. “What are you doing about dinner?” she asked. I told her not to worry because my husband was heating up the barbeque. That delighted her and of course, she told me to have him put some snags on the barbie for her! (I called my BIL and found out later that they are sausage like and eaten with most everything.)

angel-butterfly After removing the disputes, I separated the incorrectly combined records. This is all pretty novice new FamilySearch stuff. For  my efforts though, she hailed me as an angel.

And that ended a pretty nice day on the phones.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

light my fire

I was a freshman in 1967 when the Doors’ famous song hit the charts. I purchased the LP. My friend, Jill Jones, would come over and we would play it on the record player in my parents living room and dance around the floor. I doubt that my  parents knew, and I certainly didn’t know about the drug innuendos in the song. Nor did I notice that Ed Sullivan refused to shake the band members’ hands after they played the song on his show. Mr. Sullivan was annoyed because  they had broken the terms of their contract by not singing an edited version. Let’s just say that the song wouldn’t pass the lyric scrutiny for Brianna’s Ipod today.


Nevertheless, I was thinking about the song as we woke early this morning to light our own fire. The Berge’s showed up to help us load, transport and burn the limbs that Doug had prepared from our fallen tree at the lake.


DSC08244A fire is not very welcome this time of year when the temperatures  already stretched into the ‘80s by 8:00 this morning.

Gratefully, with so many hands, we were able to make quick work of it.


Brianna had chosen the ‘60s as her decade for the stake dance tonight.


We had a relaxing time with the girls on the lake this afternoon and enjoyed the hype as they got ready for the dance this evening.DSC08247


Try not to set the night on fire.