Mar 22 2014

Erase Me Soon

Hi! Thanks for watching this Video Invite. I’m Par Rasmusson, the Service Leader for the Southern Nevada Group of the Sierra Club. Every summer we like to do a big service project in one of our National Parks. This Video is to Invite you to join us this summer in spectacular Rocky Mountain National Park near Estes Park Colorado. The project runs from Monday, July 21st thru Thursday July 24th. The first two days we will be working with restoration and exotics, and the last two days we will be doing Trail Crew work. We will be guests of the park, of course, which means everyone will get free gate passes. In addition, we have a free campsite reserved for us at Moraine Park Campground from Sunday July 20th thru Friday July 25th.

Our group has earned a reputation as a hard-working crew, and the parks always invite us back. Due to the high altitude there, with the elevation ranging from 7800-feet to over 12,000-feet, we’ll still work hard but just not as long! The first two day’s work won’t be too strenuous, and will give us a chance to get adjusted to the high altitude. On Friday we’ll probably hike together, for those who want to explore some of the park’s 359 miles of trails, enjoying some of the 150 lakes and 450 miles of streams. Home to marmots and pikas, we may also see elk, bighorn sheep, mule deer and moose. 

As usual, you should bring your own tent and food, just like you would at any campground. The town of Estes Park is only a few miles from the campground, so those who don’t want to cook after working hard that day may wish to hit a store or restaurant a short distance away. Typically, we eat many meals together, sharing good food and company, often followed by a game of PIP or some other fun activity. 

If you love doing service, working and exploring with other Volunteers – truly the best people on the planet, and getting to know a national park and their staff in a way that no ordinary tourists will ever experience, please join us! Just email me to let me know of your interest or to ask questions, and to start a correspondence. Anyone 16 years or older is welcome. You don’t have to be a Sierra Club member at all – you just have to get there and back – from Las Vegas the park is about 800 miles or a 12-hour drive), and then be willing to work about 6 hours a day for four days. This promises to be a great week in a national park that many visitors number among their top favorites.

Oct 22 2012

Cousin Linking - Jane Wieringa

Over the last few years I've found lots of cousins while doing research. Sometimes a cousin lives in a state that our common ancestor lived in and can do addtional, onsite, research. One of our cousins, Jim Werkman, who's Werkman ancestor married a sister to our Maria Schaiffer, and I began email correspondence. Maria Schaiffer married Jacob Wieringa and they migrated from Holland to Springlake, Michigan in 1871. Jim is an excellent researcher, not to mention one a founder of NAPP. So we have lots in common. During his research, he has acquired photos originating in the Springlake area -- some of which have names associated -- others not. In a recent email I asked if his collection may include any of my Wieringa/Koch family. He sent back several, one of this was this one:


Looking at this, I got very excited, because I have several pictures of Jane Wieringa and husband Ed Koch and one of her probably taken in her 90's --

So I took both pictures and overlaid them -- what do you think? The same woman? I'd say so!
Sep 04 2012

Jenealogically Speaking

We visited our Grandmother Pfeiffer two or three times a year -- she lived a 2-hour drive away in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

The drive was not pleasant for me because I got carsick all of the time and it was a very windy 2-lane road. When we got to her house, a very large, built by hand 2-story log home it was always fun! The house was heated by a large wood stove in the kitchen. They had indoor plumbing, but the bathroom floors were tile and boy was it cold, even in the summer (not to mention the toilet seats!) We slept in beds with 2 or 3 really heavy wool blankets and a hot water bottle or heated rock. Grandma played piano (one which I later received) and Grandpa Pfeiffer played the violin. Their huge several-acre yard was populated with huge pine trees that we hung 2 hammocks on and played in. There was a very beautiful magnolia tree, lots and lots of berry bushes and a "swimming pool" which was slabs of cement in the shape of a swimming pool. It was inhabited mostly by lily pads, frogs, gold fish and moss -- but we swam in it. Grandma Pfeiffer made braided wool rugs for the larger rooms in the house.

When we visited we often spent visiting time in the large great room. At one end was a beautiful large rock fireplace. The floors were planks where the kids would lay in sleeping bags to listen as the grown-ups including our aunts and uncles, mom and dad, grandma and grandpa and "cousins" would talk about "family". This is where I got my first insight into our family stories.

Over the last 40 years I have enjoyed the chase, the mysteries and the fruits of learning whom I came from, where I came from and sometimes why I am like I am. As I have time, now, I'm putting the fruits of my research online to share with others and benefit by the collaboration of resources and research. The internet has been a huge boon to my research so here are links to some of my ramblings in research . . .

Historical and Mysterious - Some of those "blocked" lines - can you help?

Quigley's from East coast to West coast - This has been my main area of research over the last several years. Currently there is information primarily on my maternal Quigley line. However I have a lot more on the paternal Quigley line that I haven't added to the database yet. If you have family stories, pictures or anything that you'd like to contribute -- I'd love to hear from you! - a One Name Study for the descendants of Thomas Blachley who migrated to America in 1635.



Jul 30 2012

Changing the Ending...

Most work days I’m on the phone a lot. I got to thinking about the expressions that are such a big habit for our phone calls. “Hello” or “Hi” works pretty well for me at the beginning. But the ending sometimes comes off as a bit lame. I tend to say “Take care,” followed by “Bye.” I definitely avoid “Have a nice day” which gets old really quickly for me. Especially when people say it at night! Sure, you can say goodbye in another language, but you have to be careful who you’re saying “Adios” to, or “Sayonara.” And the whole goodbye thing; didn’t that start out as “God be with ye/you”? Why did they take the God part out?

I was reading the New Testament a while back, and I like the way they ended letters suggested in the 15th chapter of Acts. In verse 29 they use what was perhaps the Goodbye or Have A Nice Day of their time period: Fare Ye Well. No, it wasn’t one word – Farewell, which now is used when you don’t expect to see someone or something again (such as a final farewell, or farewell to that!). But simply Fare Ye Well.

I’ve been experimenting with using that at the end of my phone calls recently. It is usually met with silence. That’s OK, because I don’t really expect a reply. But I can tell people really don’t know how to respond. I suppose “You, too.” would work. I say something to end things like “Thanks for the call” and they say “OK, bye-bye” and I say “Fare ye well” and that ends it. I figure as they hang up (Wow! Has that phrase changed over the years – no one literally hangs up anymore, they just push End) they’re thinking “What did he say? Fare ye well? That’s kind of archaic!” But I like it. It’s different, and it’s a whole lot better in my mind than “Have A Nice Day”. And, it kind of puts God back into the ending again, since it is a direct quote from the Bible!

So, when we’re talking, be prepared for the not-so-surprise ending. And you might try it on your phone call endings. Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, Have A Nice Day’s days are numbered! (I liked that ending.)

Apr 14 2012

Just In Time

This is a talk I gave in Logandale 6th Ward on 2/19/12

Time: The measured or measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues

Eternity: A seemingly endless or immeasurable time, infinite time, the quality or state of being eternal.

Eternal: Having infinite duration: everlasting, continued without intermission: perpetual, timeless - Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Illustration of Eternity: Picture a great wall made out of stone, similar to the Great Wall of China. The wall is 100-feet high and 30-feet wide. Every 1000 years two doves fly over it, carrying in their beaks a long silk scarf, one on each end, and they drag it gently over the top of the wall. Eternity is how long it will take for the wall to be ground down and disappear from the abrasion of the silk scarf running across it every millenium.

Time and all Eternity -- We add the word ALL eternity, but by definition, since eternity had no time and no end, eternity is ALL eternity.

The Only Way to Kill Time is to Work It To Death – My Memories of Dr. Franklin Little

It couldn’t have been easy teaching sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds in Sunday School every week, but Dr. Little, a Sacramento dentist, was always there, prepared and enthusiastic. Through his entire teaching one thing was very clear: He cared for us.

He would write a quote that he thought might help us on the chalkboard before each lesson. I’m sure he wondered sometimes if we even remembered them. After graduating from high school, I was thrilled to land a high-paying summer job to help me save money for my mission. Unfortunately, the thrill wore off all too quickly. The job was at a pallet factory where they took raw lumber and cut it into sizes to make pallets and fruit and vegetable crates. My job was to walk to a pile of boards that had been cut seconds before, visually inspect and grade them, and then walk a few steps and stack them on the A, B, or C tables. Then I returned to the saw and did the same thing all over again—over and over and over, eight hours a day. The day just dragged. I soon found myself counting the minutes until I could take a break or, better yet, stop at the end of the day. I was miserable, but the pay was too great to even consider quitting.

One night as I was praying for help in making it through the next day, one of Dr. Little’s quotes sprang suddenly into my mind: “The only way to kill time is to work it to death.” I wasn’t sure at first how I would apply it, but I decided to put it to the test. The next day I went to work with a mission. I was going to kill time—by working it to death. What a difference! I found myself trotting back and forth between the tail-off saw and the grading tables. I would set goals like not letting more than three boards stack up before they were on their way to the grading tables. I would concentrate, really concentrate, on making the right decision on the grading—eyeing the cut boards waiting for me as soon as I dropped off the previous ones. And when the whistle announced a break, I was astonished at how quickly the previous couple of hours had gone by, and then the weeks, and soon the summer had flown by, all because of one quote from a wonderful teacher: the only way to kill time is to work it to death.

Recently I was thinking about tedium, about boredom, and it occurred to me that I seldom get bored any more. No matter how repetitious the thing is that I'm doing, no matter how mundane, I usually have enough going on in my mind and in my life that it isn't boring. I rather find myself wishing there was more time. When I go to bed I am sad that I don't have more time to read and write, to video and to volunteer. I catch myself frequently wishing there were more hours in a day. I find myself yearning for the time when there isn't time, when we have all the time we want, when life is literally timeless.

Some scriptures on time:

Psalms 90:4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

Eccl 3:1 time to every purpose under the heaven

D&C 88:110 there shall be time no longer

Alma 40:8 all is one day with God, and time only is measured unto men

In a BYU devotional entiled "Patience" Elder Neal A. Maxwell captured the quandary I have -- that I believe we all have -- when it comes to Time:

"When the veil which encloses us is no more, time will also be no more (D&C 84:100). Even now, time is clearly not our natural dimension. Thus it is that we are never really at home in time. Alternately, we find ourselves impatiently wishing to hasten the passage of time or to hold back the dawn. We can do neither, of course. Whereas the bird is at home in the air, we are clearly not at home in time--because we belong to eternity. Time, as much as any one thing, whispers to us that we are strangers here. If time were natural to us, why is it that we have so many clocks and wear wristwatches?

Some of us have been momentarily wrenched by the sound of a train whistle spilling into the night air, and we have been inexplicably subdued by the mix of feelings that this evokes. Or perhaps we have been beckoned by a lighted cottage across a snow-covered meadow at dusk. Or we have heard the warm and drawing laughter of children at a nearby playground. Or we have been tugged at by the strains of congregational singing from a nearby church. Or we have encountered a particular fragrance which has awakened memories deep within us of things which once were. In such moments, we have felt a deep yearning, as if we were temporarily outside of something to which we actually belonged and of which we so much wanted again to be a part.

There are spiritual equivalents of these moments. Such seem to occur most often when time touches eternity. In these moments we feel a longing closeness--but we are still separate. The partition which produces this paradox is something we call the veil--a partition the presence of which requires our patience. We define the veil as the border between mortality and eternity; it is also a film of forgetting which covers the memories of earlier experiences. This forgetfulness will be lifted one day, and on that day we will see forever--rather than "through a glass, darkly" (1 Corinthians 13:12).

There are poignant and frequent reminders of the veil, adding to our sense of being close but still outside. In our deepest prayers, when the agency of man encounters the omniscience of God, we sometimes sense, if only momentarily, how very provincial our petitions are; we perceive that there are more good answers than we have good questions; and we realize that we have been taught more than we can tell, for the language used is not that which the tongue can transmit.

We experience this same close separateness when a baby is born, but also as we wait with those who are dying--for then we brush against the veil, as goodbyes and greetings are said almost within earshot of each other. In such moments, this resonance with realities on the other side of the veil is so obvious that it can be explained in only one way!"

I would like to share some thoughts from one of my favorite wordsmiths, Marvin Payne, from his column "Backstage Graffiti" published in the on-line Meridian Magazine on November 9th, 2011:

"Now think about this for a minute: You are kneeling by your bedside and praying that, say, your wife and/or daughter will last out the night. You expect an answer. You are taught that there will be one. But for an answer to come, a question first has to have been heard. Of course, at this very moment several million Christians and Jews are asking the same Person their own urgent questions, and several million Muslims, depending on the time of day, are vying for His attention, and uncounted believers in God by many other names are doing the same. (Talking this phenomenon over with my frequent director… the legendary Jayne Luke, she said that in her church ((I can’t remember whether it was the Congregationalist or the Universalist Church)) their prayers were addressed “To Whom it may concern.”) Anyhow, that’s a lot of people trying to be heard at once. Some churches have dealt with this apparent impossibility by believing in “celestial call centers” where prayers are heard and mediated by a plethora of saints—still, there just can’t be enough saintly cubicles to make it work.

But, against all logic, you happen to know that Heavenly Father is listening in a personal, focused, undistracted manner to you. Not because it makes sense, not because any dogma contains that preposterous notion, but because you have experienced it. You know exactly how it feels to have the exclusive ear of Deity. To someone who hasn’t experienced it, it’s foolishness. Ask Paul.

A few years ago, Elder Merrill Bateman, as a Seventy, suggested in General Conference that in Gethsemane each of us had some personal interaction with the Savior. That’s more people competing for the Savior’s time than ever prayed all at once, even when BYU is up against the U. No matter how you slice it, the notion of Deity spending quality time with mortals defies logic.

Unless one is lifted above the limitation of time. What if time were merely a convention of mortality? Like water is what fish live in. We don’t live in water, we live above water—but try to explain that to a fish. The brightest among our finny friends wouldn’t be able to imagine living above the limitation of water.

You can read in the scriptures about time ending, about all things being present before the Lord, about Moses seeing everybody and everything all at once. But Moses made a particular point of his being transfigured during the experience.

If time didn’t matter, if time didn’t restrict the Lord (as water restricts fish), it would suddenly be perfectly logical for Him to attend to each of us, alone, for as long as it took to love us, understand us, teach us, and save us. The Savior could walk your whole life with you and with no one else. Without denying the same gift to each of us. Okay, this is not about trying to explain the miraculous. What we’re about is having faith, repenting, getting baptized, and befriending the Holy Ghost. Adwen is sleeping soundly. I think I’ll tell the Lord how grateful I am. But I won’t have to take a number."

And thus we face the quandary of mortality: we live in a today, an element that is not natural to us, a period of testing and learning and faith and time. And that time is limited. Not only is it limited, we never really know when it will end. But while we're experiencing mortality, we must -- we MUST -- act in Time while focusing on Eternity. D&C 64:25 Wherefore, if ye believe me, ye will labor while it is called today.

How many times have you had an argument with your spouse and looked back months or years later and can't even remember what you argued about? How many times have made decisions based on the moment, and then with the perspective of additional time, realized how wrong you were? We need to live in time, but think in terms of eternity. Faith is a big part of that. We need to have faith that there is more to life than mortality. We need to have faith in the things that are timeless including love and truth and family.

Let me conclude with a quote from Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley from a talk entitled Pillars of Truth in the January 1994 Ensign:

"We are not chance creations in a universe of disorder. We lived before we were born. We were God’s sons and daughters who shouted for joy (see Job 38:7). We knew our Father; He planned our future. We graduated from that life and matriculated in this. The statement is simple; the implications are profound. Life is a mission, not just the sputtering of a candle between a chance lighting and a gust of wind that blows it out forever . . .

While here, we have learning to gain, work to do, service go give. We are here with a marvelous inheritance, a divine endowment. How different this world would be if every person realized that all of his actions have eternal consequences. How much more satisfying our years may be if in our accumulation of knowledge, in our relationships with others, in our business affairs, in our courtship and marriage, and in our family rearing, we recognize that we form each day the stuff of which eternity is made….Life is forever. Live each day as if you were going to live eternally, for you surely shall."

May we follow this beautiful counsel from Pres. Hinckley. May we stand committed. May we look forward to the time when there is no time! And may we, because of our commitment today, whilst there is time, prepare for and qualify to return to our Heavenly Parents, when our experience with them again will be timeless!

Mar 12 2012

Answers to Prayer

God does answer our prayers - always, but not always in the way we may recognize and sometimes very definitely in a way that we would recognize.  His answers come to us as --



Not Yet


and . . .


I have a better plan.

Jun 26 2011

No Water, No Problem!

My recent week-long backpacking adventure into Grand Gulch in southern UT turned into quite a park-hopping adventure as we couldn’t find water where we were. Although it was supposed to be there, it wasn’t, so we hiked back out and instead decided to visit the parks of southeast Utah and southwest Colorado. Grand Gulch was wonderful, and the Bannister Springs ruins (and they were interesting), but no water equals no fun so out we came.
We had carpooled so my adventurous carpoolmates (is that a word?) and I decided to go sight-seeing. We still lived out of our packs and slept in out tents (well, actually, the shorter of my two companions slept in the back seat) and cooked our meals on our JetBoils. But we did manage to snag a couple of campgrounds, and I was able to sleep in my hammock tent every night (I avoid sleeping on the ground if at all possible). Below is the link to some pictures which I put into a slideshow. Before you go there, though, let me tell you a little bit about what you’ll see.
We went to UT state parks, national monuments, and national parks. You’ll see photos I took, and they’re all captioned. In one you’ll see a crow flying away – I’m still learning how to stop motion better, and in another you’ll see a turkey vulture in flight in front of one of the many ruins at Mesa Verde National Park – I felt pretty good about capturing him/her in the sun so well! You’ll see some familiar shots – especially in Mesa Verde NP and some not so familiar sights – like the goblins in Goblin State Park.
It has been a dream of mine to visit Mesa Verde NP, and I wasn’t disappointed. Next time I’m staying there several days! And I can’t wait to play hide ‘n' seek with the grandkids in Goblin SP – it might take days to find each other!
Anyway, hope you enjoy the photos as much as I enjoyed the vacation. No cell phone reception! Drop dead gorgeous parks! I even was able to get a shot of lightning (even if it was flashing behind a campground outhouse). In short, a much-needed vacation that, although the water wasn’t there, no problem!

Here's the link to my favorite photos from the trip: click here.

May 09 2011

To Be a Mother

At this time in my life I really want for nothing, but have everything. . .  When I was a teenager I wanted so much to find a husband to love me and to raise the perfect family.  That was my dream.  Over the years I've learned that to raise a perfect family, you'd have to be perfect to begin with!  Dah!  I'm getting smarter with experience.  I've learned that being married and raising a family is really an experience where your spouse and your children have to be patient with their wife and Mom -- it's on-the-job training.  You can read all the manuals and books you want (and you should) but you will never do it exactly right.  Or maybe you are always doing it exactly right:)  Being a family is a growing and learning experience for everyone.  The key is to love where you're at for a minute, for 10 minutes, for an hour or for a day.  "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

As a mother, there were lots of times that I thought that it was, gosh, a lot of work!  The hours were long the laundry endless.  But the opportunities for creativeness, joy, teaching, sharing and learning were also endless.  Even now, as a mother, I am constantly learning.  I am constantly blessed by the cathedrals that I have been a part of building . . . and am thankful for the blessing of being a mother.



A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was Almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.

No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, he'd say, 'You're gonna love it there...'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers



Grandmother Pfiffer lived in a very large log home in Camptonville, California during the years that I knew her. She descended from a line of strong women. Her grandmother, Julia Quigley raised 10 children in the wilds of Iowa and Nebraska, after her physician husband died unexpectedly shortly before the birth of their 10th child, Deborah Ellen Quigley Blatchley, my great grandmother.

Julia's mother, Debra Ann Somers married Nathan Quigley whose grandfather made a living as a "slave getter", while she came from a line of Quakers who were supporters of freedom for the blacks and the Underground Railroad. Perhaps because of this, she left her husband in Mobile, Alabama prior to the Civil War and moved to Ohio, taking four children with her.


Grandmother was raised in Nebraska on a large farm; her schooling included having her father as the principal of the school. By age 16 she had completed her education and was ready to teach. She actually taught school with one of her cousins, Robert Miles Quigley, in attendance. "Your grandmother (Constance) was the school teacher for my first year of school. She stayed at our place. The Blatchley Ranch was 5 miles up the Red Willow Creek from our ranch." Constance Marie Blatchley first set eyes on her future husband, David Church, on a white horse and thought of him as her "knight in shining armor". In 1921 she married him and began their family of four children, moving to Montana, Iowa and finally California. Apparently during this time she went back to school and graduated "cum laude" with a major in English from UCLA. My mother says that Grandmother took her door-to-door selling vacuum cleaners to try to help support the family. So four children and a depression (the Great Depression of 1930) later, she returned her husband, David, to a cousin, and began a life as a single mother. . . In 1933 she married Richard Rondell Pfiffer. Grandpa Pfiffer was skinny, played the violin and loved to tell stories. He and Grandma played together -- she on the piano and he on the violin. Together they built a large log home in Camptonville, probably because Grandpa Pfiffer could "mine for gold" and Grandma could teach at the school or at the school in nearby Grass Valley.

I find it totally amazing that she was able to go to college with four children, graduate "cum laude" and pick up a life sans the support of a husband. In the years that I knew her, she always sent each of us a book on our birthday from Levinson's Bookstore in Sacramento. These included Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, Patty Reed's Doll and the Happy Hollister series. We would take the 2-hour drive to their house a couple of times a year and got to sleep in beds that were heated by hot water bottles and a house that was heated by a wood-burning stove. She was an excellent cook -- we often had blackberry or raspberry pies from the berry bushes in their yard. As kids, we had a wonderful time at their house -- playing in the hammocks that hung between the huge pine trees, going to the general store and picking out penny candy and going to church on Sunday where Grandmother taught Sunday School. Sometimes we would swim in the home-made concrete swimming pool in the backyard, even though it had lily pads and frogs in it! They had a beautiful magnolia tree in the backyard and lots of places to explore and play in. To me she was always kind and instilled a love of learning. Thank you Grandmother, it couldn't have been easy.

Jan 30 2011

The ABC's of Positive Affirmations

The ABC’s of Being POSITIVE by GrandPar


I listened to a friend of mine on a radio program. When I saw him a few days later I commented on how much I enjoyed listening to the interview. He pointed out that it was good, but when he played back the recording of it, he had said the word “absolutely!” seventeen times. This came to mind recently when I had an interview and was told what my new volunteer assignment would be. I found myself saying “wonderful” and “terrific” over and over again. I like to be positive and affirmative, but I realized I needed to expand my usage of positive affirmations. Now, when I catch myself repeating a word, I use my ABC’s of Being Positive and “run the alphabet”. It’s surprising how easy it is once you get on track – the next word just waits to be said. And so far, no one has noticed me doing it. :o)


Awesome, Absolutely, Agreed

Beautiful, Bueno, Brilliant

Cool, Certainly, Conclusively


Engaging, Enterprising

Fantastic, Fabulous

Great, Gnarly, Good

Ho, Happily so, Heavenly

Indeed, Impressive



Luminous, Luckily so

Marvelous, Muy bien

Not bad


Positively, Perfect

Quite right

Remarkable, Right, Rewarding

Smart, Super, Si

Terrific, Tremendous, To be sure

Undeniably, Unquestionably

Very good, Viable

Wonderful, Without a doubt

Xactly, Xtraordinary

Yes, You’re right

Zany, at the Zenith

Jan 16 2011

Procrastination is Fruitless

Each time we have moved to a new home, I've said "We're going to plant fruit trees right from the start!"  Growing up we ate oranges, grapefruit, lemons, cherries and almonds fresh from the trees in our yard (2 acres).  I took that for granted.  We often bought lugs of fresh peaches and pears and canned them for the coming year.

I stayed with Aunt Jonnie and Papa every year that I can remember for a week.  During that week we often had fresh apricots from their trees growing at the very back of their small yard.  We had fresh peaches in homemade ice cream.  What a treat!  So during our years of marriage, many of those years we have also canned or frozen large quantities of fresh fruit -- all of which we had to buy. 

Moving to Nevada I realized that once again I had never planted those trees while living in Connecticut for nearly 20 years.  Now we have come to Nevada and once again, we have lived here for nearly 7 years and, you guessed it, no fruit trees.  So today I attended a class on caring for fruit trees.  I learned a lot!  We're about to re-landscape our yard and it will include fruit trees!

So my word to the wise is, don't procrastinate -- plant those trees this week or as soon as your climate allows or you, too, may be . . .

~ Fruitless in Logandale