Monday, May 9, 2011

Mother's Day in McCall

This year we decided to get out of town for Mother's day . . . so we could spend some real family time together. We were going to go to Spokane, Washington. Then we thought about Bend, Oregon (we were there last year on Mother's day). But ultimately we decided to go somewhere we have never been, and also somewhere close (one tank of gas got us there and back again, with gas left over!)

So we loaded up the car and headed to McCall, Idaho!
We rented an AMAZING cabin for a really low price (it is the off-season). I think this will be a new tradition . . . Mother's day in McCall. It was so great!

This was the main cabin. It was HUGE for us. It was amazing to have so much space (and an upstairs -- the kids loved that!)
You can also rent out the unit over the garage if you have a big crew . . .
we did not need it, this time.
You walk into a beautiful living room heated with a propane stove. It was so warm and instantly inviting. It had the "wow" factor. It was better than I expected! Every detail was perfect!
This is the family room with comfy couches and flat screen. (This was NOT a rustic experience, just so you know!) There was cable TV and everything. I spent a lot of time watching HGTV learning about home decorating. It is a good thing we do not have cable in our home -- I think I would watch all day!
They also had a selection of 175 movies to choose from. There were a lot of games to play, which I thought was an awesome thing! They had games for ALL ages.
The kids loved playing monopoly with daddy . . . mommy was kicking back with the home decorating channel. (I do NOT like monopoly!)
It was the little things in this cabin that made it special. They had games out like this frog tic-tac-toe (love it!)
and this rustic checkers board
There were other cabins around, but you still felt like you had privacy in the ponderosa pines -- which smell so yummy!
The dining room, with the laundry room off the back
The Kitchen -- so cute!
The back deck
Playing in the very deep snow -- it felt like Alaska!
After snow jumping they warmed their feet by the fire
The master suite had a king size bed -- we could have fit a whole other person between us!
It was located upstairs
This was Sammi's room she was in Heaven with her own room. It was located downstairs.
The boys room -- it was so fun!
It even had a Playstation (which they did not really play, too much to do!)
We did go out to eat the first night we were there. About 1 minute away from the cabin we found this place. It is called Lardo Grill and Saloon -- how could we resist such a classy-looking place? I just knew it was right for our family. Sure enough -- it was AMAZING food. They load you up! We all brought boxes back to the cabin . . .
William finished his spaghetti the next day
We did go for a walk on Saturday and we saw this guy . . .
Sammi said, "Hey that is really big cat!" We all looked for what she was talking about and we saw it. A pet Bobcat!? Weird!


















We had a really good time together as a family. It was very relaxing, which is just what we needed. We had nothing planned. We spent most of the time just in the cabin, doing whatever we wanted to do. We went to church in McCall on Sunday and we really enjoyed the ward out there. The Mother's day speakers were really fantastic. The kids all cried when we left the cabin. They did not want to leave! We will go back, for sure!

I think Mother's Day in McCall might be a new tradition!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Angels and Mothers

A few years ago my mother and I ended up with the same Christmas Eve pajamas, ordered from L.L. Bean. It was unplanned, and too funny when we opened our packages . . .
Look how cute we are in our Jammies!

It just goes to show you how much I really am like my mother.
And being like my mother is a very wonderful thing.

I have come to realize and understand deeply -- the strong ties between family bonds and who you come from. No matter who (or what) your past consist of (for better or worse) you are affected by those ancestors who have gone before you. Similar to the concept in the Lion King movie, your ancestors essentially "live in you".
King Mufasa says to his son Simba:
"You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life."

The more you understand those who have gone before you . . . the more you will understand YOU!
The more you understand you . . . the more you will understand them!
And so on . . .
Life really does become circular.
A circle has no beginning and no end.
Eternal. Families.

I have come to have a deep love and special gratitude for the women of my family line. They are the Queens in whose mighty company I hope to dwell . . .

For this Mothers Day, I wanted to honor them.
Without them . . . I would not be me.

For those who might think a mother is "just" a mother . . . think again.
Time will tell your great worth. Generations will know your great worth.

Ann Steele Murdoch
Great, Great, Great Grandma
"Muzz"
1829-1909
  • Joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Scotland with her husband John Murray Murdoch
  • She left her homeland behind to face the hardships of crossing the ocean and the plains of America by Ox-team, where 2 of their children passed away shortly after arrival.
  • She had 15 children
  • Her husband worked for Brigham Young when he first arrived in Utah and was the Stake Patriarch
  • She was the Relief Society President
  • She loved helping and serving others
  • They helped in settling Heber City, Utah
  • It was with her approval and consent that John Murdoch followed the principle of plural marriage and so he married Isabella "Bella" Crawford
  • "Muzz" and "Bella" were the best of friends and were known for their friendship and love for each other. They worked together to take care of their very large family.
I LOVE this picture!
John Murdoch with Ann and Isabella
John, both wives, and children all lived under one roof for many years in peace and harmony.
(22 children grew to maturity 7 dying very young)
John had been sent to jail for practicing the principle of polygamy and had to build another home for Isabella. They lived separately for years until almost all the children were grown, then he built a smaller home with two separate living quarters for the two ladies, in accordance with the law.

NOTE:
(Any questions about polygamy, send me an e-mail!)
To make it clear: POLYGAMY IS NOT PRACTICED in the church today.
It was a commandment for that time.
The more I learn about that time in history -- the more I understand the need for it. (Lots of women left to fend for themselves, they needed a provider.) I am amazed by the faith of those willing to live the principle.
Though I better understand polygamy -- I CANNOT IMAGINE being that selfless! WOW!

It was said of Ann Steele Murdoch:
"We will miss her pleasant, motherly smile, her wrinkled face and her gentle voice with it's quaint Scotch accent."
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Sarah Jane Murdoch
(daughter of Ann Steele Murdoch)
Great, Great, Grandma
1859-1933
She was one of the daughters of John Murray Murdoch and Ann Steele.

"One day my girl chum and I went into the school room and a little parcel was handed to us; it read "Dear Valentine." We opened it and there was a cedar pointer of beautiful workmanship and a stick of candy. Thomas Heber Rasband and John Carlisle were the givers."

Sarah married that boy Valentine, Thomas Heber Rasband.
They lived a happy life full of life, trials and children . . . until one day Sarah recalls:

"What is the matter?" Annie said. "There has been a terrible accident at the mine and Papa was in it." I said, "Come inside and we will kneel down and pray that there will be no lives lost." But at 3 o'clock James Rasband came in and said, "Sarah, it is Heber that is in the accident . He had fallen down the shaft 275 feet into a sump filled with water and they did not know if they could ever get him out. My first thought was that I must go to the mine. I started up the hill in front of our house and went blind and fell. They carried me back into the house and laid me on the bed and would not let me get up.

No human tongue can tell what I passed through at that time. What a terrible calamity had overtaken me to think that my dear companion was in such distress and that I would never see him alive again. Then to hear the pitiful cries of our dear children. Their cries were heartbreaking. I tried to make myself believe it was all a mistake and not true.

At 8 p.m. word came that his body had been taken to the undertaker. This was little consolation in this terrible trying time. There were many people outside crying and praying for me. I was helped into the room where I got to look at that dear face and mangled body. There were no tears for me for I was past shedding tears. I knew I would meet him again.

She lived a life of faith and trial and sacrifice.

Now, she is with her sweet Valentine, Heber.

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Emily Isabella Rasband Cram
1886-1967
Great Grandma
"Embell"
"Embell's life was full of faith, hard work, laughter, tears and goodness and seemed blessed with an innocence (untouched by evil) that is unknown today."

  • She was not afraid of anything as a child
  • Her child nickname was "Curly"
  • As a child their family would sing, play games, have skits, poetry, shadow plays with a sheet and light behind it. There favorite hymn was "Love at Home".
  • Emily Isabella was 5'6 and 140lbs
  • She had dark blue eyes and beautiful dark curly hair and good health
  • Embell was the "Beautiful Belle of the County".
  • She had a wonderful disposition
In August of 1908, Victor Dee Cram and Emily met. He was on a semi-pro baseball team and had a game in Park City. He was 28 and had a black eye and hurt hip from the game. Embell was 22 and worked at the candy counter of the drug store. Victor came limping in with his hurt leg and black eye. She was at the fountain, and turned around; she had a black eye also. Vic said, "Hi Curly! How about swapping black eyes?" Later he asked if he could take her home. He borrowed a bicycle built for two to come after her. "A love rose up between Sarah and Dad that lasted all their lives."
Victor
It took two days to get to the temple in horse and buggy. Mother was their chaperone from Heber City and on June 22 1910 -- two years after they met -- they were married in the Salt Lake Temple.
  • Their home was lovely but after 10 children it really wore out. But it was orderly and clean.
"Sometimes I wonder how mother stood our gangs. Her arms were always outstretched to us, or around us! The eight loaves of hot bread, the homemade soups, Saturday night baths in a big iron tub were all a story of their own in our lives."

  • She taught love thy neighbor, honesty, virtue, kindness and compassion in all they did.
  • Embell lived her religion everyday of her life -- her example
  • She worked in Primary, taught religion classes, and was Relief Society President
  • She always had a Relief Society quilt in her living room
  • She was such a peaceful, happy person to be around
  • The corners of her mouth seemed to be turned up in a permanent smile.
  • She never wore pants or slacks -- she did not like them!
  • She always wore a housedress and silk stockings and lovely apron
"A bed was always kept on the front porch where many song fests were held. It was a joy to hear Mother's beautiful tenor voice."

"Mother always took the harmony -- tenor or alto-- whatever was needed." Sometimes as we all lay in bed before going to sleep, we'd all sing -- upstairs and down. We'd sing anywhere -- in front of the house, canyon parties, or just riding in the car."

Few things frightened Embell, but she hated lightning and thunder. She would close the drapes and gather her family around.

Embell laughed a lot. She enjoyed a good joke and loved to laugh. She could get so tickled; she'd get the giggles and couldn't stop. Even during occasions of deep sorrow, Embell and her cousins would be able to find something to laugh about. It was their way of saying, "It's sad, but we can go on."

Her favorite saying was: "The Hurrier I go, the behinder I get."

"Our home was a haven for the sick, the tired, the hungry, the lonely; the doors were always open to everyone. There was always food and room for one more. Many transients were welcomed to a good meal."

Embell had cancer of the mouth which caused her jawbone to be exposed. The doctor was amazed how she "hypnotized" herself out of the pain. He had never seen anyone with such patience and forbearance as she had. Even when she was sick, she was still kind and pleasant. She was still thinking of others. She passed away from the cancer.

Now, I am sure she is still "Belle of the County" in Heaven.

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Sara LeIsle Cram Post
1923-Present
Grandma
"Nan"
  • Played semi-pro softball on the teams "The White Stars" and "The Lucky 13". (Like the teams on the movie A League of their Own).
  • She was co-editor for the high-school paper
  • She was Valedictorian in her class
  • She married Bill Post; Radio personality, composer, vocalist.
  • They courted for 1 month and married -- he was 12 years older than her!
  • She had eight children
  • One of her children, John, drowned in a boating accident
  • She worked in the Primary and Relief Society programs
  • She was part of the PTA
  • She had to work to support the family when her husband became ill
  • She is the most adorable, kindest, sweetest person you will ever meet
  • You always feel better when you are with her
  • She always has something nice to say about everyone and everything
  • After learning about her mother "Embell" she sounds just like her!
  • Their family was all about music and singing -- all the time!
  • She learned to smile through the hard times
  • In her older age she was crocheting bandages for a leprosy colony
  • She is always making or doing something for someone
  • She bakes with love and you can taste it!
Nan also says often, "The Hurrier I go, the behinder I get!"

I love and adore my Nan. Just thinking about her makes me smile and happy. Her face is the face of an angel.

Nan is an angel.
*Poor Nan just fell a few weeks ago and hit her head. We pray she will recover quickly.
We all love her so much!
Just look at her sweet face and smile lines. :-)

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Sara Emily Post Lindquist
1943-Present
Mother
"Sally"
OK, so I could write a whole story about my mother. I used to love her as my mother, but now I adore her as an angel, like Nan. My mother is my best friend (besides Charles, of course!). We can talk and talk for hours. (Just ask my dad!) ;-) wink! As I mature, I grow more and more amazed at all my mother is.

  • My mother is all about MUSIC
  • She has played the piano/organ for THOUSANDS of occasions
  • She played the organ in church for years, without it being her calling
  • She has put on huge youth productions, fabulous elaborate roadshows, plays, musicals, etc.
  • She can create an "atmosphere" in a home and you will NEVER want to leave!
  • Don't get me started on how gloriously she cooks/bakes
  • She has 5 children -- all married in the Temple
  • She is the epitome of "Grandma"
  • She has a special "sparkle" in her eye
  • She is also all about FAMILY (family and music are tied closely together!)
  • She would gather us around the piano for Sunday night singing time
  • When she tells a story it is way more exciting than the actual event that took place. If there was a whale in the ocean, then in my mother's eyes they were "breaching, doing ballet dancing, smiling and waving at us!" (If there were actually two whales then she saw 20. ;-) wink!)
  • My mother can just get the job done and done right
  • She is not afraid -- of anything
  • She has been the President of Relief Society, Young Women, Primary (all with young children)
  • She has a special way with the youth -- usually through music
  • She is master church choir director
  • Growing up the oldest of 6 brothers (1 sister) she has learned to be "tough"
  • She is on her second mission with my daddy right now. The faith of our fathers (and mothers) seems to grow stronger with each generation
  • She is very passionate in all she does
  • She just makes you feel better by being with you
  • She is beautiful
  • Like Embell, "The corners of her mouth seemed to be turned up in a permanent smile."
My Mother, My Friend

My family is full of angelic women and my mother is one of them.
She just keeps getting more and more beautiful.
I love this image.
It captures her perfectly.
Oh, Mother . . . how my heart bursts with joy when I think of you.
I will rise up and call you blessed, forever.

With Angels like these women walking behind me, how can I possibly fail them?
How can I not fulfill my potential?
As a woman. As a Mother.
“The errand of angels is given to women"
(Hymn, As sisters in Zion)
I have known such angelic women.
I can only hope to follow in their footprints of faith
and continue on creating my own footprints . . .
filling my place in the Circle of Life, and eternity.

Mothers are Angels.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Broken Heads, Broken Hearts

We had just stepped in the door after school/activity day/friend's house and little did I know we were about to head right back out the door . . . to the Urgent Care!
It was about the saddest thing ever -- for me. We walked into our home (which was unusually messy) and I was ready to start cleaning/getting ready for dinner.

William wanted to play outside and he said, "Mommy, I need a friend, will you be my friend?" (What a sweet question!) I answered, "Well, William, mommy needs to be a mommy right now, and clean up the house." Not two seconds later -- WHAM! William tripped out the back door, and landed with his head on concrete. I ran to him and I KNEW when I picked him up, it would not be good . . .
There was blood, EVERYWHERE! It was bleeding like crazy and William was rubbing it in his hair, and in his eye. I had two handfuls of blood and I reached for the phone to call Charles. (It was the first thing I could think to do!) I screamed for the kids to get me a barrette (to keep his hair out of the wound) and a wet towel -- they were also freaking-out. Lots of screaming.
Charles answered his phone and I had to speak over William's shrieking. He was able to make out the words, "Come home! It's William! Split head! Stitches! Doctor!" He headed straight home. (His office is 5 minutes away, it was the end of the day.) I found out later that I was on speaker phone and his business partner, Steve, was a witness to the shrieking-frenzy. (How embarrassing!)

When I said, "doctor" William stopped screaming and whimpered, "Mom, I'm OK, I'm OK." (He has seen Daniel get stitches, many times.) But to the doctor we HAD to go!

We rushed to the Urgent Care and because of the location and amount of skin -- he got super-glue instead of stitches! Thanks goodness! I don't think he would have been quite the soldier like Daniel. He is still so small.

He is doing fine now. But his eye was swollen shut this morning. Poor thing.

I have to say, he may have "broke his head" but he also broke my little heart with the timing of his sweet question and the result of me not stopping to "be his friend".

"Mommy, I need a friend, will you be my friend?"

His question will forever ring in my ears.

Sometimes the "motherly duties" like cleaning, cooking, etc., can wait. Sometimes . . . mommy just needs to be a friend.

The super-glue will hold his skin together and he should heal-up quite nicely -- If only there was super-glue for my heart! Ouch!

P.S. I was supposed to go help the youth learn a song for Mother's day last night, but we walked in the front-door of our home about 2 minutes before we needed to be at the church. It was almost 7 and the kids had not had dinner, they needed showers, and they needed to do their homework (not to mention, the house was still messy!) So, I handed the music to Charles and said, "Find someone else to do this. I am done. I need to be home." Charles was hesitantly-obedient. He was not sure what to do. I explained everything for him. The amazing thing is -- it worked out, without me. Someone else did it, and it will be just fine. Somedays, you just have had enough. (Especially after being covered in blood!) Somedays, you just need to slow down and BE HOME. I am learning to realize that the world will keep spinning if I can't do that extra-something -- but if I do that extra-something, I will keep spinning!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Troopers

My Children, My Jewels
I love my children. They are so good. Sure they are loud, silly, and often say things like, "poopy" and "bum" just to make each other giggle. But when it comes down to it, they are really, really good. And I am grateful.
They have been such troopers lately. We have had an unusual amount of activities going on . . . (I did not list daily home/school/work/exercise activity):

Last Week

Monday: Daniel's birthday party, Major tree Removal, Family Home Evening
Tuesday: William's birthday party, Daniel's interview with the Bishop, my interview with the Bishop.
Wednesday: Activity day with girls, Trek sewing activity night, Young Men activity.
Thursday: Trek family activity
Friday: MOVIE NIGHT (Never ask us to do something on Friday night -- it is reserved for family, fun, and movies!)
Saturday: Young Men's/Scouting loading/hauling/delivering wood, Daniel's baptism
Sunday: Singing at Marquis Care Center with Activity day girls, Regular (3 hour) Church, Ma and Pa Trek meeting (2 hours RIGHT after church, no dinner -- poor kids!)

Busy vs. Simple

Now this may not seem crazy to some (or most), but it seemed like a lot of extra things to me! I did not write the list so people can compare and contrast our "busyness". I am not concerned about how busy so-and-so is compared to me. I will admit it right now . . . I do NOT like being busy. I especially do not like being rushed. I am not validated by the amount of things on my "to do" list. Charles has enough "busy" for the both of us! I like to keep things calm, and peaceful on the home-front. I have always wanted that. When others around me sign-up for one more thing -- I don't. Simple. I like simple. I am a simple person.

As much as I love the simple life, I find it slipping away from me. As the kids grow, and as people seem to think I am capable of certain things -- it is near impossible to do, and there is NO GOING BACK!! Next week Scouting will be added to the "necessary" list. And next year Sammi will be involved in sports and music after school. (We have a deal that they can do any school sport/music things they would like -- with limits, of course.)

There is just going to be a lot of stuff to do, a lot of the time. And it is just going to have to be done. Often times -- done by me. And that is going to be fine. But I WILL be weeding out the non-essential items and chucking them to the curb. Not necessary = not happening!

Grateful

Despite this new found pace of life . . . what I wanted to point out is how very, very, grateful I am for my understanding children. They have been dragged to-and-fro and have spent MANY, MANY, hours playing in the church nursery. (With many more nursery-dates to come!) They have been super-troopers. I sure love them.

To me, family (and family time) is number one on my priority list.
If I do not get enough of it, I can get a little feisty.
Sometimes I have to fight for it -- but it is worth fighting for. ;-)

A NEW DAY requires A NEW WAY.

Insanity:
Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

I know what that means. I have experienced it, personally. And yes, you do start to feel crazy! If you are doing the same things over and over each day and not achieving the desired results --then maybe something needs to CHANGE!!!

Because things are just going to be different around here, we need to do things differently . . .

One thing we have decided to try is getting up earlier to spend time together before the day starts -- in a non-rushed way. This morning it was 5:30 (Ouch!), we went running and the kids were on their bikes. Daniel was crying at first (I threw-off his internal clock!), but as he pedaled he became happier and happier and was a ball of joy when he got home! It will not be that early everyday, but it is something we want to try, especially in the Summer. I spent 2 hours of my morning running and chatting with Charles and spending time with my children -- what could be better than that?

We are implementing other changes, as needed. ;-) It takes time to figure out what works the best!

Time

The kids are just growing too fast. And it seems like someone is making time go faster, daily. Sammi seems taller each day. Daniel is stronger. William is wittier. I am trying to keep up!

I miss those days . . . those days when it was just us, at home, snuggling, playing at parks, reading books, being silly. It was just us together -- NO RUSHING and no real deadlines. It was magical, looking back. I am so glad I was with them every moment. I am so grateful Charles has been willing to do what it takes for me to be with our sweet children. I would not trade that time -- for anything.


I am sure mothers with older children can catch the tone of my words and understand. Sometimes . . . I just want to go back to those days, those simple times. Those sweet days. Sometimes my heart longs to go back . . . but I can't. I just can't. And any new child brought to our family would be swooped-up in the action of the now. It will never be quite the same.

So, for you mothers of babies and young children . . . HOLD THEM CLOSE! Enjoy every precious moment. Snuggle their little checks and marvel at their faces. It goes too fast and you will wish these days back again . . . I promise, you will. Go snuggle those babies with love . . . one day they might just have to be troopers, too.

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