Sunday, October 24, 2010

More Nauvoo

Well I just can't seem to fit everything into one blog but then again Nauvoo is so wonderful that it should get it's own post or two.  After the temple session we changed our clothes and went down in the "flats" (another term I learned.)  We visited the Visitors Center and picked up our tickets for the play the Senior Missionaries do (really you should see it!), the horse and buggy ride and the Wagon ride. 





In the Visitors Center
He lives!! 


My Prophet, Priest and Kind

He lives! 

My Savior still the same!  HE LIVES!!

"So it was with me. I had actually seen a light, and in the midst of that light I saw two Personages, and they did in reality speak to me; and though I was hated and persecuted for saying that I had seen a vision, yet it was true; and while they were persecuting me, reviling me, and speaking all manner of evil against me falsely for so saying, I was led to say in my heart: Why persecute me for telling the truth? I have actually seen a vision; and who am I that I can withstand God, or why does the world think to make me deny what I have actually seen? For I had seen a vision; I knew it, and I knew that God knew it, and I could not deny it, neither dared I do it; at least I knew that by so doing I would offend God, and come under condemnation."  Joseph Smith Jr. 

Alyse and Rocky and Dan.  Getting ready to pull us along to new understand and knowledge



This is the hill that when life got heavy for Joseph he would ride his horse up to this hill and look out over the Mississippi.  The photo below is what he would look out on.  Below is where those coming into town via riverboat would land.  He would go down and meet those who were getting off.   There is a sense of peace on this hill.


The Road of Tears or renamed the Road of Hope.  This is the road that saints took as they left Nauvoo for the last time.  If you look hard you can see the temple in the distance.  Oh my how their hearts must have burst with sorrow.


This is one of the original tunnels built by the pioneers that helped drain the water from the land.  


I was told this is where Joseph took Emma and gave her a kiss.


 I have some ancestors who lived in Nauvoo.  The Washburn's were their name.  Before the family left Nauvoo two if their children died.  One 6 month and one 2 years old.  This headstone is where these two babies were buried.  My brother found them and has since dubbed them "The Kids."  He asked me if we had been to see the Kids yet and I told him no.  He drove us up here and we walked to the cemetery where I am sure a family whose hearts were filled with sorrow laid their babes to rest and knew they would never be back.  I am sure that  the Washburn's never imagined their posterity would come to the graves of their children and lay flowers!

Nauvoo Temple


Sunday Alyse and I spent some time at the temple walking around taking pictures of the temple and talking to some missionary couples.  It was great to be back in Nauvoo.  Alyse and I found out that the temple was open on Monday.  What a treat!  We were thrilled when we found that out.  We also found there was only 2 sessions.  9:00 and 11:00.  Our goal was to hit the 9:00 session and we did!  We were told to get over to the Visitors Center as early as possible to get tickets for the play and rides.  We found out after getting up early and going that they didn't open until 9:00 so we drive up to the temple.  I love to be in the temple with my children.  It is truly a peek into heaven.  As we drove into Nauvoo and saw the temple it brought me back to those ancestors/saints who worked so hard to make Nauvoo and the temple such a wonderful place. 





So one of the things I learned that I did not know is that each of the Sunstones were carved by a different stonemasons.  While they generally all have the same look they are a bit different in subtle ways.   Many people have asked if there is a meaning to the sun, moon and stars on some of the temples.  I have always been told they represent Celestial glories...
1 Corinthians 15:41
There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.


A replication of the earlier Sunstones












I walked all round the temple looking at the different symbols.  I came across this interesting article.  While I don't know it if it's true it rings with some familiarity.  (https://www.sunstonemagazine.com/pdf/123-26-27.pdf)

The temple mainly depicted symbols of heaven, signifying God’s divine presence in our midst. The importance of the sun, moon, and star in Mormon theology is seen in the placement and design of the sunstone, moonstone, and starstone. The sun and moon are linked together as implied pillars of the temple, while the stars reside above on a frieze around the entablature or in rows on the tower, like narrow strips of night sky.
Joseph equated the sun, moon, and stars to the three degrees of heavenly glory. Yet he also equated sun and moon to the masculine and feminine. “General Law asked why the sun was called by a masculine name and the moon by a feminine one. I replied that the root of masculine is stronger, and of the feminine weaker. The sun is a governing planet to certain planets, while the moon borrows her light from the sun.”

The sunstone had an animated face brooding over clouds or waves, uniting fire and water. The prominence and elaborate nature of the sunstone makes the moonstone pale by comparison, like a silent partner. Yet
the moonstone provided a foundational base.

The moonstone was simple and serene because a pedestal is usually plain. The placement of a crescent moon onto the temple pedestal was an inventive use of space; it fit into place by laying flat, horizontal or prone, face down. The moon’s face is only a faint outline with smiling lips, nose, and eye. Yet elsewhere (such as the skylight of the celestial room) the moon is depicted in all its phases, signifying completion.

The star is inanimate and appears in various ways: as a three-dimensional starstone, a carved relief, and a stained-glass pentagram. This symbol of the “morning star” points down to the sun. The five-pointed star and
the pentagram, either inverted or upright, were common architectural decorations in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, as well as symbols of truth, freedom, or power."





Monday, October 18, 2010

City Beautiful- Nauvoo Flowers

I will blog about Nauvoo alone and the amazing things we saw.  It would be too hard  to do otherwise and I would leave out something wonderful.  Alyse and I spent part of Sunday/ Monday and part of Tuesday there.  What a great time we had!  I learned things I never knew about.  I saw things I haven't ever seen.  I loved Nauvoo like I have never loved before. Nauvoo was surrounded by amazing flowers everywhere.  Here is just a small sampling of what we saw.  
I fell in love with these flowers.  Pink and white angel trumpet flowers
This was along the Temple gate. 

This speaks for itself!


Whenever I see these flowers I am taken back home to when my mom had them in pink, red and white!! 


White angel trumpet flowers


Doesn't it just seem perfect to have white angel trumpet flowers in Nauvoo? 


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Road trip with Alyse

 

So onto some more of our road trip. We had hoped we would get a break in the weather and start to experience some lower temps. But that didn't happen too quickly. But none the less we enjoyed the parts of the world we had seen and were yet to see. We left Paducha Kentucky on Sunday and were driving into Nauvoo that day. It was going to be a pretty easy drive. As we drove towards St. Louis the scenery changed and we were driving now with rock walls on both sides of the highway. The interesting thing about these rock walls were the pine trees that were growing out of the rocks. Well probably the cracks but it was interesting to see non the less. I tried to get Alyse to take a picture but they were gone before we could snap one or two. But I liked them. We drove through St. Louis and I never got a good picture of the Arch.  
 




The kids and I went there a few years back and Alyse said she was okay not seeing it again. The traffic was horrible and we saw 4 or 5 major accidents with in a 10 mins period. Needless to say I was happy to get out of St. Louis. But I will say St. Louis has come very pretty rod iron work that frames the bridges. I know weird. Now most people would take off and head north but we go a little more west into Missouri and drive up along side the state line up to Nauvoo. It is beautiful to look at. It was about this time that I decided that I have a infatuation with barns.  I found myself wanting to stop and take pictures.  But alas I didn't.  But there are some way cool barns between Tallahassee and Iowa!  I would love to have an old barn on our property but I don't think we would get a permit for one.  :-(  


So on we drove.  Since we took that back way it would lead us into Hannibal.  Now we all know Hannibal is famous for Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher and of course Mark Twain.   

 And of course the mighty Mississippi River.

Our next stop is Nauvoo Ill.  
   


 

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Vacation and Fun

Alyse and I ventured out for a weeks worth of play and headed towards Nauvoo and Iowa. Nauvoo for obvious reasons and Iowa to see Bruce and Midge. We had such a good time. We left Friday the 17th and headed up to Atlanta. Atlanta isn't that far of a drive but we didn't leave until almost noon. After a short stop to the grocery store to stock up on things to eat we were off.

One of Mike's favorite places to visit is Stripling's for their homemade beef jerky. I purchased 2 bags for him. They rode in the back seat our whole trip. We then made a beeline to Atlanta. We just so happen to find the need to stop at the outlet mall just a few miles from our hotel.  We had to check out those stores.  We found some great bargains and left happy campers.   But we had a two other things on our list to do list. Check out the temple (it's under construction but Alyse hadn't ever seen it before)and go to the Underground. Well the last proved to be a bad idea. We spent less then 15 mins there after we determined this wasn't for us. We first drove to the temple and this use to be our temple district before the Orlando temple was built.   We were able to snap some cool pictures of the temple.  The sun was just right.  This was surely a sign of great things to come.


We went back to the hotel room and prepared for the next day's drive that would take us to Paducah Kentucky.

The Olympic Torch
Downtown Atlanta

 While still in Georgia we came across another outlet mall  Just had to stop to see what great finds they had.  We found birthday gifts for two people in our family.   We also saw some amazing scenery while driving. 

Tennessee soon welcomed us.  We stopped in Chattanooga on our way to Paducah.  We stopped by Ruby Falls and Lookout Mountain.  The leaves were turning the brilliant yellows, reds and oranges.

 Chattanooga from Lookout Mountain
After spending time on Lookout Mountain we left wonderful Chattanooga and headed on to Paducah Kentucky.  2 days into our trip and seeing amazing things!  Stay tuned for more adventures!


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Time marches on!

So it has been a few months since I posted on my blog.
Kristen got engaged and is now married. Michelle received a new kidney and has been having a few issues but things are looking up. Robby and Brittany have come and gone home and are now on a cruise. Alyse's life is about ready to take off in a direction she never imagined. She has even experienced kidney stones as well. Mike is still going out to Ca. My sister Kathy officially went into remission from the cancer that has plagued her for over 3 or 4 years. I don't have a job anymore but is that really a bad thing? I couldn't have worked and done a wedding in 9 weeks. I have a job offer that should start in about 4 weeks. I have 2 applications still out so we shall see. Trent moved in with us and soon brought his cute little family with him. We were also blessed to have Marcia, Max and Cynthia come out for the wedding as well as Mike's mom. I learned that my parents house is being sold for the 2nd time and someone has completely over hall it! It doesn't look anything like it did when we left it. Who does that? Okay I know lots of people do!

So things have been a little crazy but it's all good stuff. I have learned a ton! I always known how many wonderful friends and family members we have but their love and help have put many !!!! at the end. I couldn't have done any of this without them. After the wedding I was very very tired! Mike and I took the opportunity to sneak away for the night to visit the coast at a bed and breakfast. We got off later then we had hoped so we missed the sunset on the beach. But it just mattered that we were together. We were sound asleep when the phone in the home rang about 1:30 am to which I said please don't let that be for us. It was! Alyse was having a kidney stone attack. But we were told to wait and not come home and they would see how things were going and keep us posted. So Mike would set his phone alarm and call ever hour or two. Kathy, Devin, Kristen and Lance took care of Alyse. We were determined to get some oysters so off to Panama City we went and we had a great time. The oysters were amazing as was the company. I love spending time with my one true love. I told Mike when I woke up that Saturday I'm not sure if I am tired or exhausted!

I did have a struggle when Kathy called me and told me Mom and Dad's house was up for sale. She went over and took some pictures. The house has changed and it made my heart so sad. Kind of like my home base was now gone as well as my parents. Even though they have been gone for years. Kathy told me she would go to the open house and feel the walls and take pictures for me but I am sure it just wont be the same. The house that built me has changed. I would still like to go visit at least one more time to the house at 16143 Camino Del Sol.

So here I sit today feeling so much better but still thinking about the old homestead. But all in all I am finally rested up and my legs have recovered from the standing and walking of the wedding and the drives all over Florida and Alabama. And I always realize that life keeps going on and that is a good thing.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Beauty and the Beast

(This classic Dave Barry column was originally published on Feb. 1, 1998.)

If you're a man, at some point a woman will ask you how she looks.

''How do I look?'' she'll ask.

You must be careful how you answer this question. The best technique is to form an honest yet sensitive opinion, then collapse on the floor with some kind of fatal seizure. Trust me, this is the easiest way out. Because you will never come up with the right answer.

The problem is that women generally do not think of their looks in the same way that men do. Most men form an opinion of how they look in seventh grade, and they stick to it for the rest of their lives. Some men form the opinion that they are irresistible stud muffins, and they do not change this opinion even when their faces sag and their noses bloat to the size of eggplants and their eyebrows grow together to form what appears to be a giant forehead-dwelling tropical caterpillar.

Most men, I believe, think of themselves as average-looking. Men will think this even if their faces cause heart failure in cattle at a range of 300 yards. Being average does not bother them; average is fine, for men. This is why men never ask anybody how they look. Their primary form of beauty care is to shave themselves, which is essentially the same form of beauty care that they give to their lawns.

If, at the end of his four-minute daily beauty regimen, a man has managed to wipe most of the shaving cream out of his hair and is not bleeding too badly, he feels that he has done all he can, so he stops thinking about his appearance and devotes his mind to more critical issues, such as the Super Bowl.

Women do not look at themselves this way. If I had to express, in three words, what I believe most women think about their appearance, those words would be: ''not good enough.'' No matter how attractive a woman may appear to be to others, when she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks: woof.

She thinks that at any moment a municipal animal-control officer is going to throw a net over her and haul her off to the shelter.

Why do women have such low self-esteem? There are many complex psychological and societal reasons, by which I mean Barbie. Girls grow up playing with a doll proportioned such that, if it were a human, it would be seven feet tall and weigh 81 pounds, of which 53 pounds would be bosoms.

This is a difficult appearance standard to live up to, especially when you contrast it with the standard set for little boys by their dolls ... excuse me, by their action figures. Most of the action figures that my son played with when he was little were hideous-looking. For example, he was very fond of an action figure (part of the He-Man series) called ''Buzz-Off,'' who was part human, part flying insect. Buzz-Off was not a looker. But he was extremely self-confident. You could not imagine Buzz-Off saying to the other action figures: ``Do you think these wings make my hips look big?''

But women grow up thinking they need to look like Barbie, which for most women is impossible, although there is a multibillion-dollar beauty industry devoted to convincing women that they must try. I once saw an Oprah show wherein supermodel Cindy Crawford dispensed makeup tips to the studio audience. Cindy had all these middle-aged women applying beauty products to their faces; she stressed how important it was to apply them in a certain way, using the tips of their fingers. All the woman dutifully did this, even though it was obvious to any sane observer that, no matter how carefully they applied these products, they would never look remotely like Cindy Crawford, who is some kind of genetic mutation.

I'm not saying that men are superior. I'm just saying that you're not going to get a group of middle-aged men to sit in a room and apply cosmetics to themselves under the instruction of Brad Pitt, in hopes of looking more like him. Men would realize that this task was pointless and demeaning. They would find some way to bolster their self-esteem that did not require looking like Brad Pitt. They would say to Brad: ``Oh YEAH? Well what do you know about LAWN CARE, pretty boy?''

Of course, many women will argue that the reason they become obsessed with trying to look like Cindy Crawford is that men, being as shallow as a drop of spit, WANT women to look that way. To which I have two responses:

1. Hey, just because WE'RE idiots, that doesn't mean YOU have to be; and

2. Men don't even notice 97 percent of the beauty efforts you make anyway. Take fingernails. The average woman spends 5,000 hours per year worrying about her fingernails; I have never once, in more than 40 years of listening to men talk about women, heard a man say, ''She has a nice set of fingernails!'' Many men would not notice if a woman had upward of four hands.

Anyway, to get back to my original point: If you're a man, and a woman asks you how she looks, you're in big trouble. Obviously, you can't say she looks bad. But you also can't say that she looks great, because she'll think you're lying, because she has spent countless hours, with the help of the multibillion-dollar beauty industry, obsessing about the differences between herself and Cindy Crawford. Also, she suspects that you're not qualified to judge anybody's appearance. This is because you have shaving cream in your hair.