Reflections on my Childhood

These are pictures of an old building in American Fork that looks practically exactly like the Raymond Elementary School that I attended when I was a child. It was three stories tall and red brick, and was torn down years ago, but I saw this and wanted to share with all of you.

In the school in Raymond, there was a big attic that my mom used to teach music in. We would have to march up the stairs to the music room for our singing class. The roof on this building doesn't seem to be pitched as high, so I don't know if it has an attic, but the windows and the front entrance, and general size, shape, and construction are very similar.

Life at Mom and Dad's house

I moved in with Mom and Dad. It was a good move, will save me money, and the frusutration of living with filthy roommates. It won't be for a terribly long time I don't think. But I DO think my being the resident tech support is my room and board fee.

Mom and Dad asked me to put these pictures on the blog. Today, the embarked on the Springtime adventure that is "Square-Foot Gardening". I know it's something that has attracted the two oldest offspring of this clan. Now it's claimed Mom and Dad. My guess is it will continue outward (from the space it started at Becky and Steve) down the line to Nancy and eventually to Angela and even me.

Here is the proof. Dad even got a sunburn from being outside so long working on it.

Also, right about the time they finished, Dad wanted to get a picture of Mt. Timpanogos. It's a pretty sight, almost any time of year, but especially so when the seasons are changing, and there is a contrast of green growth and white white snowcaps.

He insists the sky was even bluer just a minute before we could get the camera. I think it turned out pretty well even with the lost minute.

Hidden Treasure

So I am cleaning out a closet full of old college papers.  And I am thinking, "man, I hate de-junking."  Some people like it and they feel good.  Not me--it hurts.  (In fact, I stopped mid-closet to vent on my blog, here).  And immediately after I left the computer back to the closet to resume digging, sorting, deciding and de-junking I came across this:

I was about to toss a stack of completely unrelated old college pamphlets from the late 1990's and turned it over as it was going into the can.  This was on the bottom.  It is dated Sunday, September 8th, 1963.

(Don't worry; I put it in the save pile!)

I don't know why but I started balling when I saw it. 
I think this guy turned out to be a pretty decent missionary, wouldn't you say?
Have any of you seen this before and does dad have a copy on display?  He should keep on his his office at the MTC.