Monday, December 31, 2018

Recap Too

Recalling the year 2013, I ended it with a recapitulation on December 30th:

The end is near! – (end of our calendar year, I mean.)  So I thought a quick recap of 2013 would encourage a reader to do his/her own summary of major events; no need to be complete or chronological ...
...

Our trip to Arizona [family] around the first of July ...[took] priority over the big Cannon Family annual reunion on the Fourth in Utah ...  
We were blessed with two new grandchildren, Eli and Weston, born in May and July; our beautiful daughters and their handsome babies are doing fine.  Our three sons are stalwarts, as are their sisters.  ...”


An End and a Beginning Too

On Monday, 31 December 2012, I posted “An End and a Beginning” to close the year and set the stage for a new one:

“...  Treats (and Kay) are calling me, while sparkling cider waits for the Square ball to drop.
As we end the wonderful old year of 2012, let us begin a simpler, new year, with a focus on family.  Make it happy!”


New Week's Resolutions Too

To state the obvious, Sunday started a new week, and tomorrow starts a new year.  Looking back at 2018, I have an overwhelming but limited view of life as we know it.  (Draw your own conclusion.)

Before the year ends, I want to look farther back at life with Kay.  As we begin a new week, consider this fast one I posted three years ago on Sunday, 12/27/2015:

New Week's Resolutions

Today is a new beginning – the start of a new week.  This Sabbath morning it occurred to me that I need some new week’s resolutions.  ...

"Do a good turn daily."
Edit, and love working.  [ I do!! ]
Enjoy healthy food five times a day.
Move like exercise twice; walk or longboard to the mailbox.
Recycle junk mail ...
Read ... the scriptures every day; (“Scripture Power!”)  [Our Kay loved teaching that Primary song; and she read daily.]
Watch a sunrise and a sunset; share with my sweetheart.
Talk to a neighbor, and listen to someone in need.
Drive safely without texting or expressing anger.  [Kay agreed!]
Make a New Year’s resolution ...
Enjoy family, and be happy; party!
[She planned and organized ...
with love.]

If I fail to keep my new week’s resolutions, there’s always next week – another new beginning.


helping the homeless unload in Michigan, 29 December 2017
– one of many families preparing for a new beginning
(Elder & Sister Cannon, experts at moving & storage)

Sunday, December 30, 2018

Farewell, 3.5-hour Block

As empty nesters, Kay and I lingered longer after Church, catching up with old (and young) friends, taking care of callings, scheduling the week, and doing our little share of cleaning up.  At “top speed”, this took half an hour.  We were usually among the last few to vacate the building.  Many are aware of the “three-hour block” of Sunday meetings.  For us, it was normally a “3.5-hour block”.  For many leaders, it was an “all-day block”, bless their hearts.

Without children to hurry home, Kay and I developed more patience with each other, taking turns being the lingerer.  Typically in Roseville, Michigan, we were equal in lingering longer — so it was through our final Sunday, 5 August 2018, without a formal farewell.  Sister Cannon favored the Relief Society room while Elder Cannon said farewells etc. in the foyer by the exit.  Friends waiting to ride with us were patient and understanding.  The monthly singles’ “home evening” linger-longer with food was a welcome bonus for us and other 45-and-older seniors.  It was as if time stood still — with love, who was watching the clock?

Now, about the “Farewell” part, Google defines it as an “exclamation used to express good wishes on parting. Synonym: cheers”; (many of us would punctuate that with an exclamation point!)  Who can recall the 1980 farewell to three separate meetings spread throughout Sunday, plus meetings on other days?  I believe that was a welcome change to the new “consolidated meeting schedule”, commonly referred to as the “three-hour block” ... when our children were very young.  Even without elaborate, protective car seats, our family life was simplified.  Three hours of Church — a stretch for little ones and aging ones, but a refreshing change nonetheless.

Although I still feel no reason to hurry home, I welcome the inspired schedule adjustment next Sunday.  Two hours followed by individual study will suit me.  Feelings of nostalgia will linger longer ... as I recall “the good old days” of our loving that “3.5-hour block” — my faithful companion and I, together with dear friends.

Tears ... and cheers, everyone!

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Tuesday Is Christmas!

After a blessed day of rest, what better day than Monday to tie up loose ends (I did two of four), mingle with dear friends, and celebrate Christmas Eve with quiet reflection on our Savior’s birth.  Completing the perfect trio, Christmas on Tuesday is ideal, I feel.

With love, I wish you all a memorable Christmas,
Tuesday with family and friends, near and far!


Postscript: Today, Thursday the 27th, I mailed to friends in Florida and Hawaii.  Yesterday I mailed to family in Arizona (very important for Christmas).  That leaves only one of the four “loose ends” to tie up.  At the end of the day, as they say, what counts is ... doing your best.  (Late last night, I was about to open my laptop and speed-write a long to-do list, but wisdom prevailed like, “That won’t help you go to sleep.”)
Although I run way behind her usual schedule, I suspect our Kay is nevertheless smiling, knowing how much I depended on her for such things.  I am comforted by that thought and our family’s patience with me.  (Tears of love.)  This is when I am most grateful for our tradition of celebrating all twelve days of Christmas until January 6th, Three Kings’ Day.
Cheers, everyone!

Sunday, December 23, 2018

A Birthday Remembered Too

This morning for a few family and friends, I copied the link to my post seven years ago.  Today is a birthday we remember every year.  In 2011, I wrote:

”Often lost in the last-minute hustle of Christmas shopping and parties, is the birthday of a modern-day prophet named Joseph Smith.  I quote from page 33 of the book by George Q. Cannon, published in 1888, titled The Life of Joseph Smith The Prophet:
‘The circumstances and surroundings of the elder Joseph were of the humblest, when unto his house was born, on the 23rd of December, 1805, Joseph, the Prophet of the Last Dispensation.’ “

Friday, December 21, 2018

The Long & Short of It

How many are in panic mode today with a long list of to-do’s and only three short days left for shopping (not counting the day of rest) ???  Not just buyers, but sellers; I feel compassion for owners and employees as well.

Early-morning puzzler: If a Monday holiday makes a “long weekend”, would Mon. & Tues. the 25th off work be “an extra-long weekend”?  Since Sunday is the first day of the week, I think that would be stretching the old phrase a bit.

When searching the meaning of my title, Google reminded me of ... (how did I forget it’s today!)
The winter solstice, as midwinter, is an astronomical phenomenon marking the day with the shortest period of daylight and the longest night of the year.”  — Wikipedia

As we’re out shopping during these long nights after work, let us remember why we celebrate this season.  “As for me and my house, we will” focus on the gift of our Savior Jesus Christ, as we celebrate His birth and God’s love for all.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

All I Want for ...

In my first Christmas post, I dropped some early hints for Santa on December 4, 2010:

“I better finalize the list now before being tempted by all the entertaining, creative marketing in full swing.
...
Fast food (for energy), compatible with my [laptop] PC 
(oatmeal raisin cookies, e.g.) 
(Remember the ... crackers.)”

[Now in 2018, I no longer need more of these:]
“Black socks
White pillow covers
...
New-release, non-fiction, paperback book (Surprise me!)”

What can I add?

Merry Christmas to all !!
With love

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Our Vacation Collection

While our powerhouse daughter is processing most of the family history retrieved from storage, I brought home a few boxes to sort and scan by myself.  In our nearly-empty unit today, I found a heavy collection of descriptive books, magazines, and maps of our favorite vacation places.  My sweetheart Kay and I had carefully acquired, taken home, and saved these throughout many moves during our marriage.

Kay was the organizer, who protected and cared for our family history, a big part of which is travel.  More than just a collection, it was an abundant resource she used in her assumed role as travel advisor for family and friends.  Some were amazed at the wealth of ideas and information she provided that helped them plan successful trips.  Of course, her detailed memories of fun family adventures were priceless — not what you find on the Internet — and motivated others to get out of their comfort zone.  Enthusiasm is contagious!

Naturally we had to keep the Sunset Travel Guide to Oregon (well worth the $3.57 cost), copyright 1976, a large-format paperback book including our favorite chapter, “Down the Oregon Coast” (been there, done that several times).  “Nature passed out scenery with a lavish hand in the Pacific Northwest.  ... Oregon has a dramatic 400-mile coastline varying from waveswept headlands to broad sandy beaches backed by lushly forested  mountains.”  — Introduction, page 5.
I will find time to read that book, so it’s a keeper.

Another must-save, smaller book is The Canadian Rockies — A Pictorial Guide to Banff, Jasper, Lake Louise, the Columbia Icefields and Waterton, copyright 1986.  It is a picture book full of phenomenal photography with identifying place names.  Which of our 23 grandchildren will appreciate and treasure that one as I pass it on next year?  (Our five children already have a sufficient supply of books.)

Some of our favorite destinations are in Arizona — evidently in another box with more recent material, including the Musical Instrument Museum in Pheonix and Grand Canyon National Park.  Kay especially liked Sedona, “surrounded by red-rock buttes” (and too much tourist traffic).

Digging deeper to get closer to home, I found “Hiking the Zion Narrows — Reference Map & Trip Planner”, including this major section: “Avoid a Flash Flood”.  That was an experience her siblings and we will never forget!  As with so many adventures in life, “your safety is your responsibility!”  Be prepared.

We could have written a book about our vacations in Georgia, New England, New York, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Missouri, South Dakota, Colorado, California, Alaska, and British Columbia — just to mention a few.  I imagine the final chapter: other places on Kay’s wish list.  In retrospect, our “cup runneth over” (more than enough for our needs), as Grandmother Cannon concluded.

Finally, for now, the “Crystal Hot Springs — Waterpark & Campground” brochure promotes “year-round family fun” in Honeyville, Utah.  It’s true — now our grandkids laugh about that family camp where they enjoyed swimming after the wind blew our tents down at night.  And I think there was rain with the wind; Kay would remember.  Love those hot springs ... and our smiling trip advisor!

near end of our road trip from Utah to the mission
– nice to know we were welcome, 28 August 2017

Sister Cannon "on vacation" at Lake Michigan
(28 Aug. rest stop before starting mission work)

our "truck", ready to hit the road, 11 August 2018
– fully loaded for return to Utah and family

Friday, December 7, 2018

Twelve Months of Miracles (Ch. 3)

On 30 October 2018, I posted chapter two of "... Miracles", promising another chapter, "to be continued" in Roseville, Michigan.

As our two-month assignment in the mission office ended, Sister Cannon and I were assigned by the mission president to the historic Roseville Ward (congregation), centered northeast of Detroit.  Throughout November, we commuted a long distance every day.  The first of December, we were blessed with relocation to live near the meetinghouse, which is centrally located in that large area of missionary service (ten cities).  Most members of our "Michigan Family", as we love to call them, live within the Roseville Ward boundaries.

The holiday season was especially sweet, presenting unlimited opportunities for service, helping people come closer to the Savior Jesus Christ.  The young missionaries and we seniors saw daily miracles!  That's what Christmas is about now, as it was then.

Let us all help "Light the World"!

(To be continued.)

Bishops' Storehouse and Home Storage Center
in Michigan, serving those in need
(a rare selfie of Elder Cannon)

three sister missionaries in Roseville, 6 January 2018
(a special day in the Cannon Family and for others)

Monday, December 3, 2018

Holiday Homonyms Too

With my laptop running, having emailed some missionaries on their preparation day, I thought of repeating this post (slightly simplified) from Tuesday, November 30, 2010:

We got over Cyber Monday --what a rush! -- [folks] shopped without going out in the cold or out on a limb (my credit cards were hidden away, fortunately.)  The offerings were incredibly generous; and I’m glad sales soared 19.4% over last year, to boost our economy.

This morning my second thought was of holiday homonyms.  Last week Kay and I happened to land on an educational TV channel conducting an English class all about homonyms.  Imagine the thrill of finding something worth watching, for a change!

homonym [noun]
"two words are homonyms if they are pronounced or spelled the same way but have different meanings"  – www.whitesmoke.com

Before I let you go find some better ones on your own, here are a few examples my MS spellchecker failed to catch, plus one that’s spelled correctly in context:

Christmas is hear! Bee of good cheer!

Their must have been some magic ...

... and a partridge in a pare tree.

Christmas present is here to stay.

May yore daze be merry and bright, ...
... with every Christmas card I right.

Wishing you happy holidays!  Have fun with family and friends!

lights on Temple Square, Salt Lake City, 2 December 2018


Michigander children with Santa at ward party 2017
photo by Sister Kay Cannon, who loves those little ones

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Life, a Continuum

When you wake up on your birthday, do you feel a year older ... or just one day older?  The latter with me.  The days of our lives (not to recall the endless soap opera following “triumphs and tragedies” in Salem) are a continuum, as I see them.  In reality, life goes on as a continuous sequence ... forever.

Of course, “on the other side ...”, moving forward (naturally not backward), what we mortals call days ... must be different.  It will be exciting and enlightening to experience that part of the eternal continuum with our Kay when we get there.

sunset at Cannon Beach and travel companion
– photo by Kay Cannon, 2 August 2012

pondering life and death of those who served –
Sister Cannon in Michigan, 21 December 2017

anticipating Michigan spring, 20 January 2018


Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Tuesday with Kay's Cannon Beach

We've been there, done that, and loved every minute of it!  Each time we visited Cannon Beach, my sweetheart Kay and I anticipated a new experience; and we were never disappointed.

Enjoying the scenery along the way to the Oregon Coast was always part of the pleasure.  If you fly to Portland, you miss out.  While driving along the Columbia River Gorge, we always stopped at Multnomah Falls and took a short hike -- spectacular!

Arriving at the town of Cannon Beach, we looked for a place to stay, usually not having a reservation.  "Good fortune smiled" on us every time.  Then we visited our favorite focal point:
"Haystack Rock is one of Oregon's most recognizable landmarks, home to colorful tide pools and diverse bird life.  It rises 235 feet from the edge of the shoreline.  At low tide, you can walk right up to it and find colorful sea stars and other fascinating tidepool creatures in its intertidal area.  ... [and it's] a great bird watching location year-round."  -- 2014 Cannon Beach Magazine

It was especially a great getaway for our Kay, who needed to unwind from teaching high school.  A spiritual as well as physical renewal she so deserved. In my mind, with forever-sweet memories, it will always be Kay's Cannon Beach.

photo from 2014 Cannon Beach Magazine

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Turkey en route to beach

Thanksgiving was different for Kay and me one year.  Denny's restaurant in Pendleton provided our turkey dinner on Thanksgiving Day, en route to Cannon Beach, Oregon.  The year was ... (need to look that up).  I was excited to find out they were serving second helpings at no charge, so it was effectively all I could eat and more than she wanted.  We missed family and Kay's yam-apple casserole.

That restaurant was not a traditional setting for the holiday, but the anticipation of reaching our destination made up the difference.

view of Cannon Beach (farthest away) from Ecola Park, Oregon

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Smart Gratitude Too

In a heavy old envelope I had labeled “SMART PHILOSOPHY” was his handwritten, monthly message for November 1988, teaching us and other friends to take the season seriously.  Filed with it was the two-page transcription of “Count Your Many Blessings One by One”.  Our pioneer neighbor, Rowland Smart, did not skimp on words like I usually do.  So I share excerpts to set the table for this Thanksgiving, leaving the rest to your imagination.
(Previously posted November 3, 2013.)

“Because it is November, we all think of Thanksgiving and look forward to that feast we hope to have …  We all feel gratitude to God for the bountiful year He has made possible for us, and give thanks for our health and for life in this beautiful world He created for us.”
“I can’t help thinking of a poor old raggedy man I once saw who lived up Price Canyon just out of Castle Gate [a mining ghost town in eastern Utah].  I was patrolling one of the Utah Power & Light high-voltage transmission lines.  This line went through a dense thicket of willow brush.  …  I heard a man talking.  I looked up and saw this old, sad, downtrodden man.  He was using an explosive powder box for a chair, and had made himself a crude table … between two cottonwood trees.  There he had some garbage he had gathered during the night at Helper, Utah.  He had it set on this table on an old tin plate with a sheet of newspaper for a table cloth.  …  He had a bushy grey beard hanging down nearly to the table.  Then I stopped as I realized he was praying and thanking his Father in Heaven for this food he was about to eat.  I waited till he had finished his prayer.  I went back up the trail, then started to whistle a tune as I came back around the path, so as not to startle him.  He had merry twinkling eyes that showed thankfulness and contentment.  …  He said, “I ain’t got much, Son, but you’re welcome to share it with me.”  I thanked him and sat chatting with him for quite a while. [Rowley was always good at that.]  I know he was well educated, for he used better English and better manners than most of us do.  He was just down on his luck, an old man with no one wanting him around.    I told him I must go, for I was to meet the man who would be waiting for me where the line crossed the road.  He put out his big hard-working hand of yester years to say goodbye.    in his struggle for one more day as a free man …  He smiled …”
“It was then as I walked along that lonely trail that I felt gratitude for what an easy life God had made possible for me to have.  I thought as I walked along this stony rough mountain path that life is like a trail.  Some places along this trail are smooth; others are rough and steep, and hard to climb.  …  I guess it is God’s way to test us.  He loves us all and we are His children, and I know He expects us to be good to one another …”
“Remember this Thanksgiving how blessed and lucky you are; and when you pray to God over the feast you’re going to eat, pause for a moment and think of the people in the world …”

Kay's photo of dear friends at community program
in historic Kaysville Tabernacle, 26 November 2016


Thursday, November 15, 2018

Time for Thanksgiving

One week from today we celebrate Thanksgiving with a family gathering, prayer, song, and ... oh, yes ... good cooking!  It's a holiday commercially recognized only with promotion of food, but spiritually honored with deep gratitude for blessings from God.

Looking back at past gatherings, I wish more pictures were immediately available to share.  Maybe some members will find theirs during the next seven days and enjoy reminiscing.  Family history!

May God bless us, dear friends and family, with a deepened sense of gratitude during the coming special days.

preview of Cannon Family Thanksgiving
gathering and feast next week
with a favorite: Kay's yam-apple casserole
(Notice in corner, she's watching over family.)

Kay's Thanksgiving decoration, 24 Nov 2011
on our historic dining table in Layton, Utah


our frontier neighbor's squash (a gift)
with twin amazement, 13 November 2011

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Change and Constancy

While feeling at a loss for words, I still have some thoughts to share.

Since spring of 2017, my sweetheart Kay and I have experienced a lot of change.  During the last few months, I have thought of the familiar phrase/title, "constancy amid change".  (As a better mix of words than my title, it yields good results on the Internet; and it really should be a serious search.)

These are a few of my favorite truths that provide the constancy I cherish:

We are all spirit children of a loving Heavenly Father, who knows us and cares for us.  He provided the great plan of happiness and a Savior for us all.
"As the Only Begotten Son of God in the flesh, Jesus Christ was able to perform the Atoning sacrifice, which required Him to endure more than a mortal person could, and thereby fulfill His role in the Father’s plan. In addition, because Jesus had power over death, He had the capacity to rise from the dead."  – lds.org/manual/...

I also know this to be true, and it helps me through times of change:

"Faith is a foundation building block of creation. I am confident that the Savior Jesus Christ uses faith in His capacity to act under the direction of Father in Heaven.  ...  Faith in the future is demonstrated by a couple sealed in the temple. They understand that by obedience to the teachings of Jesus Christ and the plan of happiness of our Father in Heaven, they can have a joyous life together. They recognize that when the challenges intended to be growth opportunities come, they will find ways, as prompted by the Holy Ghost, to overcome them in ways that are productive and character building."
– lds.org/general-conference/2010/10/...
The Transforming Power of Faith and Character
Richard G. Scott
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

With eternal love for Kay, our family, and friends, I share these few thoughts for all who may read.
There truly is constancy amid change.

sunrise over the Wasatch Range, Layton Utah
seen from the Great Salt Lake Shorelands Preserve

visiting the GSLSP with a view of Antelope Island
near our frontier home, 18 October 2015


Sunday, November 11, 2018

Smart Veteran Too

With gratitude for those who have served in our military and for others called to serve at home to support war efforts, I recall my writing on Veterans Day 2016.  The post honors our veterans and brings back memories of a patriotic neighbor who gave Kay and me advice for raising our five children:

My “Smart Philosophy Too” post on 24 September 2014, added more about a colorful character in our young family's life: Rowland Smart, our East Mill Creek pioneer “blogger.”  Veterans Day brings back fond memories of "Rowley" and other super heroes, both living and dead.  A short lunch break will do here.

“Rowley was nearly 90 years old, a WWII (Europe) and Korean War veteran, good Christian ... frequently shared his sage advice ... [and] personal experiences – true (we believed) stories from his amazing life.  I still have them in Grandfather’s file cabinet (my OCH)” – built strong like a tank.

Now in 2016, again I found in that WWII-standard cabinet the interesting message Rowley wrote and shared with neighbors on 29 October 1991, from which I posted excerpts 28 May 2012, titled: 
"Camp Davis North Carolina"
“During the fall and winter of 1943-44 when I was assigned in the 247th Radar and Searchlight Battalion, our outfit was Camp Davis North Carolina.  This camp was an anti-aircraft training center for training officers for the U.S. Army.  It was known then as Officers Candidate School.  That is why they called these officers O.C.S.  They were nicknamed “90-Day Wonders” because the training was for 90 days and if they passed the training, they became 2nd Lieutenant.  I can say one thing: it was real tough and hard doing 90 days of training, both mentally and physically.  They really earned their gold bars as 2nd Lueys, I used to say to myself.  …  I was the communications Sargent [sergeant] in our outfit.  I saw to it that they never made any mistakes that were assigned to Comm. Officers.  …  When we left Camp Davis, we went to Camp Stewart Georgia, and then to Camp Gordon for advanced infantry training, and from there to Germany to combat as foot soldiers.  That was the end of my anti-aircraft life and training.  …”

I thank Rowland Smart and all veterans for their remarkable, courageous service to our country.  May God bless them and the United States of America!
For freedom!

a year ago with Sister Cannon at Meadow Brook
Michigan, 10 November 2017


military memorial at Antelope Island State Park
near our former frontier home in Utah

Friday, November 9, 2018

Poem: Yellow


Yellow,
like a butterfly,
flitting through my memory,
lighting here and there:

"It's the happy color!"
Mother often said,
And it was...

chubby taxi cabs,
butter melting on pancakes,
Big Rock Candy Mountain's
Lemonade Springs,
bumblebees in the backyard,
fall leaves clinging to snow-covered branches,

... [to be continued] …

yummy, yellow pound cake,
and yellow roses – the symbol of
great miracles
wrought by love.

Yellow – Yes, Mother,
It's the happy color!

Like a butterfly
fluttering up
into a sky of
azure blue.

                                              – Kay Cannon


framed for Kay by a loving teacher friend


Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Prime Pictures

Not much to say today without getting too personal.  Plenty of pics to share.

It truly is a wonderful life; thank God, and cherish
your life!

We love you!!

Sweetheart Kay, loving the water at sundown
San Juan Islands, 5 April 2010
trip to Vancouver temple open house

sisters returning to British Columbia
(former Alaskan-Canadian Mission)

recalling high school daze in Vancouver
– Kay with Louise, 7 April 2010

revisiting historic mission home, Vancouver BC

joyful Kay at 2010 open house
Vancouver British Columbia Temple
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Tuesday with Kay on My Mind

A sweet moment in time, that Saturday morning, is family history to treasure with loving care.

Did I think this night, a month later, would be like any other, sleeping naturally till sunrise?  It’s rare for this old man, but I woke up in time to remember our Kay ...  
(So many loved ones have remembered since our return to Utah; as a family, we thank you!)

My phone Notes safekeep a journal of sweet and difficult moments in time.  Not tedious with Kay on my mind.  After one month in our “dream cottage”, Saturday about 2am, I noted with care: “slower, easier breathing.”  To be at peace, finally, must be a blessing.  At 2:22, “one last breath … Gratefully, she is released from suffering, and is now in her Heavenly Father’s care. I asked Katie, our oldest daughter kneeling on the bed …” (already in the attitude of prayer).  “She was led by the Spirit, and we were comforted – a time of indescribable love we will always cherish as a family. Our five children … shed tears of sadness and joy.”

Alone in our room, but not so, I was blessed with “two hours” of comfort by the Spirit and love I felt for Kay, my eternal companion. Naturally, tears flowed.  The world seemed motionless, as if in honor of that sacred time.  Grateful for the love of our Savior Jesus Christ, I knew our marriage was on a firm foundation ... forever.

A tender mercy – it seemed fitting in a way – to have those silent, dark hours before the dawning of a new day.  The contrast, in order, is symbolic.

"I feel my Savior's love. In all the world around me. His Spirit warms my soul."  – lds.org/...childrens-songbook...
Our family loves that favorite song Kay taught in Primary.
Dearest Children, she is near you!

Again, and forever, with love

in Grandma's hands – twin love
with another favorite song – for fun


Saturday, November 3, 2018

Journal Excerpt Too

Monday, 6 August 2018, Sister Cannon wrote in her weekly calendar journal (in small spaces for brief notes):
"... doing laundry & dishes, mind racing with all we need to do & all we'll probably never get to do. I have frank talk with Ned – don't want long drawn-out treatments – I cry a little – blessed to see all children marry & see all Grandchildren. (Adeline sang ‘I Am a Child of God’ perfectly on phone last night! ...)"

Tuesday, 7 August, she wrote after being "emotionally exhausted" the night before:
"Talked to ... [three 8-year-old grandchildren] & Angie & Katie – got details of baptisms!  ... [Attending in Arizona last Saturday: five little non-member friends she had invited!] Ned & I doing our best to keep subject on them."

(Wednesday through Friday — another story!)

Saturday evening, 11 August, we finished packing up and cleaning our condominium.  Now homeless, we left Roseville for Utah.  On the road, though stressed-out and exhausted, Sister Cannon started feeling better.

Sunday, 12 August, she noted: "Slept in; went to Church at 1pm, Holt Ward in Holt MI – met Knightons – stayed for sacrament & 2 talks on gratitude & faith.  Back to journey."
[The end of her writing in the 2018 calendar book.]

I think Kay just prompted me to recall tonight's time change I had forgotten, and she now sees clearly – how we gain an hour when falling back.
Our Kay has not forgotten us.
Forever missionaries, we are ... with love.

looking back, 2pm Monday at Anchor Bay MI,
her water pic on our 47th anniversary

Sister Cannon's pic, loving the Roseville elders
– faithful servants of the Lord

her quick pic at the ward mission leader's,
thinking the elders like cake when meeting

Thursday, November 1, 2018

Idioms / Expressions

The next time you misunderstand a phrase someone uses, it might be an idiom.  In Michigan, I would ask directions (uncommon for a male) and sometimes point in the direction of the destination to summarize with the phrase, "as the crow flies".  This helped build the map in my mind to avoid blind dependence on GPS, especially on the freeways of Detroit.  But the crow phrase was unfamiliar to Sister Cannon, so she doubted anyone else would understand this old man.  (For her, I had to say, "as the helicopter flies" to be clear.  We just laughed.)  Back in my day (before young Kay's day), most people understood how a crow flies, thus the phrase ... "an idiom for the most direct path between two points."  – Wikipedia
Whether I continue using the crow ... is still "up in the air" (another common idiom).

Have you ever "killed two birds with one stone?"  Kay and I did once when the kids couldn't sleep at night, and we wanted to watch an old classic movie.  Having them watch with us ... put them to sleep.  "Piece of cake!"

"Expressions are used to convey a message the way the speaker wants it to be understood. [Idioms cannot be defined literally.] An expression is easier to understand when compared to an idiom that you're not familiar with."
– differencebetween.net

So, cautions the expert, make sure your words are properly understood.  "If not, then it might cause confusion ..."  Seriously!

going with the flow at 80 mph,
recalling direction of destination

familiar freeway landmark on the map in my mind

Georgia girl visiting Grandma in Michigan
– birthday time like "heaven on earth"

meanwhile, "back at the ranch",
grandsons in the far West showing
the opposite of "... crow flies"

The Savior Jesus Christ shows the way
to our desired destination – home
to live with Heavenly Father.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Twelve Months of Miracles (Ch. 2)

On 15 August 2018, I posted chapter one of "... Miracles", promising another chapter, "to be continued in sweet Roseville, Michigan."

On Halloween Day 2017, I wrote about our mission and Interstate 696 (I-696), an east–west freeway full of tunnels and channels of concrete.  I posted with the title:
“Six Hundred Ninety-six”.

On this scary Halloween night [2017], with winter approaching, I think of driving [I-696] in heavy traffic back and forth between our apartment and Roseville, MI.  I believe most Michiganders have mutually agreed to drive in concert like a close congregation.  Snuggling up makes sense if you want to fit more cars on the road so more people arrive at destinations sooner.  Some skillful drivers seem overeager to join loved ones on the other side.  It's downright scary to us seniors!

There are approximately 696 members in our amazing Roseville Ward (congregation), many of whom need our encouragement and help to attend Church.  Could there be a correlation?

On the way home last Sunday [29 Oct 2017], after visiting five member families, we discovered life above and beyond the concrete corridor.  It was slow and refreshing as we drove west on tree-lined surface streets.  In life, it's good to enjoy the scenery along the way, so to speak.


31 October 2018, 7am I added this historical note:
Through diligent searching with the help of a local realtor, we found and leased a condominium that fit our needs.  After having our pink bedroom and pink office painted white, the young elders moved the mission furniture in.  We loved the ground-level home, friendly neighbors, quiet neighborhood, and central location — two minutes from our Roseville Ward meetinghouse.  Compared to commuting on I-696, it was heaven to us — a miracle!

Surviving while serving ... loving and feeling loved  — tender mercies from the Lord.
Life goes on ... forever.  (To be continued.)

Sister Cannon, lovin' it by the water, 16 Nov 2017
in St. Clair Shores MI, near our Roseville home
(in a cold, humid climate, "that is a miracle, too.")

to remember how pretty (and cold) last winter was
at our Roseville home, Christmas Day 2017