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Monday, Monday, can't trust that day ... I worked on gathering and pricing things for Flea.o.logy which happened yesterday. I had brought home lots of pastel colored plates from Treasures to take to the sale, but then decided having 18 pastel plates was something I should keep, especially after I ran across the pastel plaid tablecloths I used years ago for Dad's 50th birthday when we did Joseph and the technicolor dream coat. Between the pastel plates and the several church table size pastel table cloths, it seems perfect for any large spring party in the carriage house. So, to make room to store them, I hauled out a large set of flower rimmed dishes, I've used maybe twice in the 15 years I've owned them and boxed them up to take to Fleaology instead.
Dad worked on mowing after having trouble trying to mow still wet grass on Saturday. He ended up replacing parts on the lawn mower twice and was pretty frustrated. But in the end he got the lawn done.
Then he did some service which included buying dinner for a family in the ward who just had their 5th girl and getting some cash from the bank for them too. My contribution was writing out a card of congratulations to put the money in. He bought their dinner at KFC, and their dessert at Payson Market on the way home so it wouldn't melt. It was ice Cream Drumsticks. Yeah Dad!
For some reason, as happens with me, I read something that reminds me of something else, then I googled something, and ended up so far down the rabbit hole, I forget where I began. This particular maze lead to a quote about Philo, and how he took his Cane of the Martyrdom and plunged it into the site of the Springville Art Museum and declared it the site that would someday house a community art museum. He was evidently friends with John Hafen, and other early Utah artists, and would take their artwork around to display it in communities around the Utah Territory, the death masks of the prophet and Hyrum, that he owned, were also on display with the art. He even had artworks commissioned for his traveling show, but then, I already knew about all that. The cool thing was finding out about his Cane of the Martyrdom. (The picture is of Hannah Anne Dubois Dibble)
Then I found out about these canes, and the article pointed out that the rough made boxes that were used to transport Joseph and Hyrum's bodies after the martyrdom back to Nauvoo, had the blood of the martyrs soaked through the wood. There was an article that listed about 6 people who had these canes made to honor Jospeh and Hyrum, and Philo was one of them.
Brigham Young used his Cane of the Martyrdom to establish the site of the future temple in SLC, which likely influenced Philo in doing so as he worked towards his personal dream. All so dramatic, and definitely normal for their times, but oh so quaint when viewed from the vantage point afforded by a hundred and fifty odd years. That makes it fitting that to my knowledge, four of our ten children, or their spouses, have supported the Museum by attending the 100 Dollar Art show which happens the week after Thanksgiving each year.
On Tuesday we met with Becca and her family at the Utah State Developmental Center, in American Fork, LDS Chapel where Lori and Gary Summers are serving a service mission. The occasion was the funeral of Lori's Mom.
This is a picture of Lori, far left, with her four siblings.
I loved this huge painting in the chapel that shows how the center has helped many handicapped individuals from youth to old age. The yellow shirt indicates the same individual at varied stages of life.
Here's our Abby still at it, finishing up vol 6 of work and the Glory!!
She also plays chess in the school chess club ... I think she might just be a smarty pants like her Mom. Dad wanted me to mention that when we were there William beats him soundly. I guess it must be a quality club.
On Tuesday night we headed over to Nadine's for dinner and Halmark. She made us lovely Indian food, having grown up eating it. She had neighbors who were Indian and who shared their food and skills. It was delicious. I had read this boos, and thought it was fun to see the movie again. Kerri Russell plays the lead; she is the same actress that had the lead in Austenland.
At work on Wednesday, I put out more of Joyce's copper collection, and decided to mix it up with blue willow, since Blue and Orange are complimentary colors.
Penny's birthday was Wednesday as well, she is a whole decade old now.
Dad spent much of his day running Prayer Run fliers around to small businesses in town. Dad was put in charge of the Prayer Run by Mayor Bill Wright, then he did a shift at the temple for Jeff Cooper who is vacationing with Margaret in Australia where they got to meet up with their daughter and her family who live there.
The Interfaith Payson Prayer Run is this Saturday. There is a half Marathon,10 K, and 5 K. You can sign up at Baptist Church, that's on Mainstreet, it's the old church that was used in movie 'Baptists at our Barbeque'. It costs $10. Signups start at 6:00 A.M. and the races start at 6:30. Dad will be running in the 5K if you'd like l to join him.
I got up early on Thursday to meet a picker who was bringing me someone's library. A family hired him to clear out the storage unit of their deceased parents, and it included their personal library. He had a trailer big enough to hold a car, the floor of which was filled with cardboard boxes that completely covered the floor. Later in the day he brought it back with one third of the floor covered. I paid $150 for the books, and I think it will be a good deal in the end. Above you see the books that I culled to sell from 6 boxes. I choose to keep about a box full, and there were three boxes slated to go to fleaology, which happened yesterday to be sold for a buck each.
Here's a picture of me at work carrying a set of 6 large glasses .... maybe I could have been a waitress, or a bus boy, more likely.
I did some advertising shots of things I was taking to fleaology and put them on my insta and FB pages..
After work Dad and I hustled to get the books out of the van and into the carriage house, as we would have to load the van with merchandise for fleaology first thing on Friday morning.
There are about forty boxes still to go through, after the 6 I did at work on Thursday,
After unloading the books, I headed to Book Club where we discussed the book, 'Remarkably Bright Creatures' I am showing you the orange octopus here, on the cover, so you will appreciate the cute food display.
The cute octopus
Here's Ann and a couple of gals from her ward, and me.
Brittany said she just got online and found ideas to go with this book. How perfect is this?
here's the blue jello with fish ... she made sugar free and regular. How adorable is she?
This is Judy, KD, Heather and Brittany, our hostess
I later ran across this picture of my cousin Rye, the artist. He passed away about 10 years ago.
This is the storage unit my picker is working on.
Here it is now.
On Friday morning Dad and I ran over and set up as much as we could in 2 hours, then I headed to work at the Grove. While at work Jenn's Mom came in for a couple of hours, and since there's not really room for two workers, I took off for a couple of hours. I ran into Shane Nielson who used to live in our ward here, before the last redivision, which was fun, mainly because his dad is related to Uncle Blaine Dibble's wife, we are kind of family. (Uncle Blaine was in the ward there when we moved in 25 years ago.)
Back at the Grove this gal came in. Her name is Lizzie and she is the one who does Northern Dog rescue. She'd been in Treasures earlier in the week. Then when I told her about fleaology, she came to that too. here she is holding about 6 dog related items.
Right before closing this gal came in and made my day. She came up to the desk hold a pair of cowboy boots she wanted to buy and asked if we carried any socks ... well, mam, no we don't. It happened that she had rushed out of the house, somewhere an hour away, holding' her kids shoes in her hands, and buckled them all in. Then she realized somewhere along on the drive, that because she had her kids' shoes in her hands, she hadn't had her own shoes in her hands and was barefoot. Oops, She stopped to get some shoes, (How cute are these with her dress!) She said she is suffering from Pregnancy Brain! We both laughed and laughed, and she was so cute she let me take her picture to use in the blog. I love working with the public!! I think she looks like our Eleanor, don't you? Adorable!
Eva came to join me on Saturday morning, selling glasses to make money for her four months teaching English in the Dominican Republic next year. I cannot tell you how much I loved having her there. I almost felt like I should pay her for coming.
So cute!
Dad's dressed like that because he went to a wedding of one of our missionaries that morning. More about her later. He brought Eva and me some Cafe Rio .... it just gets better and better.
Carli Moss and her new husband from Serbia ... he just graduated from BYU. They got married in the Payson Temple. Karli is from Idaho, a neighbor to Brittany, in Eagle.
Here's my friend Keith with my friend Kimi and her grandson.
Heather and her Mom Julie, who I served with at Mosida came ...
This mom (in green) and her daughter were interested in this lantern that was in Julie's house in pieces. The girl loves all things Asian, and was soooo excited. They are checking to make sure that it has all its pieces. I took 5 bucks off the $20 dollar price tag, if she promised to send me a picture of it complete. That was so fun. The girl is the granddaughter of my friend Suzanne Jacob, from whom I bought a quilt rack and table, they bought a bookcase top and this lantern from me.
Here's the picture she sent me today. She adores it.
Here I am with Eva.
And her folks too.
Here is Nell with Mike Swenson and his sister who used to do fleaology with us back in the teens.
Larvern, me, Sherri's friend and Sherri.
This is Katie's daughter. She is such a curiously adorable kid.
And here is Katie's Mom, Sherri's peacock, or rather, one of these. They were singing us funny peacock songs all day.
Here is Sherri's she-shed.
A few shots I took around the sale to post on Social Media.
These are the lesser items from my baby dish collection. I think I sold five or six.
This cupboard top is the one Suzanne Jacob bought.
Some of Suzanne's cool items, the dresser in the back is Mormon Pine.
I bought this clock case to make another Nicho.
We went to Karli's reception in Provo after we got the van loaded up again. Here is Emily Larson, as was, also a favorite missionary, and her husband. She and Karli served together and have a lasting friendship.
Afterwards we noticed this place by where we were parking. We went in to see what they knew about the name. The manager said he had no idea where the name Mosida came from. I guess they buy their meat from the shop that does the butchering for the Mosida Ranch. The manager actually took notes about the three men who founded the project on the west side of Utah Lake back in 1909, Morrison, Simson and Davis, thus the Mo+Si+Da So fun and funny.
In other news, Titan got to speak in church today. He looks so serious
So, Dad, not surprisingly, was in the choir at Stake Conference today. I sat next to a lady who was sketching people around her ... I asked if she paints and sells paintings. She said yes, and I can't wait to get acquainted.
The Conference was amazing, with the Payson Temple President and Matron speaking. (She looks a lot like a slightly older Barb), I loved her talk. It was amazing. She spoke to my heart. She told how her oldest granddaughter was at her house on Christmas. She was 18 months and had gotten a doll from her grandparents. She loved the baby doll and carried it around all day. (I could totally picture Nenna and the baby doll she carried for years). Anyway, grandma went to the food storage room and got all the ingredients for dinner. Her little had followed her and started taking smaller items off a shelf close to the ground. He grandma said "what have you got there?" the little girl said, "Stuff!" and what is it for? The Little then said, "I don't know", Then as grandma headed back up to the kitchen, her Little followed. Then there was a Crisis. She saw her new doll on the bottom stair ... and started to whimper, not knowing how to solve her dilemma. Then Grandma set her own things down and unloaded the little girl's arms so she could pick up her doll, which is really what she wanted most. She just couldn't figure out how to get rid of the unimportant stuff, to reclaim what was really important. What an amazing parable.
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