Our week started with a trip I didn't take. Several dealers from the grove headed back east to go to Brimfield, the most famous flea market in the US. When I heard the costs of flights, renting a car, sharing a moving van to contain the finds, and an Airbnb to boot, I knew there was no way I could make money on the trip. Boohoo. Though ...
I admit I considered doing it just as a vacation thing, doing what I love.
On Tuesday I thought that I had to work and went into Treasures. Nope, its next Tuesday, and the next, so I tidied my booths then headed to Orem to check out Farmhouse Peddler, where I have not shopped for months. I found the two top pictures shown hung later in the week. The top is a textured print. The middle is a tiny painting of a woman by a window. The bottom one is also an original painting that I already had.
I worked on Wednesday and Thursday at Treasures and met this man and his wife who live 5 miles from the halfway point on the Appalachian Trail, where Kai ate a half a gallon of ice-cream to celebrate. How fun is that?
I showed off this picture of my hiker.
On Tuesday Robin had a blast from the past, because she saw this movie repeatedly as a child. Her Dad loved it, and she thought it had too much dancing. The movie had Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers, and I, without having seen it, said, "how can it have too much dancing", but after seeing it, I totally understood.
Dad worked at the temple on Thursday and saw a former missionary companion's widow, a former couple from our ward, our former Mailman and his wife, and Jill Wilson, who was chopped off our ward a year and a half ago. So, he had several blasts from the past.
At the Grove on Friday, I had a blast from the not-so-distant past when the gal to the left came in, after I had met her on Wednesday also buying ironstone at Treasures. Then the guy is a former coke salesman who used to call on Macey's, and the lady with me, is a good customer at the Grove who is also named Paula. (Her father was Paul)
Funerals are always the biggest blast from the past. Marie Judd, shown in life with her husband George, was one of the core personalities in the Butler 8th Ward when we moved in back in 1977. She always served in leadership, and was on every committee, a dependable, capable and talented woman. The cookie jar is one that she made for her own mother, then inherited. 3 different grandchildren broke it, at different times. She never lost her cool, she just glued it back together. George passed away 15 months ago.
In fact we all decided that funerals are like time machines and remember that Dad always puts the FUN in FUNerals.
Old ward members in the group are Kay Cox, Petra and Lee Gray, Marshall Brough and Dad. We had chats with them all and more. We sat with the Poulsons and Dad had a great time visiting with Dan for ten minutes before the meeting.
After the funeral we went to see our Madi who had just had her appendix out a few hours before. That was totally a blast from the past because I had my appendix out at Primary Children's Hospital as a child also ... OK, I guess her PCH is in Lehi, and mine was in the Avenues ... but still...
Her other grandma took Reagan shopping and bought lots of toys and goodies for her. Here she is shown with her dragon Sunset.
Grandpa and I came in on a smaller scale with a stuffed octopus ''bracelet" (2 of the legs have a slap bracelet gadget built in) We also brought a read-and-learn picture book where an octopus takes you on a tour of the ocean. We hope she has time to read it and learn about the ocean; she's always seemed to have an interest in the sciences.
We came when all the kids were there.
Then after we left, Aunt Darby came by with a lego model of a sports car .... she seems pretty pleased. And speaking of blasts from the past, I learned this week that LEGOs started out in a carpentry shop in Denmark, the year before Grandma Larsen was born. They were wooden ...
But this was the biggest blast from the past of the whole week. This is Terri Michels and her friend Kaylene. Terri came to our yard sale last week and overheard me talking to a friend to whom I had showed the house that morning. She asked if she could see the house, but I told her I couldn't during the sale. If she came back afterwards I would, but that didn't work for her. She called me when I was at the Grove on Friday and asked to come on Saturday ... so we got home from seeing Madi just in time to show these girls the house.
She mentioned that her Dad is Rex Wallgren, who was the manager of KCPX, the radio station I listened to as a teen. He was also the first one to play a rock and roll record back in 1968 , when the station changed formats. The funny thing is that last week I got a record that KCPX made of their greatest hits, and Rex Wallgen signed it. I have it for sale at Treasures ... but the coolest thing is that I remembered Rex Wallgren because I was friends with his son Delvin in high school In fact my best friend Patty Shaffer was in love with him. Turns out Terri lived right behind Boulton, the elementary school where I went to kindergarten ... AND she went to school with my brother Ross, and knew that he had married his high school sweetheart Julie ... AND that Julie had been Principal of Boulton. She also told me that Ross was very good looking. I LOVED IT! Unfortunately, she also told me that Delvin had died of a heart attack ten years ago.
Later these kids came by to return the cement mixer, and to show us the portraits they had had done at the Tiny Art Gallery in Provo. How fun are these?
Love this picture of Trevor and his cute double dates.
I think this was taken when Nell was sitting for her portrait.
I have no words.
At church we sang this beautiful, but formerly unknown to us, hymn by President Joseph Fielding Smith. Our cute teen age chorister has been having us sing hidden treasures from the hymnal, many of which will not be in the new hymnal ... it's been kind of fun.
after church we headed back to Primary Children's hospital in Lehi to see Madi. She worked on finishing up the Lego Lamborghini while I wrote down her account of her adventures of appendicitis in her own words in her new diary.
Here she is with her completed car.
After we left Trevor and Nell's family came by to visit.
When we got home we got dinner ready for our friends the Perrys and Tina Bartlet. We had a very veggie filled fried rice with faux chicken and a green salad. Then we had sugar free orange stick trifle, as both of the other ladies are diabetic. We even played a rousing game of zilch.
and coming soon to a Larsen Compound near you ... (Or not if you're Brittany or Emily)
And for our Finish we have something Finnish for you.
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