The Business of Life, Birthdays, Weddings and Funerals.

So, our week started with me adding the German made Strawflower tea set I got off Market Place last week, to the top shelf of my blue and white collection. The common element is that they are all either from the 1800's or are knock offs of an 1800's pattern that was hand painted in Denmark.  Some of the very old pieces are from my sister Julie.

This is how they look with the cupboard closed.

Here's a close up of canisters and spice jars.

I also made a trip to DI for more stock, as I have essentially gone through the glut of goods that came first from Julie's estate, then from the 1700 books I bought, then the uranium glass collectibles that Becca referred to me.  So, it's a good thing.

At DI there was the bonus of finding a stylized Swedish Bench/couch that needs some tweaking but will be the main seating article in our developing Scandinavian family room.

Dad was a great help by taking out the kayak and a van seat from the van so I could go back and get it.  It has a hardwood frame and all but killed Dad getting it out.  More info on this to come.

On Tuesday lucky Papa got to have Adi to hang out with him ... I was off to work and missed all the fun.

Wednesday morning, I gathered all my Staffordshire Dogs to a new home in the parlor.  Thank you Joyce for the set you gave when you were so sick and then refused to take back when you got well.  The tiny set on the ends are actually a set of Utah tourist trade salt and pepper shakers.

It was Rick's birthday that day and here he is with Wendi and Katie and her family celebrating. Rick turned 69.

Then I found some wonderful pictures of Spencer et al out enjoying Wyoming, on Peter's Face Book account.

How cute of Van and his Grandpa Peter.

I have no words!

At work on Wednesday someone purchased this clock.  I had always thought it was a measuring tape, or maybe a timer, but nope.  It's a clock.

This gentleman came into the store on Thursday, shown in a wonderful reproduction shirting fabric shirt made for him by his wife.  His wife came up and shared a couple of his other outfits she'd made.  They were big into the Mountain Man Rendezvous at Fort Bridger for years. I become an aficionado about pioneer era clothing.

Dad spent the day at the temple and worked on finishing touches on the house when he got home because these two gals, Ruth who lives in Elkridge and her sister Janet Butler from California, who lived in the house as children, came by to share their memories with us.

They also brought along other members of their family.  They lived here from 54 to 55. And one of the sons knew the name of the Native American Boxer who lived in the house when it was a wayward boys home.  He had even gone to school with a nephew of the man. 

On Friday morning I did a bit more junking and dropped Dad off to get his Jeep that was getting the air-conditioning fixed. (Yeah Dad!) Then I headed to Santaquin for their annual library book sale.  This is their charming library (Jealous) but the book sale was nothing to be admired.  It was across the street in the City Building and was ridiculously expensive for a library sale. 

The good thing was that they were having their Santaquin Days Quilt Show in the same room.  I am always happy to admire the creative works of really good quilters.  These were my favorites.

Then we were off to volunteer at Payson's 71 year old Salmon Supper.  Here come the Firemen...

We got to have our share of the fare first.  Always so very yummy.

And Nadine was there at the same time with her neighbor, Kathrine, who lives in the other half of the twin home to the one that Becca just sold.

Here I am all duded out with my Salmon Super apron.  We worked from 6 to a bit after 8.

These folks are the Little Family, the man on the right looked to be about 80, and he is the son of the man who had the brainchild of bringing in Salmon from Alaska for a fundraising dinner in the old Park Ward, when I was 2 1/2 months old.  So fun to meet the close descendants of the founding fathers, so to speak.

I even got to hand rolls to royalty.

Here she is again with the Queen and the local LDS Missionaries, one is from Nigeria and the other from near Smithers in British Columbia, where Spencer served.  (He actually said it was 'near', but its 4 hours out, so Spencer who served in Smithers BC, probably wouldn't know his family)

And alas, it's definitely not the Salmon Super without a picture of our Mayor Bill Wright!

Then on Saturday it was Van's birthday.  He is 7, just the age of our Primary kids.  Teaching them gives us a bit of a sense of what he's like now.  Hopefully after his folks get back into their home we can experience the real deal.  What great kids these are. 

We headed to the funeral of Barbara Peters who lived in our SL ward on Saturday morning.  Her grandson is conducting.  It was nice to hear from her other grandkids about what a great grandmother she was.

This gal is one of her granddaughters and she went into great detail about all Barbara had done for her.  What an amazing woman.  Now Dad and I want to check out her books.  Anyone read any?

After a garage sale we ran across (I bought 8 books for $1) and a trip to my favorite DI, we took Aunt Joyce a birthday basket.  I have to work on her actual birthday, so it seemed like good timing.

Then we headed to Herriman to join in a memorial service for Charles (Chuck) Riddle, my cousin Debbie Avati's father, and the husband of my cousin Becky (Who our Becca is named after).  This is Sara, Becca, Andrew and their mom Debbie. (Andrew and Trevor are just 3 days apart, and Debbie and I got to hang out in the maternity ward together back in January of 1981)

Here is Debbie, with her older brother Mike beside her, as she tells about her wonderful dad.

This is Debbie's sister Linda with her new husband.  They got married two weeks ago.

Here Mike talks to my brother Bruce. (Remember it was Debbie who lined Bruce up with Dianne, who is her good friend.)

This is me with Dianne and Debbie.

This is Debbie with Melissa and her new husband Chris (They married the day before) and Andrew on the far right.

Then me with Mike and Debbie.

In Church this morning we got to sing this song I'd never heard before. God of Power, God of Right ... by Wallace F. Bennett.  I actually really liked it, but it made me think of the song that my Mom used to sing during election years .... hahahahaha  'B B B Bennet, get out of the Senate, your the only M M M man ..." and something about term limits.  

This is a picture we printed off for our lesson about the Priesthood,  it's by Liz Lemon Swindel and the kids totally connected to what was happening here.  So expressive.

And speaking of paintings, the top one on this stack was done for me as a commission by Marie Hatch whom Dad and I minister to. I LOVE it. She handed it to me as I walked up the isle in church.  What a fun, fun surprise.

After church I walked out to look at the garden house .... I know its craziness, but I love the invasive vines here taking over the world.