Saturday, November 2, 2013

Nudging ninety


After taking a few years away from this blog, I find I am closer ninety than I had thought I would be at the end of the story. . The pause was not intended. Several things happened. We decided to go on another mission. As I read through my last posting I realized I was not in the right frame of mind to finish. Often I would lie in bed thinking of how I would write my next blog. If sleep did not come right away, I would get up, write an experience and try again to get back to sleep. When I realized I had written the same experience twice, I knew it was time to get my mind on something else, especially the learning of Spanish, since we had been called to Spain. It was our fifth mission, and I knew missionary work would be my whole life for two years.

The next post was to tell all the details of falling in love and committing to marriage in one long weekend. It is a good story, but it will be the next post after this. My soldier boy proved to be the best fiance, the best husband, father and grandfather on the planet. Maybe I should add son-in-law and brother-in-law, because my family has loved him too. We had another year in the army at Fort Bragg. Then it was graduate school at Brigham Young University and the U. of N.M. in Albuquerque making perfect grades, becoming the favorite of a world recognized professor who coached him through paleography and writing an outstanding dissertation translated from  15th century Spanish script. Ted later translated the journal of the first Europeans in our state and added to the history used today.

He has been a leader in our church serving as a bishop to students at the university and counselor to three other bishops.  He has enjoyed teaching and being involved in helping others, especially young people, appreciate the heritage we have. Now that he is suffering from severe dementia, many of his former students and colleagues stop by the house to help him remember the good times they had and the influence he has been on their lives.  It is a good time. We have lived in many parts of the world, taken many people in our home from all over the world to live. We have saved enough to live well. Yes, it is a good time, and we feel we have a few more good years left.  I have 50 tulips left to plant today and I will get back to the story tomorrow.

2 comments:

Paige Taylor Evans said...

I'm so happy to see a new blog post Grandma! Keep them coming!

My Little Blog said...

Welcome back! Love your blog, Doris.
So happy the story continues.
My best to you and your handsome soldier boy. - L.