Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
My Memories of My Sister, La Dawn
As I was not part of La Dawn’s life for the first ten years of her life, I can only recall what people told me about her and of pictures I have seen. But they have become so vivid to me that I felt I had been a part of those years.
La Dawn was born August 13, 1925, the first child of Fay and Elizabeth Carried Gleave Porter, in Escalante, Utah. Sixteen months later our sister, Beth, was born in the same town. At this time there were no doctors in this small town, only a midwife called Aunt Susan who was a niece to our Grandma Porter.
Mother captured the memory of her two little girls walking hand in hand and would talk about it often to me. She talked of La Dawn holding her little sisters hand and tugging gently saying, “Come on Bethi,” and Beth would follow obediently.
La Dawn was the adventurous one. She sometimes got into trouble because of it; like the time she crawled into the center of a roll of chicken wire and then couldn’t get out. Mother and Dad had to come to her rescue.
She liked challenges and this also sometimes got her into trouble. She wanted to jump across the ditch that ran behind our house when she was just a small girl. Dad didn’t stop her but told her that if she missed, she would get a spanking. She took on the challenge and missed by a few inches, falling into the running water. Dad retrieved her and she got the spanking. But I have a feeling that it wasn’t a very hard spanking because Dad must have been suppressing a laugh at her misfortune.
The last time I spoke to Mother a few days before she died in July of this year (1997), she told me of two little girls walking in their nightgowns from our house in Escalante to the dance hall in town where our parents were, holding hands. No doubt La Dawn was saying, “Come on Bethi.”
A man at the dance informed my parents who thought their two little girls were sound asleep at home that two little girls in white, flour sack nightgowns were standing outside the door of the dance hall. What a surprise that must have been.
For nine years my two sisters were inseparable. They did everything together and were the best of friends. Then in 1935, I was born when the family was living in Cedar City. I was their pride and joy until I got old enough to get into their paper dolls and doll furniture.
Three years later Dale was born. By this time La Dawn and Beth were teenagers. I have fond memories of these years. I was an observer as my sisters made homemade candy, had honey taffy pulls, danced and sang and occasionally fought. La Dawn liked to tease Beth and it would sometimes end up in “a cat fight” but they still remained the best of friends through it all.
In 1942, we moved as a family to Logan while Dad attended classes at the Agricultural College, which is now Utah State University. It was while we were here that my parents received their endowments and were sealed as an eternal family in the Logan Temple. I can still see in my memory the scene of us all kneeling around the altar and looking up and seeing my father crying.
There were happy times for all the neighborhood kids and us as we played night games on our block. Again I was more of an observer than participant because I was just a little kid. I guess I didn’t mind much because I only remember it being a wonderful happy time.
La Dawn was avid writer. Even as a teen she was writing poetry and attempted to write a book entitled, “Terry.” She continued writing all her life and later wrote newspaper articles for local newspapers where she lived.
I have many special memories of our life in Escalante even though I was only seven years old when we moved to Provo. Our country was at war but I can still remember the dancing and singing of my sisters through these years of turmoil. I admired them both with their pretty clothes and many boy friends.
I was only eight years old when La Dawn married Reed Ercanbrack in the Manti Temple at the age of seventeen. The difference in La Dawn and my ages should have separated us but it didn’t. La Dawn was always fun when she came to visit. She loved to laugh and enjoyed life so much.
When her first child, Larry, was born I was more like an older sister than an aunt to him.
When I was about twelve years old La Dawn came to visit us in Provo. They were living in Idaho them. I will never forget the fun she and I had as we walked to a movie down town together one night. On the way home we took off our shoes and walked barefoot on the sidewalk for almost six blocks. We giggled as we carried our shoes in our hands. I think we even sang some songs. People must of thought we were crazy but we didn’t care, we loved being together.
I could tell you many wonderful stories about her sense of humor. When I was twelve years old I stayed with her, Reed, Larry and Sidney in New Plymouth, Idaho on their farm. I was invited to a party and asked to bring a cake while there. La Dawn is a wonderful cook and always makes such good treats. She made a cake for me to take but something happened. As she was icing it a big crack opened up in the top layer and all the icing was drizzling down into the center. She tried to camouflage it but to no avail. She didn’t have time to bake another one so she topped it with chopped nuts and some maraschino cherries and told me to tell the kids at the party that it was “and earthquake cake.”
When I was married, I chose my two sisters and a friend as bridesmaids. Before the reception as the photographer was taking pictures of the wedding party, La Dawn and Beth got the giggles and we had a hard time getting them to be serious enough to take the pictures.
The good times of laughing together continued through the years. We were the best of friends and kindred spirits. I think most of the positive attributes I established in my early life were because of the sound and good advice she gave me. For instance, she told me when I was expecting our first child and was concerned about the birthing process, “ Just pretend that you are a dirty, old dish rag when you are in labor.” I told that to a friend of mine, and as she was wheeled into the delivery room under sedation, she was saying loudly, “I’m a dish rag, a dirty old dish rag.”
For a few months we were pregnant together as we both anticipate the arrival of our sons, Robert and David. This was my first, her third child.
Were separated for awhile as I went with my husband, Bob, while he was in the Air Force but she sent encouraging letters when I was suffering from homesickness and when our daughter, Debbie, was born while we were in Texas.
The twins, Nathan and Joey, were born when I came home to stay while my husband was stationed in Japan. We were all so concerned when they were born and only weighed 2 and 2 ½ pounds and were not expected to live. I can remember how hard we all prayed for them.
My sister, La Dawn, has always been my idol and best friend. She has done so many wonderful things for her family. Like the time she ran for miles in the dark night through the sagebrush when their truck stalled when Larry drank coal oil at the sheep herd camp trying to get help with Reed following behind , carrying Larry in his arms.
I think of the many trips though terrible weather and slippery roads driving from Wallsburg to Salt Lake to take Joey to the Primary Children’s Hospital. To me, she has always been a wonderful example of faith and endurance.
The other day I was baking some pizzas in the oven and it was time to take them out of the oven. I was talking on the telephone and telling our daughter about the funeral arrangements for La Dawn. As I attempted to take the last pizza out of the oven, it slipped and fell face down on a rug in front of my stove. My family came to my rescue and helped me scoop the cheese and topping off the rug. I thought to myself, I bet La Dawn had something to do with this. She is probably saying in heaven, “Carol, you’re taking things too seriously, lighten up” and felt that she was laughing at me and with me as she had done so many times.
I feel so blessed to have had a wonderful sister like La Dawn. She hasn’t gone far away. Now we will be able to share everything together. “Bye” for now, La Dawn. We all love you so much. Thank you for your wonderful sense of humor and your love of life that you shared with us all. Now you can do genealogy to your heart’s content with Sidney, Dad, and Mother by your side.
La Dawn was born August 13, 1925, the first child of Fay and Elizabeth Carried Gleave Porter, in Escalante, Utah. Sixteen months later our sister, Beth, was born in the same town. At this time there were no doctors in this small town, only a midwife called Aunt Susan who was a niece to our Grandma Porter.
Mother captured the memory of her two little girls walking hand in hand and would talk about it often to me. She talked of La Dawn holding her little sisters hand and tugging gently saying, “Come on Bethi,” and Beth would follow obediently.
La Dawn was the adventurous one. She sometimes got into trouble because of it; like the time she crawled into the center of a roll of chicken wire and then couldn’t get out. Mother and Dad had to come to her rescue.
She liked challenges and this also sometimes got her into trouble. She wanted to jump across the ditch that ran behind our house when she was just a small girl. Dad didn’t stop her but told her that if she missed, she would get a spanking. She took on the challenge and missed by a few inches, falling into the running water. Dad retrieved her and she got the spanking. But I have a feeling that it wasn’t a very hard spanking because Dad must have been suppressing a laugh at her misfortune.
The last time I spoke to Mother a few days before she died in July of this year (1997), she told me of two little girls walking in their nightgowns from our house in Escalante to the dance hall in town where our parents were, holding hands. No doubt La Dawn was saying, “Come on Bethi.”
A man at the dance informed my parents who thought their two little girls were sound asleep at home that two little girls in white, flour sack nightgowns were standing outside the door of the dance hall. What a surprise that must have been.
For nine years my two sisters were inseparable. They did everything together and were the best of friends. Then in 1935, I was born when the family was living in Cedar City. I was their pride and joy until I got old enough to get into their paper dolls and doll furniture.
Three years later Dale was born. By this time La Dawn and Beth were teenagers. I have fond memories of these years. I was an observer as my sisters made homemade candy, had honey taffy pulls, danced and sang and occasionally fought. La Dawn liked to tease Beth and it would sometimes end up in “a cat fight” but they still remained the best of friends through it all.
In 1942, we moved as a family to Logan while Dad attended classes at the Agricultural College, which is now Utah State University. It was while we were here that my parents received their endowments and were sealed as an eternal family in the Logan Temple. I can still see in my memory the scene of us all kneeling around the altar and looking up and seeing my father crying.
There were happy times for all the neighborhood kids and us as we played night games on our block. Again I was more of an observer than participant because I was just a little kid. I guess I didn’t mind much because I only remember it being a wonderful happy time.
La Dawn was avid writer. Even as a teen she was writing poetry and attempted to write a book entitled, “Terry.” She continued writing all her life and later wrote newspaper articles for local newspapers where she lived.
I have many special memories of our life in Escalante even though I was only seven years old when we moved to Provo. Our country was at war but I can still remember the dancing and singing of my sisters through these years of turmoil. I admired them both with their pretty clothes and many boy friends.
I was only eight years old when La Dawn married Reed Ercanbrack in the Manti Temple at the age of seventeen. The difference in La Dawn and my ages should have separated us but it didn’t. La Dawn was always fun when she came to visit. She loved to laugh and enjoyed life so much.
When her first child, Larry, was born I was more like an older sister than an aunt to him.
When I was about twelve years old La Dawn came to visit us in Provo. They were living in Idaho them. I will never forget the fun she and I had as we walked to a movie down town together one night. On the way home we took off our shoes and walked barefoot on the sidewalk for almost six blocks. We giggled as we carried our shoes in our hands. I think we even sang some songs. People must of thought we were crazy but we didn’t care, we loved being together.
I could tell you many wonderful stories about her sense of humor. When I was twelve years old I stayed with her, Reed, Larry and Sidney in New Plymouth, Idaho on their farm. I was invited to a party and asked to bring a cake while there. La Dawn is a wonderful cook and always makes such good treats. She made a cake for me to take but something happened. As she was icing it a big crack opened up in the top layer and all the icing was drizzling down into the center. She tried to camouflage it but to no avail. She didn’t have time to bake another one so she topped it with chopped nuts and some maraschino cherries and told me to tell the kids at the party that it was “and earthquake cake.”
When I was married, I chose my two sisters and a friend as bridesmaids. Before the reception as the photographer was taking pictures of the wedding party, La Dawn and Beth got the giggles and we had a hard time getting them to be serious enough to take the pictures.
The good times of laughing together continued through the years. We were the best of friends and kindred spirits. I think most of the positive attributes I established in my early life were because of the sound and good advice she gave me. For instance, she told me when I was expecting our first child and was concerned about the birthing process, “ Just pretend that you are a dirty, old dish rag when you are in labor.” I told that to a friend of mine, and as she was wheeled into the delivery room under sedation, she was saying loudly, “I’m a dish rag, a dirty old dish rag.”
For a few months we were pregnant together as we both anticipate the arrival of our sons, Robert and David. This was my first, her third child.
Were separated for awhile as I went with my husband, Bob, while he was in the Air Force but she sent encouraging letters when I was suffering from homesickness and when our daughter, Debbie, was born while we were in Texas.
The twins, Nathan and Joey, were born when I came home to stay while my husband was stationed in Japan. We were all so concerned when they were born and only weighed 2 and 2 ½ pounds and were not expected to live. I can remember how hard we all prayed for them.
My sister, La Dawn, has always been my idol and best friend. She has done so many wonderful things for her family. Like the time she ran for miles in the dark night through the sagebrush when their truck stalled when Larry drank coal oil at the sheep herd camp trying to get help with Reed following behind , carrying Larry in his arms.
I think of the many trips though terrible weather and slippery roads driving from Wallsburg to Salt Lake to take Joey to the Primary Children’s Hospital. To me, she has always been a wonderful example of faith and endurance.
The other day I was baking some pizzas in the oven and it was time to take them out of the oven. I was talking on the telephone and telling our daughter about the funeral arrangements for La Dawn. As I attempted to take the last pizza out of the oven, it slipped and fell face down on a rug in front of my stove. My family came to my rescue and helped me scoop the cheese and topping off the rug. I thought to myself, I bet La Dawn had something to do with this. She is probably saying in heaven, “Carol, you’re taking things too seriously, lighten up” and felt that she was laughing at me and with me as she had done so many times.
I feel so blessed to have had a wonderful sister like La Dawn. She hasn’t gone far away. Now we will be able to share everything together. “Bye” for now, La Dawn. We all love you so much. Thank you for your wonderful sense of humor and your love of life that you shared with us all. Now you can do genealogy to your heart’s content with Sidney, Dad, and Mother by your side.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
55 Years Together - And Counting . . . .
Today we celebrate our 55th Wedding Anniversary.Many things have happened in those years. We started out as two people and ended up with sixty members of our family.
We have seen many exciting events happen in our world and some changes that now concern us for those who follow after us.
Opportunities for service were always part of those years and we took them which blessed our lives.
The years have been made up of challenges but blessings outnumbered them. Watching our families take on their challenges and grow from them has been a joy to us.
Our marriage has been built around our family, our church, but mostly around each other. We are eternal companions.
Friday, June 13, 2008
COMPULSIVE BEHAVIOR
We all have compulsive behavior in one sort or another. We become all consumed with something and it takes precedence over everything else. Our mind is full of ideas and solutions and it’s hard to do the mundane things that are required of us in our daily undertakings.
Combine compulsive behavior with artistic ability that is always driving us to accomplish and create and we may have a problem. We may neglect our health and those things we care about the very most.
Compulsive behavior may even separate us from those we love if we let it. We won’t realize it because we feel that we are taking care of the needs of our family and mate. But we unknowingly have a barrier that closes our eyes to the little things that mean the most.
I know about compulsive behavior because I have struggled with it at various times in my life and it’s not fun to say the least.
I’m so grateful for a companion that brings me back to earth. He is a farmer at heart and knows how to separate the things that really matter. I hope you are that kind of companion or you have a companion who helps you come back to earth so to speak.
Farming is a twenty-four hour job but a farmer is so fortunate because they work so closely with the soil and nature. They notice the beauty that surrounds them and depend on nature for survival. We sometimes depend on ourselves too much and this can lead to driving ourselves too much.
Take time to sort out. Take time to sleep. Take time to love. Take time to appreciate the beauty that surrounds you. Take time to pray and most of all take time to express appreciation to your Heavenly Father, those you love and everyone you meet.
Don’t let compulsive behavior rule and run your life. Rein it in. Keep it in control and life will be much simpler and more enjoyable.
Carol P. Warnick
Thursday, June 5, 2008
ONLY ME CAN MAKE ME BETTER
Too often we rely on others to come to our rescue when we are feeling sad or depressed. But I’ve found ONLY ME CAN MAKE ME BETTER. I PRAY FOR GUIDANCE AND THE INSPIRATION ALWAYS COMES AS TO WHAT I CAN DO TO HELP MYSELF. After all next to the Lord, noone knows me better than me. I’ve lived with myself long enough to know how to get myself out of a slump or unhappy time. And prayer comes as a reminder as what is best for me but as well how I can help myself by helping others.
I’ve found so many times that whenever I need help, I am drawn to others who are struggling with a problem similar to mine. By helping others, I help myself. I feel that is the whole reason we are on this earth, to learn and to help each other. But first, I had to get to really know myself. Sometimes we are afraid to become OUR OWN BEST FRIEND. We only seem to see the worst in us. We are much, much too critical of ourselves, looking at others attributes not our own. We need to observe others and learn from them their strengths but not use it as a gauge to make us feel inferior and down grade ourselves.
The best way to get to know yourself is to spend some time alone meditating, evaluating. Long walks are good for this. I not only learn about myself but I feel a closeness to nature and the beauties of which I am surrounded, and I am in a position to receive personal revelation concerning my problems from the Lord.
Next, make a list of your attributes or good traits; either written down on a piece of paper and put in a secret place where only you can see it often or take mental notes. Realize those traits that you need to improve but don’t dwell on them—just work on improving them. The talents that you possess will help you toward accomplishing your goal of self-improvement.
Often one of the biggest causes of depression comes when we feel we are failing or when we let feelings of guilt weigh us down, or changes have come into our life that threaten our sense of security. We feel threatened or lose our confidence in ourselves to solve our own problems. This is a good time to bring out the written or memory list of our attributes, THEN GO TO WORK, ASK YOUSELF “WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP ME?” We must remember though that sometimes we need to struggle and overcome to build our own self esteem and to be an example to others who have not learned the secret of using prayer, then listening to the inspiration that will come to help us to help ourselves.
As I mentioned before, I believe we are placed on this earth to learn and to help others. But part of learning comes when we let others help us—after all, that is part of THEIR learning process as well.
This was written in 1988.
Carol P. Warnick
I’ve found so many times that whenever I need help, I am drawn to others who are struggling with a problem similar to mine. By helping others, I help myself. I feel that is the whole reason we are on this earth, to learn and to help each other. But first, I had to get to really know myself. Sometimes we are afraid to become OUR OWN BEST FRIEND. We only seem to see the worst in us. We are much, much too critical of ourselves, looking at others attributes not our own. We need to observe others and learn from them their strengths but not use it as a gauge to make us feel inferior and down grade ourselves.
The best way to get to know yourself is to spend some time alone meditating, evaluating. Long walks are good for this. I not only learn about myself but I feel a closeness to nature and the beauties of which I am surrounded, and I am in a position to receive personal revelation concerning my problems from the Lord.
Next, make a list of your attributes or good traits; either written down on a piece of paper and put in a secret place where only you can see it often or take mental notes. Realize those traits that you need to improve but don’t dwell on them—just work on improving them. The talents that you possess will help you toward accomplishing your goal of self-improvement.
Often one of the biggest causes of depression comes when we feel we are failing or when we let feelings of guilt weigh us down, or changes have come into our life that threaten our sense of security. We feel threatened or lose our confidence in ourselves to solve our own problems. This is a good time to bring out the written or memory list of our attributes, THEN GO TO WORK, ASK YOUSELF “WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP ME?” We must remember though that sometimes we need to struggle and overcome to build our own self esteem and to be an example to others who have not learned the secret of using prayer, then listening to the inspiration that will come to help us to help ourselves.
As I mentioned before, I believe we are placed on this earth to learn and to help others. But part of learning comes when we let others help us—after all, that is part of THEIR learning process as well.
This was written in 1988.
Carol P. Warnick
Jasper the Cat
The mother cat at Bob’s folk’s farm had a batch of kitchens soon after Bob and I was married. Bob and I looked at them all and chose the cutest of the bunch, a little fuzzy orange kitten. We named him Jasper.
Jasper was a fun kitten and would entertain us with his antics. We loved him.
After Robert was born and Bob went to ROTC summer camp two days after I got out of the hospital, I went to stay with my folks who only lived a couple of houses away from our house.
Jasper would come to visit us and I would go home to check on him as well.
One day I had my baby in arms and heard a hissing noise outside the front door of Dad and Mom’s house. I opened the door and saw a terrible sight. There was a huge snake coiled and its head was up like a Cobra snake attacking my cat, Jasper.
I let out a scream and mother came running. She thought something had happened to my baby. I told her to look outside. She saw the snake too and ran for the shovel. She then killed it. It was a frightening experience for me and I still see it in my mind to this day.
Jasper turned up missing and I looked for him and found him a few feet from our house where Bob and I were renting. He was dead. Someone had shot him.
I will never forget Jasper.
Jasper was a fun kitten and would entertain us with his antics. We loved him.
After Robert was born and Bob went to ROTC summer camp two days after I got out of the hospital, I went to stay with my folks who only lived a couple of houses away from our house.
Jasper would come to visit us and I would go home to check on him as well.
One day I had my baby in arms and heard a hissing noise outside the front door of Dad and Mom’s house. I opened the door and saw a terrible sight. There was a huge snake coiled and its head was up like a Cobra snake attacking my cat, Jasper.
I let out a scream and mother came running. She thought something had happened to my baby. I told her to look outside. She saw the snake too and ran for the shovel. She then killed it. It was a frightening experience for me and I still see it in my mind to this day.
Jasper turned up missing and I looked for him and found him a few feet from our house where Bob and I were renting. He was dead. Someone had shot him.
I will never forget Jasper.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
My Memories of President Gordon B. Hinckley
My memories of President Gordon B. Hinckley are special to me. Like other members of the church I loved President Hinckley and sustained him as the prophet of our church. But I had some special experiences with him that I will always remember and cherish.
The first was at the ground breaking of the Mount Timpanogas Temple. Bob and I received an invitation. We never knew why we were invited. Maybe it was because Bob was the mayor of Ephraim or maybe it was because he was then the President of the League of Cities and Towns. But we would like to believe that it was because he was the son of Merrill N. Warnick who purchased the land as a stake president for a welfare farm where the temple was to be built. And we also felt that Bob’s dad may have had something to do with it although he had passed away a few years ago.
But here we were. And as usual I had my trusted camera with me and was determined to get a photo of President Hinckley.
Bob knew that when I have a camera I did crazy things to get my photo. So he held onto my arm at the conclusion of the groundbreaking ceremony and then when he thought it was okay said, “Okay, you can now go.” And go I did. I dug my high heels into the soft dirt of the field and headed toward President Hinckley.
It wasn’t easy. He was surrounded by security men and they were big. I wove through the crowd, thinking why did I wear these shoes?
Finally I caught up but still had to reach through the people. I touched President Hinckley’s shoulder with a security fellow in between us. President Hinckley didn’t feel it. So I said loud enough for him to hear as well as everyone else around him, “President Hinckley.” He turned and looked at me. I continued, “My husband’s father, Merrill Warnick, purchased this land when he was stake president.” He responded, “Oh yes.”
Then I took his picture. As I think of it now I should have asked his permission. Kelly, my son, joked about my experience by saying, “And then they wrestled her to the ground.”
Then I took his picture. As I think of it now I should have asked his permission. Kelly, my son, joked about my experience by saying, “And then they wrestled her to the ground.”
My second experience came when I attended the rededication of the Manti Temple. Bob was in the Snow College Stake Presidency and Bob, Faylyn and I were seated at the front of the Priesthood Room at the top of the Manti Temple. President and Sister Hinckley were there and spoke and then President Hinckley rededicated the temple. It was a spiritual experience.
I had with me the wallet that I had made for Dad when I was in the seventh grade. I had tooled his name in the leather on the front of it. When he died I found it in his possessions. It was well worn and inside was the things that were so typical of my carpenter dad, a nail he was probably using as a gauge to find one like it at the hardware store and a small piece of paper with some dimensions written on it. He was always exact in all he did.
The next time I saw President Hinckley was while Bob and I were on our mission to Cambodia. I had mentioned to Elder White who was serving there with us at the time that I thought Cambodia should be dedicated. I don’t think it had any bearing on the decision but I like to think that I was in turn with what would occur and the Lord’s desires for the Cambodian people.
All of us missionaries were so excited when we got the word that President and Sister Hinckley were coming to dedicate the land. And we were instructed to limit the time spent with him. So when the time came for the dedication to take place behind the Cambodiana Hotel I stayed near my husband and tried to comply with the instructions that we had been given but longed for personal time with the prophet.
I was grateful for the brief time we had with him as he so graciously circled the small group that was assembled there and shook our hands. I said to him as he shook my hand, “As they say in Cambodia, Lahaohi” and smiled at him. Then he proceeded to the small bus that was waiting in front of the hotel. We all followed and watched as he embarked. But the thrill came to me when he peeked around the doorway of the bus and waved saying, “As they say in America, good-bye.” It was so personal. It was just between my prophet and me and meant so much to me. I can still see that wonderful, kind man peeking around the doorway of the bus in my mind today.
With the death of President Hinckley we now have a new Prophet Thomas S. Monson. In my lifetime I have been fortunate to have known nine prophets of the Lord now with President Monson. Not many people get that opportunity in their lifetime. Each one has been special to me.
President Harold B. Lee married and sealed Bob and I in the Salt Lake Temple when he was an apostle. He gave us some good advice when it was time for Bob to slip my wedding ring on my finger and Bob removed the engagement ring to do so. He asked us both, “Why do you put the wedding ring on first?” We really didn’t know. We just thought it was the traditional thing to do. Then he explained, “Because courtship continues on after your marriage and should always be a part of your marriage.” He went on to tell us about his marriage and how he had tried to court his wife.
President Lee had been in Bob’s home as Bob’s dad had been the Stake President for years. So Bob had requested him to be our sealer at the temple. What a spiritual day that was!
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