Fishing lessons

The demand for more fishing pictures has been overwhelming! Mostly it comes from my grand-daughters and also my imagination, but so what, eh? Here are some "hall of fame" photos that each come with a memory, sometimes with several layers of them. And also a little lesson and a confession.

First a lesson about building memories. It's the glue that will often bind families in ways nothing else can. Great memories of happy times connect us in powerful ways. It is very true that no other success can compensate for failure in the home. And put another way, few other lessons can compensate for the positive effect of great family memories. And pictures are memories.

So now the confession... It has never really been about catching fish, or re-building jeeps, or even dancing in the Nauvoo pageant (even as good as I was!). It was really about having fun as a family and building some great memories that could be there during the occasional hard time. Now enjoy the memories one more time.....

Here the wild bunch is traveling along the Booby Hole expressway.

The worms sometimes need a motivational talk to get them to do their job!

Nate is practicing "catch and release" sportsmanlike conduct! (I am standing off to the side with a large cast iron frying pan... just in case!!)



The monster is a German Brown caught on the Feather River.

Freshman Roomates reunited again

See what two years can do for you???

Left to Right: Brad Turner, Jon Stevens, Brent Jensen, Chris Marsh, Nate Ogden and Aaron Thompson

With the return of Chris Marsh (Chile, Conception Mission) and Brent Jensen (Norway, Oslo Mission) the roomates from freshman year were re-united for the first time in over 2 years. Chris returned home from Chile on Saturday the 22nd, while Brent returned Thursday the 20th. We all met up in Salt Lake on Sunday afternoon to hear Brent's homecoming talk. Jon returned about a month ago from the Chicago South mission, while Brad served in the Little Rock Arkansas mission. The reunion was all capped off with Aaron announcing that he began filling out his mission papers on Thursday and his hoping to leave sometime before December...Fathers, lock up your daughters because the guys are on the loose again.

Some Picts from Patrick

Emily and Brad in Richfield, July 4, 2007

The REAL Brad Ogden

on the Mountain

July 2007

Emily on a rafting trip in

Utah. July 2007

Cooks visit to Utah

We wish we could have been there in person to help spoil these two youngsters. But they seem to have had a great Utah visit.

These are cute kids no doubt about that! Perhaps Nathan could use a few baby holding lessons.

The ENERGY of Aubrey is unmistakable, or is Nate putting her up to some sort of mischief???

Or is she the instigator?

A lusterless Saturday in September

Happy Olive Drab Saturday!!! For them that are clueless, olive drab is army talk for the lusterless green paint used on everything military, especially in WW2. It was very important that the green paint not be reflective which could inadvertently give away ones' position by sparkling in the sunlight. If you ever see a nice shiny green army jeep, you should immediately recognize it as an impostor. Probably some narcissistic wannabe that is about to get targeted by the next Jap bombing run. So you are advised to maintain a safe distance.

Today I mixed up a quart of the green stuff and painted the frame of the 1945 Ford GPW that is currently in restoration status. I am in a slight state of disbelief as to how well it turned out. I suppose that it may be possible that I am finally getting the hang of automotive painting. (after really doing some pretty awful jobs). And I was only using a cheapo $10 harbor Freight paint gun. Amazing
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Anyway I invented this special Olive Drab holiday because in order to use up the remaining paint I did almost everything I could find in lusterless green. The garage now looks like a National Guard Amory. Maybe we can now qualify for some sort of Govt contracts or at least a subsidy.

Here are a few pics of the newly painted frame including the 1948 CJ2a and 1955 Cj5 looking on in admiration.