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Quarantine March

How Nobles handle Quarantine. 
Disclaimer... no one is on an official quarantine. 

When we returned from Utah I knew I did NOT want to be the ONE who brought the virus back to the tiny town.  It would eventually come to town but I did NOT want to be the person they tracked it back to for having the first case in the area.  So.. We quarantined ourselves.

In order for the quarantine to be effective we could not leave the house.  NO PROBLEM.


However, Patrick still goes to work.  so.... we gave him the nook.  No where else!  For two weeks he came home from work and we opened the door for him and he went straight to his nook.  If he needed to use the restroom we sanitized before he went in. 
His meals were slid over to him.


We did torture him a bit. 
Oreos almost blew our careful distancing.
The clothes line barrier... was fabulous.  I hung laundry!  And Patrick almost decapitated himself most mornings when he left for work.


Also quarantined.
Any item we took to Utah, or purchased while in Utah.  Our extra fridge became the quarantine fridge for perishables.  After 5 days, I began wiping everything in the quarantine pile down with a bleach solution.  It took two days to get things out of quarantine.  Then we started on the items we had left in the car.  (Mostly bags of potting soil and bags of cat food)

We cleaned the entire house.   


We had a refresher course in handwashing.

Then life resumed almost as normal as before.  Except for daddy being grounded to his nook.


I created a crocheted plant hanger for this unruly plant that was taking over the kitchen counter


The boys decided to join the crochet craze.  They painted, they played with the cats and played outside in the snow.  I baked.


We let the geese out of their winter 'quarantine' for daily walks and they thanked us by laying eggs!  The boys joked that they had goose eggs on their heads!


The boys took advantage of all their friends being home all day with nothing to do and played virtual games.  The favourite was playing Pandemic the board game.  We've solved this thing so many times!  What is the big deal?  (We've also lost a few times.. so maybe it's not so easy.)
 

Patrick humored me and ventured into the greenhouse for some supplies and built me some window garden shelves so I could start my seedlings.  The kitchen became a gardening center for a few days.


Duncan and I created some games we could play with larger groups online.  Then we created Family Jeopardy.  Complete with beta testers!  What a hoot!  Zoom conferencing game night is a thing!  

So far quarantine in March, not so bad.  We've been too busy to be bored.  I have a to do list longer than the hours in the day allow.  As usual. 

It's still Wyoming.. It's still snowing... We stocked up on hot cocoa... There is mud everywhere that there isn't snow.  It's difficult to imagine a chaotic pandemic amongst so much peace, fun and tranquility.
Life is good.

Hope

A pandemic.  Fueled by instant information age caused overwhelming feelings of panic.  I had wrestled with the decision to keep our appointment in Utah.  I had come to the conclusion that we should go.  In the four hours it took to drive, I had second guessed my decision multiple times.  Questioning what was so important that I would risk the health of my children.  And the pandemic wasn't even a big deal yet.... Just wait a week and everything would be different.  Schools weren't closed yet... business were all still operating... And talk amongst friends wasn't only about the virus. ... yet.

We arrived in Utah and ran our errands and went to our appointments.  In between it all checking the latest updates and discussing the potential future.  We began to do things differently.  I wore rubber gloves to the store and carried clorox wipes to clean the cart.  I shopped alone whenever possible.  I found myself sanitizing my keys, my credit card, my door handle, my steering wheel, my phone, the gas pump handle.  We didn't stop for our usual treats or plan any fun activities into our trip.  I didn't want to cause paranoia in my boys, but I was beginning to cause it in myself.  I tried to stick to my shopping list and not suddenly buy items out of fear that weren't on my list.  I also knew of my limited vehicle capacity. 

I found myself not as eager to hold a door for someone else but rather hope that I could slip in to a store when a door was already open or catch it with my foot.  I became flummoxed when handed change after a transaction, realizing that money wasn't something I wanted to handle.  After over 24 hours of constantly checking reports, running errands to multiple locations since most stores were sold out of things and packing my car as full as possible, we spent the night at Channa's and worried.  Early the next morning we had one last stop to make to buy our perishables... the way I've always shopped when I make our routine trips, but as I drove to the store I felt overwhelmed and nervous to be going to the store again.  I questioned if I really needed the salad and butter and cheese on my list.  Could I make do with what I had on hand at home and just forego the stop.  I was feeling my stomach churn with the panic building. 

Subsequently I took a wrong exit and had to backtrack to find my way to the store.  That only added to my worries.  Especially as I saw the lines outside of the stores.  I was looking around for the road I needed to get back on track and stopped at a red light only to see the road I was on. 

Hope Drive!

All I could do, stopped at that red light was call out.. Thank you.  I needed that sign... literal sign.  That hope is not lost.  I can not give up on hope.  I had wrestled with the decision to run our errand and had felt it was okay.  I needed to carry on, not give up hope, and finish my errands and then take my boys and go home, just as planned. 

So as chaotic as this journey we're on is... with no road map or set itinerary, I remind myself regularly that I'm on Hope Drive and I just need to do my best. 

Gangnam Style

An idea... seven years ago.... 

some video footage with the nine... obliging children...

A trending song and dance sensation... long ago forgotten now.

Resulted in the following; day late and a dollar short segment of silliness.


We had intended to make it our Christmas video card for the year with words to tell of our exploits from the year.  

However when it came time to edit the footage and put the music with new words together, I realized I didn't really know how.   So it sat on the back burner of my mind and in the recesses of the computer until now.  I know how to edit/trim video and add music... just not how to record new lyrics... and they weren't very good anyway!


Week 22 - No Companion

This week a lot of missionaries went home because of COVID-19.  One of them was my companion, Élder Erickson. None of them had the virus but they had a higher risk if they got it. For most of this week I have been without a companion, and I still don't have one.

We have been stuck inside all week and have been teaching people over the phone it has been an interesting experience for all of us. 

There are no pictures this week because we didn't leave the apartment. I'm currently with three other elders, this P-day is going to be interesting most days we get up, study, have lessons, then call people and try to set up some more lessons. When that's done we don't have much left to do, as for me I go back to studying but the other elders don't like having 7+ hours of studying every day. So I would like to ask for some ideas of things we can do during our days of quarantine.

I hope everyone is healthy and are having a wonderful day.

Élder Noble


He has also asked for 

Recipes

Card Game rules.  they have 2 decks of cards and 6 dice.

Music..  any mp3 or digital music is appreciated.  He can listen to anything instrumental or uplifting/inspirational.. 

This week on the phone he mentioned that the other elders were talking about things they missed so far... mostly it was foods.. burgers, fries, onion rings... then Miles hopped up.. "Don't we have an onion?"  "yes..." 

So he made them onion rings.  Now they are eager to see what else he can cook up in their isolation.

Week 21 -- No Word??



Dear Miles, 

All Well??  No word today?  

Staying out of trouble?

Photo was posted of you on Facebook.. hanging out with about 15 missionaries eating fast food... hope that was weeks ago!!  

Did you receive your package... hope you handled the box as little as possible and just dumped out contents and threw away box and then washed your hands before looking through the contents!!!

Mum


I just received this package for Elder Noble.  I wanted you to see the condition it arrived in in case there is a problem.  You might tell him to check it when we get it to him sometime this week.

Dear Miles, 

So the mission office just emailed that your packages arrived and that the one I sent came damaged.. the pics show that it likely didn't lose anything... but it was battered ..

they said they hope to get things delivered later in the week... so we'll see... don't want anyone getting exposed on our account.  

Mum

In the package was oatmeal packets, juggling balls, seaweed, candies, mac n' cheese, cough drops, vicks vapor rub, vitamin c, and a Miles inspired bookmark.


Complete with zigzag scar from ear to ear and a smirk.

I finally received a phone call just minutes before the end of his p-day.  They no longer go to the church building and he doesn't have wifi for calling.  He has been transferred.. sort of.. he has three days of clothes and is staying with another companionship and is okay.  he will be calling a few times a week now.  No idea when he'll have access to wifi again or what the next few days hold.

Just a Routine Visit

Every three months we make a trek to Utah for Dr. appointments, visit friends and family, run all the little errands that we can't do in our new rural life... and stock up for the next three months on supplies that have run low.  We were scheduled to do just that next Monday.  Then some conflicts came up (all of which have been cancelled... but not the point!), and we rescheduled for last Monday.  We rearranged a few things and then wondered, up until the moment we left, if we should go at all.  We went.  Unfortunately people in Utah heard we were coming for our regular, routine stock up run and all stormed the stores before we could get there.  (Pandemic may have played a role also.)


We were successful in some of our other errands.. 



We dropped off a bucket of fireplace ashes for a friend.  We kept our distance.  Left the bucket by the garage.. took a photo of where they were and texted when the drop was completed.  



We delivered the glass recycling.. always a highlight of our trip!  No one around but us.


We attempted to stock up at other grocery stores and encountered some overly protected shoppers.


We celebrated Kenzie's birthday.  Played a phone version of Scrabble with each other.  



Sang a Covid-19 version of Happy Birthday.

And then returned home to the official location of 'Social Distancing'.. 


Wyoming.

We were greeted with this... 


The first signs of spring.


I admit, I was grateful we weren't home when these chunks slid off the roof so our car wasn't in it's normal spot.  There are large chunks like this all around the house.  I wonder if they all fell off at the same time.  That would have been quite a noise.  It's noisy enough when the icicles fall.

Hard Headed

WARNING:  graphic images to follow..


After losing his job and being unemployed and homeless for a time, Caleb found employment and has temporary housing. 

After two weeks on the job....   he did this...


It required these....


As if the world isn't sending enough for us to deal with!

After a week of wearing a hardhat over 7 staples in the head it was time to have them removed.  The night before, he received this text....


Ummm.... how are the staples going to be removed during an over the phone visit?  Are they going to talk him through the procedure and expect him to remove them himself.  They're on his head.  He can't even see them.  After an amusing phone call they realized he would need to come in after all.  


So now the head is healing... He showed it to Miles on a video call.  Now they're head scar buddies!

As hard as his head is..  he'll wear his hard hat even in low risk situations now.  

Sarah and Boomer


At Sarah's recent visit we had a photo shoot before Miles was to leave for Texas.  

Afterwards we snapped some candids of Sarah and Boomer.  They're so well colour coordinated. 

Week - 20 -- Crazy

Hi every one.


I hope your week was less crazy then mine. Starting off with the good, my companion and I learned alot about doing missionary work on face book and that was a lot of fun so you will probably see me on there, more often now. We also had a couple of great lessons this week and we had some great dinner lessons. I had the opportunity to help eat a 32 inch pizza that was fun. 


Then the crazy stuff started happening around Friday. We were told on Friday night that it might be a good idea to go and buy some food so if we get told we can't leave our house for two weeks we would not starve, so the other spanish elders, my companion and I left for Wal-Mart. Wow that is a crazy place they were out of so much food but after an hour we purchased almost every thing on the list. The next day we received another email saying we should drop everything we are doing and finish getting all the things on the list. So we went out in the morning and got the last three items on the list and sorted all our food into bins for quarantine. 


Then church was canceled and we were told not to knock on doors and we should not visit members if possible, And that brings us to, today. We were told last night that we should not meet in groups bigger then a district (8 people). So our zone P-day was canceled and we are just going to meet with our district. It's just a matter of time before we are told we can't leave the apartment. I hope this week has been less hectic for you guys and I wish you all a wonderful healthy week.

Élder Noble



MY RESPONSE

Glad you are getting food.  Get more!

We are in Utah today..  wearing rubber gloves and not interacting as much as possible.  Whittaker has his appt.  And we're stocking up and then getting out of Dodge.  

I worry about you and Sarah..  you both interact with lots of people.  We are eager to get home and be hermits.  Wash wash wash.  Don't shake hands with people .  They will appreciate it also.  Just bow.  Or curtsy.  

You seem in good spirits.  I hope you are able to find a guitar.  It will help pass the time while isolated.  

Phone is dying.  Going to charge 

Til later

Driving Tips


With a student driver at the wheel... I find I'm being asked a lot of interesting questions about road and driving and safety.  This one stumped us both. 

I'm fairly certain this sign is to forewarn us that at any moment a truck could appear out of no where and sled down the embankment.  In fact.. the truck on the actual sign may take off any time now!

Willows Elementary School - Nova


Attended Willows from Kindergarten to Grade 5

K- Mrs. Glue
1 - Mrs Fairburn
2 - Mrs Coady
3 - Miss Meikle
4 - almost Mr. Popoff... Mrs. Hockin
5 - Mr. Popoff

Kindergarten - no distinct memories.  Vaguely remember walking down the stairs into the kindergarten room.  The cloak room, the kitchen area and wearing slippers

Grade 1.  Peeing my pants and Mrs. Fairburn discreetly handing me my gym bag and sending me to the restroom to change.  

Grade 2.   I wasn't certain who the teacher was until I looked through the paperwork from the forties file.  I do remember where the classroom was located in the building.  End of the hall,  top of the stairs to the right.  I believe I broke my thumb riding my bike to school that year and didn't have to write a spelling test that week.  I met Trevor Lines in that class... and to my eternal shame... leaned over one day in class and kissed him.  Not the way to introduce yourself!  However of all the children in my class that year... he's the only one I remember by name!

Grade 3 - Miss Meikle.  She was short and older.  I recall she was well traveled.  Often spoke of African and Middle eastern trips she had taken.  No fondness for her or that year.. no dislike either... 

Grade 4.  First day of school sitting in my new classroom.. forty students.. not enough desks... Mr. Popoff looking intimidating.  Agonizing hour not knowing if I would be kept in his class or one of the fortunates asked to go to the new teacher's class.  Hallelujah.  I was selected.  I remember the terror of that hour vividly.. the name of the new teacher... nothing!  I do remember enjoying the new teacher and she reminded me of Julie Andrews.  This was the year of the 'great eclipse!'  Likely a normal eclipse, but I remember having to close all the blinds in our classroom.  DO NOT LOOK AT THE SUN!  being ingrained into us, and the TERRIBLE storm that accompanied the eclipse.  (I assumed storms always accompanied eclipses until recently)... It was 'the great eclipse' also because that TERRIBLE storm, caused a large tree to uproot and fall ... and crush my bicycle.  Not something a timid, small 9 year old girl ever forgets. 
I believe I began crosswalk patrol that year.  Seems crazy now to think of nine year olds being in charge of stopping traffic and other children's safety.
 (The teacher's name was Mrs. Hockin.. thankfully she signed my report cards)

Grade 5.  Back in that same class again.  Mr. Popoff, still looking intimidating.  And no reprieve that year.  A whole year of Mr. Popoff... kicked in garbage cans, broken pencil sharpeners, split meter sticks... and an unusually strict adherence to colouring in one direction with pencil crayons on hundreds of maps!
(I can't help thinking of how old I was.  I cannot picture Whittaker handling such an intimidating teacher with any more grace.  How did children not run home crying daily?)

I remember whole school assemblies.  Being a 'cougar', for school spirit activities.  Going upstairs to the nurses cubby of a room for shots.  Walking to Grandma's for lunch on Wednesdays.
Hot dogs and real milk on special Fridays.

Recess:  Square ball, leap frog, Chinese skipping, playing on the soccer team - briefly- the ball against the wall game... each level added another difficult dimension such as turning around and catching the ball before it bounced or clapping your hands etc..  making hundreds of DAISY CHAINS...

Week 19 - Grand Prairie

I got transferred and I'm now in Grand Prairie.
I don't know a lot about Grand Prairie other then Elder Condie served here before he went up to Denton to train me, He said that he loved it. There are not a lot of pictures this week because I arrived here on Wednesday and I haven't had a lot of time to take them. 

Elder Erickson is my new Companion and he is such a great companion. This week we did a ton a missionary work in but not a lot of people wanted to answer the door but that's not much different form Denton but the work must go on. Elder Erickson is the district leader so I get to help out with that again. 

There will be more to talk about next P-day but this week has been just go go go missionary work so other than that there is not much to report on.

I hope you all are staying safe and healthy.

Elder Noble



This week's call was more enlightening than his email!!

1.  We tracked down the link to the video he said his old district made.  https://www.facebook.com/followersofchristdecatur/videos/211499630044352/
He said that this new district is also working on a video.

2. He learned that zone leaders discuss missionaries that are being transferred.  Supposedly so important things are known.. like allergies or issues.  Apparently since he was transferring, he was discussed.  He said there were three things brought up.

  • Elder Condie said he thinks Miles is part sorcerer because he saw him solve a rubik's cube blindfolded!
  • He said his scar was discussed.  Nothing to worry about.. He has a skull now and just chooses not to play the more contact type sports.  
  • He was banned from playing in checkers and chess tournaments.  (Apparently if Miles is in the tournament there's no chance anyone else will win)  When the new zone leader came to the last area he liked to play chess and checkers and set up a tournament for the missionaries on a P-Day.  Miles joined.  They first played checkers.  He made it to the finals bracket very quickly.  Then he won.  So then they challenged to chess.  He won in minutes.. A second challenge.. Again he won in minutes.  After nine games, which Miles won, he was told he took all the fun out of playing since NO ONE stands a chance and he wins way too fast!
3.  Thankfully they do more than play chess and checkers and he seems to be well liked.  He's enjoying being in Texas even if it's already warm! 80 degrees f. 

Canada Trip -- Day 10

Day 10 (Eden, Sadie, Ava, Willows Beach AGAIN!, sleepovers, 67 photos)

We were exhausted as we began our next stage of our visit.  We lazily began our week.   Miles began a puzzle in the library of the condo, Patrick, Caleb and Sarah took a swim.


Eden called to invite us for breakfast and we accepted!  Eden never under entertains!  We were over well-fed.


We left the afternoon plans up to Ava and she chose Willows Beach.  So we went, again!  It was just as fun the second time.  Eden had a yoga class to teach that evening so she left early but we stayed just a few more minutes... hours!!  We lost a hat.

Back at Grandmas for the night... worn out in a happy way... bellies filled again .. this time quesadillas.  Eden swung by and took three big kiddos to her place and we all crashed until the next morning.

Winter Chickens

After owning chickens one might think I would understand what is needed to have chickens once again.  One thing I should know is that building a coop BEFORE hand is preferred.  However, it's just not how we roll!

We have five acres, many outbuildings and lots of miscellaneous supplies laying about...  Whatever we need we can handle it!

Which is sort of true.  

The chick phase was simple enough.  In the spring we had a tub in the house.  Then as they got old enough they took over one end of the greenhouse.  For a time that was delightful.  The boys enjoyed visiting their coop and playing with them.  Eventually they were old enough to be allowed to roam freely... or ' free-range'.  So a ramp was placed outside the greenhouse window to allow them to come and go.  they tended to stay... inside unless coaxed to go out... and outside unless urged caught and taken back.  



They were also quickly outgrowing their coop... (technically, according to chicken guides, they had enough space.. but I prefer the hens to have palatial quarters) PLUS.. winter was approaching.. we needed to provide a MUCH MUCH warmer environment.  
So we began discussions and planning.  I was for converting the old trailer house at the end of the yard for their new coop.  Patrick was adamantly against it.  Even with me referring to it as the chicken house.  We both won.. compromised.   It was better in the end anyway.  I didn't like the trailer where it was and apparently it couldn't be moved...  well in one piece anyway.   

So... Patrick delightedly began dismantling the trailer.  We used the sections of insulated wall with metal exterior to insulate the end of the barn.  We created an interior wall to contain the hens and used the door and a window from the trailer in the new wall.  We also used the cupboards as nesting boxes.  


Now the trailer is only 25% of an eyesore.  Regardless.. the new coop took longer to put together than winter cold would allow.  We had to hurry with the practical necessities and leave the decorating for spring.  
In the rush to complete, we brought the hens in to help..  or hinder if you agree with Patrick's misguided point of view.


How else would we know if they appreciated the door having a high stoop or would prefer the ramp into the smaller door to have steps to keep it from being slick. 


Also would they like one long perch or multiple smaller perches.  


And nesting boxes... These are ultimately going to need to be perfect for optimal egg laying satisfaction.  The boys happily showed the hens how smoothly the doors opened... how spacious the boxes are... how they can double as a perch... 


Even with all our efforts and the boys diligence in daily nesting box lessons.  Eggs seemed to allude us.  Finally an egg was laid.  But then... 

nothing.. for days... then a week.
There are 12 hens.  Once they started laying it should have continued.  

Heaters and lighting were provided.  Extra feed and fresh water daily.  Scraps to augment and encourage.  

Still nothing.... until the boys spent an extra long play session with the ladies.
The result?


A basket full of eggs... many cracked.. many frozen solid. 
NONE in the nesting boxes. 

At one end of their courtyard area is a stack of lumber.  They discovered an overhang of boards and dubbed it the only place to lay eggs.  So until Spring we continue to encourage them to use the beautifully designed nesting boxes so far to no avail.
But we at least know where to look.. and collect 6-10 eggs each day.... 
As the months go by our begrudging attitudes at having to look under the lumber instead of the lovely 'EMPTY' nesting boxes is making us determined to make some renovations come springtime!

Fowl Play

It's a real thing.  They need their daily chicken lovin'.  The boys dutifully attend to them.  In return we are offered anywhere from 6 to 10 eggs each day.  They do find winter to be dragging on but the boys daily visits and the odd winter walk have cheered them.  


They stay warm in the heated and insulated section, but show their appreciation for the more spacious outer courtyard area with excessive wing flapping and clucking ... or honking in the geese.

(The geese accept our apologies at our limitations.  We attempted to provide an indoor pond... but the cold permeates... EVERYTHING.. and, well, it's frozen.  We encourage skating as an alternative)

Questions??

When conduting Forties File questions previously.. I attempted different styles.  I posted a memory and asked others to respond to the same topic with their memories.  This would work if I posted a question one week and allowed answers to come in through out the week for the following week's post.

SUCH AS...
This question was asked... answers came in and I cannot explain what happened next... but it has been sitting in the draft folder archives awaiting this moment!  So here it is.


Cars.  Transportation.  There have been many in our past, and for some more than others.  But this question is about the family cars in our childhood days. 

Memories of Family Cars growing up.



VALERIE

I remember a long string of station wagons. We would always inherit my grandparents old station wagons. I remember enjoying sitting in the very back which faced backwards. Our favorite things to do as kids in that seat was make faces at the driver directly behind us, and we loved it when they would respond and play back. Sometimes coming home from something late at night, my mother would lean the back seat back and we could sleep on it. She was pretty staunch about seat belts, even before it was illegal not to where them, but on these occasions we could sleep, cuddled and cozy.

PAIGE
  • pony mum often forgot to take the emergency brake off and she would be so frustrated with herself when she would finally realize that she had been driving with it on.. 
  • dad's truck he took the sheep away to the farm in it when we took the no fuss bus.. 
  • they were pulling people over for a seatbelt check and mike* didn't have his on in the van 
  • john had to make a new key for his vw beetle and it took him all afternoon to make it from the blank.. I watched 
  • Jim drove a mini 
  • my first car was an eagle summit 
  • carlos had a brown ford bronco when I met him...

NOVA

I don't remember getting the tan van... but I do remember it... and perhaps I'm thinking of the wrong one.. because the only one I really remember was blue and white. I remember booster seats that had metal arm rests... could have been boosters for the kitchen table too. I remember driving it to Texas but only during straight stretches of road, because that was all dad would allow... until around Wyoming where I guess he liked having a reprieve because he fell asleep a lot... (it is a boring stretch.. having done it too many times to count now).. but for a brand new driver of only 2 weeks!!!.. it was a fabulous stretch... until it started snowing... and blowing.... and there weren't any gas stations as far as I could see and we were getting low!!... whew... I found a po dunk... (probably typical Wyoming town) with a gas station... that's when dad woke up and asked how long has it been blowing like this? That trip was long!... but memorable..
Paige and I braided our hair in tons of tiny braids... I don't remember doing Eden's maybe she had short hair then.? don't remember... we ate out each meal thanks to the company budget!.. and thought we were living high staying in motel 6's every night! we stopped at each welcome to the new state sign for a picture.

 I remember getting the pony.. think we had a pony pot.. .we were all hoping for the pony with four legs but we got one with four wheels... but again.. this was a modern and cool car!... I learned to drive in this car. Also had this car for a while in Wyoming. I remember dad's green truck. Likely a very valuable truck these days that would bring sad thoughts to mind for dad since he sold it.. but it parked on the boulevard every day... and it was loud and embarrassing to be picked up in the green truck with rust spots and no seat belts that I can remember and home done reupholstering of the seat and a small hole in the floor just to watch the ground go by underneath you.. The doors were heavy and awkward to close and dad would sometimes be in his overalls and felt hat when he arrived in the truck (probably just to complete the look) I remember getting the new van in Texas... a real tan van... it seemed so new and cool then...

I remember when dad bought the ford in Texas while mum was away with the seatbelts that attack you without asking... and the chip that you need to drive the car in addition to the key. I can remember having to buckle criss cross in the back seat since it didn't have enough seat belts for all of us. I remember driving the ford back to Canada with Paige.. in retrospect ... what a journey for me to undertake at 18! and without a cell phone in those days.. I remember singing 'Amarillo by morning' much to Paige's moaning... since of course we had left red oak around 4 am and were indeed approaching Amarillo by morning. I was pulled over shortly after that for speeding 45 in a 35 zone... of course a maybe 100 yard stretch of 35 mph before it returned to 45mph... I hadn't noticed since I was watching for an exit sign.... the officer was very kind and gave us a warning and instructions back to the correct highway I don't remember much else until we arrived in Wyoming where we stayed for a day at the ranch.... much to more of Paige's moaning... of course it didn't help that she insisted on wearing her cow outfit!... They couldn't stop laughing... we spent a day seeing the sights and visiting and then we were off again... The next memorable moment of that trip would be driving through Boise where paige's moaning and complaining climaxed into threats of "I never wanted to go on this trip, or go back to Canada... turn around and take me back.." (we were driving on the freeway at 65 mph through downtown Boise)... then she threatened to pull out the magic computer chip that the car had while I was still driving if I didn't turn around... or then to just open her door and get out.. again while I was still driving... Obviously... we eventually made it to Canada without her getting out or pulling the chip... don't quite remember how I convinced her not too... I believe it all began because she said I wasn't stopping for enough potty breaks.. which through Idaho there just aren't many and I had already told her I wouldn't get off in any major cities due to big chance we could get lost or mugged!... Boise doesn't seem so big now looking back but then it was..

PATRICK

we had lots of different trucks my mom had a car but mostly we drove the trucks... perry and connie gave me a ford galaxy 500... a big boat of a car... I had it before I went on my mission and then I bought a dodge daytona which I had until the day after I was married! I installed a huge speaker stereo system in it and it was a really loud cool car.

JILL

I remember a few different cars.. a white rambler station wagon, a pink 50's car from auntie Adele, an obnoxiously long brown wood paneled ford LTD station wagon, with the big door at the back that opened up wide, and the pop up seats in the very back.. back then you could cram as many kids as you needed to in order to get them to primary class at the church on wed after school, no seat belts, car seats, i was made to sit on boys laps, that i was not related to, and to this day I still here Dereck Deitzes voice complaining about my bony bottom!!! too bad I couldn't have kept that bony bottom!!

and of course, the bus!! there was the meachum bus from next door, that we used first,, borrowed , bought? I don't know.. and then there was the landmark bus which graced each driveway where we lived, and served as our vacation limo and several occasions.. oh if that bus could talk!!

and of course dad's old 57 chevy truck green and ' red primer ' colour.. 3 on a tree shifting system which amazed me everytime I watched dad shift gears... but then my amazement swiftly moved into the emotion of.. shear embarrassment to be caught dead in this vintage but not yet cool hunk of junk... and did i mention the passenger door?!! the one that didnt latch no matter how hard you would slam it.... it was a second nature reflex for dad to reach over and grab hold of our clothing everytime he made a left hand turn , so that we wouldn't fall out on to the street when the door would fly open... and it did fly open almost everytime!! i would beg him to drop me off a couple of blocks before the school,, he usually ignored my pleas... and would stop, clunkedy clunk... right on the corner where everyone was hanging out... he and his truck seemed insulted at the ungrateful passengers.. and then it was just as embarrassing getting out,, trying to slam the door hard enough to maybe latch it this time,, and then it seemed to take forever for him to pull away from the curb,, with me standing there,, and everyone watching as he glugged and chugged away.. oh sweet memories..

and then there was the blue and white mega van... the dodge econoline,, i believe.. the car i learned to drive in, took my test in, and passed with flying colours... I swear I am an excellent parallel parker to this day thanks to learning on that van!! that van also saw many trips,, mainly to Portland, , 6 hour stops at yard birds... i recall seeing dad outside underneath it late at night on several occasions.. always fixing it....

the pony was after my day.. and i wont even begin to mention the scores and scores of vehicles belonged to by john and Jim,that littered the driveway and the boulevard, and grandma's driveway!!

SPARKY

When I was born the Dodge Van was purchased. It was blue and white and seated many people. I remember trips to Portland in the van with lots of people and, on the way back, lots of meat and canned goods and no leg room.

I remember the purchase of a 1986 Hyundai Pony. I saw it again in Wyoming in 1997.

In Texas we bought a Plymouth Voyager. It was a nice upgrade in comfort from the then 15 year old Dodge van. Dad also purchased a Ford Escort with no air conditioning. It still serves him well in San Jose CA.

While in Texas I purchased two cargo van to resell. I used and drove them some and they were my first vehicles. My next vehicle was a Ford Escort that Dad had acquired from a colleague at work. I flew out to San Jose and drove it back to Utah.

Val had a Chevy Berretta when we got married. We drove the Berretta our first year and then sold it and drove the Ford. When the Escort was on its last leg Chris Wignall and I drove it to Tijuana, Mexico and went from mechanic to mechanic until we found someone who wanted to buy it. I got $220 for it. We ate street tacos and then walked back across the border and then took the trolley back to San Diego. It was a fun day.

Another Ford replaced the Escort. I bought the day that Audrey was born. It was a white Mercury Sable wagon. It was comfortable and served us well for over two years.

Our current car we purchased from the San Diego California mission. It is a silver Toyota Corrolla. The senior missionary who sold it to us was Elder McLaren. He and I became friends and we have gone to hear him play in his blue grass band at the Fuddruckers in Chula Vista.

Poll's?

When conducting Forties File questions previously.. I attempted different styles.  I posted a memory and asked others to respond to the same topic with their memories.

I conducted poll's.  I came across this one that never got posted... maybe I was still waiting for more entries...  No entry is ever considered too late... so answer today!

Favorite Chore: 
Least Favorite: 
Eggs... how do you like them?: 
Grapes Red, Green, peeled?: 
Favorite season: 
Throw pillows:
Favourite Disney Princess pick: 

CHANNA

Favorite Chore: Laundry
Least Favorite: Decluttering
Eggs: Over Medium on toast
Grapes: Red
Favorite season: Late Summer/Early Fall
Throw pillows: annoying, but I still have a few...why do I do it?
Princess pick: Snow White, if I must select one.

NOVA

Favorite Chore: Laundry
Least Favorite: sweeping and mopping
Eggs: poached or omelettes
Grapes: Red
Favorite season: Mid summer, early autumn 
Throw pillows: yes I have them.. they're convenient for lounging and need to be soft... but they're annoying to constantly have to pick up and put back.
Princess pick: Rapunzel


Details..

It might be fun simply to jog memories with a random photo.
Identify the details.  Names, Places, Events... Story?


Nova, Sparky and Paige (Megan)
At camp.


Toddler is unmistakable.  Is baby Eden?  The clock in the background is familiar and so is the chair.  The lady has a familiar look but ... 'Nina'?  and no idea on the other child.