Cackalackie

It is time I gave an update in relation to the past weekend.  It was a nice little three day weekend where we could enjoy ourselves.  But more interestingly, we made a trip to North Carolina.
We planned the trip late last year in an effort to go and visit my cousin, Terry Jonas.  We ended up bailing for some reason that escapes me.  I think I was in the middle of a job transition and did not want to worry about the costs of the trip at that very moment.  Perhaps it was just that money was a little tight.
At any rate, we made the trip this weekend.  I left work a little early on Friday, we went home and packed, and we drove south to the Tar Heel State.  It wasn’t much of an exciting drive as most of it was in the dark.  We searched in vain for a good music station so most of the trip was to General Conference.  (I know, it should be first…)  The trip was marked with the peculiarity that we were driving in the middle of January and had on the air conditioning most of the time.
Terry Jonas is the son of Spencer Jonas.  Spencer is the brother to my Grandfather, Norwood Jonas.  That makes Terry my first cousin, once removed.
We arrived and had the introductions.  While he remembers me when I was a kid, I have no memory of Terry Jonas anywhere in my memory.  I also have no memory of his father.  I have vague memories of his mother at the reunions.  I do remember my mother going to Spencer’s funeral in 1988.  Terry and Marylynne’s daughter, Brook was there along with her husband, Scott Plummer, and their daughter Bryleigh.  We sat around and chatted for the rest of the evening.
He provided some interesting insights into the personality of my Grandfather.  He told me about going hunting, fishing, and hiking with Grandpa.  He commented that once snowshoeing, Grandpa slipped down through some snow and hit his knee pretty hard.  Grandpa made the joke later, if Terry hadn’t been there, he would have cried.
Spencer thought so highly of Grandpa that he went and did Grandpa’s endowment right at the year mark.  He was so on the ball that Uncle Joseph was irritated that he did not get to do it.  Terry said Joe did not wait around when it came time to do Earl’s endowment.
He said Grandpa was very soft spoken.  He was always well thought out in everything he did.  He made the comment that Uncle Norwood was his favorite of the family.
Terry is writing a history of his own family.  He said he is mostly done with it.  He wants to start writing on the extended Jonas family, of which I look forward to receiving some.  He did show me some of the family history he has on the Cole family, which is his mother’s family name.  It was interesting to see their history extending back through Nauvoo.  I don’t have one ancestor who crossed the plains or is associated with early church history so it is interesting to read and see of others who do.
The next morning we went out to a hole in the wall named Mickey’s in Walkerville, NC.  It was a busy little place and the food was good.  Interesting crowd.  We drove back to Kernersville, watched Ensign to the Nations, and then headed out for the Raleigh Temple.  Terry and Marylynne were driving to Raleigh, so they led the trail for us.  We arrived at the temple and participated in an endowment session.  It was Spanish Speaking and my little receiver quit working halfway through, so I got a refresher course in Spanish.
The drive home turned out to be a bit crazy.  Their signs in North Carolina are not very helpful.  They have no long distance signs to let one know of junctions with other freeways or anything of that sort.  We made our way back up to I-40 only to be lost in the change between I-40 and I-440.  What a joke.  We wound our way around until we found I-40 again, and then we thought we would drive east until we hit I-85 or I-95.  Well, if it doesn’t fit the norm, we headed east on I-40 and found ourselves going south.  Finally we had to call Amanda’s parents to look things up on a computer to find out where in the world we were headed.  We had wound our way south and were headed towards South Carolina.  We made course corrections and finally found our way to I-95.  From there we found our way home.
It was a great weekend to get away.  We enjoyed it and I really have no desire to visit North Carolina again.  I would not mind heading to the South Carolina Temple sometime, but it is a bit of a ways away.  Who knows.
Yesterday was dedicated mostly to helping an older gentleman in our ward do family history.  He is as blind as a bat and trying to teach a blind man how to use a mouse and enter information is just useless.  After an hour with him I volunteered to put all the information in the computer for him and to take care of temple ready and printing of files.  I enjoyed the research but found myself researching in North Carolina!
Well, things are well.  Church is great.  Really enjoyed the President Kimball lesson on Sunday.  The teacher skipped some of the best paragraphs in the lesson, but oh well.