One of the best parts about being able to spray is that you have a nearly endless amount of time to think about anything you choose. What a wonderful opportunity. I hear of these people who are bored with their job, or have nothing to do, and even this job, that it is so boring. Well, that tells the state of their mind doesn’t it? What a wonderful opportunity. It is like the old fairy tale of the hero getting into the cave of precious gems, with only one stipulation, that he can have any one he wants, but only one. How sad that so many people choose to leave the cave with no gem, or with a tawdry, poor quality gem.
Anyhow, when I arrived at Larry’s this morning, he asked me about my meeting with Larry and Lori Kaye Gleim. I told him about my experience and what it was they said. He was disappointed that she did not want to get to know the family any. He told me that he broke his leg and ended up staying with Donald and Carolyn for a time. For about 4 1/2 months, nearly every day he would stay with baby Lori Kaye and take care of her. He said he would never forget holding her on his knee and how beautiful she was. He said there are some similarities between Toni and Lori Kaye, but he considered Lori Kaye beautiful as a baby. That was only confirmed when he met her at her Grandfather’s, Harley Jepsen, funeral. He said he could see the point of her keeping it quiet, but just did not understand it.
It was an interesting starter thought for the day. I sprayed for a couple of hours thinking about that. I think of the doctrine that at the last day all things shall be made known. Those things which are secret shall be shouted from the rooftops. Now, whether that has any bearing on me, I do not know. However, Lori Kaye’s mother, and Lori Kaye will some day have to face that. At some point, Lori Kaye’s own children will have to be told who is their biological grandfather. At some point, Carolyn, for what reason she is hiding all this, pride, children’s hearts, or something else, will have to face it an answer it. It will all have to be sorted out. Especially someone who is where she is now, you would hope the wife of a Stake President would be more honest with her own family. The wife of a High Councilman, who is a representative to a student stake, would also be more honest with their own family. Anyhow, to each their own. However, I would feel that I would seek to know the man to whom I was born in the covenant to. The man to whom untold priesthood blessings will come to me.
I finally took a moment to drive near the elementary school, and notice the foundation of the old Evan’s store still there across the street (the old Malad High School). It was Diane Evans Spackman’s grandparents store. (I stayed with the Spackman family in Eagle last year. She told me about it last year, finally I took the time to pay attention to see if I could see it. It is still there.
I sprayed this lady’s lawn who was in the back yard while I was working. We started talking. She told me about her husband’s death in February (Bill Price). She told me about his death, how it happened, and how she is struggling. I was not sure how to reply. But I just listened. She asked me about my winter and I told her about my marriage. She was excited and told me about her marriage. Eventually, I found out she currently lives in what was her parents house. Then, found out her father was a four term Senator to the state of Idaho. She asked me if I liked to read, and I told her I did and biographies were my favorite. I told her I was currently reading a biography on Borah. She then told me that U.S. Senator Borah was a friend of her father. In fact, she remembered her father and Sen. Borah talking on the front porch of that house. I was surprised. She told me about her memories of the man. Who would have thought I could get personal testimony on a man whose biography I was reading at the time. I was very impressed with how genuine Helen Daniels Price was. I spent a good half hour visiting with her about the lives of others. She was a librarian in Malad for 25 years or so. Such great people in the world everywhere.
At some down time, I read some of the Nuffer family history that Larry gave to me. It was a very interesting read about Neuffen, Germany. Also some of the surrounding towns my family is from. It was interesting to learn that John Nuffer (son of John Christoph Nuffer, my Great, Great, Great Grandfather) studied architecture and building in Stuttgart before converting and coming to America. That is why he ended up building so many buildings including the Oneida Academy. He also worked on the Logan Temple. It was interesting to read his blessing by Apostle Teasdale and setting apart as a Seventy before going back to Germany for a mission. It will be interesting to read more.
I visited with Lorraine Dives today, whose son is Larry Dives, who lives in Pleasantview, and works at the Malad Post Office. We had a good visit about her yard and how it is improving. It is these types of experiences that I like. Mingling with those individuals who are the salt of the earth and go about doing their own thing.
Of other news, something to add to the usual surprises of life. Amanda returned home on Thursday evening to find that there was a fine layer of dust throughout the house. Originally, due to the dark nature of the dust, it was assumed to be coal dust. There are workers replacing the old coal furnace in the basement, and somehow they ended up shooting dust up into both apartments. Our landlord, John Payne, send a nice cleaning lady to take care of the problem. Saves us from having the clean the whole home I suppose. But it was not a happy thing for Amanda to discover.
Well, that will do for today. Tomorrow is spraying in Malad again. I have to admit, it is the only place in the country I know of, and somehow a great source of pride to me, that they fly an American flag on every other light pole on the main streets. The clincher, on the other poles there is a Welsh Flag. Reminded me of my mission, and I am excited that a city takes its heritage to heart and shows it. So many cities have become mainstream Babylonia. Here is a town who has not forgotten some of what it is and where it came from. Plus, I have a special place in my heart for Cymru. I even bought a Welsh Book of Mormon a while back and would like to learn to read it. I hope Malad is doing it for the right reasons, and continues to do it, for it is a wonderful thing.
Tomorrow Amanda and I attend Prairie Home Companion. I am really excited. Not that I have to leave at 5:30 in the morning to finish work in time, but that I am going to personally attend a Prairie Home Companion. I have always admired them, even from when I was in Junior High. Also, tomorrow night after Prairie Home Companion, Amanda and I attend the last Utah Temple, Ogden. That will complete our goal of attending all 11 temples. If we had time, I would like to get in both Idaho Temples (soon to be 4!).