Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Thursday, January 10, 2013

I Remember.... Sigh.

I remember back when my goal while grocery shopping was to not pay more for cereal than $1.99, and that was a good-sized box.  I remember when green onions were about 29 cents.  I remember milk being a little over $2.50 or so.  I remember going to the store for a few things, and it costing way less than $50.

Was all this back in the "old days",  you ask?  Like maybe when you were a kid,  you wonder?

No.  That was in 2007.

I remember when  I would wake up in the morning and America  made sense.  I remember when I didn't worry about politics.  I remember when I didn't fear for the future of my children and their children.

When will I again not have these concerns?

Well, I think we will have to WAIT a very long time for that....

Friday, February 12, 2010

The One About the Blizzards

I am not sure if anyone who reads this (besides Kate S :) ) isn't a friend of mine already on Facebook.  So these photos may be old news.  Sorry - please keep reading.

Marylanders (no offense) are often made fun of due to the possible over-reaction to snow coming.  After living in Utah for over 4 years, we witnessed this first-hand.  We were newlyweds and new apartment dwellers in MD back in 1980-SOMETHING and one night we got a ton of snow.  The parking lot of our apartment complex had not been plowed much.  We were shocked about that, but more shocked that Hubby did not have to go to work!  NO work? Are you serious?

Those who are offended, relax and keep reading...

I didn't have a job yet, so we were happy to have a free day together!  Awesome - let's go shopping!  We dug out the car.  We drove to the mall and it was....closed.  We went to the grocery store, and it was....closed.  Mind you, we did not own a t.v. at this point.  It's true - NO T.V.  We obviously were young and free and not attached to the Weather Channel - OH wait, it didn't exist yet....

After a semester of driving to Springville, Utah from BYU to student teach 5th graders, every early morning regardless of weather with ne'er a delay nor a closing,  I was in disbelief.  And yet....I thought, ,"hmm.  I could get used to this!!".

I have now been a Marylander longer than I ever was an Arizonan or a Utahn.  Weird.  I have adapted.  I do however stay stalked up on toilet paper and milk so as to not have to brave the storm, so to speak, to fight for those items in the store.  I do have my pride.

These storms beat them all - not an overreaction, however - Marylanders could generally just kinda plan ahead better, don't you think?  Seriously - the hoarding at the grocery stores need not be necessary.

No offense intended, again. Really - and I mean it.


L has been home from school for a week now.  Hubby has been off work for a week as well.  He will work Saturday and on President's Day.  All my work has been non-doable as well.  And I mean my work at home as well as my work-from-home- JOB.  No traveling with it either - everywhere I  needed to go was closed.  I tried to be productive and I enjoyed the "down time" as well.   This kind of weather will do that to ya. 
Now for a few photos - first of Blizzard #1:


And now, Blizzard #2 - a few short days later:

Pushing snow out the window off of the roof above the porch - amazing!



And, after it is all over.....more shoveling.
 
 
 
 Still, my heart beats for the desert sun.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Photo Guilt Relief

As I've mentioned, January is a bittersweet month for me.  This week I have tried to actually utilize those lists I make - I did pretty well.  Letting go of guilt over what I don't get done, and trying to feel positive about what I DO accomplish is my never-ending issue.

To help with that, I am trying to deal with all of the scrapbooking/keepsake organizing that I don't do.  DO NOT ask me how much of my own children's scrapbookng is done.  I won't answer you.  The last post I  made here shows that I am trying to work that out in a way that is positive and organized, and will still bring them joy into their adult years. 

I did really well last year taking a lot of photos.  I know I won't scrapbook that many of them.  I decided to use my Shutterfly membership and will make a photobook for last year.  Today I uploaded all of my 2009 photos to the website.  I will be ready to make that book any time now!  I hope to continue the tradition each year to come.

Awesome.  You'll have to WAIT to see it, though....

Sunday, June 21, 2009

A Salute To Dad

This is my father – Dono Chester Brinkerhoff.

Funny name, huh? Back in “those” days they let their old aunties name their kids. HEY – nieces and nephews, what about it?? Who knows what Dono means or where it came from. He mostly went by “D.C.” or “Brink”.


I have mixed memories of my childhood and my relationship with him, but for this post, I will focus on the positive. I remember my dad nick-naming everyone and everything. I was “Sweety-Hearta”. He loved animals (ok, he also loved to hunt so that’s a “different” kind of love). He let me ride a horse by myself at the age of 4 – Mom didn’t know about it. He bought me Squirt from his Coke machine every time I went to his “shop” (he built homes, so his shop is where he made everything from cabinetry to duct work). He let me “fix” his hair. He built me the most beautiful playhouse. He was an amazing gardener. He could build or fix anything. He was a perfectionist. He could organize anything from a desk to a huge Elders Quorum party. He could BBQ! He had beautiful blue eyes and a sheepish, handsome grin. He was a great dancer and was often “the life of the party”. Whether he knew how to show it well or not, he adored his children.

The main thing I remember about Dad was his love for this country. I remember watching tears flow down his cheeks during the Star-Spangled Banner, and on every patriotic holiday. Our flag flew outside our home on every appropriate occasion.

As a young man in his early 20s, he joined the Army Air Corps at the beginning of World War II. He was sent to the Pacific to be an airplane mechanic. A few months after arriving in the Philippines, the Japanese overtook the island and he was captured. He was a Prisoner of War for the duration of the war – about 4 ½ years, as I understand it. His stubbornness, no doubt due to his German blood, and his pioneer heritage aided him in surviving, and to bringing him home alive.

He rarely could communicate with his family. They went months and months without knowing whether he was alive or dead. Any communication he was able to send was obviously as a guard watched over him,so it is doubtful that his health was “topnotch” as he

wrote here,

and as you can see in this photo.


The beatings, mistreatment, starvation, diseases, and much worse I am sure caused him health problems for the rest of his life. He had back problems, high blood pressure, and much more. As a result, he had a heart attack at the young age of 52. I was only 12. His heart had stopped, but it was started up again at the hospital and he was put on life support. After weeks of being in a coma, he came around slowly but never returned to his real self. His brain had been without oxygen for so long that his memories of many things, and abilities to do certain tasks, were gone. It was almost like someone with Alzheimer’s. He lived the rest of his life in a V.A. hospital, or adult care center. The Daddy I knew was gone. He lived that way for 21 more years.

I tell this story for a reason today.


Another thing I remember about my father was his hate for Communism. He read books about it, discussed it with others from time to time. He gave his whole life for this country. That resulted in my brothers and I losing a part of ours – losing our father before his time. Our children never got to fish with him, dance with him, sing with him, or laugh with him. They only saw Grandpa Dono as a strange old man who couldn’t remember anything.


To honor my father, and to trust in his instincts, I will be posting more political things on this blog. You may think I am becoming one of those “crazy” ladies who have nothing better to do. You may think I am a “right wing nut”. If you think either of those things, I ask you to open your mind, just in case I am correct. Just take a little chance. Both sides of the aisle in Congress are threatening our freedoms. I believe our President has plans that will take away the America as we know it. It is already happening. He has told us that this was his plan and that this is what he would do. Remember all that CHANGE? Were you listening? We cannot just sit and watch it happen any more.

Well, maybe you can, but I cannot.


I believe these are the days my father feared. What kind of daughter am I if I just watch it all happen and stay silent? What kind of mother am I if I don’t learn all I can about our nation’s history, then teach my children, although grown, about it and make sure they stay politically aware? What kind of daughter of God am I if I don’t do all I can to preserve the Free Agency that He has blessed me with?


I just hope to be the one I am supposed to be.



Dad is the handsome one with the big smile in the bottom of the photo. This appeared in the magazine, PhotoPlay, when Ingrid Bergman went to visit the soldiers recovering in the hospital after the war.


~and, to clarify, I am not right wing....nor a loon, but I am conservative.

Monday, May 25, 2009

25 on the 25th!

It's early in the morning on May 25th as I write this post. Today is our 25th wedding anniversary. Today I have been married for longer than I was single. Today.... I am not with Hubby, though, because he had a stinkin' work emergency. But that's ok - we planned ahead and celebrated by taking a trip away together last weekend (I'll post about that, too). I can deal.

We have spent a great deal of time, individually and together, reflecting on the last 25 years of our lives together. My main thoughts are simple-how very blessed I feel to have a solid marriage rooted in love and in the gospel of Jesus Christ, and the knowledge that marriage IS eternal. As I approach the "second half" - or more likely, the last third of my life, appreciation and longing for an eternal marriage with this man I love have deepened greatly.Although I may had already been introduced to Richard, I first really noticed him in a Testimony Meeting during Spring Semester at BYU in 1983. He had just been through a very challenging time - the rawness of the situation was reflected in his words and his tears. I knew that man had an unwavering testimony. I was deeply touched. I looked forward to seeing him in Sunday School where he immediately found ways to tease me and to make me laugh. More opportunities to laugh, share testimony, dance, and to play Midnight Frisbee came over the next few months and it gradually became very clear that he was the one for me! I always cringe (only because I feel embarrassed) a little when he publicly "waxes mushy" so I won't go into that too much more. However, as is traditional in the blogging world to make lists, would it not be tragic if I did not make a TOP 25 THINGS I LOVE about HUBBY on this great day of days??

I must comply. Here it is.


Top 25 Reasons to Love Richie

1. Honors the Priesthood of God, which he holds
2. Complete unselfishness
3. Vast gospel knowledge and understanding
4. Daily Bed Head – photo-worthy, actually
5. Sparkly blue eyes
6. Complete support to me in anything I attempt, ever
7. Dedication to me and to the kids
8. Love of little children
9. Deep love for the Savior
10. For not driving in neutral when I’m in the car
11. Lack of guile
12. SOO smart!
13. Cute ski nose
14. Silver Fox hair
15. Hobby is family
16. Desires to get better at home improvement – and he is!
17. Trusts in my decisions
18. NOT a clean freak (I didn’t used to like this….. I do now)
19. Only took 7 years to get garbage night right
20. King of being flexible
21. Always values my opinion
22. Lets me hog the remote
23. Sense of humor – there, I admitted it.
24. Taste in music – except for Joe Jackson
25. Constant, dedicated and unconditional love, every day, for all these years

Here's to 25 more, Rich!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

The Surprise Box

Have you ever gotten a box delivered to your house that came as a complete surprise? I can't say that I have (or that I remember...!) until a couple of days ago when this arrived:

I pondered, "What did I order?" What did Richard order?" , and "OOH, it's heavy!". I opened it to find this letter and kept reading until I figured out
who had sent it!



And then.... I looked inside..... and found PILES of scrapbooking supplies! Holy cow - I may never need to buy paper again! There are many pads of matching papers, die cut chip board, rub-ons, glitter letters of all colors, and cool puffy stickers! You wonder, did I win a contest?? Nope!


Kent is the KING of GCD Studios - a very successful international businessman I am guessing! He sent this to me just for fun! He and his wife, Juliett, were newlyweds when we lived in South Korea in the early 90s. They were there to survive and to have adventures. We had them over a lot for weekends, for meals, and to play with our wild children. They even babysat for us. They blessed our lives already in so many ways. We haven't seen them for many, many years but exchange Christmas cards every year and have hopes of getting together one of these days. And now, this fun box blessed us again!
Thanks, Kent!
Now I better go and make some stuff, huh?

So, girls, check their products out and support this great company!!

~~a thank you also for all the loving comments, emails, and thoughts coming our way after posting about Les. We appreciate it so very much.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

9-11 Memories


Seven years ago at about this time right now, I had just gotten home from walking Les two blocks away to her Elementary School. I turned on the TV to see what crazy things Regis and Kelly were up to this morning. A dark and scary feeling came over me as I began to watch the news on every channel focused on New York City, and trying to wrap my brain around the events taking place. I was glued; I didn’t leave the room. My mind started to race as the “talking heads” were speculating what might happen next, and reporting what the experts figured out what was happening next.


I realized that perhaps government buildings would be targeted – the Pentagon had been hit. Richard had worked there for a few months not too long before this. There was one plane still missing – where was it? Was it headed towards other government buildings? Richard was at work IN a tall, mirrored-window building. I had to talk to him to be sure he was ok. I called his work number – the call didn’t go through. I called and called and called as I worked myself up more into panic mode. I finally got an answer – I told him what was on TV. He hadn’t heard about it yet – they turned on their TVs.


So, what do I do about my kids? Because no one really knew the extent of what was going to happen, some irrational thoughts climbed into my head. Living as far from DC as we do, I was pretty sure they were safe. But I was worried about what they were seeing or learning at school – would they be worried about their dad? Did I need to comfort them? Hopefully the schools were smart enough to not let the word out yet to the students.

Brian’s wasn’t – he was in a 7th grade Shop class with the TV on for some reason. His shop teacher was in the Army Reserves and felt the need to see what was happening (he later went to Iraq at the very beginning of the war). Brian watched the whole thing. I finally convinced myself that I knew he was a stable enough kid that he would be ok to stay the rest of the day at school. And, he was. If I remember correctly, the schools did dismiss the kids early that day, though.


What about our emotional Les? If other kids were panicking, she would be also. Would her school keep the word quiet? Well, good ol’ Carroll County moms, who probably were related to many federal workers just like us, began walking and driving to pick their kids up early from school. I resisted as long as I could, but I succumbed and went and pulled her out. She was clueless – just trying to figure out why all the kids were leaving. So, I admit, I added to the panic that day. It was hard not to – I had never felt so afraid.


Now, what to do about Richard? Is he still safe? I needed him to be HOME. I needed to feel safe. I needed to have my family around me. After calling and calling and calling again, I got him back on the phone and asked him to please come home. He got permission and after driving through many traffic jams of fathers and mothers hurrying home to loved ones, he finally arrived. I felt some relief.

Phone calls came in from all over the country from family and friends to check on us – was Richard still working at the Pentagon? Thankfully he was not. We were glued to the news for the rest of the day, and for many days following. Richard continued to remind me that if I panicked, if I stayed afraid or changed my way of life, then the terrorists won. Life has not been the same since.


So today, on the anniversary of one of the worst days in American History, I decided to flip through the news channels to see their coverage today. Thankfully, Fox News and CNN were covering the commemoration events around the East Coast. Not surprisingly, but sadly, The Today Show had Matt Lauer cooking with some clueless chef outside of Rockefeller Plaza. They should be ashamed. And again, sadly, they probably are not.


I, for one, am grateful for all who fight for our country and work to keep us safe. America, the beautiful, continues on.


Monday, August 11, 2008

Who Has a 20-Year Old??

I am not longer the mother of a teenage son - Elder T.'s 20th birthday was today! So, instead of making him a cheesecake, or a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cake, or a Batman cake, or a Spiderman cake, or a Pokemon cake, or a Phoenix Suns cake, or......(Well, those are the main ones I remember - and they were gorgeous if I do say so myself) whatever, I mailed him a cake mix with canned frosting (ew - yes, I am a frosting snob) so he could make his own cake today. I think I now have 20 years of worry-wrinkles on my face to prove it all - and grateful for everyone of them.


I hope the next 20 years are the best yet for him, and for me.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Back to School

Back to School for Who?

Or is it “whom” (I obviously need school!!) … Well, anyway, it is ME – I am back in Grad School. I have not taken a Graduate course since 1998. I am now enrolled at University of Phoenix taking courses online to work towards renewing my Teacher Certification. I am a bit overwhelmed, but I am sure I will survive.

So, how is “going to school” different from when I was an undergrad at BYU?

~COMPUTERS! Oh my gosh – what nightmares I still have of retyping papers on those good ol’ typewriters (google it, kids – they really did exist). So much “White-out”!!

~SEMESTER LENGTH – Shorter than BYU Summer term – 3 credits in 3 weeks! Now, that is quick!

~GOING TO CLASS – I “go” to class by logging in online at least two times a week. Hopefully I won't have bad dreams about "forgetting" to go to class, like I still have about my BYU days.

~TEXTBOOK – my textbook is on Adobe Reader! Oh my gosh – How do I highlight the good stuff? Haven’t figured that out yet….

~CLASS PARTICIPATION – I “participate” by chatting with class members in the Chat Room, and by commenting at least 4 times a week on discussion questions. What a concept!!

~DATING – ok, no dating now – I already have the man.

~ROOMMATES – this sweet feline is mine - Charlotte obviously needed a little attention today, just like some of my former roommates!
Such distractions – just like the old days!

I am sure there are many other ways that things are different than in 1980-something. If I think of more, I’ll let you know.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Bonding Through Pie Tradition

For my daughter, Les, and for my dear nieces Linsey, Genevie, Evani and Bailee, Kristy, nieces-in-law Colleen and Stacy, and great-nieces Tyler, Hayden, McKenzy, Jayden and Navi (forgive any mis-spellings). And, for any of my Tait nieces or nieces-in-law who make care, too!

When I was 16, I had a momentary desire to learn domestic skills from my Mom (“Mayma” to all you grandkids…). It was the 4th of July, and our Mesa 25th Ward was having an old fashioned picnic at a park. I wanted to take something and enter it into one of the contests. My grandmother, whom we called Dee Dee, and Mom were well known for their amazing apple pies. I wanted to follow the tradition and learn how to make their “famous” recipes. Mom took the time that morning to teach me how.

A couple of things happened as a result. One, I won 1st place in the pie baking contest – I beat all of the older ladies in the ward. I was quite proud of that, especially since it was my first try. Second, a family tradition was continued on and mothers and daughters bonded. Mom made me feel so good about my achievement, and from then on said that my pies were way better than hers, and much prettier. That was not true, but it certainly boosted my confidence a bit.

At least once a year or so, during most years, I have made at least one apple pie. I always make a BIG mess, and the bottom crust almost always tears, and I then begin praying that the top crust does not. Regardless, I always enjoy the experience and it always takes me back to the days of making them with Mom. I made one yesterday morning for our July 4th Barbeque. I missed my mom, and grandmother who have been “on the other side” for many years now. But I also began thinking about my sweet daughter, wonderful nieces and great-nieces. I missed them all so much. I realized that this tradition needed to be passed on. Since I live across the country from them, I thought I would blog about it and share some of those wonderful pie-making secrets given to me that day by Mayma.

I am not going to give every step to making a pie – you will have to learn some of that on your own (OR, ask me to teach you sometime when we are together because I would be more than happy to do so. That offer stands for any friends as well). I will share the important parts that these women, raised with Pioneer roots, had learned from their mothers. And, I will include the recipes as well.

The only shortcut that Mayma took was to buy her apples canned – Comstock pie apples. NO, NEVER canned pie filling, but just canned apples. However, the last few years out here on the East Coast they are nowhere to be found. So, I bought about 5 Granny Smith apples and cut up 6 cups of thinly sliced pieces and added that to the rest of the pie mixture.

The recipe for the Apple Pie Filling is:

1 can pie apples (OR enough thinly sliced pie baking apples, like Granny Smith, to make 6 cups)

¾ c. white sugar

½ c. brown sugar

2 TBSP flour

½ - 1 tsp cinnamon

dash nutmeg

1 TBSP lemon juice

1 TBSP butter (to dab around the top of the mixture right before putting on the top crust)

Let the mixture sit on the counter while you make the crust – the juices start to work and it gets juicier and yummier by the minute.

Now the pie crust:

1 ½ c. flour

½ tsp. salt

Cut in ½ cup rounded, of shortening with knives!

Add ½ c. icy cold water

When shortening is “cut” into the flour and salt mixture, we don’t use a pastry cutter – oh no no no. We use TWO knives and literally “cut” up the shortening until it is in tiny pea sized shapes, or smaller. No, they really do not have to be round like a pea!

You will be adding ICE-cold water – not lukewarm, not cold, but ICE cold. Yes, it matters.

It is important to remember that when mixing the dough, you must mix it together as little as possible, because the less you handle it, the more flaky your crust will be. It is a challenge to get the exact right amount of flour and shortening, because if one of them is off, this happens:

Yes, my bottom layer did tear – I still have a bit of trouble!

Another trick is in the “fluting” of the edges – here is how Mayma very carefully taught me how:

Doesn’t it look pretty?

To help the pie to brown and to be slightly crunchy on top, you must put a little milk in a dish, and then gently brush it on the top with your pastry brush. Then, sprinkle it with cinnamon and sugar. YUM!!

I baked mine a tad too long and it got a little too brown, but hey, that won’t affect the taste! Looks like the top layer did end up tearing a bit, but that’s ok. It gives it “character”, right? (that's even Mom's old pie cooling rack....)

Well, I am sure that yours will be much more beautiful and tastier than mine – just like Mom told me.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Happy Anniversary to US!


Twenty-four years ago today at 10:30 a.m., with 113° heat outside, we were married in the Mesa, Arizona LDS temple. Here is the checklist from my journal listing the qualities I was looking for in the man I hoped to find and marry:



January 23, 1983 (4 months before meeting him!)
Eternal Companion Check List
~honors priesthood
~has leadership qualities
~Returned Missionary (espanol??)
~my best friend
~sense of humor
~treats me like a queen and with respect
~wants to understand me and DOES
~interested in other people’s welfare – sincere
~has knowledge of the gospel
~ambitious
~honest










Except for speaking Spanish, my sweet eternal companion hits every mark, and more. I am “Richly” blessed. I love you, Richie!

Monday, March 24, 2008

Falling Over Inside Out

As I have stated here before, one of my favorite things to do is to sing in my car with my family. Richard and I have been doing that since we started dating – originally singing to Billy Joel and of course, Kenny Loggins. We have also always been drawn to unusual groups with unique harmony, such as The Nylons, Take 6, Manhattan Transfer, just to name a few. It must stem from when I was in a group called “ The Beauty Shop Quartet” when I was in high school.

Our current favorite group is Inside Out, an LDS group of men that formed at BYU during their years with BYU Men’s Chorus. We bought one of their CDs several years ago, which rapidly became a favorite to listen to on family trips and on Sundays. We have since bought almost every one they have produced, and were lucky enough to see them perform live at the Washington, DC Visitors Center a few years ago.

This past summer we took our last vacation before Brian left on his mission. We flew out west and rented a car, and drove all over Nevada, Utah, Idaho, and Arizona. We purchased two of IO’s newest CDs – Sharing Time and Experience. Sharing Time is their unique take on many Primary songs, with one or two originals they wrote. Believe me, once you hear their version of “Once There Was a Snowman”, you will never go back!

We now have great memories of family vacations attached to these songs. Isn’t if funny how music affects us in that way? Music is a true gift from Heavenly Father, and this group uses it in such a great way to bring humor and spirit to our lives.

Take a listen to a few of there songs here. If you enjoy music as a family, or even just for yourself, consider adopting this groups as one of your favorites, too.