Richard’s jobs

We’ve been a family for 21 years, and Richard continues to remember and tell us about different jobs he has had. We’ll drive by a pizza place and he’ll say, “I worked at a pizza place once.” Or we will walk into a print shop and he can talk the lingo because he “worked a summer at Kinko’s.” Recently I found a paper where I had jotted down a master list of all the jobs he could remember one day. I am sure there are more, but this is a start.

  1. First job: Babysitting twice a week
  2. As a 15 year old, he cleaned offices at The Daily Spectrum in Cedar City.
  3. Through a temp agency, he got a job working for Moore Business Forms where he loaded boxes and printed things.
  4. In St George, he worked at The Spectrum inserting ads into papers from 11 pm-3 am on weekends. Sometimes the job went until 6 am. He would come to church at 8 am with blackened hands from all of the newspapers he’d handled all night.
  5. He packaged software for shipping.
  6. For six weeks he worked at Little Caesars Pizza until he found something better.
  7. He worked concessions at the Dixie Center making nachos.
  8. He was a parts delivery guy for the Steven Wade Auto Dealership.
  9. He had a summer job at Kinko’s Copies and he loved it.
  10. He tried a landscaping job in the middle of the summer, digging trenches for two weeks in Ivins.
  11. At the Market Basket grocery store he bagged groceries and stocked shelves.
  12. At BYU he worked in the bug lab with Dr. Baumann, “picking bugs” (larvae). This man knows his Mayflies, Stone flies, and Caddis flies.
  13. As a TA for an electrical engineering class, he graded papers, tests, and homework.
  14. As a lab TA for an engineering class he helped students with their circuit design.
  15. During his graduate studies, he worked in the FPGA lab at BYU as a research assistant for Dr. Hutchings.
  16. For two summers he worked as an intern at Los Alamos National Laboratory, programming with LabView. The first year he worked on the superconducting super collider. The next year he worked on a cytometer, a cell sorting/measuring instrument.
  17. He worked at National Instruments for 8 years in Austin.
  18. He worked at Raytheon Missile Systems for 7 years in Tucson.
  19. He works at L-3 Communications now.

I am thankful for Richard’s abilities and interests. I am thankful that he has a desire to work. I see his sacrifices for our family. For many years, he has left very early, before most of us are awake, to drive a long way and work a long day. We are a team, and while it’s his paycheck that pays for everything, I know that because I am home he doesn’t have to worry about many things.  I can’t remember a morning when he didn’t kiss me goodbye before he walked out the door. When he comes home to a meal and an orderly house, it’s because I respect what he offers our family. The kids always leave the last cookie for Dad. It’s the least we can do for a guy who has worked so hard for so long.

?Richard read this post and told me that I missed one. He worked at another print shop, making the number an even 20.

Last week of May

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The last week of May has passed. Richard and Timothy spoke in church. We watched Daniel’s last bell choir concert, had a rocket launch, house guests, a belated birthday cake, a camp out, watched the neighbor kids, and did some gardening. Paige came home for the weekend and I thought we would have a girls’ night on Friday, but the teens came home early from the fathers and sons camp to sleep. We are all worn out from the last weeks of school.

Richard finished the electrical switches for our new fan in the living room and Daniel unearthed all of the offending sprinkler pipe and heads that didn’t make it through the winter. He set out flags around the neighborhood in the early morning hours of Memorial Day. Mark and his friend Adam sold cookies and lemonade for two days on a corner and Mark came home with $15 and a sunburn. Daniel played the piano for seminary graduation.

I cut everyone’s hair while Richard watched Tora, Tora, Tora!, which has a script not unlike an episode of The Flintstones, but gave us the Memorial Day feeling. Paige won for the most hair lost, maybe 8-9 inches. There was smoked chicken, potato salad, and corn on the cob. A Masterpiece Classic movie played on some evenings, and I finished one of the latest Mitford novels. I seem to need those when I am serving in Relief Society.

My least favorite things to read or write on a blog are lists of family activities. However, these little things are important, especially as I see the family beginning to disperse on the wind to college, work, and summer activities.

 

For A. And E.

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I finished this dolly last night after putting it off for a long time. Her hair was difficult; the dress wasn’t the exact shade I was trying to match; she kind of needs ears, but I didn’t stitch them; but mostly I am afraid to give it away because it  is a goodbye gift. When fears and perfectionism get in the way, I need to remember that life is short. I want this doll to be held and not be a symbol of my hesitation. I don’t want to live a life of beating back the call of my heart. I want to run, led by a spirit of generosity, breathless, to the lives of others.

Thanks for joining me for this personal pep talk. What generous things does your heart tell you to do? Do you find it challenging to do exactly what your heart tells you?

Prom, Concert, Bear

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The boys have reached some milestones and there have been a few nice windows into their lives recently. I am thankful for the things they have experienced during this school year, from academics and new responsibilities, to music, art, and friendships.

Daniel’s independence has always been high, but driving to school and up the freeway to work each day really seals it. He is a good listener and a steadying influence among his friends. It was a very different experience to send him to prom than it was to send Paige. I was glad to have the kids spend some time at our house after the dance.

Timothy is 4-5 inches taller than he was last August. He is a true friend. The way he wears his sleeves at his concerts is just. too. cool.

Mark finished his 4th grade math and grammar over a month ago, so we forge ahead in the 5th grade books, even though we’d both rather be doing other things. He earned his Bear and we bought the big Webelos handbook so we are ready for new challenges.

Extremity

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(Image via Pinterest; originally from lisacongdon.com?)

I love comfort. I don’t like change, except maybe new knowledge or skills. Like a pebble in a stream, I want to find the perfect angle of repose, resting on the peaceful part of a gentle curve or at the bottom of a deep pool. But I am learning that my desire for quiet evenings wrapped in a soft blanket aren’t the best ground for my personal growth. It’s really in the extremities of my comfort zone that the Lord shows me what to do. Visiting, reaching out, praying for others besides myself, and being out of my comfortable house are my small sacrifices to gain the gift of charity. This enormous gift of charity is not proportional to my sacrifice, and it’s essential to the work.

A rock in the gentle part of the stream will become slimy, covered in algae, and certainly less beautiful as it just blends in to its surroundings. A rock, tumbling down the stream becomes smooth, clean, and beautiful. It may not be at rest; it may not be comfortable; but a tumbling pebble is moving forward with strength beyond its own. I am learning the ways of a tumbling pebble through some bumps, surges in speed, and lots of discomfort.

My goal is to reach out to someone every day. I knock on doors that I am pretty sure will not open. Sometimes it takes all my will to be brave and make a call or go to an event. I am not always successful, but I keep seeing that it’s in my extremity that I can be most helpful.

One day last week I had one unexpected hour without kids. I loaded my car with a few notes and papers to deliver. During this hour I was invited in to visit at two different houses. I learned that someone was in need of food and I helped with that. I prayed with someone. I saw the miracle of my time becoming magnified. I walked out of the second house the very minute I needed to get home to my kids, without needing to tell the person I was in a hurry. Later that evening, I felt like I needed to deliver one more thing. Once again I didn’t have much time, and I had already been out visiting, but I walked out of the house anyway. Immediately  the person I saw said, “I was hoping I could talk to you. I just found out we need some help…. ”

I fail more than I succeed, but I can see that it’s truly the Lord that guides and fuels this work of helping others. And that lesson is much better than my limited, comfortable version of the good life.

Mom, there’s a stuffed rooster in the drawer.

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My dad hid this for laughs in a chest of drawers we inherited. And we did laugh, until we realized one of us was going to have to get it out of there.

Do you see the dismembered talon? I picked that up with a Kleenex. And I call myself a zoology major…

The Spencer and Stewart tradition of hanging stuffed pheasants over doorways will likely end with this generation.

(Whuuuurghaaaack)

Two groups of friends

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One thing I have been surprised to see is how our kids have found friends from the same families. The families don’t live close to us; the siblings don’t hang out together; they don’t attend the same schools; our boys have just found similar temperaments and interests in these friends. One night last week, several of them crossed paths at our house. I am thankful that they have good friends.

History was made.

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I won a game. I actually won a game for the first time in my life. Maybe I don’t hate games, after all. (Inner voice: Let’s not be hasty, Angela.)

Mark’s baseball game got rained out last night so we had a game night for family home evening instead. We said we’d only play for an hour, but we all wanted to keep playing beyond that, ignoring electronic devices and bedtime.

Since Paige moved away, family home evening has been a little disjointed. It’s been harder. She is the one in the family to remind us about traditions. Our lessons have been of lower quality. Many nights this year we have just read and talked about scriptures without extra preparation.Even if we don’t have planned activities, if we’re in the scriptures, I call it a win.

A favorite lesson lately came from the New Era from last May and June. There were questions to interview parents, such as what was it like growing up? What was your worst date?….etc.

There are a lot of family home evenings to plan over the 30 years we have to raise our children. We’ve got 8 more years, but around 20 are gone. Did we do enough? Probably not. But we keep trying.

Mothers Day thoughts

Motherhood is important to me and I’ve written a lot about it. Here are some posts from the past that tell some of the story. Don’t read them all. That would be ridiculous. Happy Mothers Day!

Veiled Memories: Our children will forget the specifics, but we will not.

They Looked to their Mothers: The best honors go to mothers.

In the Afternoon Sun: What I think about while I am doing housework.

Our First Teen Party: for laughs

The Stroller: for a little cry

Loneliness: You’re going to be lonely, but it can be a catalyst for growth.

A Memory of a Summer Afternoon: One of my favorite phrases from my boys is, “Look, Mom!”

My Changing Role: nurturing and letting go

An Empty Frame: Our biggest work can’t be captured in a photograph.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Minivan: I love and always will love my minivan. No shame. It’s a great second home.

Little Men: Why I love raising boys.

A New World to Me: I’m a stage mom now?

Tomorrow I’ll Listen Better: Sometimes I am so busy that I neglect those for whom I am doing all of this.

Happy Mothers Day from the Kids: I am so glad that Richard recorded these little boys singing to me.

Family update

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    Richard is a busy Scoutmaster. One night he took Mark with his Scout troop to tour the State Capitol.
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Mark is in his last weeks as a Bear in Cub Scouts.
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Richard is doing an amazing job working with these boys. Recently, all of the deacons completed their requirements for Duty to God. The incentive? Doughnuts.
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Timothy participated in the school district band concert, the only trombone player from his band to be selected.
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Our tree erupted into masses of blossoms, its boughs weighed down in heroic efforts to be lovely. Seriously, we have never seen such blossoms on our magnificent tree.
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We watched our nephew for a couple of weeks and we resurrected the toys and board books from storage to entertain him.
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Mark is our only baseball player this season, and from now on. If the pitch is good you can count on him to get a hit.
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This is the ONLY quilting I have had time to do in a month, but this English Paper piecing project was mostly done by hand, while watching Fixer Upper on Netflix.
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Paige moved out of the dorms and into a little apartment on University Avenue owned by my parents. She is attending school this summer. Over the past few weeks we learned that she received a full scholarship and was accepted into two art programs. She declared her major to be Illustration. Sorry, Paige if I have this project oriented the wrong way. I love it in any direction.
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This is an old picture, but Daniel is elusive. Busy with a new job as a clerk at Geneva Rock, playing piano, and studying for an AP test, he has many interesting conversations with friends about Prom coming up in a few weeks.
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Photo by Janine Clarke. When I looked at this picture of our Relief Society choir, the first thought was, a stranger would never guess that the little woman with the messy ponytail on the back row is serving as the Relief Society president. I don’t look presidential. I am young. When I sang in this choir I trembled and thought I was going to fall over from fright. See how weak I am? My calling is hard. I hear sad things and the hardest thing is that I want to run to people all the time, but I can’t and shouldn’t. I am not the solution to anybody’s problems, but I do think I can point them to the real solutions in Christ. I do this with hugs, meals, visits, notes, teaching, and prayer. So much of what I do is on my own, but my counselors and secretary are the very best and hold me up in countless ways, whether it’s encouraging words, powdered sugar late at night, driving, taking over when I am too busy with family emergencies, and teaching me. They also make me laugh. I didn’t know them when I asked for them to be in my presidency, but my Father in Heaven knew I needed them.

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My Grandmother’s Obituary

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Photo by Rachel Gee. We attended Richard’s dad’s 80th birthday party in St George. Good times.