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Blogging vs. Facebook

No question, blogging is the far better means of communicating. Yes, it is fun to see profiles of people whose memories we cherish but blogging is a means to journal.

Labor Day Weekend (actually Labour Day in Canada but I can't bring myself to write it like that.)

We are in Edmonton this evening with the Brewertons. It is a weekend of games and bar-b-ques. (You all should be so lucky as to be treated to a Brewerton/Jackson bar-b-que.) Lee is a gourmet cook, Kristy can prepare anything and Gerry, well we all know what she does in the kitchen.

We went to church this morning in the Bears Paw Ward in south Edmonton. (The Brewertons home ward.) It is full of people from our past. Sister Helen Stringham was the first person we saw and my memories of their family is precious. Brother Murray Stringham (who passed away earlier this year) was my bishop when I went on my mission. I have a vivid memory of sitting on the edge of his bed, as he suffered through the first of many very serious illnesses, the day I was to leave and we shared tears together. Later we sat next to each other on a high council and hold each other in the highest regard.

Cec Purves is in the ward, one of our former bishops. Bishop Olsen, the kids current bishop is a long-time friend. The Champions, instrumental in Gerry's conversion and my favorite Sunday School teacher ever, are always there to greet. Of course it is home to Ronn and Wendy Gibb and many of their children, bff. It is full of friends.

This afternoon, I went to Sherwood Park to attend church with old friends and sister Susan and brother Harry. It is always emotional for me simply because I consider that time in our lives as the most influential in our development as a family. I always get a number of hugs and remember my friends there as dear forever. In fact, I still consider it home. (I may have made a contribution to the community as I ran a yellow light and noticed it had a camera.)

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Carly and Jesse are in Provo, setting up their new apartment. They are just west of the Joseph Fielding Smith Fieldhouse, overlooking the tennis courts and golf practice area. This also puts them a couple of hundred yards from the Brick Oven, one of our favorite noshing establishments. (It used to be Heaps of Pizza, back when we were young.)

Andrew

Has completed his summer work in Dallas, TX and is now on his way home. The outstanding speeding ticket warrant in Amarillo, TX doesn't seem to worry him but we hope he doesn't experience any need to persuade a peace officer that he will look after it forthwith.

Andrew is at that point in his life where he is wrestling with his whole life. He desires to know what is in store for him and we are on the sidelines cheering for the very best. We know of his goodness and for that he will be blessed. After many long years, I know that education always helps and hope that he is of that opinion as well. Good luck, son.

Summary

And Finally (I Use Quotation Marks a Great Deal). Have you noticed?

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