I meant to relate this story from our family vacation to San Francisco.
While we were driving on Saturday or Sunday (I can’t remember which day now), Eliana was entertaining herself by singing.
As part of her dialogue, she continued, “And now for our next selection: I don’t want to be part of this family any more.” Then she started singing the lyrics, “I don’t want to be part of this family any more…”
I had to interrupt her at that point to ask if I heard her correctly. I just started laughing. Then we had a little discussion about why she was singing that song. She couldn’t really justify it. No doubt she was annoyed by something. She’s kind of particular, that one. I think she got that from one of her parents, but I won’t say which one.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Uncle Lynn's obituary
The following obituary was created last night by my Aunt Sarah, cousins Steve and Lisa, and their families. We invited their families over for dinner so they didn’t have to worry about food last night. Today many of them are headed to Richfield to continue preparations for Uncle Lynn’s funeral next week.
The obituary will be published in The Richfield Reaper and I’ll link to it once it’s printed.
Lynn C. Jensen
1930 – 2007
Lynn C. Jensen died in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 3, 2007. He was born in Richfield, Utah on June 13, 1930 to Vance Vernal Jensen and Myrtle Coffin. Lynn graduated from Richfield High School, class of 1948, then enlisted in the National Guard and later served in the Korean War from 1950 to 1952. He married Sarah Hilda Gates on October 11, 1952. The couple was sealed in the LDS Jordan River Temple on November 11, 1982.
After the army, Lynn attended barber school in Salt Lake City and worked several months at Steele Barber Shop in Salina. He worked for UDOT for nearly 30 years, retiring in 1983. He operated Jensen Pavement Striping which later became Sunrise Highway Painting from 1983 to 1996.
Lynn was a member of the Richfield Kiwanis Club and Southern Utah Off-Highway Vehicle Club where he served as a trail guide for more than 10 years. He was an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and served in many capacities. He loved hunting, fishing, ATV riding, gardening, spending time at his Fish Lake cabin, woodworking, collecting and polishing rocks, and especially loved spending time with his grandchildren and great granddaughter.
He is survived by his wife, Sarah; his children Steven Jensen (Judy) and Lisa Anderson (Don); four grandchildren, Amanda (Ariel Araujo), Jason, Maria and David; and great granddaughter SaraLynn. Survived by siblings Julia Oldroyd (Frank), Kathy Barney (Blaine), Russell Jensen (Diane), and Madeline Codella (Peter); sister-in-law Pauline Jensen and brother-in-law Sylvan Staples. Preceded in death by his parents, brothers Owen and Dane, and sisters Betty and Marjorie.
Funeral services will be held May 9, 2007 at Richfield 2nd Ward at 1 p.m. Viewing will be held May 8 from 7 to 8:30 p.m. at the Magleby Mortuary in Richfield and prior to the funeral services at the LDS chapel from 11 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. Internment in the Richfield City Cemetery.
The obituary will be published in The Richfield Reaper and I’ll link to it once it’s printed.
Lynn C. Jensen
1930 – 2007
Lynn C. Jensen died in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 3, 2007. He was born in Richfield, Utah on June 13, 1930 to Vance Vernal Jensen and Myrtle Coffin. Lynn graduated from Richfield High School, class of 1948, then enlisted in the National Guard and later served in the Korean War from 1950 to 1952. He married Sarah Hilda Gates on October 11, 1952. The couple was sealed in the LDS Jordan River Temple on November 11, 1982.
After the army, Lynn attended barber school in Salt Lake City and worked several months at Steele Barber Shop in Salina. He worked for UDOT for nearly 30 years, retiring in 1983. He operated Jensen Pavement Striping which later became Sunrise Highway Painting from 1983 to 1996.
Lynn was a member of the Richfield Kiwanis Club and Southern Utah Off-Highway Vehicle Club where he served as a trail guide for more than 10 years. He was an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and served in many capacities. He loved hunting, fishing, ATV riding, gardening, spending time at his Fish Lake cabin, woodworking, collecting and polishing rocks, and especially loved spending time with his grandchildren and great granddaughter.
He is survived by his wife, Sarah; his children Steven Jensen (Judy) and Lisa Anderson (Don); four grandchildren, Amanda (Ariel Araujo), Jason, Maria and David; and great granddaughter SaraLynn. Survived by siblings Julia Oldroyd (Frank), Kathy Barney (Blaine), Russell Jensen (Diane), and Madeline Codella (Peter); sister-in-law Pauline Jensen and brother-in-law Sylvan Staples. Preceded in death by his parents, brothers Owen and Dane, and sisters Betty and Marjorie.
Funeral services will be held May 9, 2007 at Richfield 2nd Ward at 1 p.m. Viewing will be held May 8 from 7 to 8:30 p.m. at the Magleby Mortuary in Richfield and prior to the funeral services at the LDS chapel from 11 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. Internment in the Richfield City Cemetery.
A day at the park
Yesterday Vickey and the kids spent a couple hours with our friends, the Nelsons, at the park. Here are a few photos from the outing.
Jungle gym Dominic
Dominic has learned from his sister that he can take the pillows off the family room couches and then pounce on them.
It doesn’t really matter how many times his parents ask him to leave the cushions alone. Both he and Eliana love to pile them up and take a running dive into them. Or they just climb up on the furniture and jump.
This is kind of like telling the kids not to eat in the family room. It’s one of those things that it just doesn’t matter how many times you tell them, they don’t listen.
So, if we’re ever headed to the hospital for stitches or to repair a broken bone, there’s a good chance the accident occurred while roughhousing, against parents’ wishes, in the family room.
It doesn’t really matter how many times his parents ask him to leave the cushions alone. Both he and Eliana love to pile them up and take a running dive into them. Or they just climb up on the furniture and jump.
This is kind of like telling the kids not to eat in the family room. It’s one of those things that it just doesn’t matter how many times you tell them, they don’t listen.
So, if we’re ever headed to the hospital for stitches or to repair a broken bone, there’s a good chance the accident occurred while roughhousing, against parents’ wishes, in the family room.
Manic Sunday
Those of you with young children know how things in the morning sometimes just don’t go according to plan.
I was at a leadership meeting last Sunday morning while Vickey was dutifully working to get herself and kids ready for church (she does this each week as I always have a meeting before the family goes to church).
I came home to find Eliana in the family room, ready to go. But Vickey and Dominic were nowhere to be seen. Come to find out, while eating his breakfast just a few minutes before Dominic decided to play with his food instead of eat it.
Here’s the damage.
Vickey was upstairs bathing and dressing Dominic then jumped in the shower to get herself ready with only 20 minutes left before church started. Amazingly we made it to church only a few minutes late.
I was at a leadership meeting last Sunday morning while Vickey was dutifully working to get herself and kids ready for church (she does this each week as I always have a meeting before the family goes to church).
I came home to find Eliana in the family room, ready to go. But Vickey and Dominic were nowhere to be seen. Come to find out, while eating his breakfast just a few minutes before Dominic decided to play with his food instead of eat it.
Here’s the damage.
Vickey was upstairs bathing and dressing Dominic then jumped in the shower to get herself ready with only 20 minutes left before church started. Amazingly we made it to church only a few minutes late.
San Francisco, day 4
On our final day in San Francisco we decided to be adventurous and seek out what everyone told us was “the best breakfast in San Francisco.” It was a small coffee shop called Dottie’s True Blue Café about seven blocks away from our hotel.
We walked with the kids in the brisk morning air for what seemed like 30 minutes. When we got there we found a long line of people waiting to get in (or course, it was a Sunday morning). Since we were committed to having a real San Francisco experience, we stuck it out, for about an hour (what were we thinking?). Vickey had to run to the corner grocery store to purchase a box of Frosted Flakes and some yogurt drinks for the kids, and I had to go on a couple walks with Dominic to keep him occupied. They weren’t really willing participants in the waiting-to-eat-breakfast line (and can you blame them?).
Nevertheless, we endured and enjoyed a very fine breakfast. I don’t know that I was overly impressed, but it was certainly good. At least we can say we’ve eaten there. Kind of like I can say I’ve gone up the Statue of Liberty. It’s worth the experience, once.
We managed to get a late check-out out of the hotel which gave us a little more time for our breakfast outing. Once we were back at the hotel we packed up and headed to the car at the nearby public parking garage (by the way, parking in the city was mucho expensivo). Here we are going across the crosswalk to the parking garage, each of us with our luggage in tow.
On our way out of town . . . well, it was really across town but we wanted to make one more stop there . . . we stopped at Boudin’s Bakery to purchase several bag-fulls of sourdough bread to bring back to Vegas. Here’s Eliana the next morning in the Bakersfield hotel room with her sourdough teddy bear, affectionately named Brittney.
When we were at Boudin’s we were so impressed with all the shapes and sizes of bread, so Vickey had to get a fun shaped loaf for Eliana.
We stopped in Livermore to spend a few hours with my old college roommate, John, and his family. It was great seeing him, Samantha, and their three girls. I remember when Caitlin, their oldest, was born. It’s strange to think that she’s 14 now, and nearly as tall as me.
Here are some photos of Eliana with the Theler girls, Abby, who shares Ellie’s same birth year, and Alisa, who’s a few years younger than Caitlin.
Thanks for treating us to lunch, Sam. It was great being in your home and catching up with you guys. (And sorry if I misspelled your girl’s names.)
We returned to Vegas late on Monday after making a few stops along the way. In fact, we stopped at our favorite Primm shop — the Williams-Sonoma | Pottery Barn | Hold Everything outlet — only to have Dominic pick up a ceramic platter and throw it across the store. Yes, we reluctantly had to pay for it. Then I took it out of his hide (just kidding).
We had a great family vacation in the City by the Bay. It seems like we crammed a lot of stuff into a few days. We’re sure glad the I-580 bridge was still in tact when we were traveling. It collapsed just one week after we drove over it.
Thanks to Vickey, our Pampered Chef superstar, for earning the trip!
We walked with the kids in the brisk morning air for what seemed like 30 minutes. When we got there we found a long line of people waiting to get in (or course, it was a Sunday morning). Since we were committed to having a real San Francisco experience, we stuck it out, for about an hour (what were we thinking?). Vickey had to run to the corner grocery store to purchase a box of Frosted Flakes and some yogurt drinks for the kids, and I had to go on a couple walks with Dominic to keep him occupied. They weren’t really willing participants in the waiting-to-eat-breakfast line (and can you blame them?).
Nevertheless, we endured and enjoyed a very fine breakfast. I don’t know that I was overly impressed, but it was certainly good. At least we can say we’ve eaten there. Kind of like I can say I’ve gone up the Statue of Liberty. It’s worth the experience, once.
We managed to get a late check-out out of the hotel which gave us a little more time for our breakfast outing. Once we were back at the hotel we packed up and headed to the car at the nearby public parking garage (by the way, parking in the city was mucho expensivo). Here we are going across the crosswalk to the parking garage, each of us with our luggage in tow.
On our way out of town . . . well, it was really across town but we wanted to make one more stop there . . . we stopped at Boudin’s Bakery to purchase several bag-fulls of sourdough bread to bring back to Vegas. Here’s Eliana the next morning in the Bakersfield hotel room with her sourdough teddy bear, affectionately named Brittney.
When we were at Boudin’s we were so impressed with all the shapes and sizes of bread, so Vickey had to get a fun shaped loaf for Eliana.
We stopped in Livermore to spend a few hours with my old college roommate, John, and his family. It was great seeing him, Samantha, and their three girls. I remember when Caitlin, their oldest, was born. It’s strange to think that she’s 14 now, and nearly as tall as me.
Here are some photos of Eliana with the Theler girls, Abby, who shares Ellie’s same birth year, and Alisa, who’s a few years younger than Caitlin.
Thanks for treating us to lunch, Sam. It was great being in your home and catching up with you guys. (And sorry if I misspelled your girl’s names.)
We returned to Vegas late on Monday after making a few stops along the way. In fact, we stopped at our favorite Primm shop — the Williams-Sonoma | Pottery Barn | Hold Everything outlet — only to have Dominic pick up a ceramic platter and throw it across the store. Yes, we reluctantly had to pay for it. Then I took it out of his hide (just kidding).
We had a great family vacation in the City by the Bay. It seems like we crammed a lot of stuff into a few days. We’re sure glad the I-580 bridge was still in tact when we were traveling. It collapsed just one week after we drove over it.
Thanks to Vickey, our Pampered Chef superstar, for earning the trip!
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