Originally Posted September 11, 2004 by Mags
Comments: Digging for Prairie Dogs
Dear Margaret,
You've seen a lot of evidence related to the passing of the Lewis and Clark Corps of Discovery. Seems you and Chad are a smalleer corps of discovery finding out many new things about the land and all that goes on in connection with the land but also discovering new things about yourselves.
The tiredness has got to me complicated by the alergies. Mom said you were talking on the phone as you soaked in the tub in your first motel since leaving Provo. Well you certainly deserve the motel stop. I sincerely hope your can recuperate sufficiently that the riding can be a pleasure along with a supreme effort.
Our ward's Western Picnic which Mom and I and other members of our ward missionary committee were in charge of turned out to be a wonderful success last Saturday, September 11th. George Korologos's lamb cooked on a spit was done in the Greek Festival tradition and even his father, a life time Greek Orthodox practitioner, said the picnic was more fun than a Greek Festival. George is one of our recent convert baptisms helped through the conversion process by Lew Chappell who preceeded me as ward mission leader. We had about 25 Dutch Oven dishes with a huge variety of foods including some bread that I cooked. There were games for kids and adults including two of the "western" blow up slides, a calf roping station where kids could sit on saddles and rope a wooden animal, rodeo events with stick horses, and lots of other games that our own grandkids loved too. We also had line dancing that Mom and I participated in led by the young women and their leaders. The high light for me was putting up the large handcart pioneer family painting (40 X 30 feet) and our large American flag. The flag was significant because Mom, our MC, lead us in singing the National Anthem, invited a young man to lead us in the pledge and then called on me to lead the gathering in prayer of thanksgiving and tribute to those whose lives are now in harms way and those whose lives have been taken because of political strife. It was a moving experience in part because a number of our non member neighbors were present. It was a moment of sharing deep commitments and feelings. Like some have said there is much more to celebrate that we hold in common than those differences which divide us. Any way the event ended on a high note of Dutch oven coblers and icecream.
I saw the twins last night. There were laying face to face in their hospital setting with all the tubes that sustain them with food and oxegen and also monitor their vital signs. There continues to be progress but it is slow, Glory and Logan are working so hard to help them survive and while it is very taxing they are encouraged. The nurse was really neat with Natasha and Matthew. She let them use the stethscope to listen to the babies hearts and their own. Natasha wants to be a doctor or a nurse.
We congratulate you on your 3,000th mile. We continue to pray for your health, safety, enjoyment, and for the wind to be at your backs.
Love, Dad
Posted by Carl Harris at September 13, 2004 06:12 AM
You've seen a lot of evidence related to the passing of the Lewis and Clark Corps of Discovery. Seems you and Chad are a smalleer corps of discovery finding out many new things about the land and all that goes on in connection with the land but also discovering new things about yourselves.
The tiredness has got to me complicated by the alergies. Mom said you were talking on the phone as you soaked in the tub in your first motel since leaving Provo. Well you certainly deserve the motel stop. I sincerely hope your can recuperate sufficiently that the riding can be a pleasure along with a supreme effort.
Our ward's Western Picnic which Mom and I and other members of our ward missionary committee were in charge of turned out to be a wonderful success last Saturday, September 11th. George Korologos's lamb cooked on a spit was done in the Greek Festival tradition and even his father, a life time Greek Orthodox practitioner, said the picnic was more fun than a Greek Festival. George is one of our recent convert baptisms helped through the conversion process by Lew Chappell who preceeded me as ward mission leader. We had about 25 Dutch Oven dishes with a huge variety of foods including some bread that I cooked. There were games for kids and adults including two of the "western" blow up slides, a calf roping station where kids could sit on saddles and rope a wooden animal, rodeo events with stick horses, and lots of other games that our own grandkids loved too. We also had line dancing that Mom and I participated in led by the young women and their leaders. The high light for me was putting up the large handcart pioneer family painting (40 X 30 feet) and our large American flag. The flag was significant because Mom, our MC, lead us in singing the National Anthem, invited a young man to lead us in the pledge and then called on me to lead the gathering in prayer of thanksgiving and tribute to those whose lives are now in harms way and those whose lives have been taken because of political strife. It was a moving experience in part because a number of our non member neighbors were present. It was a moment of sharing deep commitments and feelings. Like some have said there is much more to celebrate that we hold in common than those differences which divide us. Any way the event ended on a high note of Dutch oven coblers and icecream.
I saw the twins last night. There were laying face to face in their hospital setting with all the tubes that sustain them with food and oxegen and also monitor their vital signs. There continues to be progress but it is slow, Glory and Logan are working so hard to help them survive and while it is very taxing they are encouraged. The nurse was really neat with Natasha and Matthew. She let them use the stethscope to listen to the babies hearts and their own. Natasha wants to be a doctor or a nurse.
We congratulate you on your 3,000th mile. We continue to pray for your health, safety, enjoyment, and for the wind to be at your backs.
Love, Dad
Posted by Carl Harris at September 13, 2004 06:12 AM
