Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Strangers in a Strange Land

Tonight was Mutual/Scouts/Webelos/Young Women
Nothing unusual about that.
That's been a part of our routine for a good many years.
But when you are in a new place, you can't take for granted that you will just up and know everyone and where they live and who is where and what is what.
So, this evening, Shayla loaded up her bucket and sleeping bag and we set off for
Young Women/Mutual.
We had a phone number of the home where they were meeting.
So she called and got an address.
We confidently plugged the address into our trusty
GPS (we don't leave home without it!)
Then we drove all the way to the place where the
TRUSTY GPS
told us to stop:
"Destination on the right!"
Only one number was missing on the house. There where there should have been a six,
there was a blank spot. Odd.
But the GPS had not steered us wrong before.
So, Shayla took her bucket and sleeping bag in hand and went up to the door.
She rang the bell and waited.
We were a little early, but we thought there should be more cars. Hmmm.
She waited, and waited. I waited and waited.
Sam was anxious to get over to the church for his Boy Scout meeting.
Finally she trudged back to the car.
I picked up my phone and quickly dialed the number again.
I jumped in with:
"This is Sis. Gale. I'm sorry to bother you again, but I seem to have the wrong address."
I heard, "You have the wrong number. HELLO--you have the wrong number!"
Someone was probably wondering why a nun called her.
Just then, a ward member we recognized drove by and told us the house we were looking for was the next block up.
Shayla was mostly concerned about traipsing around with a bucket and sleeping bag, like a little vagabond. Nice way to introduce ourselves to the new town-folk.
We did finally make it to the right house, and everyone had buckets and sleeping bags because they are loading up their stuff for a trek on Friday. Oh yeah, we thought we were leaving the trekking behind in Washington! But some things are the same wherever you go!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

This Boy

Because this boy: Graduated from BYU with a 5-year degree in
Chemical Engineering...
We got to see this sweet family!

Seth got to celebrate his BIRTHDAY the night before graduation
with his WHOLE
ENTIRE
FAMILY!!!
(And the cute server wrote:"Happy Birthday"
in chocolate around his dessert plate)


We also got to "Ohhhh" and "Ahhhh" over
this Little Darlin'!
(And her Mama: the lovely, talented and patient, Nicole)



We got to see Siara and her Honey.
(They ran a Half-marathon the week before--WOW!)




Shane got to spend time acting silly with his big sister:
Shanna






AND with his big sister Shanna's cute, little, kitty:
Pip





Because This Boy makes us so VERY proud and happy--
we were thrilled to be there for this special
Milestone in his life!
And we hope to be together for many more in the lives of all
these boys and girls...
And when we are all done,
We hope to be together
FOREVER!








Monday, April 27, 2009

A Moving Experience

I have been a little busy lately trying to bring order to chaos--something I find very satisifying. Each box I empty is another step closer to making this house a home.

I am still mourning the loss of my pictures so I decided to paint a picture today with the proverbial "thousand words". Let's see how that goes!

Here you see the driveway of our cabin in Washougal the day we were leaving:
Note the hail on the ground in big drifts--
There is our car all loaded up with kids and all their
stuff. Sam is making a funny face and Seth looks very
serious. The cats are tucked into their carriers. They
look a little nervous.
The weather made it easier to look forward to California sun!
Next, a picture of the black cat. The kids decided to name him Tuna:
He's stretched up on the dashboard, looking out the
windshield as we drive. He seemed to enjoy the long drive in the car.
Here's a picture of the front of someone's car:
The youngsters took this picture in the parking lot of
a big gas station/fast food complex.
It's a poor bird that got hit and then stuck in a
perfect, wing-spread pose in the front grille.
Look at the pretty yellow feathers!
You're probably glad about now that that picture got lost!
Here's a picture of Lucy:
See his eyes glowing in the dark?
He jumped out of the car when we
stopped at our hotel on the 1st leg
of our journey. We tried to hook a leash
to his harness but he slipped away from us.
We were all so worried, but Sam caught him
and Dad put the leash back on.
The last rest stop before our new hometown:
Here you see a picture of a
beautiful sunset over the
ocean. Seth is the photographer.
Then, he took a picture of himself
with the sunset in the background.
And that concludes the word pictorial of our journey from our home in Washington,
to our new home in sunny California!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A Love/Hate Relationship

This post was supposed to be a pictorial on our recent migration from our long-time home in the Northwest to our new home in Southern California. I had lots of great pictures. I downloaded them to my computer.
Then they disappeared.
I admit I am not very computer savvy but I haven't had a problem with my pictures before. I really wanted the pictures back, so I went on HP's online live chat "Help". My cheerful helper was named Aliji. I wonder where he's from? He seemed happy to help me resolve my Mystery of the Disappearing Pictures. He said things like
"I am happy to begin the help with your problem and get it resolved."
He answered many of my explanations with:
"OKAY!"
Then he asked me to click on "My Computer"
My PC doesn't have "My Computer" it just has the very
succinct: Computer
I clicked on it and it didn't come up with the things on the toolbar that Aliji thought I should have.
Then my computer crashed.
CRASHED!
So I am on Andy's laptop venting my frustration at technology:
Technology, you can be so helpful most of the time, what happened?
It's me, isn't it.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

At the Local Hardware Store

So, we're new in town. That's a weird thing to write! I have gotten to know our new town by getting lost several times--and it's not a very big town either. Last week we hadn't unloaded our PODs yet and I needed a tape measure. That set me out in search of a hardware store. I finally found the place after two dead-ends and a rather treacherous dirt road.

I walked in and told the friendly helpful hardware man what I needed:

Me: I need to measure a room for a rug. Could you tell me where I could find a tape measure?

Him: What size is the room you need to measure?

Me: Well......if I knew that, I wouldn't need a tape measure.

Him: [Laughing uproarously--along with everyone else in the small store]
...........
I think I'm going to like this place.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The Rest of the Story

Today I thought I would add a little postscript to the Easter blog--I know it was already pretty long. But here's what happened next:
That sweet girl gave me her dress; but she was a year younger and a size smaller than me. The dress fit my little sister perfectly and she wore it the next day to church. She borrowed shoes from a neighbor, as did several other siblings. My Mother's younger sister was living in Orem at the time and she brought over a few dresses and pairs of shoes for us to borrow for church as well. We managed to piece together clothes enough to make the family presentable. As is traditional in many places, a lot of the families at church were dressed up in new Easter clothes. It made our bedraggled state stand out a little more than it would have on a regular Sunday. But it didn't matter to us. I had my Beehive friends there to sympathize with me, and although I felt a little self-conscious tottering around on my aunt's high shoes, wearing a dress that was not a teen-ager style, I wouldn't have thought of missing church.

We did not have insurance. Replacing what we had lost was not going to happen any time soon. School the next day was a challenge. I literally had no shoes of my own. Some of my siblings had older play shoes that they hadn't brought on the trip. My recent growth spurt had pushed me out of any of my older clothes and shoes--except for a grubby pair of jeans I had been wearing on the trip and a favorite shirt that I happened to be wearing on the trip as well. It wasn't cool back then to wear ratty jeans (I know--hard to believe!) --we were expected to dress nice for school. But I went in that and the high heels from my aunt. I got some funny looks and I felt pretty klutzy in the shoes clomping around Orem Jr. High.

My 14th birthday was that Tuesday. There would be no birthday celebration. We were destitute and my parents were focused on finding some sort of replacement for the car.

Tuesday afternoon, my Beehive class and advisor showed up on my doorstep with a birthday gift for me. They all crowded into our living room and sang "Happy Birthday" and watched excitedly as I opened the present. It was a very cute green jumpsuit. with a matching shirt and a pretty "J" necklace (those were all the rage at the moment). They had pooled their money to buy a fellow Beehive-in-need some much needed clothes. It was truly an act of love.

Later that week, after wearing the green jumpsuit 3 days in a row, I got a letter from my Grandpa Hansen. Enclosed was a check for $50. He wrote: "You looked so sweet in that new dress, I am sorry you lost it in the fire. Take this and buy yourself another dress." Shoes were a more immediate need, and underwear and socks for me and my siblings. So the dress did not get replaced.

But, as you know, this wasn't about the dress.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Family Conversation

Saturday night we were discussing the fact that the boys would need to wear their casual shoes to church because all Sunday clothes are packed in the last pod from the cabin--awaiting our hopefully eventual move out of a hotel and into an actual home. They seemed a little concerned and decided at least they weren't flip-flops.

Then Dad said:
"Yeah, I was going to wear some water moccasins!"

Me: "????? Do you mean poisonous snakes? On your feet?"

Then I started laughing so hysterically I could barely breathe.

Dad: "Are you mocking me?"

Sam: "Yeah, you're being water mocced!"

Me: "Oh, I get it--they're like "Crocs" but they're "Mocs"--both named after dangerous swamp creatures."

Sunday, April 12, 2009

When Saw We Thee a Stranger

The year I was 13, going on 14, my family had moved from Twin Falls to Orem and we were going back to Twin Falls for Easter Vacation. Yes, back in the day we didn't have "Spring Break" we had "Easter Vacation". It was the week before Easter. Our grandparents still lived there and we were going to visit. It was a harrowing trip up there because our ancient station wagon with the faux wood-paneling (which was just peeling, faded paint in a wood-like pattern)--was smoking in the area around the exhaust pipe. Car problems were the norm for us but this was worse than usual. When we got to Twin, my Dad took the car into a shop for repairs for the week we were there.

It was a fun week, I spent time with friends I had left behind when we moved. Also, my birthday was coming up and my parents and grandparents had given me some money to add to my babysitting money-- I was hoping to use it to buy a new dress. A recent growth spurt had morphed me out of my two Sunday dresses and they had been handed down to little sisters. I found a pretty pale pink "Gunne-Sax" maxi-length dress with zippers on the sleeves (you had to have been a teen-aged girl in the seventies to know just what a big deal it was). The best part: It was on sale! I had money left over to buy some cute sandals. I tried it on and did a twirl for my family and they pronounced it lovely and a good buy. A pretty Easter/Birthday dress.

We started back for Orem on Saturday so we would be home to go to church on Easter. We got the car from the shop and loaded it up. My Grandpa tied a box of potatoes to the top. He was always looking out for us and getting good deals on local commodities. As we traveled, my sister who was in the very back seat said that she could see smoke back there. She was a bit of a worrier so we told her it was probably dust and shrugged it off. We had all kicked off our shoes and the younger kids were climbing back and forth between the seats. The usual chaos of a big family in a station wagon in the days before carseats and mandatory seat belts. We crossed the border into Utah and were headed toward Salt Lake, when she became more insistent: "It's really smokey back here and it smells like something's burning." Just then my Dad looked in the side-view mirror and saw flames shooting out around the exhaust pipe. So she was right. You should listen to a worrier.

He pulled the car over to the side of the freeway and called for everyone to "Get out and get away from the car! Hurry!" We had to run barefoot across sharp, thorny weeds. After everyone was out, we realized the baby was not there. My big brother dove in the car, reached over all the seats and grabbed him out by the back of his overalls. He had been sleeping in the very back of the car.

We ran for the fence to get as far away as we could. I was carrying a little sister on each hip and herding the others. I sat on the ground and had them sit on my outstretched legs. I held onto my baby brother to keep him from crawling away. As we watched, the flames made their way up the back of the car. A trucker pulled over to help, he had a CB radio (no cell phones back in the old days, kids) and soon a fire truck pulled up. By then the flames had engulfed most of the car. There was concern about a possible explosion so everyone stayed back.

As the flames worked their way from the back to the front of our car, we soon noticed the delicious smell of baked potatoes. Mmmmm, Idaho potatoes. That box of spuds my Grandpa had tied to the top of the car were getting baked by the flames.

So, there we were, refugees on the side of the road. For a family like ours with so many children, a week away from home meant packing pretty much all of our clothes and shoes--because 'all' wasn't that much. We had gone to church in Idaho the Sunday before, so that meant everyone's only pair of church shoes, my brothers' only suits. It was a big loss for us.

And for a 13 going on 14 teen-age girl, it was tough to realize a pretty new dress and sandals had burned before I ever got to wear them. And that I had no clothes except the ones on my back. I remember feeling happy that I had worn a favorite shirt rather than packing it as I had planned.

Well, a car had pulled over and the driver got out and was talking to my parents. Soon all three adults walked over to our huddled mass and my Mom said, "These people are heading to their parents' house for a family Easter get-together. They have offered to take you with them. JoAnna, you look out for the little ones and we'll go with the tow-truck and then come and pick you up later."

Soooo...we're going to get in the car with complete strangers and my parents are going to come and get us later...with no car.
OK.
All six of us (my older brother stayed with my parents) piled in their sedan with their two children as well and off we went. We showed up at Grandpa and Grandma stranger's and
Surprise!
Here we are, the vagabonds that your family picked up on the side of the road.
And they welcomed us with open arms. They were the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. They were all ready for a big family gathering with kids and grandkids. Immediately upon our arrival they took a head count and a shoeless foot count and a couple of uncles went to the store. They came back with extra Easter goodies for my younger siblings so they could be included in the planned festivities. They also brought footie socks for all of us. I was overwhelmed by their kindness.
They made room for us at their table and shared a wonderful feast with us.
The rest of the day was kind of a blur, I took care of my little brothers and sisters--changed diapers and helped with potty needs etc. I kept thinking, as I went over the events of the fire, that the truck driver had pulled a suitcase or something out of the car as he went up to try and put out the fire. I saw it lying beside the car through the whole ordeal. I held out a little bit of hope that maybe it was the bag with my dress in it.
All of the children had fun playing together and finally, late that night, my parents came for us. My uncle from Provo had met them at the wrecking yard and given them a ride. We gathered around to find out what had happened and I had to know--what was in the bag that had been thrown out. Did my dress make it? No. It was a pillow and blanket. Everything was gone.
In my self-centered teen-ageness, I started to cry. It had been a long day. The nice people who had taken us in were so sweet and sympathetic: "Oh, she's been a rock all day. That's too bad. It was for her Birthday too? Oh dear." etc.
As we were squeezing into my uncle's car, one of the women and her daughter from our host family came out. The daughter was carrying a box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. They told my Mom it was some leftover cookies and goodies for us to have later.
My uncle dropped us off in our driveway and we straggled into our house. My younger brother remembered the package and they all tore it open to enjoy the goodies.
They were disappointed--the box was full of pink lace and fluff.
The girl had given me her Easter dress.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Sometimes You're the One...


Sometimes You're the Ninety and Nine


When I think of the many descriptions of the Savior, I like them all. But the one that stands out to me at the moment is "The Good Shepherd". I love the imagery of Him lovingly gathering all of us to Him. He beckons to us:

"Come, follow me."

All we have to do is ASK, SEEK, KNOCK...

and he is there for us.

His patience with us is Endless.



Because, "All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way..."


It seems that even when I am headed in the right direction and staying with His flock, I sometimes get side-tracked or just complacent. I need that gentle reminder of what matters most and where my thoughts and efforts should be. And He guides me back to Him.

Have you noticed how His commandments are really all about His love for us?

He is asking us to do things that will bring us true happiness.

He is showing us the way to safety and peace.

Even in the midst of turmoil and trial.

Yet, there are times for everyone when those loving guidelines seem restrictive. Too much trouble. Outdated. Boring. And off the sheep will go looking for happiness elsewhere.

Is the Good Shepherd mad? "Good riddance! Let the trouble-seekers just go see how they like it away from the safety of the flock here."

No.


"If a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains and seeketh that which is gone astray?"


I used to think, well, He leaves the ninety and nine, who are doing what they're supposed to. They don't get his special attention. It's the "bad sheep" that he "rejoiceth more of that sheep than of the ninety and nine which went not astray."


I haven't got it all figured out, but I have lived long enough and strayed enough to realize at some point each of us will be the one. The one He lovingly comes after to bring back. The one He rejoices in. When we admit to a weakness. When we turn to Him instead of the world.


And when we are strengthened by Him. And are ready to give back. We are among the ninety and nine--only because He gathered us in. Only because,


"By His stripes we are healed."


Then, He asks one thing of us:

"Feed My Sheep"


Thursday, April 9, 2009

How 'Bout:

A gal, and four kids in a hotel, her guy at work, two cats at Kritter Kamp, the appraisal LATE, SLOW, DELAYED, then rejected, the new appraisal RESCHEDULED, dirty clothes piling up, the house empty, waiting for the gal, her guy, four kids and two cats.
The good news: no bats or rats (dead or alive).

Monday, April 6, 2009

In Transition

I'm reporting this evening from sunny southern California. I will have to change my blog description--we are no longer in a cabin. I could say: "A gal, her guy, 4 kids, & 2 cats in a car" but that would be temporary. Hopefully soon it will be: "A gal, her guy, 4 kids & 2 cats back in civilization". (I know the old one says "8" kids--but technically 4 of those 8 kids have grown up and moved out to college and marriage and other such grown-up stuff.) I'll have to think about that.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Kinda Funny

Sunday was our last time at church as members of the Prune Hill Ward. It was Fast and Testimony Meeting-- wherein we can share our expressions of faith and testimony with our fellow congregants. It's always uplifting and faith-strengthening.

One sweet lady (she was Primary teacher to almost every one of our kids, and her daughter was the favorite babysitter to our older three) was saying how she would miss us. She said, "They moved into the ward when they only had one baby, then they had kid, after kid, after kid, after kid, after kid, after kid..."

It was great comic relief for me after feeling like I was going to bawl my eyes out thinking of leaving all those great people.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

And...That's a Wrap

Goodbye BurgervilleAnd Top Burger too...


Goodbye Crown Park




We'll miss you.






Goodbye Camas Pool
Where we learned to swim


Goodbye old Camas High
and Fred Howe Gym
(yeah, no picture--that's another story)





Goodbye Prune Hill Chapel
Our Church on the Hill
So many good memories,
A book they could fill.

Farewell Shell Station
and "Dorky Socks" School
Where some of the Gale kids
Learned so many rules.







We lived here so long
We never thought the day would come




That we would move away
and call someplace else home.




But wherever we go
and whatever we do...





We'll keep close in our hearts,
Sweet memories of you.
















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