Letter to Stewart

Dear Stewart -            

            How’s it going?  I love your great attitude, despite the challenges I’m sure you are having.  That’s the best recipe to successfully making it through this mortal existence.   I love the simple scripture that Man’s purpose is to have joy, despite hardship, trials, adversity, etc.  A good attitude is the best medicine – keep it up J

            I’m trying to get this letter out before I run Emma to dance – Mom the taxi driver.  The passat is still being repaired, so I’m shuttling Maren around as well.  I’ll be glad when she gets the car back so she can take herself to early morning seminary.  I admire all those teenagers around the world who don’t have the option of taking seminary in the middle of the day and MUST take early morning seminary.  I think in many areas it can start as early as 5:30 a.m.   The seminary program has been revamped to make it more of a preparatory class for life, missions, gospel living, etc.  The kids have to actually read the entire book of scripture that’s being studied (or at least some of it if it’s the OT) and they must pass a test each semester.  I suppose that’s a good thing with the world becoming increasing difficult to navigate and so many kids wanting to get into BYU J where religion actually goes on your transcript.  (Cassidy P. says her BofM class is hard – but she likes it).  I can see that some kids (& parents)  might not like this because they might be discouraged and not attend seminary – but I think it’s OK to expect more of people; they usually rise to the occasion.

            We have Irene’s Luke and Henry while they are in Mexico this weekend – I’ve forgotten what it’s like have an 18month old around (yes, he’s that old now J).  He’s a really good baby and very pleasant, just busy and requires constant supervision.  Luke is good too – but a little fire”y” – it’s the red hair, that hasn’t changed much.  Last night I left Sydney in charge of the baby and Charlie in charge of Luke while I went to YW and Dad when to Scouts.  Everything went great until Luke had a tantrum because his block tower was accidentally knocked over.  Charlie called me crying because he didn’t know how to handle the situation.  It was funny.

            I wish I had monumental news to reports or deep insights to share – but we are just doing the day to day living.  I did start my Institute class up again, and I’m grateful for that 90 minutes of gospel thinking in the middle of the week. It’s nice to reflect and ponder and be grateful on a Monday J  This week I was reflective of the magnitude of the calling of the Prophet Joseph Smith.  Although I have a testimony of his divine mission and calling as the prophet of the restoration sometime I fail to realize the supreme significance of his foreordination and importance in “The Plan” for us here in this mortal existence. 

            OK – I’ve been working on this letter for 3 days (not that you’d be able to tell) – and I keep getting interrupted.  So, as incomplete as it is – I’m still sending it.

Love you,

MOM

Letter to Stewart

Happy Sabbath – right now your Grandma and Grandpa Frazier are only a few hours from you in Paris, France. They have spent the past week cruising along the Rhine River and now they will be enjoying Paris this week. Grandma was super worried that if we tried to call her it would only be because something bad had happen. I tried to explain that the world has shrunk and communication is so easy, that just because her phone rings, she shouldn’t panic. She even went to the effort of getting an international data plan for the time she was gone. She’s also getting very proficient with instagram and is posting multiple pictures daily which has been really nice for all of us to keep up on what she’s doing.
The rest of us here in the USA are enjoying a nice Labor Day weekend with various yard projects and of course on Monday, we’ll do our family hike – however, this year it will need to be shorter than usual, since Dad and I plan to take a long bike ride that morning (only 2 weeks left to the big race – hallelujah). I’m not sure if Dad told you our Saturday yard projects, but they (it) was intense, some background information is required.
We inherited a large piece of Granite that was cut from the Temple Quarry when the SL temple was being built. It was abandoned in Holladay in what became Grandpa Walker’s yard. Grandma Frazier used it as a table for tea parties when she was growing up. When Grandpa Walker built his home on Cottonwood Lane in the 1970’s he incorporated it into the steps that led to his back yard. When his house was torn down, the stone was discovered and given back to the family. Dad and I thought it would be a fun center piece in our “grove” by the hammock and drinking fountain.
About 4 months ago Dad and I rented a small backhoe to move the earth around on our side yard and while we had the machine we moved the stone down to our yard (that’s another story completely – it took us 1 hour to drive the machine to Grandma Walker’s home, get the stone, and bring it back). Yesterday, we attempted to move the stone about 5 feet into a better, more desirable position. Remember the flagstone we moved together? This thing weighs 10 times as much as the flagstone, it’s about 2’x2.5’x4’ and dense granite. So, in order to move this, we put on our Physics brains and used levers with appropriately sized fulcrum points. It took us over 90 minutes to move this thing 5 feet. We tried rolling it on logs (too heavy – it just crushed the wood) – we couldn’t figure out where to hang any pulleys or we would have tried that. It took all (literally) of Maren’s and Dad’s weight to lever the rock up a few inches then I would slide rocks underneath until enough was off the ground that we could slide or roll the stone by twisting the lever along it’s fulcrom. We filmed the entire thing so Maren could get extra credit in Mr. Summerhay’s if she needs it (which currently she doesn’t since she has 110%). We then marveled at all the big stones that were moved without the help of modern cranes – the least of which is the SL Temple (i.e. Stone Henge, The Pyramids, Machu Picchu – they didn’t even have the wheel in the ancient Americas – right?). We finished off our night with dinner at the Pi Pizzeria (hey – it was a math day, so it only made sense).
The big news at church is that we’ve switched our sacrament meeting to the first hour of the block. We had a hard time figuring out if people were out of town

today or just very late. Sacrament meeting was very sparse when we started at exactly 9:00 a.m. There were a few very nice things about this though – it was VERY reverent at the begging of our meeting and we started Young Women’s on-­‐time, and with 100% attendance (at least with those that were at church that day). The weird thing was that after I left Young Womens and managed to walk down towards the RS room – EVERYONE had already left the building and there was no-­‐one to sit and chit-­‐chat with. I guess everyone was starving and just wanted to get home.
Hope you’re doing great – I’m so happy that you get to meet such wonderful people all trying to be there very best on the other side of the world. That’s one of things I like the most about the gospel; good people trying to be better every day. Have a great day!
Love you, Mom