A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
All I had to offer Velna was the fact I had four years' experience as a janitor in working my way through the University of Wyoming, plus I knew how to hoe sugar beets, haul hay, raise pigs, and I had been Wyoming state president of the Future Farmers of America. Apparently that was enough.
This year I managed to get the date right. And I managed to sneak into Albertson's to get a nice red and white azalea that will bloom longer than three or four days and a nice carrot cake which the pastry lady kindly and expertly labeled with anniversary greetings for me.
So 62 years ago yesterday my mother and sister came 400 plus miles from northwestern Wyoming to Laramie in the south where I was in my senior year at the University of Wyoming. We drove 400 more miles on icy and snowy roads to Salt Lake where we would be married in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. But we almost didn't make it. The roads were so bad between Laramie and Salt Lake that we didn't arrive at the City-County building in Salt Lake to get our wedding license until about ten minutes until five o'clock, when they were closing. Worse yet, the Salt Lake Temple was closing the next day for several days for the holidays. So we managed to get our license in the nick of time and got to the temple for our wedding ceremony after checking in at the Hotel Utah. Since we had to go through the entire temple ceremony before our marriage ceremony, we didn't get out until ll:00 p.m. We had our wedding dinner at Walgreen's drug store across the street, the only thing open at that hour to get something to eat. After three days in Salt Lake, we carried our suitcases to the Greyhound bus depot for our ride back to Laramie. Upon arriving in Laramie, I changed my clothes, walked ten blocks downtown to my janitor job at the Roach Building, Laramie's tallest building at 5 stories, and thus concluded our honeymoon week and began our 62 years together. Four more years of college, several moves around the country, five kids, a passel of grandkids and great grandkids, some bumps and bruises, but here we are. And I owe my blind date who was 16 when I first rang her doorbell in Laramie when I was 17 for all of the good things of my life. Now we have 2 TV remotes, a 55 inch HD TV, an iPad, a Kindle, and a microwave, and two nice reclining chairs. We still speak to each other and I have tried to repent of all my egregious faults and characteristics. And there is nothing I wouldn't do for the little blonde girl who has stayed with me all these years. I couldn't have been more blessed.
Caleb. I know, I posted this photo the other day, but I wanted to show both brothers in the same post. Caleb and his wife Michelle are living in LA where he is working as a film music composer, I think. He graduated from BYU earlier this year.
Nat is a freshman at BYU majoring in physics. He tells us there are not a lot of females majoring in physics.
I thought I was doing a nice thing to get my wife another beautiful jigsaw puzzle. However, this one turned out to have countless pieces of the same colors and shapes. But my wife, as usual, threatens to give up and then perseveres, a quality that has served her well in her life. I know she will finish it.
When Louise went off to school in September of 1937, that left me home with my younger sister Elizabeth. We appropriated Liz's doll buggy to haul our big white cat around in. The time must be September or maybe October because the leaves are all over the ground.
Today we are reminiscing about earlier Septembers. This photo is one of my all-time favorites of my sister Louise, born a year before me, on her way to ride the school bus a bumpy hour's trip into town at Powell Wyoming. She taught me how to read since I wouldn't start school until a year later, so I was the only first grader when I started school that had a library card.
Top photo is a picture of Dwight and Velna Blood in the spring of 2003 when their family celebrated their golden wedding anniversary of December 18 1952 sitting on a bench on the north side of the Jordan River UT LDS Temple. Yesterday I asked my wife to drive me through the temple grounds to see the flowers since I have been immobile and unable to walk around and take flower photos for several months now while recovering from vertigo. When my wife saw the bench where we posed eleven years ago, she asked me to take a picture of it, so I did. So much has happened, so many health issues, so many changes in eleven years. But at least we are still here and we remember with love and fondness when we sat for our Golden Wedding photos on that bright and wonderful day eleven years ago as well as that wondrous day in 1952 when we were married in the Salt Lake LDS Temple when I was 20 and Velna was 19. So many years, yet the wondrous moments always seem like they happened yesterday and remain forever imprinted on our minds and on our consciousness. And we remain forever thankful and touched by those special moments.
The pictures I posted yesterday of my two daughters, Kim and Carolyn, and my two great granddaughters, Sadie and Elise (Carolyn's granddaughters) were far and away the most popular pictures I have posted in months. I'm no dummy, so here are two more of the little charmers!
Daughters Kim and Carolyn, and Carolyn's granddaughters Sadie and Elise. The occasion was a baby shower for granddaughter Michelle who married a Utah Ute and avowed that her baby would never wear Utah red. Oh boy. Send in the marriage counselor. Make sure he or she is not a Ute. Michelle received more loot for one little baby than we ever had for all of our five kids combined. We had to use my wife Velna's coat for a blanket for oldest son Russell after she came home from working part time on the Montana State U campus while I was laboring for my master's degree in agricultural economics.