Sunday, December 4, 2016

Charles James Wright: obituary

Charles James Wright is farthest to right.  He looks like my brother Charles' kids when they were young
My grandfather passed away shortly after I was born.  He passed away 13 May, 1958.  The obituary said due to a heart ailment, but I have always understood the cause of his death to be pneumonia.  He worked for the sugar company starting in Lehi, which was close to the family home.  He eventually moved with the company to Idaho falls, shortly after remarrying.  He had six  children with his first wife, and four more with my grandmother.  There were also four children from my grandmother's first marriage.  Her maiden name was Brandley.  Springall was the name of her first husband who had passed away.
He was the fifth of ten children born to his parents.  His father remarried after the death of his wife, and had six additional children.
I have seen copies of this picture, but the original is much clearer

Charles J. Wright Idaho Falls--Charles James Wright, 72, retired employee of the Utah-Idaho Sugar Co where he had worked for 45 years, died Tuesday morning at a local hospital after a heart ailment.  Born Oct. 27, 1885, Pleasant Grove, to Hyrum and Ann Harper Wright.  Married Alice Bromley in Provo; later separated.  Married Mina Geneve Springhall May 31, 1927, Salt Lake City.  Marriage solemnized in 1946, Idaho falls Temple, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Survivors: Widow: children, Mars William Law, Salt Lake City; Mrs. Peter Peterson, Green River; Ralph B. Wright, Twin Falls; Mrs Paige Teighert, Chicago, Ill.; Mrs. James Wardle, Othello, Wash.; Mar. Max Hill, New Plymouth, Idaho, and Mrs. Marvin Anderson, Idaho Falls; foster brothers and sisters, Mrs Floyd Troxler, Salt Lake City; Robert, Vallejo, Calif.: William, Idaho Falls, and Mrs. J.D. Robinson, Hayward, Calif.; stepmother, Mrs. Mary Wright, Pleasant Grove; brothers Reuben, Gooding; John, Pleasant Grove; Leon, Twin Falls; half brothers and sisters, Harold, Salt Lake City; Don, Farmington; Mrs Lucille Walker and Mrs. Emily Tyler, Pleasant Grove.  
Funeral Friday 2 p.m. Lincoln Ward Chapel, Bishop Ervin Wirkus officiating.  Friends may call at family home from 10 a.m. Friday until service; prior to that at Wood Funeral Home.  Burial in Ammon Cemetery.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Charlie Took Me to Wright Genealogy Sites in Lindon, Utah

Charlie and I had a pleasant drive through Lindon looking at genealogy sites.  This included a visit to the old Hyrum Wright home.  He had two wives, his first passed away.  He had family by both wives.

There was another local Lindon home on which Hyrum also worked.

We also went to the cemetery where we found Hyrum and his wives.  We also found his parents and a few of his children.  

a child

When Charlie and I saw this we thought maybe we had found another child.  However turns out this is the original headstone for Anna Wright and now there is a newer one shown before.

a child

Wright names on cemetery directory
 We also drove down to Geneva Park where there are still trees which came from Hyrum Wright's nursery.

Pretty fun little jaunt for a Sunday morning.

Monday, July 4, 2016

My Great Great Grandfather John Wright (my mother's side)

This history is gleened from Family Serch.  It is funny how the Civil War effected those not serving and sometimes across an ocean.  John Wright could not work because of the war, and the cotton embargo.  He determined to come to America as a result.

History of John Wright Sr. and Charlotte Smith

Biography of John Wright and Charlotte Smith Written by a Grand daughter, Mary Lim ................................................................................................................................................ Days were getting cool and stormy and the harvest days were almost over for another season in the farming districts of England. William Wright had worked hard and long during the summer months, but now it was forgotten; for a time of great rejoicing had come to the Wright home. Rejoicing occurred one bleak morning, Oct. 8, 1831, when a son was born to William and his wife Catherine, in the little town of Thorney, Cambridge, England. He was christened John, according to the order in the Church of England. In his youth, John attended school and was required to pay two pence each week for his tuition. Often his parents were unable to raise this amount and that week John was to remain at home. At an early age he worked on the farm. When fourteen years old, he was let out as an apprentice to learn the mason trade. Two years later he was able to hire out as a mason and make a fairly good living at this trade. When a young man of nineteen years of age he (John Wright)1 was engaged and soon married Charlotte Smith in Winwick, Huntingtonshire, England in 1850. She (Charlotte)1 was the daughter of John3 and Hanna Sutton Smith.2 She (Charlotte)1 was born March 21, 1830. Four years later (following their marriage)1 on February 5, 1854, they (John and Charlotte)1 were both baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, by Elder Moses McHarms; and confirmed by Elder Joseph B. Richmond. In 1858, John and Charlotte, with their little two year old son Hyrum, moved to Bowlingbrook, Lincolnshire, England where the father (John)1 secured work in a cotton factory. Months slipped by and each day found a more urgent need for John to work many long hours at the factory. He received but a small wage, far too small to support the family, for a new member had been added to the family circle, a second son, named John for his father. The Civil War was raging between the North and the South in the United States. The English manufacturers and merchants, as well as the English working people were depending on the Southern States cotton for their means of support. The war was greatly crippling their industries. By 1862, the North had completely blockaded the sending of cotton to England, and in turn England was unable to send to the Southern States much needed war supplies. Many factories were closed as a result. A cotton famine was experienced and the working people of Lincolnshire were soon near starvation and very poorly clad. During the severe cold of the winter months; men, women and children suffered, almost beyond endurance. Among those suffering was the John Wright family. As soon as transportation was available and John could make the necessary arrangements, he moved his family to Liverpool, arriving there in 1863. From there John was soon hopeful of sailing to America. The war had caused many changes. Although it did not as severely affect Lancashire as Lincolnshire it took John some time to make more than a mere living for his family. In 1866 the long awaited dreams of John and Charlotte were realized when the missionaries helped to make it possible for them to migrate under the Perpetual Emigrating Fund. How busy they were preparing and packing for the long journey westward. Certain necessities must be taken, such as clothing, bedding, eating and cooking utensils. Many cherished possessions were left behind, for each family was allowed to take only a certain number of pounds (weight)1. While Charlotte was packing John was busy rushing about getting a date for sailing. Each head of the family had to pay one pound (money)1 and fill out an application stating his age and occupation and the ages and names of each of his family members. During all the worry and bustle of the past three years a new baby made her appearance in the Wright home. A lovely little daughter and sister, greatly loved and adored by the happy parents as well as the little brothers. The day before sailing John, now thirty-five; his wife Charlotte, thirty-six; Hyrum, ten; John Jr., seven; and the baby named Selena,4 not yet three, boarded the ship, ”Onkwright”. After a nights rest they began sailing out upon the deep Atlantic. For almost eight weeks the ship glided over the rippling waters on some days, while on others it was tossed about by the angry waves amid storms of wind and rain. Each night all knelt in prayer meeting, which added faith and courage to the spirit of sailing. Measles broke out on the ship and the Wright children contracted them. How happy the emigrants were when they arrived at Castle Gardens and went on a tug boat to the shores of New York City. After a short rest they traveled on the railroad to Omaha, Nebraska. While at Omaha their little girl (Selena)1 died, the mother holding the dead child sitting in the shelter of some trees until morning. She was buried in the shallow grave by the wayside. ........................................................Continued in part 2........................................................ Life Story of John Wright, Sr. and Charlotte Smith (Part 2) Contributed By KarrieSweat · 2013-09-24 16:09:55 GMT+0000 (UTC) · 0 Comments With heavy hearts, the Wrights were assigned to travel to Utah in Andrew H. Scott’s company. The day after their baby was placed in mother earth. The trip across the plains was hot and sultry, but still they marched on. It was October 8th when they arrived in Zion and two days later John with his family were on their way thirty six miles southward to Pleasant Grove, where they found rest and shelter with Charlotte’s mother, who had emigrated there five years previous, with her husband. The Wright’s first home in Utah was a one room dug out, with a willow and dirt roof. After a short time, the family moved into a one room log cabin. John worked at a sawmill up American Fork canyon. He also sold lumber logs to the settlers, hauling it by a span of mules. While living in Pleasant Grove, two more children were born; James Thomas and Hattie. John bought land out in Stringtown. Much hard work was required before he could raise a good crop. The first he tried was grain and sugar cane. In 1871, John had built a dug out on the farm and moved his wife and four children to this new adobe house, as he was a good mason. He hauled sand and clay, built molds and made his own adobes. Although costing but little, no mansion was more homely or appreciated more. With the help of the boys, their father plowed, planted, weeded and irrigated. Then came Fall and harvest time. All the family help gather and store for the severe winter ahead. After the crops were in, John was off to the canyon to et fuel for winter use. He cut and hauled ties for the railroad in the winter months. When Bishop John Brown called for men and teams to haul granite from the canyon for the Salt Lake Temple, John was one who volunteered to go and do his share toward the completion of this marvelous structure. In 1875, John joined the United Order in Pleasant Grove, putting all he had into this common store house, both in crops and cash, with charitable and unselfish heart. John was willing to share. Doing a kind deed for the less fortunate was found his greatest joy. The purpose of the order was to gather and store together thus mingling as one large family. As time went on, this plan proved unsatisfactory, so the idea was abandoned in 1879, five years after it was organized with very little to turn back to its members. When the third school house was remodeled, John worked as mason and plasterer. Many other homes and buildings in Pleasant Grove and the surrounding settlements were erected and plastered by him. The Wright family did their part while assisting to build up this common wealth, both by labor and means: in fostering educational, co-operative, and industrial undertakings in all civil and religious affairs. Letitia (Letishia) was the youngest child born to the John Wright family. John served as a Ward Missionary under Bishop John, as a ward teacher for many years. He was ordained a High Priest in 1891, by Bishop James Cobbley of the Lindon ward. He was a progressive farmer, ever trusting in God for his successful life, feeling that trough Divine Guidance he was able to earn a good livelihood for his family. John and Charlotte lived together 43 years in peace and happiness. Then one beautiful spring morning at the early age of 62, he passed to the great beyond, May 9, 1893. A good night to friends and loved ones Near, through the eye cannot see. Just one from the scene of this earth life To peacefully rest in eternity. Notes: by Mike Harris pertain to part 1 only. 1.Italicized names and parentheses are added to clarify meaning. 2. Smith, Hannah Sutton 106806 b. Mar. 10, 1800 d. Jun. 15, 1868 Pleasant Grove City Cemetery 3. Smith, John 106805 b. Aug. 4, 1795 d. Oct. 16, 1862 Pleasant Grove City Cemetery 4. ( Family Group Record indicates this may have been Sarah Ann born in 1864) Notes: In the original history there were pages missing. These pages have been added by Karie Sweat as part 2. Arlene Juber Harris also had a complete copy which contained the name of the author which was previously unknown. Thank You Karrie and Arlene. Family group records also indicate that there were 12 Children born to Charlotte and John prior to the departure to America in 1866. All but 3 of the children had likely died. Some of the children are missing death dates and probably died shortly after birth or may have been still born. Some of the names are repeated and should be checked for accuracy. John Wright and John Jr. are both listed in the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers Pioneer Index. These histories may be on file with the DUP in their histories collections.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Great-great Grandmother: Charlotte Smith Wright

Her is a story gleaned form Family Search:

Charlotte Smith and John Wright

Charlotte Smith

Charlotte was born in Huntingshire, England. She along with her parents, were members of the Methodist Church. She married John Wright when she was 20. They joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1854. Their first two children had died, so it was with happy hearts in 1856, that they took their new baby to the LDS Church and there hear the elders promise the child a long life and give him the name of Hyrum Issac Wright. John and Charlotte’s greatest desire was to take their family to Utah, the headquarters of the Church. Through help from the Perpetual Immigration Fund, their joy was full when they boarded the Ship Arkwright in early 1866, with their three children. John was 35 years old, Charlotte was 36, Hyrum was 10, John, Jr., was 7 and Sarah Ann was not yet 3. About four weeks out to sea an epidemic of measles broke out among the children. Hyrum and John recovered from their measles. Little Sarah Ann remained sick and weak. Each day she became worse. Charlotte pleaded with God to let her child live, if only to be buried in Mother Earth, and not at sea where huge sharks followed the ship. After almost eight weeks on the water, they landed in New York and from there traveled by railroad to Omaha, Nebraska. They joined a company of saints to travel by covered wagon to Utah. While in Omaha, Sara Ann died. Charlotte sat in a shelter of some trees and held her dead child in her arms until morning where she was buried in a board coffin that was hurriedly made. The next morning the family left Omaha and traveled by ox team across the plains. They arrived in Salt Lake City in October 1866, and then traveled south to Pleasant Grove, finally settling in Lindon, Utah. Charlotte and John were married 43 years. They had 9 children, five living to maturity. She was a widow for three years. Her granddaughter said, “She was very industrious. After churning all morning, she would walk to American, Fork, Utah with her butter and eggs to trade for groceries. She walked along the railroad tracks.” She died at the age of 66

Lessons From My Children: Anthony: Have a Good Time.

Anthony's story of how he became a part of our family is remarkable.  He was born six weeks early, and shortly after his being born, Social Services informed us that he would be coming to our home.  We had recently been licensed as foster parents, and he was our second foster child.  We were a little bit wary, having had no experience with parenting a preemie.  Sheri visited him in the hospital a couple times, and visited with the nurses before bringing him home. He was born four pounds seven ounces, and when he came to our home at two weeks weighed about five pounds. He was the love of our life from his first coming home.  Man those preemie diapers are small.

His only medical problem after that has been his kidneys retaining too much water.  But that has pretty much resolved itself as he has gotten older.  They were also worried about the strength of his legs.  But with climbing up stairs, and jumping on trampoline, his legs are as strong as anyone's his age.  He now enjoys climbing trees, the wall the shelf etc.  He's Spider Man you know.

My proudest moment with Tony, when he was small, was taking him to my older son's Marine graduation. I had him in a carrier, and people so much wanted to see the beautiful baby.  He was still small, but such a beautiful boy.  I didn't tell anyone he was our foster baby; just our baby.

But, unfortunately, our happiness with Tony was short lived.  Social Services found a relative placement for him, with cousins, and after he was with us only two months he moved on.  I went to the exchange, which took place at the shelter.  He weighed eight pounds when he left us.  We really didn't think we would ever see Tony again. 

But who knows how things work.  About ten months later, after his first birthday, Social Services called us to inform us he was available for placement. We jumped at the opportunity.  Our baby boy was coming back home.

We were close to Tony from the first moment he came to our home, both times.  We have loved him.  He was very easy to love. After a child has been in your home six months you can petition for de facto parent status.  This we did as soon as we could.  And so we were then more involved in the court process.  Social Services has a general philosophy of placing with relatives, no matter the circumstance; so much so that even after his mother's parental rights were terminated, they found a relative placement for him.

When Tony became available for adoption we wanted him to stay with us, forever.  We did not feel it would be good for him to move to another home.  Social Services, having found a family, and after his being with us for almost a year altogether, developed a plan to move him, to family members he didn't really even know.  We felt Tony was already home, and that a further loss (he had bonded to us) would not be good for him.  He had already gone through three removals--loses in essence, and didn't need another one.  They went so far as to take our little baby by car, over an hour away for a visit.  We understood he cried all the way there.  Poor little Tony.

Tony developed a funny habit during this time.  He started seeking out Sheri's blouses when for whatever reason he couldn't have Sheri.  It was cute, but an indication to us that he was overwhelmed with things in his life he couldn't control, and found some comfort with Sheri's smell.  He preferred dirty ones from the hamper, but would take a clean one from the closet if he couldn't get to the hamper.

And so a court contest ensued.  We petitioned the court to not move him, and discontinue visits, which had started with the new family.  Visits were continued, but on a pared down basis.  The court decided to have hearings with regards to determining the placement.
This process seemed to drag on forever.

Generally the court sides with social services.  However there was a precedent of another case being decided in favor of a foster family.  County Counsel was representing social services, recommending movement to the relative home.   The County Attorney's office, which represented Tony, was fighting for him to stay with us.  We finally got our own attorney as well.

After numerous postponings, we finally made it to court.  The deciding testimony was that of Tony's pediatric MD, who was an expert on loss and separation, and told the judge that moving Tony would be detrimental, making him more susceptible to separation issues and ADHD.  What a great day when the judge ruled in our favor and decided Tony would stay with us.

Tony's adoption was finalized April 15 2009.  He was two years, two months at that time.   When he was adopted, Tony slept.  We celebrated at BJs.

Another big day for Tony was his sealing day at the temple.  We went out to celebrate before, because of people's schedule.  Sheri went to the car to change his butt, and left her purse as we were leaving soon.  Someone broke the window and took off with the purse, in that little time.  What a stunner, as the purse contained the documents we needed for the temple, as well as the recommends for most of our party.  Tony's older siblings were going to the temple as well.

With calls to our neighbor, who was able to fax the documents, and the Bishop being there to verify temple worthiness for everyone, we got the sealing done.  Tony wasn't happy until after.  He had to ride in a car with a broken window, and couldn't sleep like he normally did in the car.

It is a joy to have Tony as our son.  Tony reminds us every day that it is important to have a good time.  I took him to the library and he got to play on the computer, and climb on the seats, and look at books and after he said, "We had a good time."  I have taken him to the park and he swung like a “monkey” on the bar, and he pretended to be Spider Man in the swing and shot his pretend webs, and kicked me in the belly as I pretended to be the monster.  We would go by the creek and he threw stones into the water and I picked black berries. 

We have a good time.  He loves to bounce in bouncy hoses, he loves to play with his toys, and he loves McDonald's for the new toys.  Tony has the most winning smile.  His face is so expressive.  He has a good time, and in doing so has reminded us all that it is OK to have fun. 

After we moved to Manteca, Tony and I took the task of visiting all the parks so as to decide which we liked the most.  At that time we were looking for the best Spider Man net.  Now Tony prefers the monkey bars.  He loves to swing, and he has incredible upper body strength for his age and can do many tricks.  I can't remember exactly what the psychiatrist on MASH said, something like "Pull down your pants and slide on the ice."  That is our Tony.

Tony has a different lesson to teach.  This one is service.   He will bring candy and cookies to you.  He loved handing out candy for Halloween.  He will also do little things for you, without being asked, when he sees there is a need. 

Along with his service is his great faith.  He says the most outstanding prayers.  He has many things to tell Heavenly Father.  He is thankful for opportunities to play with his friends, for little things people do for him, for school, and for his momma.

Tony, like all our babies, is a miracle.  He is a miracle and we love him.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Lessons from my Children: Caleb; Have Faith


After Miranda was born so quickly, we expected Caleb to come even more quickly.  The thinking was each baby should be a little quicker, because the birth canal is a little bit more stretched out.  With Caleb that was far from the case.

I was working graveyard at the time.  I thought I would be with Sheri until the baby was born, and then slip over for the rest of my shift at work and then be with Sheri in the morning.  Man was I mistaken.  I had to call explain that I wasn't going to be in at all.  It seemed Caleb didn't want to be born.

We went to the hospital in the afternoon.  Caleb was definitely coming, but he came so slowly.  We went all night and into the next morning and still no Caleb.  Mom’s regular doctor was even able to attend the birth.  (At Valley Medical Center the interns covered the graveyard shift and the regular MD had a regular daytime shift.)  After Caleb was born, we discovered that his arm had entered the birth canal first and was blocking his progression.  We always thought it was his way of saying, “No not yet!  No not yet!”

 However Caleb was born, and there were no complications.  Caleb's lesson for me, was taught when he was very young.

When Caleb was only six or so, he burned his hands over spring break while we were camping.  He was leaning too far forward in a folding lawn chair, it collapsed, and he grabbed the fire ring catching himself.  The fire was enclosed in a metal ring, which had been heated by our fire.  He burned both his hands, one on the palm and the other on the back of the hand.

We were at Big Basin, and he was in a lot of pain on the way to the hospital, about 40 minutes away.  We tried to cool down his hands as best we could, Sheri sitting in the back seat with him as I drove.  We got him to the hospital and he ended up with big bandages on both his hands, and had to go to the wound center for treatments.  He still has some scars, but nothing that affected his ability to use his hands.

Caleb had already been practicing a song to sing in the adult session of conference a day after we were done camping, "I wonder When He Comes Again".  He did a great job.  His hands were bandaged and everything.  After the conference session a woman came to congratulate him.  She did it by grabbing both his hands, ignoring the bandages.  Caleb didn't say anything, but he was in obvious pain.

Caleb has always had a desire to perform.  That same year, Mark, his older brother, was in the High school musical, "The Music Man."  Mark portrayed Winthrop, the boy with the lisp.  Caleb decided he was going to portray the same roll in a play.  I don't know how he did it, but it happens the Middle School did the same musical that year and somehow Caleb, who was a first grader, had the roll of Winthrop for the Middle School Musical.  He was case opposite a young woman, seventh grader, who in the play had a crush on him.  Somehow they made it work.  Jeremy was in the musical as well as a salesman.  I think my other elementary kids were in the musical as well, as townspeople.  Caleb did a great job.  He has friends to this day from that experience.

I don't know how, but my kids have always seemed to get roles in plays at the higher institution with their older siblings.  In similar fashion Caleb was in "Once on an Island" with Mark and all the kids did "Into the Woods" with Mark.

Caleb though has had the most examples of this.  He played Jo Jo in the musical Seussical.  The musical was being presented by a different ward, but they needed someone to play Jo Jo, a male soprano.  Caleb’s voice has already changed, but he still managed to sing all those high notes.

Caleb is now playing with a group of friends in a high school garage band—Hot Spud.  They have written some nice songs and have had some success locally.  However they have plans for a lot more success.

Caleb has sung in the District choir the past two years.  This year he was able to sing a solo.  He believed in himself, and tried out.  And he was awarded the tenor solo.

Just goes to show, if you think it, you can do it.  Like the song they use to sing on PBS every Sunday morning when I was growing up, "If you want it, you can get it.  But to get it, you've got to want it.  Anything you want to try; just spread your wings, fly high!  Or the Jeff Goodrich song, "With God, nothing is impossible; But you must reach and take his hand."

More recently, you should have seen how excited Caleb was with the announcement of the lowered age for missionary services.  He will turn 18 just before graduating, and wants to be headed on his mission as close to then as he can.  He has big dreams, and big plans, and has a way to make his plans come true.  He exemplifies the poem:

Always Have a Dream

Forget about the days when it has been cloudy,
But don’t forget your hours in the sun.
Forget about the times you have been defeated,
But don’t forget the victories that you have won.
Forget about the lessons you can’t change now,
But don’t forget the lessons you have learned.
Forget about the days you have been lonely,
But don’t forget the friendly smiles you have seen.
Forget about the plans that didn’t seem to work out right,
But don’t forget to always have a Dream.

Caleb has been an example of great faith in his life, which has given him opportunities.  If I could have just a particle of the faith Caleb has now, and had as a small child, it would be well with me.  Caleb has taught me to have more faith.

Lessons from my Children: Miranda: The Little Things are Important

Lessons from my Children: Miranda; The Little Things are Important

Miranda was the quickest of our babies in coming. We were only at the hospital a couple of hours before she was born. Hers was also the most natural childbirth—there was not time for an epidural. It was a surprise to everyone at home when I called to report Miranda had been born. It seemed Sheri and I had barely left home to go to the hospital. The Fazzinos, who lived around the corner, watched the kids for us while Miranda was born. They were surprised as well, as I was home by ten to relieve them.
    Miranda is a stickler for detail.  It is she who remembers important things, and important dates.  A couple years ago, an February 8, she remembered it was Tony's birthday.  Tony had been our foster child who had come to us as a beautiful preemie baby.  We loved him and were proud of him.  But at two months he went to live with a relative foster home.  Miranda remembered him, and helped us remember him on his birthday.  Better yet, within a couple weeks after his birthday, Tony was returned to us, and he's still with us and we love him.
   But for better or worse I don't always see the little things that Miranda does that makes out family a Heaven on earth.  It is Miranda who fixes dinner when we are all to busy.  It is Miranda who will watch a baby at the last minute, even when she would rather not.
    Miranda and Caleb have recently become dog owners.  Miranda is particular to take care of the little things with the dog, making sure he has water and food, baths and flea medicine.  She gets mad at me if I feed him scraps from the table, as they are not good for his health.
    And that is the lesson Miranda is teaching me--how to be more sensitive to the little things.  I must admit this blog is the hardest for me to write.  I have not learned Miranda's lesson very well.  I am generally the laid back person, and as a result I miss important keys.  Consequently it seems too often I offend Miranda.  She has to put up with a lot living with her "old man."  My philosophy has always been that love would smooth over my faults, and everything would be OK.  However I am learning that sometimes the little things count; sometimes paying attention to them is how love is shown.
    I have a bad habit, especially where Miranda is concerned, of accentuating the negative.  I know better.  As Bing Crosby use to sing:
You've got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between

You've got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum
Have faith or pandemonium
Liable to walk upon the scene

(To illustrate his last remark
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
Just when everything looked so dark)

Man, they said we better
Accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between
No, do not mess with Mister In-Between
Do you hear me, hmm?

(Oh, listen to me children and-a you will hear
About the elininatin' of the negative
And the accent on the positive)
And gather 'round me children if you're willin'
And sit tight while I start reviewin'
The attitude of doin' right

(You've gotta accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between)

You've got to spread joy (up to the maximum)
Bring gloom (down) down to the minimum
Otherwise (otherwise) pandemonium
Liable to walk upon the scene

To illustrate (well illustrate) my last remark (you got the floor)
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they say (what did they say)
Say when everything looked so dark

Man, they said we better
Accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between
No! Don't mess with Mister In-Between

Elder M. Russel Ballard quoted different young people about how they follow Christ at the  CES fireside November 2010.  “I show faith in Christ by being consistent and doing the little things that matter most. By reading my scriptures, praying, and trying to love others as Christ would, my faith grows.”  He had asked a series of questions, which are worthy to help us remember to do the little things:

1. Are you happy with the direction of your life and the depth of your faith in the Lord Jesus Christ?
2. Do you love God with all of your heart, soul, strength, and mind? (See Luke 10:27.)
3. Are you doing the simple things in your everyday life?
a. Are you saying your prayers every morning and every night?
b. Are you reading every day from the holy scriptures?
c. Are you using appropriate language?
d. Are you being honest?
e. Are you living the Word of Wisdom?
4. Are you being kind and thoughtful of the needs of those around you?
5. Are you following the counsel of the Brethren … to avoid completely any kind of pornography?
6. Are you living worthy of a temple recommend?
7. Are you actively participating in your Sunday meetings, especially sacrament meeting—partaking of the sacrament worthily and renewing your covenants with the Lord?

This is a good lesson in looking at whether or not you are doing the things you should be doing.  In doing these things, one will find greater joy.  I have tried to live a Five-star life as presented by Bishop Betts in Ballard Ward—daily prayer, daily scripture study, family and individual; weekly family home evening and journal writing.  That is really six things but makes a good list.  Unfortunately I have come short, but Miranda is on her way to making these habits part of her life.  I need to better follow her example.

   So let me end this blog with an apology.  Miranda, I am sorry sometimes I miss the little things that you do that help our family.  I am sorry I come home, and the first thing I do is point out something I think you should have done.  I will do better.  I appreciate your pointing out that little things are important.  I will be more aware of your contribution.