Guess I have ignored my blogs long enough. There were loads of reasons. Mostly I think it just makes me feel like I'm talking to myself. It would be nice to know if anyone knows I'm here. My goodness, I'm sounding so sorry for myself. I'm not. I'm just don't know how to make contact. sometimes I need contact with someone new.

the pain of new technology

I have a new computor. Now I can't find anything thanks to "Vista". It took a while to get it set up to get here without jumping through hoops. Would someone tell me how come improvement make things harder to do. Shouldn't it make things easier? I wish I was more computor literate.

Gifts of the Most Worth

I was just reading another blog site. The post was about the past and part was about thebest Christmas gift she received. Her answer was that it was that they were poor and didn't know it. That is how I feel about my childhood. Money surely does not buy happiness. Love does that. The love we have for others and that they have for us. Many of my best memories were from times when we had very little in worldly goods. I remember making gifts for each other. For instance, necklaces of buttons or filberts(hazelnuts) and dolls made of scraps. It was the love and thoughtfulness that added to the value of these gifts. I thank my parents for teaching me to value those things of most worth. Like the sight of the night sky, flowers in a pile of rubble, the smile you bring the face of another. Thank You!

Love of photography

I love to take pictures. the other day Cottage Grove had the Bohemia Mining Days Parade. takeing pics of the parade was fun, but what I really liked were the pictures I took while waiting.
I wish I had the training and equipment to do the scenes justice. I think I will start a new blog of pictures. Something about taking pictures makes me feel enriched somehow. Mostly I love taking pictures of this beautiful world. It reminds me how blessed we are.

Charity

We had such wonderful talks in church today. One was on Charity and I wish I had the text to read again. He spoke about the need to fill our lives with it, and spoke of its different attributes. The scriptures speak of the importance of Charity. The Bible dictionary says, "Charity is the highest, noblest, strongest kind of love, not merely affection; the pure love of Christ. It is never used to denote alms or deeds or benevolence, although it may be a prompting motive.



1st Corinthians chapter 13 contains a great discription. basically it says that Charity is:

Love - for God, others and ourselves

Patience - with others and whatever comes our way in life

Kindness - to others as well as with ourselves

Humility - self esteem and lack of pride.We need to know that all humans are brothers and sisters.

Purity of action and thought

Rejoice in truth

Bear what comes our way

Believe - in God and his teachings

Hope - I must believe and hope that life will ultimately be well worth the struggles

These are the thought of my heart as I read the many scriptures on Charity. This is who I want to be. This is freedom and joy!

Geneology - a dream come true

I am trying to work on my geneology. I sure haven't earned my wings in the subject. It sure makes you want to know the people you come from. Wish I could chat with them for an hour or so. Imagine what I could learn. I believe I have met one, briefly. I was trying to compile info on my grandmother. I had been trying to remember when she died but had block. I prayed a lot. One night I had a remarkable dream. I was standing by a dutch door in an endless wall. There was a doorbell, so I rang it. I told the man who opened the top of the door that I wanted to speak to Orl (Oliver) Weston. When she reached the door I ask her for her death date. She gave me a date I kew was wrong. I told her I wanted to take her to the temple. (If you are LDS you understand what I mean) She said that where she was was all she deserved. I told her I wanted her to be my grandmother forever, and she deserved better that this sad place. She gave me another date.
A voice from beside her spoke up. "Orl, you know that is not true." I peeked around the door. There stood a small, sweetlooking lady. Her hair was very light brown and it was wrapped around her head like a crown. I had no doubt of her identity. It was Grandma's mother,Hannah Amelia Gates Oliver. She gave me the right date and the three of us were suddenly kneeling and crying for joy in a lovely field. When I woke up I wrote down the date. Of course it was correct. It took me a long while to find her information, but I did. Her family is now nearly complete. I am seeking her youngest brother(see earlier post ) He was born and adopted into their family in apx. 1901. His full name is William Francis Oliver. He is believed to have died inthe 1940s while working as a lineman in California. Maybe in stockton. Please help me find him!

Faith

I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. The gospel is the foundation of my life. My life like everyone else's has had it's share of troubles and woes. My faith in the savior and in his love for us has always been my strength. I love to talk about my faith, so if you are interested,please let me know.