I've Finally Found a Barber

So I've finally found a barber in Ewa Beach.  Up until now I've gone to Fantastic Sam's or Supercuts but haven't really liked them.  Besides being outrageously expensive and them never cutting my hair the way I wanted, I always felt that I just didn't belong.  I think it was the Hawaiian, haole thing.  The barbershop is Teddy's Barbershop in Ewa Beach.  Don't try liking him on Facebook.  You won't find him.  I've seen the shop a couple of times when we have gone to the beach at the end of Fort Weaver Road.  Of course, you have to keep your eyes peeled for it.  There is a small sign above the door and the barber pole is nearly hidden by the papaya tree.  I've intended to stop by and see if it were really a barbershop.  I guess it was the fact that it had a papaya tree growing in the front and that it looked like someone's personal residence that has make me doubt.

I guess that is one of the things that caught my eye.  It looked rather homey.  For the longest time, years in fact, I have gravitated to people who would cut my hair in their homes.  I think I started this habit when we first moved to La Habra, California back in 1988.  I have had such great hair stylists, usually from the ward.  I have greatly appreciated each one.

Anyway, I walked up to the gate just in front of the door and called in as I opened it to go in.  I wanted to make sure that it was indeed a shop and I wasn't walking into someone's front room.  Sure enough, Teddy was in the shop waiting for his next customer.  I'm guessing Teddy, a Hawaiian of Philipino decent, was was in his eighties.  I'm guessing that because on the mirror in front of the only station in the room was a stencil that said, "In loving memory of Marina Pascual Tobias, Sept 1929 to July 2006".  If that were his wife and they were about the same age, that would put him in his eighties. 

The building was of older Hawaiian construction, post and beam but the inside had paneling rather than being exposed to the outer sheeting.  The paneling was applied with screws and 16D nails.  The lower jalousies were open which was a good thing because there was no air conditioning to cool the room off and the uppers only let light in.  I don't think people clean them much here.  The flooring was peel and stick orange tiles with an octagonal pattern but it fit the decor of the rest of the room.

I think I 'm getting used to living here in Hawaii.  A lizard ran past us as I was in the chair.  That is feeling rather normal now.  On Sunday, a lizard ran across the clerk office wall at church and from time to time they run across the wall at home.  Doesn't everyone live that way, with lizards and all being part of the family?  I guess I'm not willing to close up the house.  The trade winds are so effective at keeping things cool and often out of doors living is indistinguishable from the in doors living.  It just all feels very Hawaiian.

So I told Teddy that I wanted a quarter inch left on the sides and an inch on the top.  I guess I was going for the Caesar look.  He then came around the chair and said, "It looks like you are going for the way my hair grows, from the top down."  You see, Teddy to is bald on the top.  I guess he thought to make that observation because I haven't shaved today and I don't have much hair left on the top.  So he was right.  My hair is growing down towards the bottom of my face from the top where it used to grow.  You know I have been itching to grow my beard again.  Maybe it's time to start.

I could tell that when Teddy started cutting my hair he was being conservative.  He didn't have at it like the barbers did when I went to basic training in the Army.  He started at the bottom with one set up clippers and worked his way up before he changed to another set of clippers.  I could tell that he didn't quite have the vision of what I had in mind.  I guess he was being a bit conservative.  It is easier for the customer to say take more off instead of trying to glue it back on.  I almost told him to go for broke but another customer, a local, came in.  I didn't feel like having him keep cutting.

He brought out the straight razor and cleaned up my sideburns, ears, and neckline.  He wiped off the shaving cream and rubbed in Barbasol shaving lotion.  I've decided there is nothing that makes you feel so manly as to have a barber shave your neck and rub you down with aftershave.  It smells so good.  He finished up by dusting me with powder.  He pulled out a brush that looked like a painter's brush but it had nice and soft bristles.

So much of Hawaii feels like it is caught in the sixties or seventies.  I was pleased to only pay $10.00.  Well, maybe that price was more like the eighties.  Never the less I was very pleased to pay only $10.00.  It was worth that much and every bit more.  You know maybe I will grow my beard again.  I've finally found a barber who can help me keep it groomed and not cause me to break the bank.  I walked away feeling very satisfied that I found someone I could trust and I hoped could be my Hawaiian barber friend.

Happiness is being a Grandpa

I don't know how to start this blog other than saying that happiness is being a grandpa. I could give you a travel log of my trip but that would be rather mundane. I could wax rather profound but ... well, I might just do that anyway. I know that the folks at home would rather I just get on with it and post pictures. After all, pictures is what they want. The picture to the left is Milo dress up in his blessing outfit. His mom sewed the vest, Grandpa Sappington found the tie and couldn't resist getting it, and the pants were from the white tux that Grandpa Allred and Milo's rockin' Aunt Deborah found in a bridal shop. He looked absolutely handsome and extremely smart if you ask me.

He was such a good boy when he was being blessed. He was very quiet and just looked at everyone in the circle. I'm afraid that I was so focused on Milo that I barely heard a work his father said. I will just have to read the notes that Grandma Shipman wrote down.

My brother, Richard, and his wife, Barbara, came up from Draper. It was very much appreciated that they came up to share a wonderful time in our lives. They have always come through and I can always count on them.

Poor Milo had to put up with picture taking all day long. In the morning before church, we took pictures of him in the outfit that he was blessed in as well as pictures of the white tux that Grandma Allred and Aunt Deborah sent out with me. In the afternoon after church, there was another round of pictures. This time he had to put up with the group photos in all possible combinations. I guess this is great training for when he gets married and has to endure the wedding photos. I'm sure if Milo knew about the paparazzi he would have felt like he were a celebrity.

Milo didn't care too much for having change from one outfit to the next just so we could get a photo but I promised Grandma Allred some good photos of him in the white tux. I guess it is a guy thing. We don't like to be messed with and we don't like to change from one outfit to the other for no reason.

He ended up happy after all even though he was changed once again into the outfit that he went to church in.


And so we end the day with photos of Shipman Family with Grandma Shipman











And another photo with Grandpa Allred.

Believe it or not, the room was filled with family. We just didn't get any photos of the whole group. I'm sure Milo was happy that we didn't take more photos.




So one last thought. I don't know that I understand what it is to be a grandfather or what they do. Check back with me in a few. I can tell you what the differences and similarities of being a father vs a grandfather. A grandfather can look back and remember. Like a father a grandfather looks forward with dreams for the future.

A Time to Reflect on Terrorism and Life

Today is a day to reflect on terrorism, our war on terrorism and our respect for life. Last night when I heard that Osama Bin Laden was killed, I was grateful that at last our country had accomplished a key security objective. We had finally got the man responsible for the thousands of American deaths within the boundaries of our country's borders.

In contrast, I was a little distressed in the jubilation shown in the news reports of people celebrating Bin Laden's death. Don't get me wrong; Bin Laden was an evil man and deserved to be captured, tried, and punished for the crimes he committed. Unfortunately he did not allow himself to be captured but chose to be killed instead.

This experience made me remember the summer of 1987. Pierre Dale Selby was executed for the HiFi Murders in Ogden, Utah. I remember feeling that the execution not only was necessary but that it was also our darkest obligation to society. There is nothing to be joyful of or to celebrate. We owed it to the concepts of justice that we punished those who committed unspeakable crimes against society. How can we find joy in the loss of any life who has not lived it well.

Life is too sacred. We are to reverence it. To celebrate an execution or the death of a murderer such as Bin Laden is to offend the inherent divinity that each human possesses. It is to move us closer to the evil of those like Bin Laden, those who deny the divinity of the community of mankind.

So let us continue to pursue the evil extremists who have fought against us. Let us capture or kill those who merit justice. I hope that we are able to gather more evidence to identify them. I hope we find and punish all who deserve it. I also hope we show them respect so that we maintain that which makes us more like the people we are destined to be.

Green Acres is the Place for Me!

I have been trying for several years to get a garden plot in one of Columbia's community gardens. This year with a stroke of luck I got one. Several weeks ago I stopped by the West Side Garden to see if I could find the manager or at least find someone who could give me information. I found found Llewellyn Richardson, a wonderful man for the West Indies. He was so happy to get me in contact with the garden manager. I gave him my phone number so he could call me with the manager's contact information. Later that day he called me and gave me her email. He checked back with me the next couple of days to see if I had tried to contact her and to see if she had contacted me. To make a long story short, Joanne, the manager, put me on the waiting list and Sunday my number finally came and I was able to pick out a plot.

The plot I chose was in the middle of the gardens away from the tree line. It also had a fence around it. Joanne told me that that plot was prone to flooding. I chose it anyway because it fit my criteria, I wouldn't have to spend a lot of money putting up a fence and since it was in the middle garden plots it would be less prone to deer. Joanne did tell that much of the fence had to be replaced because it was unacceptable. It was the plastic 1" mesh and some of it was blue to boot. For some reason, that was not okay. She said that the animals get caught in the plastic. The 1"x2" wire mesh was okay. How is it that the animals get caught in the plastic and not the metal when the mesh size is about the same size? The little bit of chicken wire is definitely out. It doesn't look good she said. All this reinforces the feeling that I don't belong in Columbia. I don't understand why someone else can decide what looks good and that that is the way everything should be. I happen to like chicken wire and free plastic fences. Don't even get me started on the organic gardening comments I got. I didn't know that my plants knew the difference between fertilizer that came from a big box store or one that came from compost. You know Columbia is a very educated area. I guess all that education trickles down to the plants too.

Monday Susan and I went over to the homestead to clear the land and get it ready for planting. We raked, we weeded, we hauled garbage to the trashbin. By the time we had to go, the garden plot was something we could be proud of. It just needed to have the soil turned and tilled. Susan was able to start turning the soil. It was soft and easy to work. We were both pleased that there was an abundance of worms.

Tuesday I stopped by after work to continue turning soil. To my surprise, I discovered Llewellyn had plots on the two sides of ours.

He gave me pointer on how to turn soil with my garden fork. It was just the way Susan was doing it. She is a natural gardener. Llewellyn also told me that I shouldn't have problems with flooding in my plot if I mounded the rows and dug furrows. Tuesday evening Susan's visiting teacher brought over a Mantis tiller to use.

Wednesday I continued turning the soil until it started to rain. There were so many worms in the soil. Tressa would be proud. I was itchy to try the Mantis tiller that Susan's visiting teacher loaned us. I had to got a couple of wing nuts and bolts, gas, and two cycle oil. I wasn't sure that it was going to start but sure enough it started right up. By that time, the rain had stopped and I went back to try the tiller out. Fortunately the soil wasn't too wet. I got half of the plot tilled. The soil looked beautiful. The Mantis made the soil look like sifted flour. Yes, I was disturbing the worms by giving them a twirl around the tiller blades. I rationalized that I was helping them reproduce by cutting them up.

Thursday I continued forking the plot. I almost finished.

Eldon got home from Provo Thursday morning at about 2:30 AM. Little did he know that he was going to help.

I learned something on Thursday evening. Let me start by saying I have been meeting the other gardeners at West Side Gardens. I have already told you about Llewellyn. There is Judy and Lee on the other side of our plot. I met Sue and Ginney who have plots two sections away from us. A better name for Sue would be Carbon Footprint Sue. As Eldon was finishing us turning the soil in the plot, I went over to say hello. They asked me how I liked my Mantis. They made sure I knew that I was destroying the soil microstructure, adding to the carbon foot print by tilling, and killing all the earth worms. I walked away horrified. I was afraid they were going to report me to PETA for worm homicide. Then the real terror set in. I realized that my daughter was the Secretary of the Worm Concern Association. How was I going to explain my evil deed to her?

Friday, Eldon and I went and started planting. We got the cabbage, brussel sprouts, and bell peppers in.

Saturday I hauled the compost that we have been making in the back yard over and covered the hills to keep the moisture in and block the weeds seeds from sprouting. I tilled the darkest compost into the soil. Joanne would be so proud of me. I actually used some concepts of organic gardening. I finished the day by planting a half row of peas, two hills of squash, lettace, and carrots. I went home content with the work that we have completed this week and that the compost I had taken over had worms in it. I also noticed that some of the native worms survived their spin in the tiller. The WormConASec will be relieved.

The Voyage is Over

Today I got home from my trip out west. I am glad to be home. The conference that took me away from home was well worth the effort.

Thursday the conference got over at noon. One of my coworkers was worried about getting to the airport by herself Friday afternoon so she and I made a dry run to the airport. I guess she was a little nervous since when she got in it took her four hours to get from the airport to her hotel. It should have taken her 30 minutes max.

After I got back form the airport, I went over to look for Susan's nephew who works in one of the casinos. However, when I got there I was told he was training and would be back for another week. I had hoped to get a chance to see him.

I decided I had time to go do a session at the Mesa Temple. On the way, I stopped at a nursery I had passed by all week on my way to my conference. I wanted to see if I could learn what some of the plants were I had seen in some of the landscaping the the conference.

When I got to the temple, I was getting a bit hungry. I thought I would see if there was a cafeteria at the temple where I could eat. I was pleased that there still is one.

I enjoyed very much having the opportunity of going to the temple. It made me remember the members I worked with on my mission and the sacrifices they made to go to the temple in Mesa. I remembered how Sister Gutierrez, the wife of the mission doctor, talked about what a wonderful experience it was for her and her family when they traveled from Mexico City to Mesa to go to the temple. She was so grateful for the opportunity receive their temple blessing. I another sister who was the ward Relief Society president who tatted many doilies to earn money for her family to make the expensive trip from the Mexico City suburb of Aragon. I bought two from her and sent one to Mom and Grandma Spendlove.

Now instead of having to travel to Mexico the members in Mexico have twelve temples. Two of the cities I worked in have temples, Mexico City and Tampico.

After I got out of the temple, I was able to get in touch with Dorothy, a coworker who left Maryland and return home to Arizona. Thu and I met Dorothy, her grandson Andreas, and her niece Sherrie for dinner.

Yesterday I returned home. It was great to finally be home. I loved seeing family and the conference was worth while.

Mesa Temple

This week I flew to Scottsdale. I took the opportunity to drive the Mesa Temple. Below are photos.

Thoughts on the Draper Temple Open House

Saturday started early. We spent the morning talking about stories from family history. There were so many stories related that I can hardly remember even one of them. I will endeavor to write them in the coming months as I have felt the need to write my parents history.

About 1:00 pm, we headed over to the Draper Temple open house. As expected, it was beautiful. The tour started in the wedding waiting room. We went to the instruction room where we saw a 12 minute video on the purpose of temples and the history of the church in Draper. We proceeded to the baptistry. The sister who presented the video mentioned that there are compass motifs in the baptistry and through out the temple. In fact, the oxen are standing on a dial of a compass.

We do baptisms for the dead because it is a necessary ordinance in order to enter into the Kingdom of God. As many inhabitants of the earth have not had the opportunity to hear the gospel of Jesus Christ or to receive baptism in His church, baptism for the dead is necessary for the salvation of mankind in the God’s kingdom.

We then moved on through the locker rooms, past the instruction rooms, and made our way through the ordinance rooms where the endowment is presented. It appears to me that this temple will have two sets of ordinance rooms and that endowment will unfold in two rooms. The first with beautiful murals of woods and mountains will depict the creation of the world, the Garden of Eden, and the Telestial Kingdom. The next room will depict the Terrestrial Kingdom. It was done in off white colors. The drapery leading to the temple veil was a forest green. We then went into the Celestial Room. This was a most spectacular room. The room was from twenty to thirty foot square and about fifty feet high. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. This room reminds us of the potential we have as children of God and the peace we will have when we enter back to His presence.

While baptism is necessary to enter into the Kingdom of God, the endowment is necessary to understand the purpose for coming to earth and to understand the nature of God and our relationship to Him as well as what we need to know to reenter into His presence. Just as an endowment at a university is a gift of money, the endowment in the temple is a gift but of knowledge of God and His power. The endowment starts with the creation of the earth and the condition in which Adam and Eve found themselves when they were in the placed in the Garden of Eden.

The endowment explains the fall of man when Eve and then Adam partook of the fruit of knowledge of good and evil and why the fall was necessary for the progression of Adam and Eve, for them to have children, and thus for the creation of mankind. Because of the fall, mankind became ineligible and unworthy to enter back into the presence of God. As a result of the fall, God presented the plan to send Jesus Christ, the Savior of the world, to make us eligible to return to Him and be forgiven of our sins. To be eligible, we must follow Him, pray to the Father, and sacrifice all we have been given to Him. We are taught how to pray and what we need to know to enter back into the presence of God. We are then allowed to enter into the presence of God as we enter into the Celestial Room.

The endowment is an ennobling experience and is beautiful. It is through the endowment as weel as the other ordinances of the temple that we learn what we need to become as our Father in heaven and achieve our full potential.

We reverence what we learn in the endowment by not discussing the specifics of the ordinances outside of the temple. We do on the other hand invite all to attend the temple and participate the ordinances found there. That is the reason we as a church work so hard to preach the gospel and nurture members of the church so they can enter the temple to receive these ordinances.

The next room we saw was one of the ceiling rooms. We filed into the room and sat down. The rooms were like all the other rooms in the temple, simply beautiful. Like the Celestial Room it was done in shades of white. The room was about 30 by 30 feet and about 30 feet tall. There was a crystal chandelier above the alter. There were beautiful mirrors facing each other on both wall opposite the alter much like the one in the Celestial Room but smaller. The mirrors reflect off each other and help us imagine eternity. I reflected that the feeling I felt was much like the feeling I had when I attended each of Richard and Barbara’s children’s temple weddings. The feeling was of complete joy and peace.

How grateful I am of the promises we receive as we marry in the temple. The promise that the familial relationships will continue through eternity; that the love we share one for another will not end.

The tour then made its way to the recommend area or the lobby of the temple. Because Linda and I had taken our time going through many of the rooms, Jan and Richard were ahead of us. I took my time because I wanted to drink in the architecture of the temple. I tried to understand what the designers intended as the temple was designed. When we got to the recommend area, Jan and Richard were seated and waiting for us. We joined them in the conversation as they talked about the purpose of the temple and the Plan of Salvation. Richard explained how after this life if we have not received our temple ordinances that when we go to the spirit world we will be assigned to the spirit prison until we hear the gospel and the temple ordinances are performed on our behalf. I so appreciated hearing Richard talk. As we were growing up, he was the example of our family. He was the priesthood holder who blessed us in many ways. For me, this was one of the sweet moments of the day.We left the temple and went to the stake center across the parking lot and had some refreshments. Richard picked us up in the car and we went back to Richard’s where we met up with Barbara.

We spent the afternoon and then met Mark and Elizabeth at Fong restaurant for dinner.
After dinner we returned to Richard and Barbara’s, to watch the infamous wedding videos of me giving Andy and Ashlee advice. The shot is of me, Elizabeth, and Mark. I was waxing long in my advice. I was giving what I thought was very deep wise advise. You can see Elizabeth looking around waiting for me to finish looking at little bit board. Elizabeth then gives her advise that she should listen to everyone’s advise and then do what in the hell you please. I guess the funniest part is hearing Richard give the introduction to the video segment and then the blow by blow comments. While on the surface one would guess that Elizabeth’s comment stole my thunder, I think it has been played so many times that I would bet that Andy and Ashlee will remember what I said. For that, I thank Elizabeth for helping get my segment played so many times.
We then saw the photos that Richard had scanned of my parents and the early years of our family. We left for Mark and Elizabeth’s place around 9:10 pm.
Sunday morning Mark and I went to the Priesthood Leadership Session of their stake conference. I enjoyed the session very much.

During the general session of the conference their stake president was released.

After conference, we went home, Elizabeth made dinner, then she did studying while I read emails.

Later in the evening we went back to Richard and Barbara’s. Austin and Meagan were there and we had a chance to visit and get to know their two kids, Houston and Taryn. Kelton, Adam and Aubrey’s boy, was also there and we got a chance to see him. Not long after they left Andy and Ashlee came over. They didn’t want their picture taken. So in exchange they promised to come and visit us in Maryland next year.

I am grateful to my cousin Linda for arranging this trip that has been filled with many happy moments. She invited Jan to come for the temple open house and then encouraged me to come. I was fortunate that I could time this in conjunction with the IMAPS conference in Scottsdale. Much good has come out of her efforts.

My Visit with one of the World's Greatest Men and the Woman Who Made Him that Way

The trip continues. Tuesday night I was able to post my last blog entry. Eldon gave me access to his wireless router. Anyway I got to bed after midnight and woke up around 5:30 pm. My body clock said it was time to wake up.

It was so wonderful to spend the evening with Eldon. He was busy getting his school work done. I was glad he did what he needed to do and not get distracted by my being there. Through the evening three of his six roommates came in and out, Richard, Curtis, and Patrick. They seemed like a good bunch of guys. Eldon says he is the closest with Curtis. From their interaction one with another, I can see why that is true.

I got up showered and got ready. Curtis asked if I wanted oatmeal for breakfast. He also made some for Eldon. I was impressed with his thoughtfulness.

As an editorial note, Josiah has taught me a new way to look at the world through photography. The following photo is an attempt to replicate his style. But more importantly it says all that needs to be said in regards to how Eldon and his roommates have decorated their apartment. It is totally utilitarian.
I dropped Eldon off at the Clyde building and headed off to Salt Lake. I called Melvin, Susan’s dad, to see if he was free.

Along the way I passed by the Oquirrh Mountain Temple. I stopped to take some pictures. I think the open house is later this month. The workers are doing the landscape. I don’t know why I am attracted to temples. I always have. Before I received my endowments, it was one of my greatest aspirations. Now that I have been a worker in the Washington, DC temple, much seems routine. Never the less, I always feel closer to the Lord when I am near the temple.
Melvin and I went to breakfast at IHOP. We talked about my upcoming assignment at work. He was thrilled at the work I will be doing. I said he wanted to come along with me.

We then headed over to see Tanya. They are all well. John is getting ready to get married to Paige. They have found a basement apartment for next nothing just three doors up from Eric and Tanya’s house. Sam showed me his drawings. He is ready very good. I think he will do well as a graphic artist.

On the way home, we drove downtown to see the progress on the City Creek Center renovation project. Once home, we spent some time just talking.

As I was getting into the rental car, I noticed that the tires were worn down to the wear bars. The rental company, asked me to bring it in and for an exchange. For the inconvenience, they upgraded my car to a Corolla.

On the way the exchange the car, I called Uncle John and Aunt Arlene to see how they were doing. Aunt Arlene invited be over to see them. I was hoping they would invite me. I felt as though I shouldn't ask to come unless invited in case they didn’t feel ready for me to visit.

We had a great time talking telling how the kids were doing, to talk about memories of Mom.

I headed off to Logan about 4:30. I was afraid I would be caught in evening traffic but it moved well all the way to Logan.

I got to Logan after 6:00 pm. Talked to Aunt Reta and Uncle Rex for a bit and Uncle Rex and I headed over the Golden Corral to have dinner.

After we got back, I talked to Aunt Reta and Uncle Rex until nearly midnight. I was rather tired for not sleeping the entire night the night before.

One thing we talked about is my mother. After talking to Aunt Gerta, Uncle John and Aunt Arlene, and Uncle Rex and Aunt Reta, I noticed a common theme when referring to Mom's personality. The all said Mom was sweet, kind, and loving. I think it is true. She was avery kind person.

Yesterday I got up and had breakfast with Uncle Rex. He asked me what I wanted. He offered eggs but I told him I would have what he had. He asked me if I was sure and I said yes. So he pulled out a big bowl about the size to serve a salad. He put Grape Nuts in the bottom, next a scoop of whey protein, followed by Kashi Go Lean, cut up dried apricots, prunes, raisins, and Cheerios. Served with milk. Uncle Rex is in incredible health. He rides his stationary bike in the evening before he goes to bed, he exercises in the morning before he starts his day which includes 100 push ups and up to ten chin ups. He says he has slowed down a bit because he does his push ups with his knees on the floor rather than the standard push up. It hurts his back too much.

After breakfast, Uncle Rex asked me if I needed a haircut. Well, I always go too long between haircuts. In fact, the last person who gave me a haircut saw how long my hair was getting and offered to cut it again. During the haircut this person asked if they were the last person to cut my hair. I said yes and the this person thought so. Anyway back to the story. Uncle Rex took me to a sister in his ward named Dana. Her husband has a tumor in his head that is growing. He has not been able to work and needs someone with him continuously. Dana cuts hair to make ends meet as her husband can no longer work. Uncle Rex has made it a point to have the brethren in the ward go to her for haircuts. Uncle Rex had his hair cut first. I don't think he really needed his hair cut but he did anyways. I on the other hand was due. Uncle Rex gave the sister many times what the haircut was worth. She was so appreciative. This was a wonderful expression of Christian service to a sister in the ward.

We then went down to the Foundation. A group of farmers were in and Uncle Rex needed to make a presentation. After the presentation, we all went to lunch at the Peppermill, a restaurant located in the refurbished Penney’s building downtown.

At 83, Uncle Rex is still heavily involved in scientific research. A couple of projects they are working on is to solve the high cost of health care and green house gases. Uncle Rex’s foundation has developed a test procedure for multiple diseases at once. Current technology is to screen for one disease in a micro well (or cell). Uncle Rex is proposing to put multiple receptor sites in an array of wells and test for multiple diseases. Currently one test cost $15 dollars to run. Using Uncle Rex’s method, it would cost 71 cents per test. Under his proposal, people would get screened for diseases twice a years. By catching diseases sooner, the treatments are easier and more cost effective to treat. This would alleviate much suffering.

The Foundation has a fuel additive that will improve fuel efficiency and therefore will decrease green house gases.

They are also working decreasing ammonium nitrate particulate emissions in the air. In Cache Valley, there is a good amount of NOx emissions in the air. Combine that with the ammonia generated from farmer spreading manure in the fields and ammonium nitrate is formed. Uncle Rex’s proposal is to digest the manure in covered lagoons that capture methane as a fuel source the farmer can us. The nitrogen compounds are then harvested in the lagoon sludge.

Uncle Rex’s aim is solve today’s problems with technology. His motivation is to improve the world and relieve suffering. He is not motivated by profit.

We had a conversation about waking up early and working on problems. He says he gets his best insights at that time of day. He attributes that the enabling power of the atonement. I believe receives revelation on how to proceed with his work. The problems are great and the obstacles are immense. I believe he is going to continue doing great work in the next ten to fifteen years. This is why I have voted him one of the greatest men who have lived.

So what about the woman who made him one of the greatest men who have lived? She has enabled him to do his work. She has raised their family. Being an extremely bright woman, she has counseled him on his difficult problems. I find it more than a coincidence the her middle name is Brite.

I am grateful for her influence in my life. I went to live with Uncle Rex and Aunt Reta as I started down paths that would lead me to a wretched life. She set the course that has enabled me to choose a better way. Much of the success I have achieved with my family I can attribute to her. Our family will be blessed for three and four generations because of what she has done for me.

This morning I got up, read my scriptures and had breakfast. Uncle Rex didn't ask me if I wanted the same cerial mix he prepared yesterday. He just made it up. I spent the rest of the morning writing my blog entry. Aunt Reta came downstairs and later on Cheri, Lisa, and Lori came over and we spoke.

After Uncle Rex came home, We talked more and I returned to Salt Lake and had dinner with Richard and Barbara at Goodwoods. We went to Richard's and Barbara's house looked at old pictures, had cake and ice cream and went to bed.

Richard and I stayed up a bit and talked about what should go into a history and I am going to write about Dad.

Dad's Most Wonderful Las Vegas Adventure

As you know, I am now on a most wonderful adventure to the West. Saturday Susan dropped Eldon and me off at the airport to catch planes to our respective destinations, I to Las Vegas and Eldon to Salt Lake to resume the semester at Brigham Young University.

I got into Vegas and to Jennifer's, my niece, about 10:00 pm. Sunday morning Jennifer, Tiffany, Madison, and I went to church. They are still meeting in the Pecos and Osage building because the 8 th and Franklin building is closed. Apparently during the last remodel they didn't engineer the dropped ceiling properly and now the trusses are failing. The chapel roof is at risk of collapsing. The church is trying to figure out if they are going to tear the building down or repair it.

It was wonderful to be back in the ward that I grew up in. I was able to see so many of the members who were there when I was a kid.

I felt I should get up to bear my testimony. As I looked down in the audience, I could see Sister Kathy Simpson smiling back at me. I took the opportunity to sit in front of her in Sunday School. As we talked before the class started, she asked me questions about what I am doing. I could tell from her questions and her reactions to my responses she truly thought I was something special. I think every guy needs someone to think they are special now and then. I guess she liked me as I was growing up.

After church, we had a bit to eat. I then went to Danny's house and spent the evening with his family. On the way over to his apartment, I drove the old neighborhood. So much is different. I can hardly find the houses of the people I knew growing up. The yards seem so unkempt, not watered, and generally run down. The synagogue, Temple Beth Salome, is no longer a synagogue. The Huntridge Theater is closed. The post office is closed. The First Naitonal Bank where my mother banked and had her mortgage for nearly twenty years is now a pawn shop. There is and abundance of payday loan shops and places where one can take out a loan on the equity of their car. The Larkin's home has been foreclosed and is now empty. It looks like it had been converted into an assisted living center with ramps, fire alarm pulls, and pipes running on the ceiling for fire sprinklers.

Yesterday morning I got ready to go to St. George to visit Aunt Gerta. After Jennifer got Dylan and Tiffany off to school, I helped get her registered on the New.familysearch.org and ward web sites. Jennifer is truly interested in researching her father's lines as well as her kid's father's lines.
On my way to St. George I stopped to pick up a Dad's death certificate for Linda but I went to the wrong offices. I went to the county offices. I needed to go over to the Health Department on Shadow Lane. I will try again tomorrow.

I got to Aunt Gerta's about 2:00 pm. She is doing well although she is dizzy and unstable on her feet. She is still living in her house at 94 and taking care of herself. She gets out and walks down her side street and then down the front of the house to get the mail every day. She needs help with her walker but is able to do it anyway.

After awhile, Beverly, Aunt Gerta's daughter came over to see me. It was a great visit. We talked of memories of Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa Spendlove. I find myself being grateful for the memories I have of dear family and friends.

Jennifer asked me how Aunt Gerta fills her time. Well, I can say that she probably fills her time better than I. She crochets afghans for the humanitarian efforts in the ward, she reads two chapters a day in the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, and the New Testaments, and her temple recommend is current. She isn't able to get out to church because she is too unstable and I imagine the crowds are too much for her to deal with.

I was thrilled that Aunt Gerta gave me an Afghan. I will think of her everytime I wrap up in it.

She made me dinner. Isn't that shameful but I let my 94 year old aunt make me dinner but I insisted on washing the dishes even though she told me she would do it.

I left about 7:00 pm. On the way out I stopped at the temple. I visited the Visitor's Center to learn more about the construction of the temple. I then walked around the grounds. This is where it all started for Susan and me on September 28, 1982. It has been a wonderful twenty-six and one half years.

This morning I went with Jennifer to drop Madison off at her second day of pre school. Later I was able to get over to the Health Department and pick up Dad's death certificate for Linda.

I had lunch with Greg Larkin my good friend when I was growing up.

When we were walking out to his car to go to lunch, I realized that he had driven the 1967 E type Jaguar that belonged to his dad when we were growing up. This was a treat to drive in the car. It reminded me of the trip we took our senior year to Long beach, California to see cruise ship the Queen Mary. I was writting a research paper on the Queen Mary and wanted to tour it. I asked Greg if we could go and our parents gave us permission. It was great to travel to California in a sportscar to boot. On the way we found a long, straight, empty stretch or road and Greg opened it up. We did better than 100 mph for a few minutes. CHILDREN, DON'T TRY THIS IN MY OR YOUR CARS. GREG WAS A TRAINED HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR AND WE WERE BOTH INDESTRUCTABLE. We stayed on Greg's family's sail boat in New Port Beach, toured the Queen Mary, went to church in Laguna Beach (if I remember right), and drove up the coast with the top down. It was a great feeling that our parents trusted us enough to go on this trip. In no way, was I going to do anything that would break that trust. We did nothing that they would disapprove of or that they wouldn't have done.

During lunch, Greg and talked about our families, the state of the country, and how Las Vegas had changed since we grew up. I invited Greg and Juliana to come visit us in Maryland. I think he was serious about accepting the invitation. Although I haven't seen him for about friendship is as strong as ever.

After lunch, I hurried back to Jennifer and Kevin's to load my stuff in the car and head for the airport to catch a flight to Salt Lake. The flight however was two hours late getting off. Even though I got to the airport too late to have garentee that my luggage got on the flight, they all got there with me.

I drove to Provo to drop of the suitcase I brought for Eldon. I asked him if I could stay the night and then had second thoughts. I had forgotten that single students don't go to bed until after midnight. I will let you know how the turned out.

By the way, Eldon made me the most wonderful PB&J sandwich made from Susan's homemade bread for dinner. It doesn't get any better than this.

We Went to George Washington's Birthnight Party and Dined with Senator Taswell of Virginia.

The year was 1799 and we were invited to George Washington's birthnight party.

This year our Mickey Mac's father was able to procure the hotest tickets in Alexandria, Virgina on February 14th. The event was held at the Gatsby Tavern Museum, the center of social society in the late 1700's. While most of the attendees were dressed appropriately (see our photos), there were some who were dressed in the most bizarre garb, probably something one would wear in the 21st century.

We arrived a bit too late to be announced but were in time to hear George and Martha being presented. Therefore we missed the social gathering in the reception hall. The Gatsby's invited us into the ballroom for a brief dancing demonstration before going over to the dinning room for dinner.



At dinner, we dined with Senator Taswell of Virginia. It was interesting conversation. However, the feeling at the table changed when the senator told us that because he hurried to Alexandria to this birthnight party he got chilled. As a result, he got sick when he returned to Philadelphia and died nine days later. Yes, it was hard to enjoy dinner when one of your dinner party is going to die.

Throughout dinner, the men gave toasts. Here are a some:

"Gentlemen! Ladies! The President of the United States, may his administration be successful in supporting the dignity and independence of the United States!"


"This grand assembly has gathered to honor a great man on the anniversary of his birth. A man whose leadership established our Republic. Gentlemen! Ladies! I give you his most Honorable George Washington"


"Let us not forget the courage and daring displayed when, in the freezing darkness of night, our Great Washington stole across the Delaware and surprised our enemy. Gentleman! Ladies! General George Washington"


After each toast, the party raised their glasses and yelled, "Huzzah!"

The menu was:

Potato Bisque Soup

Slices of Roasted Duck Breast with Caramelized Grape Sauce

Presented on a bed of winter salad greens and grape halves with a hot bacon vinaigrette

Paupiettes of Chicken

Filled with Dried Peaches, Virginia Ham and Peanuts with a Creamy Peanut Dressing

Seasonal Root Vegetables

Drizzled with Sage Butter

Brussel Sprouts with Chestnuts

In a light chestnut butter sauce

Spoonbread

Warm Mulled Cider

After dinner, we returned to the the ballroom where we saw a demonstration of the minuet. We then danced the 22nd of February, the Fandango, and other dances of the day. The best way I can describe it is that it was like a square dance with couples formed into squares but it was not quite like a square dance. I think these dances were precursors to the square dance. A violinist provided the music for dinner and the dance. A lady playing the pipe and recorder joined the violinist for the dance. The environment was very much like the dance in "Pride and Prejudice". I kept thinking that Tressa would have loved being with us.

At 10:00 pm, we went back to the reception room where Martha cut the cake for George. The dance continued until 11:00 pm but we left not long after the cake was served.

This was an interesting experience. I learned that man can never wear too many ruffles. I felt like Austin Powers with a lacy, ruffly cravat and like Michael Jackson with the epaulets. Susan's dress reminded me of the decorations Mom had in our house when I was growing up. She had some plates hung on the wall with colonial women.

Identify That Boy!

As I mentioned yesterday, I was organizing photos stored on our home computers when I came across a photos that I had to post. I thought that I would put it out as a little contest. The first one to identify the identity (using his pseudonym of course. Use of his real name will not be acknowledged) will receive a prize. What will be the prize you ask? Well, I don't know but I will come up with one. To help the process along, I will post clues in the comments of this post. Good luck and happy commenting!

Happy Birthday, Eldon

So I was looking through photos today trying to organized them and burn them to CD's so when my hard drive crashes I have something to fall back on. So if find this one celebrating Eldon's birthday with donuts instead of cake.

And then I remember reading Tressa's blog this morning and how she and Deborah commemorated Eldon's birthday this year. Yep, you got it. They celebrated Eldon's birthday with Twinkies.

Why do the Allred's always celebrate Eldon's birthday with pastries? Don't ask me about the year I gave Deborah a piece of wood for her birthday.

Bellas Puertas

Yesterday I had the opportunity of going down the temple to clean. The temple has been closed for the last two weeks for its semiannual cleaning. This time I was assigned to polish the wood in the recommend area near the main doors to the temple and then the temple presidency's offices. We took polish and sprayed it on the wood and wiped it off. If there were scratches in the wood, we took furniture markers and covered them up. We paid particular attention to any dust that had accumulated on horizontal edges. The wood sparkled when we were done.

I kept thinking of the hymn I learned on my mission in Mexico. In English, it is "Beautiful Zion, Build above". In Spanish, it is "Bella Sion". The words are:

Beautiful Zion, built above;
Beautiful city that I love;
Beautiful gates of pearly white;
Beautiful temple- God's delight;
He who was slain on Calvary
Open those gates for me.

Chorus:
Beautiful Zion, Lovely Zion;
Beautiful Zion;
Zion, City of our God?

Beautiful heav'n where all is light;
Beautiful angels clothed in white;
Beautiful strains that never tire;
Beautiful harps throughout the choir;
There shall I join the chorus sweet,
Worshiping at the Savior's feet.

Beautiful crowns on every brow;
Beautiful palms the conq'rors show;
Beautiful robes the ransomed wear;
Beautiful all who enter there;
Thither I press with eager feet;
There shall my rest be long and sweet.

When I was on my mission, the chorus used to say, "Bellas puertas" instead of "Bella Sion" as it says today. Not that that matters much. It just made me think of the temple doors.

I suppose there is an economy of the Lord. To enter the temple, we pay our tithes. As a result, we there must be trade offs. Perhaps we don't buy the newest car (see my previous post) or live in the largest house. But but by making these decisions we learn the joy of understanding the will and doctrine of the Lord. Great are the blessings of attending the temple.

Bellas puertas, Bellas puertas;
Bellas las pertas, Bellas puertas de Sion.

The Toyota has been put down. Long live the Cavalier!

Well, I finally did it today. I put the Toyota down. We made the trek to Crazy Otto's Junk Yard to deposit the dying remains of a dear friend. I took James Sonpon with me for moral support. He helped the Toyota to personify and verbalize what it was thinking. James said, "Let me go peacefully!" "Let me rest in peace," he said. Some how I think James was channeling the Toyota. Incredible, don't you think?

The Toyota definitely followed the Allred's rule of car purchasing. Cars have to have at least 100,000 miles on it or they are not Allred worthy. They have to have been made in a decade previous to the one we are currently living in. Most recently that rule has been amended to "they have to have been manufactured in any previous millennia." There was one rule we had to drop from Allred's law. That was that it had to cost less then my previous computer purchase. The problem with that rule was that computers had gotten so cheap. Oh, well!

Of course, I bought the car on eBay sight unseen for $800 in March of 2005. I only put about 50,000 miles on this car. That works out to be 1.6 cents per mile. I think that comes out to $17 per month of driving pleasure. OK, so there wasn't that much driving pleasure in being caught dead in that car. My kids hated being seen in it and my wife refused to drive it. She said that it was that she didn't know how to drive a manual transmission but I know better.

Somehow I can't find a picture that I took of the car. I wonder if there is any correlation.

I was a little disappointed that it didn't go longer. I guess I shouldn't have driven it so hard. Perhaps my kids drove it hard too.

I remember when the car started going downhill. I was going to work one Sunday morning a year ago November. I had to work overtime . I was pushing it up to 80 miles per hour on Route 32 when it lost power and the motor started running roughly. I took it to get tuned and the mechanic told me that the third cylinder had lost compression. There was nothing he could do. I decided then and there I would drive every last mile I could squeeze out of it. I reasoned, "three out of four cyclinders isn't that bad."

I bought my last Tercel from Art Powell, my landlord mentor, also for the same amount, $800. I met Art when I worked for Northrop Grumman in Pico Rivera. We were coworkers in the Materials and Processes Lab. He was a real estate tycoon and the most frugal person I ever met. He had rentals all over Southern California. He would never say how many. It was a tightly held secret but I'm sure that there were at least a dozen, maybe two. He would talk about fixing up houses in Semi Valley, LA County, and apartments as well as beach houses in Orange county.

He never bought his lunch. Instead of buying sandwich bags he used bread bags over and over until the printing wore off. He reused dental floss. I kind of thought that was over the top and have refused to follow such a practice. Whenever we asked him why he didn't buy sandwich bags or anything else he reused, he would answer with a surprised expression, "that costs money!"

About the time Art retired, his wife divorced him. Art sold out and built a place on the beach next to the Polynesian Cultural Center in Hawaii. He is spending is retirement years doing art on the beach.

That car truly did last forever. I bought it when it had 170,000 miles on it and drove it until it had 250,000. I'm sure that I got that many miles because Art took such good care of it. He used to change the oil religiously and during his lunch hour he adjusted the valves. He tried teaching me how to adjust the valves. I tried it once but never attempted it again. I was always happy with the way it purred.

I drove that car until literally the tires fell off and then beyond. One day as I was pulling up to my mail box in front of the house, the front driver's side wheel fell off the car. The CVC joints had been clicking for some time and had gotten progressively worse. I got out of the car and walked into the house and announced to Susan that the Toyota was dead. Fortunately my kind neighbor came out and said he could help me replace the joint and we got it back on the road in no time at all.

I drove that car for quite awhile longer. It developed a leak in one of the transmission seals. The leak was so bad that I bought transmission fluid by the case and added at least at every fill up. When I stopped at lights, the fluid would smoke because it would hit the hot engine and burn. There was always a light film of transmission fluid on the outside of the car which collected dirt. To make things worse, I used to take shortcuts on dirt roads to our tract. The dirt I kicked up coated the outside of the car. I sold that car shortly after that. I was getting too embarrassed to drive it. I'm sure the smoke was breaking some rule of the South Coast Air Quality Management District in Southern California. The car coated in thick dirt was definitely breaking the rules of good taste.

Anyway yesterday I cleaned out the car. I found many things that I had forgotten I had. I found Tressa's treasured key to the Cavalier. This was the one that had the leather pendant on the key ring that she got from the seller. It was under the passenger seat. I found more projects and stuff in the trunk that I had forgotten about. I came to the conclusion that a man's trunk is just like a woman's purse. Every receipt, bit of paper, and piece of gum wrapped up in tissue ever owned can be found there. I will never complain about a woman's purse again.

I was pleased to get $200 for the car. When I sold the Acclaim to the junk yard, they only gave me $35. I guess if you deduct the salvage price from the purchase price I drove that car for only $13 per month and 1.2 cents per mile. That isn't bad at all. Perhaps I have learned a thing or two from Art. And maybe I will be able to retire to the beaches of Hawaii.

Oh, I forgot one thing. As I was driving out of the junk yard parking lot, I remembered that I still had the key to the Toyota on my key ring. I almost turned back but then I remembered, the car is in a junk yard. Who is going to drive it anyway?

Thanksgiving Day Memories

Today is Thanksgiving Day. I did the traditional Thanksgiving activity of going out to the garage and repairing the chairs so we would have enough seats for dinner. It reminded me of many past Thanksgivings of gluing and putting screws in the chairs to make repairs to the old white bow back chairs we have. This year I fixed the wooden beach chairs. One had a broken metal rod on the bottom and another had broken slates. I also fixed the old chair that we had in my parent’s house when I was growing up. The top rail was falling apart. As I looked at it, I saw the repair that Grandpa Spendlove made probably forty years ago. He had some fasteners that held the top rail to the chair. Since his repair, one of the dowels broke and the bolts were coming loose from the nuts. I glued the dowels back together and tightened the fasteners. It appears to be holding but I fear that it will come apart with little effort.

Grandpa Spendlove could fix anything. Maybe that is where I get the notion to try and fix everything. I remember I got a transistor radio one Christmas and I broke it by dropping it on the sidewalk. The circuit board broke at corner near one for the screws. The separated board caused an open circuit but if it was pushed back into place the circuit closed and the radio worked. Grandpa put a dab of silicone on the board and let it cure. Once cured, it pushed the board into position when the back cover was replaced and the radio worked. Grandpa truly could fix anything.

Grandpa was a methodical man. He had a routine. Each day of the week had its own task. Sunday was to go to church. Wash day had its own day. I think it was on Mondays but I don't remember. There was the day to go to the market. I think Grandpa woke up at the same time everyday, had his meals at the same time every day, and went to bed at the same time. We used to say that he was more punctual than the Nauvoo bell.

I don’t remember if he watered everyday but in Las Vegas that was almost a necessity. I remember that he had sprinklers put in the later years in some areas of the lawn but others he did by hand. There were spots that didn’t have much grass. In those areas, he used the hose. The way he did it can best be described the way I used the Etch-A-Sketch when I tried to clear off the powder from the glass. He started at the top, went across, and then dropped down a little and then returned. He repeated this process until he made it all the way to the bottom. He then switched the direction and went up and down instead of from side to side. It was very effective in getting the dirt wet. But the stream of water on the sparse grass probably didn’t help any as it did more harm than good to the fragile blades. I think these areas probably had too much shade and wouldn’t have grown they that type grass anyway.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. What could be better than food, family, and friends.