tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470087081770152912024-02-19T07:48:07.099-07:00Grandma B's Random RamblingsIsn't rambling a trademark of Grandmothers everywhere? No theme, no definite subjects. Just whatever comes to mind when I am writing.
Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-59994673922218775132014-07-27T08:44:00.001-06:002014-07-27T08:44:12.221-06:00SUMMERTIME--AND THE LIVING AIN'T EASY! Can you tell this has been a busy, busy summer? I haven't written a post since about the middle of May! Of course, that isn't unusual for my summers to be super busy. I always laugh when I think of the song which goes "Summertime and the living is easy!" because it has forever been the opposite for me.. In fact, that is one of the reasons I am not fond of summer. I don't like the go, go, go, busy, busy, busy of summer. Yard care, garden produce to take care of, family and holiday events non-stop all add up to hardly time to breathe-- much less relax!<br />
Truthfully, however, I have been forced to take time to relax in between everything this summer because my body won't cooperate if I try to go non-stop. I have taken time to read several books and taken naps at all times of the day just so I can do the other things that summer demands. Of course, the fact that we have spent two days a week at our part-time missionary assignment has made it even more difficult to fit everything in. That year-long assignment was completed last Wednesday, July 23rd, and now we should have a bit more time to be busy with other things! :)<br />
The activities which most people look forward to in summer--swimming, laying out in the sun, picnics by the dozens, boating, vacations to exotic places--have never appealed to me, and I don't handle the heat very well either, so those are all reasons summer is not my favorite time of the year.<br />
However, even with all that , there are some very nice things about summer. I love the melons, and all the other fruit, and fresh vegetables from the garden, corn on the cob from the stands, special family times such as getting together for the 4th and 24th of July and not having to bundle up in coats etc. to go outside, and in addition, I have always loved the changing of the seasons which makes for so much variety in our activities, dress and even the foods we prepare.<br />
Now, I can look forward to my favorite season--AUTUMN--when everything seems more intensely beautiful. After the harvest is in and taken care of, the pace of life slows just a little so we can breathe easier for a quick respite before the holidays. Autumn -- I know it is coming, and that relaxes me just to think about it. <br />
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Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-14181662126250238422014-05-12T21:23:00.001-06:002014-05-12T21:54:51.566-06:00Grandmothers and Great Grandmothers are still mothers! Yesterday was Mother's Day, and I had somewhat of a victory over myself, which might be worthwhile to chronicle. I found myself feeling left out of the loop with my family and that is an uncomfortable feeling, but there is good reason for it. Even though I am a grandmother of 31, and great-grandmother of 12 beautiful "greats", I am still a MOTHER, and I like to be recognized as such.<br />
Because four of our seven children are now grandparents themselves, they are in that stage of life when the demands on their time are even more than when they just had young children at home. Now, besides having children still at home, they have married children to keep in touch with and grandchildren to do things for and with, and five out of the seven daughters and daughter-in-laws also have jobs outside the home. Even though they are not full-time jobs, they are nonetheless challenging for a mother, and these mothers are also involved in their children's education and activities. Our sons, and sons-in-law all have demanding jobs which take a lot out of them and two of them have to travel and are away from home a lot which means more of the responsibility falls on the wives.<br />
All this adds up to very little time or energy to spend with the "older generation" (that is US--their parents.) It isn't because they don't TRY. They really would like to spend more time with us, but the truth of the matter is that we are busy, too and with their schedules and ours, it is really, really difficult to find times when we can be together. <br />
Such was the case on Mother's Day. None of our daughters or daughter-in-laws was free to come to our home because their families were doing things for them, which is as it should be. However, three of our daughters invited us to <i>their </i>homes for dinner, but Jana and I decided it would be too long of a day for us to go clear to Layton and back after church , and Loree and I decided we had been to their home for the past two holidays, so it was Holly's TURN to have us to her house. Holly's house was also the closest, so that would work out well, but we weren't due there until 6:00 p.m.<br />
Since our church doesn't start until 1:00, and I woke up at 6:00 a.m. I had a long lonely morning to look forward to, and I was feeling very sad not to be with any of my family. When I realized I had a choice, I could spend the morning feeling lonely and left out, OR I could think of someone else and do something creative to let them know I was thinking of them. I got the idea to write a letter and poem to the mothers of young children in my neighborhood and ward and in my family and let them know I thought they were doing a great job and that I <i>noticed</i> and empathized with them for the hard job they were doing.<br />
Then Gary prepared a lovely breakfast for me, and surprised me with a very thoughtful gift, which delighted me . I was really pleased with his gift because it was the perfect gift for me right now--an outdoor reclining chair that I can sit in comfortably outside and read or rest, or just be near Gary while he works in the garden or yard. His thoughtfulness lifted my spirits considerably, and then writing the Mother's Day letter and poem, and giving it to some lovely young mothers before church, during church and after church really made the difference for me.I had a lovely day because of changing my focus.<br />
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I also e-mailed the letter and poem to my daughters and granddaughters who have young children at home and got some sweet feedback from them, which showed me yet again that I am loved and looked up to, and I know they would spend time with me if they <i>could. And I should mention that I heard from every one of my children during the day or the day before, and received some very nice gifts, as well!</i><br />
Nonetheless, this is, indeed, a difficult time in my life because I am so used to being an integral part of my children's lives, and yet it just isn't possible anymore, and as I have mentioned in other blogs, this is a big transition for me. I am constantly needing to change my focus and learn how to find my happiness in other things that <i>are</i> possible right now.<br />
My next post will explore some of the ways I am trying to do that. But yesterday I did good!<br />
<br />Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-70160680888586449772014-04-26T15:24:00.001-06:002014-05-12T21:46:50.590-06:00Learning not to Coerce myself Today Darla (my sister) and I were discussing something she read and it really hit a chord with me. The quote went something like this "It is just as wrong to try to coerce yourself to do things you don't want to do as it is to coerce someone else." Coerce--means to make someone do something against their will or to force them. I have never thought that I might be coercing myself, but today I was trying to force myself to do the SHOULDS, and I was certainly resisting. I had intended on mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors, shaking the rugs, and cleaning the bathrooms, but in order to get it done I would have had to force myself.<br />
After I talked to Darla I decided against forcing myself (coercing myself) because I am really needing some rest and recuperation because I am so weary from doing all the SHOULD DO'S this week. Of course, looking back I can see why I might be feeling too tired to do chores today. I fixed three healthy meals a day every day, went to my appointment on Monday and had Home Evening, had a full-day of chores on Tuesday and then went out with the full-time missionaries that night, planned menus and went grocery shopping Wednesday morning and went to our missionary assignment both Wednesday and Thursday which was very demanding, and we also went to the temple on Friday afternoon! Almost all of those were difficult to make myself do because I have been feeling so washed out from my allergies, and yet duty-bound I pretty much made myself do them all. <br />
So right now I am doing something simply because I WANT to, and not because it is something I SHOULD do. I get satisfaction from writing and even though it isn't necessarily restful it IS rejuvenating to do something I enjoy. <br />
The interesting thing is that no-one else cares whether the floors and bathrooms are cleaned. The fact of the matter is that no-one else will even know whether or not I did it, and no-one was expecting me to do those things--only me! Therefore, just because the floors and the bathrooms could use some cleaning doesn't mean I am duty-bound to do them unless that would please me more than doing something else. I DO like a clean house, but not at the expense of my own health and well-being. Sometimes taking a break from the have-to's or should-do's and resting my mind or the body is more important than having a clean house this minute or this day. There is always another day!<br />
So my challenge is to learn not to coerce myself to do things I really don't want to do when my mind or my body is telling me it is time for something else. That doesn't mean I will never make myself do things I don't want to do. All of us have to do that at times just to keep our lives running smoothly and to fulfill important obligations or carry out our priorities. BUT there has to be a balance. Therein lies the challenge. <br />
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<br />Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-3815075646719705332014-04-06T21:24:00.001-06:002014-07-27T08:47:30.842-06:00Putting the Puzzle Pieces Together Having a chronic illness is the most difficult part of my life. There is no ONE medical or CAM (complementary and alternative medicine) treatment or physician or health-care provider that will bring relief from the many symptoms I experience as part of my fibromyalgia, allergies, and arthritis chronic diseases. It has taken a great deal of my time and energy over the past ten or 15 years trying to find all the pieces to the puzzle of diagnosis, treatment and self-care. I have explored and experimented with many pieces of the puzzle: diet, exercise, supplements, chiropractic, massage therapy, stress reduction, EFT, Healing Code etc. etc. and have therefore been able to keep my diseases under control to the point I have remained basically functional most of the time, albeit in pain a great deal of the time.<br />
However, as I grow older it becomes harder and harder to put all the puzzle pieces together, and I am experiencing more difficulty coping with my pain and other symptoms. I won't bore myself or anyone else with all the details, but my energy levels make it difficult to continue DOING all the things I know to do.<br />
Prayer and fasting help me know what piece of the puzzle I need to put in place next, and right now it seems that getting to the foot doctor and wearing orthodics is the thing I need to concentrate on. I'm grateful to have found this out. I somehow am led to the right things at the right time, and I know that is not accidental. What an amazing resource is prayer. Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-44042261779515551282014-04-06T21:19:00.000-06:002014-04-06T21:19:11.894-06:00An incredible weekend watching and listening to April General Conference. When I have more time I want to do an outline of some of the most impressive things I saw and heard, but tonight I just want to express my gratitude for belonging to a church run by revelation. Revelation was so evident in the talks we heard and is so evident in all the amazing things our church is involved in. I am always awed by the way the church leadership is on top of all the needs of the members and addresses them in such remarkable ways. Of course, I know why. They (the church leadership) are tutored constantly by Jesus Christ, whose church this is, and he knows us all, and knows all things.<br />
I am also grateful for the spirit I felt so strongly I almost couldn't breathe! and for how the spirit brought to my attention the things I need to change or add to my life. Now, I need to pray for the spirit to help me to do the things I know I need to do and be.<br />
Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-212100742546111892014-03-06T21:24:00.000-07:002014-03-06T21:24:36.093-07:00Bedtime comes too soon It is time for bed, but still so many things I wanted to do tonight! I really want to write this blog, I need to catch up my journal, I wanted to read an article or two, I have computer research I wanted to do about my arthritis and fibromyalgia because I found some cool new websites etc. etc.<br />
I find it humorous that even at my age when I should be footloose and carefree because my children are long gone, I am not working outside the home,(well I have to qualify that since we do have a missionary assignment two days a week at the Employment Center), but I have no great responsibilities, yet I still never have enough time for all the things I want to do!<br />
My husband tells me -tomorrow is another day! But in order for that to be a good day, I need to get my rest, so it's off to bed now!<br />
Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-30474243259589114792014-02-23T21:54:00.001-07:002014-05-12T21:50:09.748-06:00Buck Up Little Buckaroo--a perfect title for my feelings tonightMary Ellen Edmunds has written a book that I have found so helpful the past few years named "Buck Up, Little Buckaroo" filled with strategies for dealing with loneliness, and ideas for helping others who might be lonely, as well as expressions of gratitude for blessing that help us learn from our "alone times."<br />
Tonight is one of those times which just seem to be part of life, when even though I have a rich, fulfilling life with a wonderful husband and family, and plenty to do to keep me busy with meaningful pursuits, I am experiencing lonely feelings.<br />
Mary Ellen made the statement that being lonely isn't necessarily bad for you, but STAYING lonely is. With that in mind, I am writing this to explore my lonely feelings. It is really one of the strategies the book suggests of recording my thoughts, writing down how I feel, exploring the whys and describing what is going on in my life. <br />
Gary and I are really in a new time of our life when each of our children is so involved in their own families they truly do not have time or energy to include us in their lives. I remember that time so well in my own life when I had grown children and grandchildren, and still had children at home.<br />
When I visited my mother (who was a widow by this time) she would remark how she wished I could come more often and stay longer. I vividly remember thinking, "Oh, Mom, if only you knew how hard it is for me to come as often as I do." <br />
So I understand the whys. I really do. And it is entirely possible that life is busier now for my grown children who have grandchildren than it was for me because the pace of life for everyone seems to constantly speed up. However, that doesn't make it any easier for us to be on the outside looking in at their lives instead of being involved with them like we have been for so many years. We probably did not even think about involving my mother in our day to day
affairs or events, except in the major celebrations of our life. I wish I
had known then what I know now! How I wish I had made the time to
involve her more. <br />
There is also the factor of our family not including us because they know we don't have the energy to do the things we have always done--and that is a big transition for us and for them-- which takes some getting used to, and adjustments in our thinking and expectations of ourselves and others. Getting old is no fun for anyone, but we don't have to let our lack of energy keep us from enjoying the things we CAN do. <br />
Right now I am going to look at my loneliness as a positive signal that it is time for me to reach outside myself for new friends and new challenges that will fill the void I am feeling . Finding someone to teach me the Family Tree Genealogy program, for instance. Maybe taking a friend to lunch, and/or finding more ways to reach out to my family in ways that won't be intrusive. <br />
I know there will come a day when all our loneliness, our longings, our sorrows will be turned to understanding and to joy. Till then, Buck Up Little Buckaroo, little child of God, remember He loves you dearly and is watching over you always.<br />
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Here is a picture of my dear mother who I mentioned earlier. She was a lovely, industrious, righteous woman, whom I didn't appreciate enough when she was alive. Isn't that typical of humans? Her name is Fern Jensen Larsen. I'm sorry Mom that I didn't take the time I should have to make you feel important and needed in your later life. <br />
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Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-17792964429336502992014-02-10T21:11:00.000-07:002014-02-10T21:11:01.645-07:00Working As A Job Coach at the Employment Center Tonight I am thinking of all the people we have worked with at the Employment Center, and the experiences we have had over the past six months.<br />
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Here are some people we have worked with that stand out in my mind: <br />
One man in his early sixties has been a practicing Family Therapist, but his wife died last year, and he retired, and now he wants to do anything just to get out of the house because he is so lonely, but he doesn't really know what he wants to do.<br />
A mother with a two year old son was living in a shelter because her husband was in prison, but she needed a job because she could only stay in the shelter for a certain length of time.<br />
Another mother of three whose husband tricked her into taking a week's "time-out" to stay with her grandmother, and then took her to court and accused her of abandoning the family, and <i>he </i>was awarded the children and SHE has to pay him some "child support" because he doesn't have a good job.<br />
A young man who is very ambitious, but has a very obvious speech defect which causes him to speak very slowly, and deliberately so it takes him a long time to say what he wants to say.<br />
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I could go on and on. The thing I realize is that working at the Employment Center has helped me understand how really blessed I am. I still have my spouse, I didn't have to go out in the work-force while I was raising my family, and I still have the health to serve others, and we have the means to take care of our needs. <br />
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I also feel gratitude that even though we see SO many problems, we are usually able to help them--we have the tools, the resources and the training. Otherwise, it could be very daunting. However, we have to be patient--these kind of results take time. For example:<br />
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The man who doesn't know what he wants to do went home with articles to help him learn the steps to making this kind of job decision, as well as several job leads in a possible area of interest, and he will come back for help in interviewing techniques when he decides what he wants to look for--but we also gave him an hour of our time just to listen to him so he could talk through his indecision, loneliness, uncertainties etc.<br />
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We contacted the Bishop of the mother who was living in a shelter, and he and the people at the shelter helped her find a job in a call center, and now we are helping her get registered in a Community Action program called "Circles" where they help us provide a circle of support for these difficult cases so they can move forward in their lives and move out of poverty.<br />
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We gave the mother of three several job leads and taught her how to present herself and she was able to find a job at a pre-school, and later when they promoted someone into her job, we helped her find work-at -home opportunities so that she can continue to take care of her children, and her grandmother. We also linked her up with a woman we knew in our ward who has been through a similar drama and they are now friends, and she has someone to talk to who understands.<br />
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The young man with the speech problem has done everything we have suggested, practiced interview techniques, targeted his resume to the kind of job he really wants, contacted companies and found a job that he is very good at, but which is not exactly what he would like to do as a career. So we will continue to call him and give him personal help until he gets the confidence to go after the career he really wants.<br />
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It is challenging, but rewarding and as I said working with people helps me realize how blessed I am to be able at this age to have the health and the opportunities to still be making a contribution and hopefully making a difference in someone's life. <br />
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<br />Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-63514726180735457532014-02-04T09:48:00.000-07:002015-04-02T19:01:50.155-06:00Using my discretionary time in a meaningful wayAnybody out there ever hit a brick wall when they can't decide what in the world they should be doing with their discretionary time? Of course, until you get to our stage of life most of you don't have much discretionary time--and it is something of a novelty to me, too!<br />
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Even though Gary has been retired for years and years, we have kept ourselves so busy until recently I haven't had many decisions to make about how to spend my time because it was mostly already decided for me--with church jobs, missions, family events, home and yard care etc. etc. However, lately my body hasn't been cooperating fully with doing all that I've always done, and so I have had to slow down. Hence, while I'm taking it easier (which means more down time) what are the most important things I could be doing so I'm not just lazing around???<br />
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My sis, Darla, and I have pretty much the same problem even though she is ten years younger than I am because she has a chronic disease she has been battling for years, and she doesn't have much energy or strength. She has decided that what she should focus on are the things no-one else can do or would do, such as writing her life history (she is actually doing a picture history for herself and each of her family members!)<br />
I decided she is right on--now I will think on that and decide what that means to ME. What do I really want to do that would be meaningful to me in my life right now?<br />
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More on that after I ponder a bit.<br />
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One thing I can do is share pictures you may never have seen of my life or my family. I will start with my childhood pictures. Here is the first picture I have of me when I was a child. I was probably about four when this was taken. Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-2031576403145438592014-02-02T09:36:00.000-07:002014-02-02T09:54:12.941-07:00A New Month A new month, a new snow storm, a new beginning! Every day is a new beginning, but somehow a new year and each new month seems like more important beginnings. I LOVE new beginnings because I am always wanting to do things a little better, a little more and a little different. A new month seems the perfect time to determine what I need to do better, more or differently.<br />
I have learned that life is not static--it is constantly changing and I need to constantly change, as well. If I let a new month make me aware of what I need to do differently or better, I can move forward in my quest to become the person God wants me to be.<br />
February is the month of love, so this month I want to do better at showing my love by my actions. First, to my husband by being more patient, more kind and understanding. I will remind myself when I start feeling critical or irritated, that this is the person I love, this is the person who I am spending my life and hopefully eternity with. I will ask Heavenly Father for the ability to see him as He sees him and I will ask to be able to look at his little idiosyncrasies as endearing, not irritating.<br />
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Next, I am aching to find ways to show more love to my family, who I am feeling more and more distant from because of lack of contact. Everyone is so busy with their own families, their own concerns, their own lives, and it is a great challenge for them to find time to even call or e-mail us. I understand completely because I've been there. When my parents were elderly, I remember how hard it was to find time to visit them or call them because the demands on my time were so constant with children still at home, with married children and grandchildren to enjoy and all the regular demands of family life, and activity in our church. My children all have those same demands. All of the older ones have grandchildren and they are all active in their church, they all have busy, active lives .<br />
My husband and I are busy, too. Being in your eighties in this society, and in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, does not exempt you in any way from full activity! We still have all the normal everyday activities to take care of--our home, our yard, and our health. Then, we are fully active in our church, and we also spend two days a week serving as Service Missionaries at the Employment Center using our life experience and expertise as job coaches... helping and counseling people on how to find jobs.<br />
It is no wonder we all find so little time to be together! I've been thinking about what I could do, and this month I will look for ways I can reach out to each of my children and their spouses, and as many grandchildren as possible. I will express my love in word and simply by reaching out to them in some way. One idea I had that I wanted to do at Christmas but there was simply no time to carry it out, was to send them vintage pictures of their family or their ancestors to help them feel closer as a family. I love pictures, so this may be a project for Valentine's Day. Yes! That is what I can do instead of sending valentines!<br />
So there I have it--new goals, new ideas and new beginnings!<br />
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THIS WAS LAST YEAR IN FEBRUARY--this year not as much snow, but more cold weather. <br />
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Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-54737011115933371502014-01-23T17:21:00.000-07:002015-04-02T20:48:56.211-06:00Blogging Again--Finding my Purpose in Blogging<span style="background-color: white;"> I can't believe I quit blogging several years ago. Since I love to write, and writing about my life ought to be the best fun of anything to write about, you would think I would want to keep it going (especially since I had my blog all set up so it wasn't HARD)! It may have been because something happened that I couldn't post pictures the way I had always been doing.But here I just did it again, and I was able to insert this beautiful winter wonderland scene from my dining room window. This is what it looks like in winter in Orem, Utah -- However, this was right after a snowstorm, and a lot of that snow has disappeared, so it isn't as beautiful here now as it was in this picture. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"> The honest truth of the matter about writing this blog is that I can't guarantee to myself or anyone else that I will keep it up now, either, because one of the things I have done all my life is to start something and then go off and do something else, and completely forget the first thing I started!!!! Can you guess that I am easily distracted? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Deciding on goals, projects, directions I want to go etc. is hard enough, but then I make a decision, make a good start, and get distracted and go another direction. It is amazing I get anything done! I guess that most of the time I eventually get back to the important things...like writing in my journal every month, at least, and writing my Recipe, and Handy Hints column for Sr. Review, and writing letters to my two missionary grandsons, and writing e-mails and texts to keep in touch with family and friends. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Wow, I think I just hit on why I may have quit blogging, maybe I don't NEED to write a blog to give me a creative outlet. On the other hand, there isn't anything very creative about writing e-mails or texts, or letters or journals. HMMM. How is this different? Is this blog going to be creative </span><span style="background-color: white;">? Or just blowing off steam?Or just writing for the fun of writing? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"> No, none of those purposes would keep me coming back. I think this blog could be more a sharing of life's lessons. At 80 years of age you start feeling like you don't have much time left to share what you have spent a lifetime learning! That's it! This could be a forum for sharing my feelings at this stage of my life, and as I said, sharing some life lessons. So let's see what I come up with.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Lesson # 1--<u>You can't get something from nothing! </u>If you don't put any effort into a project, you can't expect it to be satisfying. Therefore, if I want this project to be satisfying, I have to learn how to use it and then do it regularly, so it is worthwhile to me, and to my readers, or no-one will want to follow this blog, not even my own family. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Lesson # 2--<u>Time disappears like magic, and before you know it you are one of the "older generation!"</u> Oh my! how in the world did I become the older generation? It seems just months ago I was a young mother with a family to care for, and then minutes ago since I became a Grandma and started in the best time of my life--with grown children and wonderful grandchildren--NOW my <i>youngest </i>grandchild is 11 and my oldest is in his late 30's! My word, where did the time go? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Lesson # 3--<u>The older you get, the more important family is to you, and the harder it is to spend time with them. </u>I learned a long time ago that each of those grown children (and now grown grandchildren) have their own lives to live and they have less and less time to be involved with Mom and Dad, or Grandma and Grandpa. We have to create our own life pretty much without them because they are so busy doing just what we did all those years ago--finding their way in life, finding who they are and what they want to do--and then doing it! I have learned not to expect family to come <u>to us</u> very often, we have more time, <u>we go see them </u>or make plans to do things as a family. (But we try to be very respectful of their schedules and their priorities when we do make plans or visit.) </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Lesson # 4:<u> Life is a continual learning curve</u>--right now I am learning how to use my Smart Phone, put pictures in my Life Story, how to be a successful Employment Specialist and really help people find jobs, and how to overcome some weaknesses that are bugging me. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Should I report my progress here? Would anyone care? <u>I might.</u> Now it is time to start dinner--till next time--TA DA--I started my blog again and I enjoyed it! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: black;"></span></span>Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-56370248724694951602011-03-03T21:44:00.000-07:002011-03-03T21:44:46.518-07:00TransitionsI am in a transition state that I am sure is necessary, but hard to get used to. The transition from being an active, healthy, involved Grandma to learning how to "act my age" and be a far less active senior!! I cannot expect to continue to run with the active crowd forever, and the event that has made me have to look at myself differently is the "operation" the Dr. insisted was necessary (a bladder prolapse operation to be more specific--as if everyone needs to know THAT!)<br />
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I have felt and acted like an entirely different person ever since getting home from the hospital on February 3rd, ..for a couple of reasons. First, the doctor gave me orders to "take it easy " for six weeks and explained if I wanted the operation to be permanent I must get plenty of rest, not lift anything over 5 lbs, and generally be very careful. Second, I seem to have lost the motivation to be an "active" senior anyway. Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that I was fed up with being on the run all the time because I have always preferred to be at home, but could never justify doing it. And now this is the first time in my life someone has given me permission to "take it easy"!!! Interestingly enough, my energy level is such that I haven't felt up to doing much of anything anyway, so it wasn't hard to follow those orders. I have done things I have NEVER done before, such as sleep in until 9:00 a.m., stay in my nightclothes all day, and even stay in bed most of several days, listen to books on tape for hours on end, and do almost no housework for two weeks--unheard of!! <br />
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I was just starting to feel a little bit like my old self, and I got an infection (the bugaboo of ANY operation) and that really was a set back. That was almost two weeks ago, and I still feel weak and funny and need lots of sleep. I have to admit that I have enjoyed all those things I have been doing. The thing I didn't expect was how lonely I would feel sometimes. I have felt cut off from the world, and especially from family. I quickly discovered, however, that I don't need to feel lonely. All I have to do is reach out by e-mail or phone to my children or grandchildren and they respond and those "out of touch" feelings are not valid anymore.<br />
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Now, I am starting to think this was all part of re-training my thinking so I can accept the fact that I CAN take it easy a lot more and that it is okay to do that. I have the feeling this transition was past due, and as I said, is probably necessary because my body is not willing to keep up with the schedule of a 50 year old anymore--so I will celebrate this change of lifestyle from active to "less-active" and begin to enjoy a slower pace of life without feeling guilty or inadequate! <br />
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Viva la slow down!!! Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-80893669786242258872010-09-19T10:53:00.000-06:002010-09-19T10:53:18.284-06:00August , 2010--An incredible month!So many things happened in the month of August there was NO time to think about a blog or anything that wasn't essential. It was an incredible month and amazingly several of the most important happenings were packed into ONE weekend! Brittney was married in the Oquirrh Mtn. Temple on August 14th, Bryan graduated from BYU the 14th and 15th (we only attended the smaller convocation on the 15th) , and Brandon returned home from his mission on Saturday the 16th! I wanted to mention also that Billy Bennett was able to be here for all three events since he flew out for Bryan's graduation anyway. So fun to get to see him ! Here are a few pictures we took at two of those very special events, Brandon's airport welcome and Bryan's graduation. :<br />
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Unfortunately, my camera battery died just as I went to take pictures at the temple after Brittney's wedding, so those pictures will have to be posted when I am able to get some from her.<br />
I was overwhelmed with gratitude the whole month realizing what a blessing it was to be able to be a part of such important milestones in some of my grandchildren's lives, as well as feeling such tender feelings about them making such good choices in their lives.<br />
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I can't help but smile to notice once again that all of their names start with B...they are the BBB Bascom Bunch--and yet none of them have the Bascom last name! ( Billy and Brad are the other cousins about their age who also share that honor. Interesting that five of our older grandchildren have names that start with B! B is a GOOD letter.)<br />
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We were also involved in a lot of other things during August.... An ESL Graduation on August 3rd, a Temple Initiatory Session on the 4th, Brittney's Temple Endowments on the 6th, Bryan's Birthday and Graduation Dinner at his parent's on the 7th, a visit from Nicia on the 9th, Brandon's Welcome Home Open House on the 22nd, a Home Evening up in canyon with Mike and Jen and Loree and Bill and their families on the 23rd, a Stake High Priest Dinner on the 27th, and Sam Morrison's Birthday Open House in Sandy on the 28th! Can you believe so many good things to be to all in one month?<br />
In between all those good things, I had some real challenges. One of my back teeth broke off and I had two dentists appointments to take care of that, and I had a skin cancer on my nose that Dr. Parkinson insisted needed to be taken care of and so after the big events I went in and had that done and had a pretty ugly looking nose for a few weeks, but with a band-aid and then cosmetics and my glasses to hide it I managed to look fairly presentable.<br />
Time is flying by again this morning, so this will have to do for now! Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-72927266378341027592010-09-19T10:45:00.000-06:002010-09-19T10:45:40.098-06:00Catching Up--July and early August events<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
Summer is an impossible time to keep up with everything! And blogging is no exception. I barely have time to do my dishes and my laundry. So many special events happen in the summer, and we have had more than a usual amount that I need to tell about. This week alone we attended Brittney's temple sealing and marriage to Ritchie Orton on Thursday August 12th in the Oquirrh Mtn. Temple, Bryan Bennett's graduation from BYU, and Elder Brandon Tuttle's airport welcome home from his 2 yr. mission. A grandmother's dream week! Three grandchildren living the gospel and achieving their dreams and three families enjoying the rewards of teaching their children the gospel and living it in their homes. I feel so grateful for these incredible blessings my heart is just brimming over with gratitude.<br />
But let's back up a bit and talk about July. The Fourth of July was on a Sunday, so we celebrated on the 3rd of July with a combination Independence Day celebration and Bascom Family Reunion. We started the day by joining other family members to watch the Bountiful Parade because Blake was doing his Eagle Scout Project by organizing people to carry flags in the parade from a collection of flags dating back to the 1800's. Todd, Brad and Alex all carried flags, and Aubrey was in the parade as part of her dancing group. So that was really fun to know someone in the parade, and the weather was absolutely perfect for a parade. I have written about our Family Reunion in the Family Newsletter and posted pictures, so I won't repeat that here except to say that it was an enjoyable day, and, as always I loved being with my family members for the day!<br />
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The girls held a delightful Pampered Chef bridal shower for Brittney the middle of July at our home. Loree did the decorations and that is why she is shown in this photo standing behind the refreshment table she designed and put together. Isn't it beautiful? And isn't our bride beautiful? <br />
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In July we also attended a combination Birthday, Graduation and Farewell celebration for Jason, and had Rob and Jason and Natalie for dinner to celebrate Rob and Jason's birthdays, went to Ogden's cabin for dinner with our friends on the 24th and had Mistee and Aubrey here together for a few days, and then when we took Aubrey home on the 30th we went out to eat with Jana and Ron and Julie and Todd to celebrate Ron's birthday.<br />
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I know I took pictures of Aubrey and Mistee while they are here but they haven't shown up on my computer yet, so once again, I'll have to add them when I find them!! (which is usually NEVER)<br />
The next event of note was a combination birthday and graduation dinner for Bryan Saturday August 7th, which Loree invited us to share with them. Here is the whole Bennett family that night: <br />
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</tbody></table>Well, time has run out. I will blog about all those other special events I mentioned above when I check in next time.Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-73721810904253247542010-07-13T16:19:00.000-06:002010-07-13T16:19:49.577-06:00July Already!Where does the time go? The Fourth of July has come and gone and that means more than 1/ 3 of the summer is already behind us, yet it hasn't felt like summer for me at all until the past few days. We had a very relaxed and enjoyable combined 4th of July celebration and Bascom Family Reunion, and I will write more about that in the newsletter. My only regret about that was that there were so many family members missing. However, I am afraid that will be the rule from now on because the older the grandchildren get, the more they are involved in and the less likely they are to be able to come to family gatherings. That doesn't mean we won't continue to get together regularly with everyone who CAN come.<br />
Since I was so ill, I have become re-committed to improving our diet, so that both Gary and I can be as healthy as possible and stay around to enjoy our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren as long as Heavenly Father will allow. It is a constant challenge to prepare healthy food that Gary will eat, but I continue to find new ways to do it. Most recently I found a cookbook which uses pureed vegetables in many, many recipes and I believe that, along with our green smoothies, will improve our health and vitality---IF I can keep up with it. It is quite time consuming, but then what is a more important use of my time??? because if we don't have health and strength we can't do the most important things we want to continue to be able to do-- helping to move the kingdom of God forward, and strengthening our family.<br />
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I have two June events I haven't blogged yet, so this is as good a time as any. When I was starting to feel better after my three weeks of being sick, I decided we needed to just get away for a night or two, and Loree was able to arrange a really good deal for us at Daniel's Summit Lodge, east of Heber on the weekend of June 12. It rained the whole time we drove there and all the time we were there, so that was a little frustrating. However, the location was perfect for Gary because it was rustic, cowboy style decor and lots of things he enjoyed looking at both in the lodge and the store/restaurant. The main thing I had in mind was a place where I could rest and read without any meals to prepare etc. but there wasn't even a comfortable chair in our room where I could sit and relax, and there was precious little food I could eat on the menu at the restaurant so it was a disappointment for me. But I decided Gary needed a break as much as I did, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself, so it was worthwhile even if it didn't give me the kind of break I had expected. Here are pictures of inside and out at the Lodge.<br />
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Then next event was Father's Day, and we invited Rob and his family and Mike and his family to a Father's Day dinner, and the following are the pictures we took that day.<br />
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Isn't family wonderful? We never have to worry about having something special to do on special holidays because there are always kids or grandkids who either invite us or ones we want to invite to help us celebrate!Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-5450486501533832952010-07-11T22:04:00.000-06:002015-04-02T21:02:59.010-06:00My 77th Birthday "Tea Party"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have the sweetest females in the world in my family. My four daughters, two daughter-in-laws and several of my granddaughters were all present for a very special birthday luncheon "tea" on June 21st they put on for me at our home, and you should have seen all those beautiful girls together. I was so very proud that they were all related to me I almost burst. I love them all more than I can express. Each one of them is as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside--just good, righteous, loyal, hard-working, lovely women and girls.<br />
In addition, you should have seen the beautiful way they did up the "tea" (you know, we only had herb tea!!) but it was fun to call it a TEA PARTY for want of something unique. The decorations, and the food were absolutely beautiful, as you can see in the pictures above.<br />
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Then, for a fun conclusion to the "Tea Party" we all dressed up in long dresses that Jana had saved from their teen-age growing up years and took pictures...unfortunately, my camera battery gave out after this picture was taken and I didn't get a picture of all the girls in their "finery." We all got a good laugh because the girls and I looked like the dresses fit after all these years---until we turned around! None of us could do up the zippers!<br />
But that is what having babies does to you, and we all agreed our children are worth the extra inches we acquire! I can't wait to show you the other pictures the girls took--and you will see those extra inches are very becoming and not at all a problem! I just noticed I didn't get pictures of Kathy, Jennifer or Annie, who were all there--I have no idea where they were when I was taking these pictures. But they are just as beautiful and special as the girls I did get pictures of...I'll make sure I get them in the next post! <br />
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Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-52360520497527678462010-06-17T15:42:00.003-06:002015-04-02T21:04:09.948-06:00A New Day--Middle of June<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The sun is shining! Everything is beautiful this morning and my depression has lifted, thanks to a sweet granddaughter's encouragement, a visit with my sister, a little extra rest, and the sun coming out again. Now I will work on getting this blog fixed so that I can add pictures. <br />
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<br />Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-3179055829318224322010-06-13T22:07:00.002-06:002015-04-02T20:54:45.369-06:00June--who said everything is coming up roses?????Writing is sometimes a chance to get a lot of things off my chest, and that is what I need to do today!! I have been ill with a bad cold for almost two weeks, and here it is nearly the middle of June and it is raining and raining and raining, not the least bit like summer...you would think we lived in the Pacific Northwest! Very depressing. Besides that, all I really want to do is work on the family newsletter and my blog and I can't for the life of me figure out what I've done wrong, but there is no way to add pictures anymore!! It is so frustrating I can hardly bear it, but I have no idea what to do about it.<br />
I even went on a getaway with Gary for the week-end thinking that would help my frame of mind to get away from everything that needs to be done that I don't feel well enough to do, but I came home more discouraged than ever, and feeling crosser than a bear. Speaking of bears--why do we say we can hardly bear it? What in the world is that supposed to mean? I can hardly bear to look in the mirror anymore, and why would I use the word BEAR? The English language is so confusing sometimes. I empathize with our Spanish-speaking friends who are trying to learn English!<br />
Nevertheless, it is true that looking in the mirror is a trial to me nowadays because I have aged noticeably the past few months and I don't like what I see there AT ALL! Who IS that old woman who looks back at me? I certainly don't relate to her. I've always felt reasonably attractive, and she is getting to be very unattractive. Thin hair that almost won't cover my too white scalp, wrinkles that are now more grooves than wrinkles in places, ugly, ugly frown lines, even though I always thought I smiled a lot more than I frowned! None of my clothes feel like ME anymore, either. Maybe it is because I don't know who I AM now.<br />
It might be easier if I was a little white-haired Grandma, because then I could FEEL like an almost 77 yr. old, but because I still have dark hair (except for around my hairline, which Holly expertly colors) and I am still the same weight and size as I was in my 40's I don't feel like I should look that old.<br />
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If I was a little white-haired Grandma with an ample waist, maybe I could feel more comfortable in my own skin, and expect to look old, and I wouldn't mind the wrinkles and all the rest of my imperfections.Maybe I wouldn't expect as much from me, either! Maybe, I could even justify slowing down and taking things a little easier. Somehow, I have to align my thinking to where I really am physically (slowing WAY down) and numerically--77 years old this month, and accept the fact that it is OKAY to have wrinkles and thinning hair, and remember it isn't how you look that matters, but how you feel about life and how you make other people feel when you are with them that is important. I certainly won't make them feel good, if I am feeling so dissatisfied with myself! <br />
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77 is almost 80! I always thought that IF I got to be 80, it would come as naturally to be old as it was to become a mother and then a grandmother. I adjusted to those things without ANY problem. It was as natural as breathing. Then WHY is it so hard to adjust to this stage of life? A paradigm shift is definitely in order!Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-66488826578198533862010-05-16T10:23:00.014-06:002015-04-02T21:05:30.199-06:00Mother's Day 2010<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJNwFyedQzMED9peL3XQNPRLoge9tTfuWhHXNUhq74WbG2rQpVHHp8fN-LPsrL_tlNnb2D4H7HsTazT_ID8-NqYbCqMrFHLHogoXSVKfCcL_2tS3-fVqxMyZNQMbFShQJhyIFv74Hl3ox/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJNwFyedQzMED9peL3XQNPRLoge9tTfuWhHXNUhq74WbG2rQpVHHp8fN-LPsrL_tlNnb2D4H7HsTazT_ID8-NqYbCqMrFHLHogoXSVKfCcL_2tS3-fVqxMyZNQMbFShQJhyIFv74Hl3ox/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471907611772445074" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Mothers Day for me actually started on Saturday at Aubrey's baptism party, when Holly gave me her gifts, and so did Loree, but we failed to get pictures of Loree giving me her nice gifts,or of Mike and Jen who dropped by after we got home and gave me a lovely plant.</span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplKdE7hTqSwgSYaXdMliiiyBnNWs7NfS9AnakKoNxge6EPHd4kcWSDOfbrqrLzMHUj413sq7pA0ZITSiM__cuHGxbjVrXGVPLT7MeZYQiN1pSywutsvkQHGnDyk8IpGkahMV3aZiLow2Z/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplKdE7hTqSwgSYaXdMliiiyBnNWs7NfS9AnakKoNxge6EPHd4kcWSDOfbrqrLzMHUj413sq7pA0ZITSiM__cuHGxbjVrXGVPLT7MeZYQiN1pSywutsvkQHGnDyk8IpGkahMV3aZiLow2Z/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471906310296810194" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>The next day, on Sunday, Julie's family and Jan's family came to dinner to make Mother's Day special for me (bringing most of the dinner) and gave me their gifts.</div>
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Mother's Day morning before we went to our meetings, Gary prepared breakfast for me and gave me the gift of plants for our newly created flower bed by our bedroom window. All in all it was a good day, and I feel very blessed to have family who make sure I am honored on Mother's Day. Thanks everyone, you are the best!Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-66837612067176564972010-05-16T09:22:00.010-06:002010-05-16T10:03:50.556-06:00Aubrey Dyson's Baptism<span style="font-family:arial;">On Saturday, May 8, Aubrey Dyson --Julie and Todd's youngest child, was baptized at the Stake Center in Centerville, Utah. Here is Aubrey with her parents just before the baptism ceremony. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMdfANjLFzKqdYTzOtuyorpljHqAwK02HB3U4YuQrKXYvykJH2MOD00Z66J19Z_HyuClCs4h3DDTt4O9QO-v99PcDH12lq2IIw1hLDxZVifdME6re0a7ul4Y5z5HJHdZXAkIZ9vw0lk9P/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMdfANjLFzKqdYTzOtuyorpljHqAwK02HB3U4YuQrKXYvykJH2MOD00Z66J19Z_HyuClCs4h3DDTt4O9QO-v99PcDH12lq2IIw1hLDxZVifdME6re0a7ul4Y5z5HJHdZXAkIZ9vw0lk9P/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471889548747963938" border="0" /></a> Aubrey with her Daddy, who baptized and confirmed her a few minutes after this picture was taken.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zuRJMVTLx-N19hwOdVcHKm70ZcjYRvKdHMhwoguvmLEfIlRTi6CNzWy0J_f4gaVUF-OhpHVGm-LPrEVfhj7KMyv1byaCP5CwMmAknbN2hvn7rXp_J-Eqx1s_Bg8RAfbaRr_IWr1sWOGR/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zuRJMVTLx-N19hwOdVcHKm70ZcjYRvKdHMhwoguvmLEfIlRTi6CNzWy0J_f4gaVUF-OhpHVGm-LPrEVfhj7KMyv1byaCP5CwMmAknbN2hvn7rXp_J-Eqx1s_Bg8RAfbaRr_IWr1sWOGR/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471889357810801842" border="0" /></a>Gary and I were there, of course, and also had our picture taken with our sweet granddaughter. Grandpa Bascom (Gary) was one of the speakers for the baptism program. He spoke on Receiving the Holy Ghost.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKN4_onf2iX0zBQrNtwf0O_nhqS-OlIAx0xvpGEx_Rly96RAT6Tc1PSq9p8rWQ6H5uyZZWqNGCAk3N7H0IboTJnWdfaMtRU7SMY2QqgGqoGDUm1vOoh_tBnOHJpbKeQIr1gFBtFxIZErn/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKN4_onf2iX0zBQrNtwf0O_nhqS-OlIAx0xvpGEx_Rly96RAT6Tc1PSq9p8rWQ6H5uyZZWqNGCAk3N7H0IboTJnWdfaMtRU7SMY2QqgGqoGDUm1vOoh_tBnOHJpbKeQIr1gFBtFxIZErn/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471889148289120898" border="0" /></a><br />Many of Aubrey's relatives were also present for the baptism and the get-together afterward at Julie and Todd's home. Those who were able to come were as follows: Blake and Alex Dyson, Brad Williams and his girl friend, Ashley Marie, Todd's mother, Connie Hayes and her husband, Norm, and Todd's Dad, Don Dyson, who gave the closing prayer, Dave and Kathy and Emily Whittle, Loree and Christianne and Bryan Bennett, Ron and Jana Tuttle and their boys, McKay and Connor, Mike Bascom and his kids, Austin, Cody and Mistee, Tom and Holly Brandner and Chase, Riley and Kade.<br /><br />Aubrey was so excited about her baptism, and even participated on her own program by singing a baptism song with her brother, Alex and Shaylee Shouten, who was the other child being baptized that day, and all three of Shaylee's brothers and her sister.<br /> <br />The closing song was <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">When Jesus Christ was Baptized</span>, which ends with these special words which summed up the experience for Aubrey:<br />"And now when I am baptized<br />I'll follow His example<br />Be baptized by immersion<br />Through sacred priesthood pow'r.<br />Then I will be a member<br />Of Heavenly Father's kingdom<br />And have the Holy Spirit<br />To guide me every hour."Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-9731574080035986532010-03-27T14:27:00.019-06:002010-03-29T17:16:25.664-06:00Jen's Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWI4QH_ssUGddX5JCZMM-PZwVpVe0VnQ3inQx04KEsLXKVaRhyphenhyphenVOogs_eVp-O6a-jmIdzVVj5kwJ2Gd7-mggB-rkzdFdakPx1oeFdlJ7SexwWJW2L_MVv5Uvvu_lIVoiIlEeV-3lVa14lK/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWI4QH_ssUGddX5JCZMM-PZwVpVe0VnQ3inQx04KEsLXKVaRhyphenhyphenVOogs_eVp-O6a-jmIdzVVj5kwJ2Gd7-mggB-rkzdFdakPx1oeFdlJ7SexwWJW2L_MVv5Uvvu_lIVoiIlEeV-3lVa14lK/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454194396971018434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHnQp7e6obvUxMmlfXK4in71_QStUSxuB_HKl3W0OaZO7Q-3tXRrc2t3GwWUCBP_2rO3tgJSgou990X-eBrD9u7VSz9omsbQrIJ7WuWjKtm8C-CLHc1uxngjxiPAhVfZsYVfbkbtCbC_h/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHnQp7e6obvUxMmlfXK4in71_QStUSxuB_HKl3W0OaZO7Q-3tXRrc2t3GwWUCBP_2rO3tgJSgou990X-eBrD9u7VSz9omsbQrIJ7WuWjKtm8C-CLHc1uxngjxiPAhVfZsYVfbkbtCbC_h/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454193772379115026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0dB3rH2YwAG1cumPOjZteHpacs2BEf31x8eR5RgQnS4IeFIzX2okiKjDtphT04WP7hK3nKDvIC8VU6-dePq5h6QfC-oEQAjEs3DWVTSiwv2ehcf8EMfInp-ikvitzuGbCXNDnE2LTsR-/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0dB3rH2YwAG1cumPOjZteHpacs2BEf31x8eR5RgQnS4IeFIzX2okiKjDtphT04WP7hK3nKDvIC8VU6-dePq5h6QfC-oEQAjEs3DWVTSiwv2ehcf8EMfInp-ikvitzuGbCXNDnE2LTsR-/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454194184135923298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The girls in my family, daughters and daughters-in-law, love to get together, and so we celebrate each of our birthdays with some kind of a get-together. Jennifer Bascom's birthday is the first one of the year--on February 25th . She chose to go out to eat and then go to the temple on the very day of her birthday. Seven of us met at the Olive Garden in American Fork and then five of us were able to g<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiltw52vDKRlX-Tay4KsV6g5EgYw5vxlUT6RKnE7TEJZPBCyrZpcSQlgZu10Y783XlCrNPEhPshzp23j11Te_YcV0mdrhBeqGcUiaC39E6d2aF4FFUKggSel9_sSIToFSBlhjMhBc1RYUZI/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiltw52vDKRlX-Tay4KsV6g5EgYw5vxlUT6RKnE7TEJZPBCyrZpcSQlgZu10Y783XlCrNPEhPshzp23j11Te_YcV0mdrhBeqGcUiaC39E6d2aF4FFUKggSel9_sSIToFSBlhjMhBc1RYUZI/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454195654681380530" border="0" /></a>o to a session at the Mt. Timpanogos Temple later. It was a very special day. Thanks Jen for choosing such a lovely way to celebrate.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-84309013960012446372009-11-10T14:04:00.007-07:002015-04-02T20:51:20.065-06:00GARY'S RECOVERY FROM "THE KNIFE"On October 21st Gary underwent major surgery at Utah Valley Regional Hospital to remove his prostrate and repair the bladder. Dr. Platt was his surgeon and they even had prayer before the surgery. Dr. Platt made the comment that evening that Gary's prayer went "beyond the ceiling" so he was sure he would do fine...and he did! He was in the hospital for six days and then in the Stonehenge Recovery Center for about that same amount of time. We didn't take pictures at the hospital, so the first two pictures are at the Recovery Center and the next two are when he returned home. <br />
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We had great family support throughout this challenging time. The girls came to be with us the day of the operation. In fact, we took Loree out to lunch to celebrate her birthday that day after Gary was out of the surgery and we knew he was okay, and while we were waiting for him to come out of the recovery room. Then Jan and Julie stayed with me all night the first night and we took turns being with Gary, and it is a good thing we did because at some point of time during the night he stopped breathing while Julie was with him. There was a Code Blue and his nurses and a couple of doctors converged immediately and got him breathing again. We were amazed at how quickly they were all able to get to him, but he gave us all a good scare. However, after that first night, things went smoothly with his recovery.<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvsQYPDC9br8FB72ahmEDFph5zfUp71zQR8_KiQv0ViWC5Oog3Thtb4uiGvNDgin486ZvT_Q3f6tlsicCS3uW3kDk14lQj_L5VQIaZo58jXURJlPzaS5RqPEZFymAX-jug7Ukm8jihXKg/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402587846634289218" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Gary spent a good amount of time in bed and wanted me to take a picture of him resting comfortably because he was so grateful to be able to sleep without pain again!<br />
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It is at a time like this when we are really grateful for family. They all took such good care of us. Thank you, everyone.<br />
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P.S. I wrote this in November, but forgot to post it--so better late than never.Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-43674166134647413702009-07-23T17:46:00.005-06:002015-04-02T20:52:17.248-06:00May-June 2009A Happy Day--Heather returned from Illinois and many family members greeted her at the airport. Needless to say, Mike and Jen were there with happy faces!<br />
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After Gary's minor surgery, Rachelle came to help out and did an awesome job of transplanting our geraniums, which are blooming like crazy now!<br />
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Bryan also came to lend a hand and did the most amazing job of moving all our "firewood" (logs) while Grandpa supervised!<br />
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Supervising is a hard job!<br />
<a br="" href="https://www.blogger.com/null" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}">><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDk808CKMrHpe3BO1NkcmYmcKF2jl2946ScShfikrsqlw6vWSII_RwjRR4_FtcoJndt-Hi9tcH5FkdJksgxdZ6Jg3Aq7XF-evCXxs0enIM8SUalFS8drHMB9bMvtdpzfaEspulFKwBqM4h/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361808084613119234" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-67507088651059048982009-03-28T16:55:00.004-06:002009-03-29T15:17:56.290-06:00Caitlin's airport welcome<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7MEPN_L9jpRuaLH25FeCLZoIqoHtMJyUny3KIqB4HMTsr0isn3pxno46Bl_118wySJ8p2MDiYNtVdT9QzWSJ9U_ceve4ylRzz0Zm36cbdz3JhQcMU-VrWHBYoIrPLfO6aA_5DPS0zWUq/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318377533001377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7MEPN_L9jpRuaLH25FeCLZoIqoHtMJyUny3KIqB4HMTsr0isn3pxno46Bl_118wySJ8p2MDiYNtVdT9QzWSJ9U_ceve4ylRzz0Zm36cbdz3JhQcMU-VrWHBYoIrPLfO6aA_5DPS0zWUq/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /></a> Amazingly, Caitlin's 18 month mission to Argentina is over and Dave and Kathy were able to travel there to meet the special people she worked with, and do some wonderful sight seeing and then come home with her. Above, Andrew welcomes her home with a big hug. I think he may have missed her! Below, Dave and Kathy and Caitlin arrive at the airport. First thing, Emily hugged her so hard she lost her missionary tag. Kathy, even after a long flight looked radiant--so happy to have her missionary home.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO88w16uy8tAvNyccYZ5F0icWwt00NpJLybAJO_Dk7MUGAdjCQ8bG6pgW6zmEswlIRrDoPWPr1nzkx_QI0lVFv2zTHQ5EzMsxAQsm6vNzWYUbqvQo_iqmCUKZPrR1y-85GCCIZlSAMiJas/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318377523766037826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO88w16uy8tAvNyccYZ5F0icWwt00NpJLybAJO_Dk7MUGAdjCQ8bG6pgW6zmEswlIRrDoPWPr1nzkx_QI0lVFv2zTHQ5EzMsxAQsm6vNzWYUbqvQo_iqmCUKZPrR1y-85GCCIZlSAMiJas/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Caitlin was so impressive! She looked great, but was so sensitive to everyone who was there, and took time to greet each personally! Below, I get my turn for a good hug.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P6Aj9WX38RQzTHkXXbmSHAwm1PmNfHWhbpOd2R1E0RYajkfBWD2NRSICOQWSz2peFQ_jnutgdCMTp-P0f_twuW-WMnKF08XKVEwkj79nH3ktRzj1KTBhvB9CmW3HocM7BWJoNcu3vCxx/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318377517693858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P6Aj9WX38RQzTHkXXbmSHAwm1PmNfHWhbpOd2R1E0RYajkfBWD2NRSICOQWSz2peFQ_jnutgdCMTp-P0f_twuW-WMnKF08XKVEwkj79nH3ktRzj1KTBhvB9CmW3HocM7BWJoNcu3vCxx/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is one of the sights that greeted Caitlin when she first came down the hall. Lots of welcome home signs and even some balloons!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWVj9vYlmHLWAsMOyUsQAaBYTOR8uGD-L_j5UGdmy_b2XG5ASlybHOgAJJ2rKJCPjXX7KrMcIJnkEHHJb_vbl0C3UT78YMn1eWhbYHg_cK38Zfy6Ewp-ZRYuMyzjeAFxWOIEFoUc4sFVR/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318377512588972530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWVj9vYlmHLWAsMOyUsQAaBYTOR8uGD-L_j5UGdmy_b2XG5ASlybHOgAJJ2rKJCPjXX7KrMcIJnkEHHJb_vbl0C3UT78YMn1eWhbYHg_cK38Zfy6Ewp-ZRYuMyzjeAFxWOIEFoUc4sFVR/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /></a> Later, as we met at a restaurant all these beautiful gals got together for a picture. They are all related to me! Aren't I blessed? It was a very sweet time. WELCOME HOME CAITLIN.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw_neTBe5QnREsUjU4LKxd7xJFY25pMPoEXXeiU8GaAq1UQEA5mdGixUtSB7VPHpOxi-d9fgaUfQwyUm-OnEDp_2T78FGChP7hCLnFIfAP8TAu5cY1HlMSPsRb-EzSZmT2X-pzNGmI49l/s1600-h/Caitlin+returning+from+Argentina--March+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318377498616324418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw_neTBe5QnREsUjU4LKxd7xJFY25pMPoEXXeiU8GaAq1UQEA5mdGixUtSB7VPHpOxi-d9fgaUfQwyUm-OnEDp_2T78FGChP7hCLnFIfAP8TAu5cY1HlMSPsRb-EzSZmT2X-pzNGmI49l/s320/Caitlin+returning+from+Argentina--March+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div>Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847008708177015291.post-43735040596078306892009-03-04T20:40:00.005-07:002009-07-26T20:52:25.154-06:00February events<div>My life seems to be circumscribed by important family events. This past month there were several I want to record. First, a baby shower for Julianne Delgado that Jen and I attended together. Jennifer didn't want me to have to go alone, and although she was "snowed" she was so kind and spent the time to go with me, and was glad she did. It was good to meet Julianne's mother and sisters and be with Annie and Natalie for a few minutes, and I also was able to deliver Natalie's birthday present. I didn't think to take a camera, so didn't get a picture.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div>Grandma Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437211020083686104noreply@blogger.com1