Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Friday, October 22, 2010

Remembering My Brother

Today my brother, Rick, would have been 59 years old. I always remember him on his birthday. I remember him as a youth and young father. He was tall and had an impish sense of humor. I think Jordan looks like Rick. I think Rick would have been a fun uncle. That is how I think of Isaac; he is a fun uncle.
                                                                                                                                      
I think Rick had undiagnosed AD/HD. His handwriting was difficult to read. He had difficulty completing and turning in homework in high school. He was an auditory learner when it was a subject he was interested in. He could sit in a classroom and do well on the tests when he had not done the homework. I think school was hard for him.

I will always remember my brother as a young father who was proud of his little family.



Monday, October 18, 2010

Primary Practice

Yesterday the Primary practiced for the second time in the chapel. The Primary Sacrament Meeting program is next Sunday on October 24th. The practice went much better than the first week. It was fortuitous that Sacrament Meeting got out early. We really needed the extra time. The children sang much better, and some of the children actually had their parts memorized. One little 5-year-old boy indicated he really did not need any help, and he did a great job. I was very concerned after the first practice, but I am much encouraged by how well it went yesterday. It was a 100% improved.

I did not go home after Ward Council, but I stayed and watched the 1st ward practice their program. I got some good ideas. They had found a way to make the chorister more visible, and we used their example successfully. They began their program by having the children leave their parents after the Sacrament, and having them line up in the hall. They then marched in reverently while one little girl sang a solo. She had a sweet voice. She did a good job, and her name was Margaux (pronounced Margo). She reminded me of watching my own little Margot sing solos for Primary. It was a sweet memory.