Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Annual October Tuacahn Trip (UEA)
ART in the PARK (St. George)
Let's go to Chuck a Rama
(Sarah and Kenzie)
Don't I just look hungry???
(Sarah)
Dinner at Chuck a Rama
(Alyssa, Sarah, Kenzie and Thayne)
At the Play "CATS"
(Alyssa, Sarah and Dad)
(Alyssa, Sarah and Dad)
With performers
(Alyssa, Kenzie, Sarah)
(Alyssa, Kenzie, Sarah)
(Alyssa, Kenzie, and Sarah)
Neilsens Custard -- Simply the best
(Merrill, Geri, Sarah, Alyssa, Bobbie, Kenzie, and Thayne)
(Merrill, Geri, Sarah, Alyssa, Bobbie, Kenzie, and Thayne)
(Merrill, Geri, Alyssa and Dad)
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
October Conference at CABIN
Each year we love to go to the cabin at conference time if it is available and we are in the rotation. I think it is the most beautiful time of year. Fall colors are wonderful. Did not take as many pictures this year but still some good ones.
Looking up the mountain from the Cabin.
Colors not as brilliant this year
The CABIN
Colors up close
Ressa, McKenzie, and Alexa
On the zip line platform
The ROAD into Cabin
with Temporary DETOUR
with Temporary DETOUR
Deer off the road on the way in
Looking up the mountain from the Cabin.
Colors not as brilliant this year
After eating
The CABIN
Colors up close
Watching conference
Alexa comes down slide . . .
Ressa, McKenzie, and Alexa
On the zip line platform
McKenzie and Alexa
Ressa and Sarah
Meservy Family
Sarah, Brighton, Dad, Tyler, Alyssa, Cara, and Jeff
McKenzie and Alexa
Sarah, Brighton, Dad, Tyler, Alyssa, Cara, and Jeff
McKenzie and Alexa
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Mother by Sarah Jane
M o t h e r
My mother is my hero,
She watches over me,
In times when I’m in trouble,
She was always there to see.
She really was that person,
That every human wanted to be,
And everyone wished she would have been there,
When my niece, Alexa turned three.
She loved me oh so dearly,
And I really did love her,
If I ever asked to help with dinner,
She would always let me stir.
My mom was a perfect angel,
She was beautiful as could be,
I loved it when she’d give me hugs,
And I’d never want to be free!
by Sarah Meservy
My mother is my hero,
She watches over me,
In times when I’m in trouble,
She was always there to see.
She really was that person,
That every human wanted to be,
And everyone wished she would have been there,
When my niece, Alexa turned three.
She loved me oh so dearly,
And I really did love her,
If I ever asked to help with dinner,
She would always let me stir.
My mom was a perfect angel,
She was beautiful as could be,
I loved it when she’d give me hugs,
And I’d never want to be free!
by Sarah Meservy
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Poem -- Happy Fathers Day
This is a poem I received on Fathers Day in June of 2005 and to be sure it was greatly appreciated.
Happy Father's Day!!!
Hello kind sir
Todays the day
To Honor all
You do and say
Because your kids
They think you're great
The coolest dad
In this darn state!
You make them laugh
And sometimes smile
You get them through
All kinds of trials
You cheer them up
When they are sad
That's why you are
The coolest dad
It's because of you
That they are here
And that they know
Their mother's near
So thanks for
Everything you do
Cause Daddy, guess what
We LOVE you!
Love the Fabulous Four
in case you were wondering that's
Tyler, Brighton, Alyssa and Sarah
Hello kind sir
Todays the day
To Honor all
You do and say
Because your kids
They think you're great
The coolest dad
In this darn state!
You make them laugh
And sometimes smile
You get them through
All kinds of trials
You cheer them up
When they are sad
That's why you are
The coolest dad
It's because of you
That they are here
And that they know
Their mother's near
So thanks for
Everything you do
Cause Daddy, guess what
We LOVE you!
Love the Fabulous Four
in case you were wondering that's
Tyler, Brighton, Alyssa and Sarah
Poem by Brighton
Wednesday, December 25, 2002
Poem -- She IS
She IS
By Brighton
Given to her father December of 2002
On a cold night in winter
The snow starts to fall
You look up in the sky
Where the moon starts to crawl
It reflects on a house
That silently sits
And this house held a person
It will never forget
There’s a tree through the window
It’s lights make it shine
Where a father is sitting
His youngest is nine
With a quick glance toward him
There’s a tear in his eye
You start to wonder
What could make this man cry
All over the wall
There stands family pictures
Or decorations for Christmas
And all kinds of scriptures
You see into this man
And you see why he’s weeping
Why he’s up so late at night
When he could be sleeping
You look and you see that
His wonderful wife
Is needed in heaven
So has left her earth life
He thinks of how he
Will get through this trial
He can’t keep the house
from becoming huge piles
He sits and he wonders
And you see in his thoughts
That he is thinking of
All the good that she taught
For example her music
Which was always made clear
To be passed to her children
Who she loved so dear
She was also a leader
Of all kinds of youth
Which made her quite perfect
I’m not stretching the truth
The man as he’s thinking
‘Bout all of these things
Is reminded of Jesus
The king of all kings
He suffered for all
In Gethsemane
And died on a cross
On the hill calvary
He did all of this
So that we could come back
And live with him there
With our families intact
My mom is in heaven
She’s waiting and waiting
The time when we’ll be there
She’s anticipating
Her talents were many
And her faults were few
Who’s happy in heaven
My mom is that’s who
The key to this poem
Is uplifting because
We should speak in the present
Say she is not she was
By Brighton
Given to her father December of 2002
On a cold night in winter
The snow starts to fall
You look up in the sky
Where the moon starts to crawl
It reflects on a house
That silently sits
And this house held a person
It will never forget
There’s a tree through the window
It’s lights make it shine
Where a father is sitting
His youngest is nine
With a quick glance toward him
There’s a tear in his eye
You start to wonder
What could make this man cry
All over the wall
There stands family pictures
Or decorations for Christmas
And all kinds of scriptures
You see into this man
And you see why he’s weeping
Why he’s up so late at night
When he could be sleeping
You look and you see that
His wonderful wife
Is needed in heaven
So has left her earth life
He thinks of how he
Will get through this trial
He can’t keep the house
from becoming huge piles
He sits and he wonders
And you see in his thoughts
That he is thinking of
All the good that she taught
For example her music
Which was always made clear
To be passed to her children
Who she loved so dear
She was also a leader
Of all kinds of youth
Which made her quite perfect
I’m not stretching the truth
The man as he’s thinking
‘Bout all of these things
Is reminded of Jesus
The king of all kings
He suffered for all
In Gethsemane
And died on a cross
On the hill calvary
He did all of this
So that we could come back
And live with him there
With our families intact
My mom is in heaven
She’s waiting and waiting
The time when we’ll be there
She’s anticipating
Her talents were many
And her faults were few
Who’s happy in heaven
My mom is that’s who
The key to this poem
Is uplifting because
We should speak in the present
Say she is not she was
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