TOP TEN LIST WHY I MISS DEREK

10. no fishing partner
9. no one to get 32 ouncers (4 wheelers) for me
8 I can't figure out how to turn on the tv
7. I have to take the garbage out
6. Cat is meowing constantly
5. Derek: "I'll drive"
4. no one to help me plant trees
3. no one to go bowling with
2. Derek: "I like your blog dad"
1. Derek: "Lets go fishing"

Welcome Home Grandma

Exciting Times in Utah

Sally Really Wants to See Annelisa Too
Scott Loading Up
Come on Mom We Really want to Hang out with Annelisa
Scott Driving Between 12-4am
Annelisa Examining the Loot
Well we are here in Utah arrived at around 5:30 am. Annelisa excited about her new furniture. Several hours of sleep and off to Park City. I am typing from an internet cafe in Park City Liam's red dodge pickup's transmission went kaput. AAA has towed the dodge to Hinckley Dodge in SLC. Can't go bad with a car repair shop named Hinkley in SLC right? Anyway I have rented a car. Hinckley will fix and will fix the pickup by Monday PM. Scott and I will leave then and drive all night which we are very adept at doing. I will solicit Rebecca to pick up Ann and Derek.

Scott is up sking right now he is like a kid in a candy shop. I will post pictures soon. It could have been worse. It could have happened in Tapachula, or Morelia, or Cabo or between bend an burns, or between burns and boise or in Enterprise or a lot of other places. Look at the positive side. The engine runs great. Now we can go Bear hunting knowing we won't get broke down.

Grandama Please Come Home Now! I Miss You

Hi Liam and Aerlind its Paigee

"Hi you guys this is Paigee"

Luk Airlind an Liam at da nu tre dat granpa Toten has! Its a Wollemi Pine from Austrla where Unkle Billiee yur daddee liam went on his missin. It was discuverd in 1994 when unkle Derek was onli for. It is 250 zillin years olde. A manne fonded it in a canyun. Peepul tot it was extinctie. Granpu Toten seys it is mircle tre. Thar wer onli for tres luftin da hol wurld rit thar. Granpu Toten sur luvs tres lik he luvs his grankidies

ann

my email is eolsen@olsendaines.com

ann

my email is eolsen@olsendaines.com

Ice Country

Mt Jefferson with Three Finger Jack in the Foreground taken 7:30 am March 23,2007 Friday


Ice is a strange thing. Jets don't have a problem with it, they go so fast that the ice doesn't have a chance to stick. They also punch up through the clouds fast. They fly high where there are no clouds and thus no moisture. There must be moisture for there to be ice. Thus clouds and freezing temperatures are a recipe for ice. Ice on airplane wings can do strange things. However certain types of ice is worse than other ice. The most common form of ice is "rime" ice. Rime ice is small even granules that form evenly over the front or leading edges of the wings and other parts of the plane. It is not uncommon to pick up a little rime ice either ascending above or descending below the clouds. Clear ice is entirely different. Clear ice is like the ice you see on your windshields, sometimes when you get freezing rain. It can form streaks. That ice is very dangerous. There also is what is called mixed ice. Mixed ice is a combination of rime and clear ice- it can get pretty ragged. All ice is dangerous, but the last two can accumulate quite fast. Since an airplane travels so fast through frozen moisture there is a potential to accumulate ice. What ice does is deform the wings and if care is not taken to get out, it can cause the plane to stall by the wings not being able to generate lift. The weight isn't the problem, it is the deformation of the wings that causes the problem.

I will never fly if there is clear ice forecast, or an ice storm. They are quite rare but that is a flat rule. If I encounter ice it usually quite easy to determine the rate of accumulation and also to fly at an altitude where the ice does not accumulate or fly above or below the clouds. Remember moisture or clouds are necessary for ice. Having a turbocharged engine allows me to climb high above the clouds ,and at around 1000 feet per minute, which for a small plane is pretty fast.

One time coming back from Klamath Falls I climbed up to over 19,000 feet to get out of the clouds. Usually I never have to climb that high. Last Monday afternoon coming back from Tri Cities I encountered light rime ice. I always report ice to the air traffic controllers I am talking to. It is mandatory. They want to know the outside air temperature, rate of accumulation light, moderate, or heavy and type of ice. They are very willing to facilitate a routing or altitude to get out of the ice. It is always a good feeling when you descend, when you get close to 32 degrees. The ice on the windshield starts to slide off like frosting off of a cake, then peels off the wings. Sometimes you will hear chunks hit parts of the plane as it flies off.

Say "Cheeese"

Melida, Paige and Elijah come for dinner








"Time for dinner where's Liam?"











Paige gave a very nice prayer



Elijah couldn't wait for prayer









"I like spagetti"











Uncle Scott back from skiing

Visitors Today

Desperate Geese

Scott

Dwarves

Why I Miss Master Ann by Sally

10. She is always glad to see me
9. She gives me treats from the fridge all the time.
8. She is nice to Finn
7. She throws balls for Finn and understands when I am tired
6. She lets me sleep on the couch
5. She lets me go hunting with Derek and Eric
4. She sees that my hair gets trimmed in the spring
3. She says "good Sally" and pets me nice
2. She never yells when I am muddy from digging for gophers which is often
1. She understands me. She was there for me through all my babies. We girls need to stick together

Annelisa's New Furniture

Anne Louise, "Can I go to BYU and live with Annelisa and her roommates? Pleeease?"











Elijah, "I want to go too I'm bored in Corvallis. I think the BYU chicks would find me irristable, don't you agree?"












Paige, "I would prefer to just stay with my grandpa."

Its Safer on the Island

TOP TEN LIST WHY I MISS ANN

10. "Good morning are you going to exercise this morning."
9. "Don't you think my new shoes are cute."
8. "You can rub my feet if you want."
7. "I am very worried about___________" (insert any child's name)
6. "time for prayer."
5. "do we have any ice cream?"
4. phone messages for Ann on message machine, "I'm returning your call about the boat I have for sale."
3. "Look what I made for __________" (insert any grandchild's name.)
2. "Scott needs a girlfriend."
1. xoxoxoxox

Why I Like Oats

NICK

Nick: "I like oats because they are nice and crunchy and they make my tummy feel good."








GIBSON



Gibson: "I don't know, I guess because my Mom liked oats."






WINSLOW

Winslow: "I like oats because they make me feel good when I'm feeling down, you know the gelding thing. Makes me feel like a stallion. I also like searching for that last oat, the one that is in the corner of the trough that everyone else missed."





VANITY



Vanity: "Why do like oats? You know its in the scriptures, wheat for man, corn for the ox and oats for the horse." (D&C 89)

VISITORS TODAY

Going, Going, Gone, Billy Wins the Auction to Rescue Scott

I received a call from Scott yesterday afternoon at around 4:30. He had managed to lose my keys to the Honda sking, in addition to his wallet and cell phone. He had probably been too excited to get going in the morning and forgot to zip up his pocket. I couldn't get angry because he was talking to the orignal key loser in the world. The key has an electronic chip so a locksmith is no good. I went home and found the valet key which will work. Scott calls and I tell him I do not want to drive to Mount Hood Meadows. Well, Jeff his friends mother can go. "How old is she" I ask, imagining I was sending some 90 year old lady up to the mountains in the dark, noise in the background, Scott, "she is in her 40's" "Well she is younger then me, I am in my 50's so she can go." "Okay" Scott says, "but she is not wild about it." Wade is next to me. "Wade do you want to go up to Mount Hood Meadows, Scott will give you $100." "Surrre" Wade says. I call Scott. Five minutes later Scott calls back. "I have a guy from work that will come up here for $50. (the rescue price is getting cheaper) "Can you pay him dad and I'll pay you back." "Sure." Ten minutes later, another call from Scott. "Billy is all alone and will come up and doesn't need any money. (ah hah thats the best bid yet) He will go down to Salem and pick up the key." Billy comes I give him $40 for gas and food. He turns it down, but I insist, I say to salve my concience since I am the father and this is a huge favor. Scott pulled in around midnight looking like Rocky Raccoon (it was a sunny day)

It's Wild and Dangerous Out Here

The night before last I was laying in bed. I had the window open. I heard a goose honk- it was close to midnight. I awoke with a shock. Ann remembers. I turned to Ann and said, "that wasn't a normal honk that was a very scared terrified honk, something terrible just happened." Ann said, "go back to sleep and don't worry about it." Well I did worry about it.

Last evening Scott came up to borrow the Honda to go sking, a rather regular occurence. After he left he came right back up and said there was a dead goose down by the red house. I jumped in the car with him and went down to the house. Sure enough, there was a huge goose in the road. The dogs had pulled him out of the grass or whereever they had found him. They had chewed on him which is natural but they were not responsible for his death. He was just a treat. In fact when I brought him up to the house they slunk in the corner knowing that they had to keep far away from a goose. He was stone cold. This was the goose that had let out the terrified shriek the night before. It could have been a mink, perhaps a skunk or even possibly a weasel. A coyote is a possiblity but a coyote would have eaten him all down. My vote is for a mink. He was not a desperate goose. I think he had a mate. I will keep my eyes open for a lonesome mate. I am sorry for the sad news but it can be a cold hard world even for peaceful geese.

Let us not be too sad. He is happy now. Ann commented the other night that there is no sadness in the death of goodness only that they will be missed by those still here. He and his mate will again be together. He is in heaven, someday he will be ressurected with all the other geese and again fly through the skies.

How Not to Bake a Cake by Grandpa Tigner

"I was about four years old. I had seen my mother and sister make cakes and I decided I would make one to pass the time. I got everything I had seen them use, like flour and lard, and lots of vanilla to give it a good flavor. When I went to get the sugar, I did not get the right dish; I got a bowl of salt instead. I like my cake sweet, so I put in plenty of this so-called sugar.

When my sister came home from school, my cake was in the oven, just about done. She saw the mess I had made, pulled out my cake, and went outside and scattered it all over for the chickens to eat.

My mother had purchased several Plymouth Rock chickens, which are grey chickens about the size of a Rhode Island Red. These chickens were always hungry. So here came these purebred Plymouth Rock hens which my mother was going to use for a big start in the chicken business, and they gobbled up that salty cake.

Then you know what happened. There was not any water around, and that salt killed the chickens. When my mother came home, her old hens and little chickens were upside down in the yard stone dead! I heard about that in no uncertain terms.

Comments

Comments can be nice. When I was in the 4th grade my dad with a group of other men presented a bill to the Oregon legislature that would ban raising crops with the intent not to harvest them, in order to attract wildlife. This was before our National Wildlife Refuges in the Willamette Valley. A man by the name of Glasser, between Albany and Corvallis had a huge duck club. Dad was convinced the reason we were having a hard time shooting any ducks was because they were all at Glassers. Glasser planted hundreds of acres of corn and left it for the ducks and his hunters. Dad thought it would be good PR if I testified in front of the legislature. And I did. My picture was on the the front page of the Statesman. However that was nothing like what happened earlier that day.

I went to school that day in a suit and tie I had for church. Dad would pick me up at school. Mom always tried to see that I looked nice. I was in Mrs. Boardman's class (some of you will remember her, she later taught at Brush College.) Anyway, there was a pretty girl in class that came up to me that morning and made this exact comment, "My Eric Olsen you look handsome today." As comments go that is the first comment I can ever remember. In fact for a long time it was the only comment I ever remembered. It is still is on my top ten list of comments. I remember it as if it happened yesterday. I have liked comments ever since.

Another Beautiful Day Years Ago

It was a beautiful day like today. I had taken Ann to the hospital several times before for false alarms. We were in the prebirth room again when things started getting exciting. I rang for the nurse and in she came. Rebecca appeared early. She was slipery as a fresh caught salmon. It was just the nurse and me, and mom of course. "Look Ann its Rebecca!" She was feisty and sweet from the beginning. Later that night Rebecca's grandmother Pearl Marie came up with her uncle Lars who was around 15 years old and held Rebecca.

One of my sweetest memories was when she was three years old. We went to visit my grandpa and grandma Tigner. They lived in a care facility. Ross and Scott were with me. After our visit I was piling kids into the car and Rebecca was missing. Where could she be? I ran back into the facility. There was a line of chairs shaped like an L along the front window and around a wall. There were no less than 15 -20 old ladies sitting in those chairs. There Rebecca was traveling down the row from one to the next. She climbed on each ones lap and gave her a hug and kiss. She was half way down the row. She saw me and said, "Daddy I'm giving the grandmas loves." I waited till she was done with her appointed task and off we went. You could call it a type of things to come.

Puerto Penesco, Chola Bay and Jesus

My family moved to Phoenix Arizona when I was twelve years old. Soon thereafter my Dad, my brother Dirk and I went to Cholla Bay, Puerto Penesco, or Rocky Point in Sonora Mexico. This is at the very northern end of the gulf of Baja California on the mainland side. We took our boat, the Lucky Lady to go fishing. I had never been to Mexico before. The tide would go over a mile out, so the local Mexicans had built cars on stilts with engines way up in the air to drive out pulling your trailer to pick you up, or take your boat out, since the water was so shallow. When you were ready to be picked up you would get on the radio and call a Mexican fellow named Jesus. It was my job to call Jesus. I felt kind of funny, "Lucky Lady calling Jesus, please pick us up Jesus." The driver would be paid a couple of dollars and that is how they earned their living. Driving to Puerto Penesco I saw houses built out of cardboard. Entire families were living in these cardboard shacks in the middle of the desert. It was like nothing I had seen before. One time Dirk and I spotted a stream of water shoot five feet high out of the mud flat. We ran over and dug up a huge clam. His shell is still in my office.

Horse Hay or "I need a metal detector"

There is something about hay that I love. In the middle of winter you crack open the bail and you get a whif of spring when it was cut. I love to hear the horses neigh when I walk in the barn. They stomp their feet as if to say "hurry up and feed me Seymor." I bought 12 more sacks of oats yesterday. Now horses will do almost anything for an oat. I have the upper fields blocked off to let the grass grow tall so oats and hay it is for the next 4-6 weeks.

Back to the hay. We bought some hay this winter that was like no other hay I have purchased. Each morning when I went to feed the horse I would examine the horse trough for what was left over from the hay the day before. This hay must have grown up over an old barn because there was all kinds of old rusty metal. Here is a list of things I collected from the bottom of the manger. An assortment of tin can lids, various hinges of different sizes. Assundry collection of bolts including carriage bolts. One very old rusty can opener. Angle iron of different shapes and sizes all in a high degree of rusting. Enough nails to build a tree house for the grandkids (on my list) and other mysterious pieces of metal that must have come from outer space. (space shuttle debris?) The horse have pretty sensitive lips so this stuff just is avoided. It did make for a little more excitement in the morning. It was kind of like christmas morning. I found my self excitedly anticipating what treasure I would find that morning. I was hoping for gold bar but no such luck

NEWS FLASH! SWALLOWS ARE BACK!

West Salem Journel Salem OR AP. Eric Olsen of Brush College reports that the first contingent of barn swallows has arrived from sunny Mexico back to their home at Swallows Nest. They appeared at aproximately 7:30 am this sunny morning swooping around inspecting eves and gutters and eyeing out nesting spots for the coming spring. The main contingency is somewhere in Northern Mexico taking their time. They will pass through L.A. on the way north passing by Manchester. This group, however, wanted a head start and were lonesome for Oregon. They will get the prime nesting spots. As they say "the early bird gets the worm." Stay tuned for more exciting swallow news!

More Sack Lunches: "Cornbread for Whitebread"

From the journel of Ernest Robert Tigner, my grandfather, father of my mother Pearl Marie

"Dad was ninteen or twenty years old. He was downtown (Topeka Kansas) one day seeing what was going on, and a Salvation Army band was playing on the street corner. Dad got interested in the speaker.... Eventually my dad converted to the Salvation Army and he took off preaching in Kansas. One night in the audience was a beautiful young lady sitting there listening to him preach. After the services he met her, shook hands with her and passed the time of day. The next day this young woman was back...To make a long story short the young lady was my mother...Corn was a big crop at the time, since they could not raise much wheat around there, so the diet at my mother,s home was mostly connbread. Whitebread was a luxury when they could get the flower to make it.

All the kids in school packed their lunches, and cornbread was the staple item in their lunchpails. One day a new family moved in which was quite well-to-do. Lo and behold, the new girl, when she went to get her lunch, had sandwiches made out of white bread.

She looked over and saw my mother and the other girls eating cornbread, and she asked, "what is that?" And they told her. She traded bread with them, and the white bread was very delicious. They had quite a time trading cornbread for whitebread."

My 5 Desperate Housegeese

This is an interesting time of year for Canadian Geese. There are always anywhere from 20 to several hundreds on the pond or fields at all times. Since we have lived here every single year, beginning in spring 1988 we have had an average of 3-11 goslings born. The average number is probably six. I have seen only one baby that didn't make it in all these years. Geese mate for life.

Thet are wonderful parents. If you figure each one of those goslings eventually got married and had babies and came back to visit it is easy to know why all through the winter we regularly are home to 100's and sometimes 1000's of geese. I kind of think most of them are related somehow. Certainly flocks of geese are families and extended family groups.

Anyway getting back to my desperate housegeese. Each spring at least one set of parents will hatch out its little family. They fly off together by July 4 and come back together before Thanksgiving. However around this time of year the parents will kick out the kids as they prepare to have another family. Up to a few weeks ago there was a flock of seven which was the five kids from last year and the parents. They have been very friendly towards me all year and not scared at all. Well now when I walk around there are pairs of geese everywhere. Last week I counted 7 pair on various parts of the property. Each pair had its romantic corner of the property. Then there are my 5 desperate housegeese. These are the siblings that have been "kicked out" by the parents. They wander around the yard kind of lost honking. I see what I think are their parents a little ways away. The kids are kind of lost- desperate like. Honestly this happens every single year. They haven't found love. They honk a lot more than normal. Anyway I am hoping they will find love this summer. I am sure they will. There are plenty of second and third cousins that come to visit and probably a new goose from up north. And romance among the geese is in the air- there is lots of honking going on down at the pond. I am hoping things go well so there isn't so much desperate honking in the air.

Barbers I have known

I just got my hair cut. My barbers last name was Mattila- a Finish name. I asked her if she knew where her name came from and she did. It brought back memories of a certain time in Finland when I got my hair cut.

When I was six years old mom would put give me a couple of dollars and send me down to the grocery store on my bike. I would buy milk or cheese and then stop at the triangle barber shop. I remember my toes would not touch the ground. There were lots of magazines and especially comic books. Comic books were a spare commodity in my house. I was young enough that I was just starting to read and comic books were way above "run Jane run." I was careful to appear that I was reading although I didn't understand but a word or two. This I did by turning the pages slowly. Two, what appeared to me then old men were the barbers. There was always a wait for me to catch up on batman, superman or spiderman.

When I was fourteen and we had moved back to Salem from Arizona we spotted a barber that advertised haircuts for a dollar. My younger brother Dirk and Dad went to the barber. The haircut Dirk got consisted of a shave on each side of the head with a long length of hair running right down the middle. Back then in 1964 there were a few mohawk haircuts. Dirk had his mohawk although not intentional. When he came home he was howling. When he slinked into the house a neighbor kids saw him and yelled out "neat haircut." Wow that really did it. He never seemed to care before but the haircut really set him off. When mom saw him she told my dad to march right out and get it fixed. Well it proved more difficult to fix then they imagined. He came back with a butch.

My first haircut in Finland was my most memorable. I was in Turku Finland. My companion and I walked into the barber and lo and behold it was a woman- actually a young girl my age. Not any girl but a beautiful girl. I had no idea that girls cut hair, it was a new thing for me- in fact in Finland the only barbers were women. For the next half hour I was worried I was breaking the mission rules. After that experience I was careful that my barber was an older woman.

Sack Lunches

One of the most pleasant things about life is sack lunches. First it is nice to know there is food sitting somewhere close by. One less thing to worry about. But what makes sack lunches especially neat is when someone else makes them for you. When I was 10 years old I would take a sack lunch on the bus to the berry or bean field. Mom would make the lunch. It was always exciting to see what was inside the sack. when you make it yourself its not quite the same. I would purposefully not look into the sack until I was near the berry field. Then I would rifle through it. Mom would put a can of pop in the freezer for an hour and then she would wrap it with newspaper and put it at the bottom of the sack. If things were perfect it would be a cold slush when I used the can opener at noon. A can opener was always inside the sack. Dad was not above making lunches either. He would make the cheese or peanut butter extra thick. Peanut butter was the standard fare. It is always fun to have extra little things in the lunch. Half a banana, sliced apple, cookies, you know. I make lunches now for Derek who will be 17 this week. He likes things a particular way. When I make the lunch I think about what he will think when he opens it. Never miss an opportunity to make a sack lunch for someone else. The quality of sack lunches is not strained it blesses him that makes it and him that eats it.

Memory of a close call

I flew down to Roseburg yesterday to pick up a wrongful death case. When I approached Roseburg 10 miles north at around 4500 feet I heard over the radio another plane taking off coming my direction. Sure enough I saw him early and he was heading directly for me perhaps 2 miles away. I turned to my right. Seattle center called him and warned him about me but I had already set off to the right. Years ago out of Roseburg I heard another plane talking to Seattle Center. I knew a plane was in my vicinity. I carefully scanned the sky and saw a Mooney descending. My first thought was that we were lined up directly to collide. My second thought was that if I did not turn that instant I would be dead in about 3-5 seconds. I immediately banked hard to the right and my heart began pumping like mad. I called on the local frequency and asked if the plane coming into Roseburg had seen me. He called back and said he had looked up out of his window and saw the belly of my plane in his left window. He was breathing hard. He said he was putting his lunch away. He thanked me for saving his life. The next Monday we had a huge bouquet of flowers delivered to the office. There was a note from this pilot. It simply said "nice bank Eric- thanks again" After that I invested $5000 in a little instrument called a TCAD or traffic collision avoidance device. It gives a signal and alarm when a plane is three miles away or 2000 feet above or below me. It is not 100% but it does go off on occasion. Most of the time I won't even see the plane that sets off the alarm. The skys in Oregon are generally a lonely place. Lots of room with no company around. A collision in the air is about as bad a thing that could happen. There is no room for error. There are no fender benders in the air

Moroni 10:25

I have spent the last several years studying Moroni in the Book of Mormon. He wrote a total of 527 verses. This is the introduction to my papers for those that are interested:
The One Among You that Doeth Good:
Moroni’s Hidden Witness of the Prophet Joseph Smith
Short Study of Moroni 10:25 2.18.07 revision
Eric W. Olsen
"But a seer can know of things which are past, and also of things which are to come, and by them shall all things be revealed, or, rather, shall secret things be made manifest, and hidden things shall come to light, and things which are not known shall be made known by them, and also things shall be made known by them which otherwise could not be known." (Mosiah 8:17)

Introduction

Moroni 10, the final chapter of the Book of Mormon, is best known for Moroni’s promise in verses 4-5. Yet, more insights can be found in the verses that follow this beloved promise. For instance we find Moroni’s description of the gifts of the spirit in verses 9-16. He culminates with a provocative statement regarding a time when the gifts of the spirit would not be found upon the earth. We know verse 25 to be important because in the immediately previous verse, he broadens his exhortation to include the, "ends of the earth":

24. And now I speak unto all the ends of the earth- that if the day cometh that
the power and gifts of God shall be done away among you, it shall because
of unbelief.
25. And wo be unto the children of men if this be the case; for there shall be none that doeth good among you, no not one. For if there be one among you that doeth good, he shall work by the power and gifts of God (italics added)

President Ezra Taft Benson said this of the Book of Mormon authors:
if they, saw our day, and chose those things which would be of greatest worth to us, is not that how we should study the Book of Mormon? We should constantly ask ourselves, why did the Lord inspire Mormon (or Moroni or Alma) to include that in his record? What lesson can I learn from that to help me live in this day of age? Joseph Smith taught regarding his study of the scriptures, "I have a key by which I understand the scriptures. I enquire, what was the question which drew out the answer.... To ascertain its meaning, we must dig up the root and ascertain what it was that drew the saying."2

With this advice in mind, I will examine Moroni 10:25. This is commonly read as a general maxim. If a person does good he is working by the gifts and power of God. Using President Benson’s advice and Joseph Smith’s key, can verse 25 be read in a different, more probing manner? I will analyze the particular words and phrases in verse 25 and compare them with like words or phrases in Moroni’s other writings. These scriptures will be examined in order to determine if there is evidence to show that Moroni, also wanted the reader to refer to the Prophet Joseph Smith as, "the one among you that doeth good." A close review of the gifts of the spirit in Moroni 10: 9-16, evidences of doing good in Moroni 10:25, will determine if Moroni intended them additionally to serve as a witness of the Prophet Joseph Smith. The language Moroni used to describe these gifts will be compared to writings by other Book of Mormon authors that testify of the latter day prophet. Then Moroni’s writings will be analyzed in order to find evidence why he would interweave a hidden testimony in his final words.
Avraham Gileadi explained regarding Book of Mormon study:

As we pursue the truth, ought we not try to determine all that the prophet-writer
intended and not limit ourselves to less? The prophet knew what he meant and he
imbedded the meaning in his writings. In characteristic fashion, moreover, he left
ample clues to discover his meaning by our "searching" the things he wrote.3

Landing on an aircraft carrier

Mom and I flew down to visit Kaisa, Matt, Katia and Arlyn this past weeked. It was wonderful spending time with two sweet grandaughters and Kaisa and Matt. We went in a "submarine," Arlyn was intrigued by the fish. Maybe she will be a deep sea explorer some day! Mom and I flew into Catalina Island Friday morning then I flew back to Santa Monica to pickup the Janzens around 4 to be back on the island by 5 when the airport shuts down. The airport on Catalina Island is interesting. It is the top of two mountains that were shaved off. It is called the airport in the sky. We went down ( I mean down to to California) at around 15,000 feet with oxygen. We were very lucky as we had tailwinds going down and tailwind coming back up. Took just under 4 hours in the 210 at 12,000 feet coming back. Since I had Mom on board we went via Red Bluff then direct to Salem. Direct from Santa Monica usually takes us right over the back of the cascades just east of Shasta and west of K falls. She spent her time knitting a birth day present for a birthday coming up. The skys were clear and weather was beautiful. We got home in time to see Derek off to Pizza hut. Mom said that next time we go to Catalina we will sail into the harbor. We shall see.

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