Time Experience Thoughts

Passion -- Cade’s blessing Focus -- Christmas 2010 Honor -- Sean’s, Kyle’s birthday (Soldiers and Scouts) ~ T hink, T ough(ness) -- Ryan’s birthday 2011 H abits, you can do H ard Things -- Ryan's baptism 2011 E xcellence -- Start of school, Sept 2011 A ttitude -- Kansas/Thanksgiving, Nov 2011 N umbers -- Kansas S kills – Kansas W ork, W ork Hard, or Hard W ork -- Christmas 2011 E . . . R . . . I . . . S . . . L . . . O . . . V . . . E  . . . (I've got a couple hundred more...)

Lola Lenore (Bull) Allen, 1928–2011 Wednesday, December 28, 2011 at Union City, CA Opening "The things of God are of deep import; and time, and experience, and careful and ponderous and solemn thoughts can only find them out." (Joseph Smith) Lola Lenore Allen – Grandma Lee to most of us – has experienced over time the joyous heights of what life here on earth can offer; also, she has suffered (patiently) the painful depths of some of life’s most difficult trials. The nature of her experience -- and especially her response -- has seared into her very soul the most important of life’s key lessons. Of all women who bore their suffering well, Grandma Lee stands out as one of life’s preeminent, exemplar queens. Thanks On behalf of her daughter (my wife Becky), her sons Fred and Craig, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and her entire family on this and the other side of the veil – and especially Lenore’s lone surviving sibling, her sister Jolinda Resa -- I expres...

Lola Lenore Allen, September 17, 1928 - December 26, 2011 Graveside Service/Funeral for Lola Lenore Allen, Friday 3:30 p.m. Hello all, We will conclude the funeral for Becky’s mother, Lola Lenore Allen, with a Graveside Service today, Friday, December 30, 2011. The service begins at 3:30 p.m. this afternoon at Rose Hills. See address below. Rose Hills Memorial Park (Cemetery) 3888 Workman Mill Road Whittier, Calif. 90601 Thank you for all your messages of love, Scott P.S. We held her funeral on Wednesday, December 28, 2011 in Union City, CA.

Over the last two years we have fallen in love with one of the sweetest Christmas carols, The Little Drummer Boy. Last year in California we sang it with our grandsons who, in turn, sweetly sang it for my mom keeping the beat on bongos from the recreation room. This year in Kansas we all sang it again just after Thanksgiving for Scott’s mom, and her sister convalescing at home. We were asked to make a presentation at this year’s ward Christmas party. We chose to focus on this song. Last week we enjoyed a sweet spirit as two little children sang about the little drummer’s gift to the Savior. Scott added three beautiful overhead slides helping everyone visualize the scene. Interpreting the song (see below), Scott suggested we can think of ourselves as the little drummer boy. So, what is our drum? What gift of ourselves might we give this babe who grew to become the Redeemer of all mankind? It is in and through our continual gifts to Him that we, through His grace, become more like ...

See three new power words f or the boys below -- for discusssion during our week together in Kansas visiting Grandma Dot for Thanksgiving. (New words in blue.) ~ Passion Focus Honor ~ T hink, T ough H abits E xcellence A ttitude N umbers S kills W . . . E . . . R . . . I . . . S . . . L . . . O . . . V . . . E . . . . . .  

Found it! I was looking for a photo of Terry Tenove -- he was number 11, and was our quarterback and defensive back. Today being 11-11-11, I thought of him. Especially a photo of him jumping high into the air to intercept a pass (as a defensive back). I can see the number 11 on his back. Well, I never found his photo, however, I did (finally) locate this drawing of a motorcycle I did in the late 60s. It is the third in a series of three motorcyles I drew when I was a mid-teenager. On this one I actually wrote the Arlo Guthrie verse, "I don't want a pickle, just wanna ride on my motorcycle ." (Page is partially riped.)   I don't want a pickle   Just want to ride on my motorsickle   And I don't want a tickle   'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle   And I don't want to die   Just want to ride on my motorcy... (See the first two motorcyles here: http://scottvanatter.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-pickle.html )

More items found in a box in the garage today. We lived in Irvine in the 80s. Every Fourth of July there was a parade. This photo of Carrie (in a local weekly newspaper) was taken on a very hot 4th of July. You can sorta see her red face. Sydney would probably have been in a stroller this year.