Hummmm. I think someone pilfered some pictures. I wanted to put in both Grant and Jewel’s senior projects. Jewel made a huge diorama of a particular Civil war battle and after we gave it to the neighbor boys. (Too big to take inside - they kept it on top of a low storage shed with a tarp over it and got up there to play with it.) Grant made a ski bike which he and Mike intended to market until they had to abandon them on Mt. Hood (later retrieved by Eldon, Ken and Mike). Well, it was more that ski resorts were leery due to insurance issues (why they ended up on Mt. Hood). The first version when Grant was a senior he milled the parts in the BYU shop under Mike’s tutelage. I’m sure Grant has pictures, and Mike, and then there’s the cool sepia video on Jared and Ruth’s facebook!
These two pictures are Jewel and Grant on the coast, the last trip there pre their marriages. Coming home, since it was a Sunday (I had work on Monday), Grant insisted we’d not be stopping for anything but gas, and we drove the whole way eating carrots and cheese and crackers provided by Brenda.
Going to an overnight work function was the first time I found out for sure that Jewel loved me. She didn’t feel too secure that she was, so she was careful not to show it. I stayed at home with her until she started first grade. I was asked to go to a state training that was in Ogden. She didn’t let on that she cared at all, but that morning as I was in the bathroom getting ready, she came in and hugged my legs. She was probably second grade by then. I patted her and hugged her back and she shook just a bit with a choked back sob. It made me very happy, not that she was unhappy, but that she “let her love show.” I’m glad she has a little girl now, and that Raygen has a big brother to love her as well, just like Jewel had Grant. But in case we’ve memorialized him too highly, don’t forget, boys will be boys (which Jewel can well remember if she thinks back J - being yarn-tied to a chair for example).
And speaking of memorializing, I must pay tribute to both for the place religion has in their lives. They’ve taken different paths, of course, but the fond memories are there. When Jewel was a Beehive the bishop cooked up this special trip for the YM/YW to take if they completed the Book of Mormon by a specific date. Grant’s reading of it was ongoing and he had no interest at all in being rewarded for it and refused to “report.” Jewel was struggling and acting like she didn’t care. Her Beehive leader loaned her a tape and it made all the difference, combining the hearing with the reading. She finished the first and second tapes and then came complaining to me because the leader couldn’t find the third one. It took me awhile, dense that I was (clear back then!), for it to dawn on me, hey, she’s obviously wanting, committed and able to do this, so buy the set! Grant was a good example to all of us the whole of his growing up years and his willingness to follow the plan of happiness served him and others well. When he got home from his mission his first calling was teaching teenagers. Parents would tell me that Grant was repeatedly the subject of their Sunday dinner table discussion. He was effective in getting them to “think” and want to talk about it more. Several moms were hoping he’d become interested in their daughters! Interestingly, Jewel was adamantly opposed to any possibility except Mary or Ruth. He’ll make a great college professor.
These pictures are at the airport, Grant off to Chicago, then on to Brazil. You don’t see too many missionaries in brown suits, which is exactly why he picked it.
Jewel and I had a very uncharitable-like reaction to his leaving and weren’t interested in inviting anyone. Since then, family can’t go to the airport either! (Post 9-11.) At any rate, a couple of them were far enough out of the immediate circle of family and friends to never get the “message,” and when Jewel saw Ray walking towards us down the long concourse, shook her finger at him and loudly exclaimed, “You! Go home!” Pretty funny thinking back, but at the time, pretty much dead serious. After we recovered from our forced sharing, Ray was taking pictures for us, and in one, he kept putting the camera down, we in the picture not knowing why until he said he wasn’t going to take it until Jewel smiled. It was hard for the family while Grant was gone, as basically our glue was gone, but he got along without us just fine, which was as it should be. When he reported on his mission, he said, “The happiest times I ever had was when we had the most people to teach, when we were running from house to house, when I didn’t even have time to open the letters from home.” [Moroni 7:45: Charity seeketh not her own.]
Well, that takes us up to the end of the FHE picture tour. Thanks for joining me! Will have to think of something else now… after I recover from being swamped with work. “FHE” has been and will be just another blur for some time to come…. And actually, in spite of being exhausted, I know exactly what it’ll be!