Monthly Archives: November 2012

Malaria Pills in my Pocket

Yesterday I got my Malaria pills from Costco. We’ll start taking them next week before we leave for Mali on Friday. Mal-aria= Bad Air. They once thought the bad air in low swamp lands caused this sickness. In 1880 Charles … Continue reading

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“As long as there are words, nobody need ever die”

Yesterday I received an email containing a priceless gift: a short life story of my great great grandmother, Mary Ann Pain Holt, who was born in 1840. I knew Mary Ann’s name and I had found a picture of her … Continue reading

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A Malian Genealogy– “the generations of the village”

In January 2011, when John and I were in Mali, West Africa, we spent a day in the village of Sena. To get there, we traveled 2 hours into the bush on dry washboard roads that rattled every bone in … Continue reading

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Goodbye, Donatello

Today in my Memoir class, Ann Cannon was our guest speaker. She’s written for the Deseret News and the Salt Lake Tribune for the last 25 years and I always enjoy her Erma Bombeck-ish writing style. Our assignment for class … Continue reading

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Now the Grinch steals Thanksgiving

Today they call Cyber Monday, which is like Black Friday for online shoppers. The shopping craze has infiltrated every part of our Thanksgiving week and family time. This morning Aaron sent me an email asking permission to buy Another iPhone … Continue reading

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Connections

One of our Thanksgiving guests this year was Silvia Ghosh, a delightful woman from Switzerland who John knew when he was on his mission there. She was taught and baptized by Elders living in the same apartment. She is now … Continue reading

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To never look away (to notice)

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. … Continue reading

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