Hopefully We Are Back

Don't you love all these passwords and sign-ins. I created this blog with Roxanne's help when I was in Logan. John (Elder Worthington) did the first posts. With Roxannes help I have reset the password. Hopefully you will see more posts in the future.

Father and his Mom.

Me and my cousin; the two first missionaries of the Grandchildren.

Dad and I infront of the Logan, Utah Temple with rain.

Great Grandparents old house.

Dad and his brother being dorky.

Assume the position

Uncle Mark and I.

Grandma Kenna and I.

Old Meridian High School.

Dad was a warrior, and now he is an Aggie.

The old seminary building.

Dad's incident on the wagon happened here.

The old house on Velma Street.

Pre-MTC trip, pt. 3

Mark needed a little help.

James had to pinch his nose, speak with a high voice, scratch his armpits, and keep his arms against his sides everytime he spoke. He also had an Irish and pirate accent.

Dad's Meridian Mid-high...now converted to a Christian School.

The old Speedway where Dad used to play football.

Old Meridian High School. Yep, it is still there.

Pre-MTC trip, pt. 2

Curses, my all-time favorite game now! Not to mention, but Uncle Mark had to keep his hands on top of his hands the whole game, a.k.a. about three hours!

Part of the crew of the table.
The other part of the crew.


Dad had to be a velocaraptor type person: look at his arms and mouth.

Heather had to keep her hands at all times on this card, so she decided to eat through the plate to get to her brownie.

Pre-MTC trip, pt. 1

This is me on my way to Reagan National Airport.

I am on my way to Denver International Airport, and I thought it was pretty cool to see the beautiful white clouds.


Welcome to Frontier's home, the Denver International Airport!
I was amazed at how wide this bridge was! It was big enough for our airplane to go through.

Grandma Kenna and I after a session at the Boise, Idaho Temple.