Andrew… My most sensitive child!

When Andrew was born he was so special to both his parents and as we got to know him better we could see that he could be a very great man if he so chose. There was a very significant light in his eyes that looked so much like his mothers eyes. Andrew was always mischievous like his father, but he is better than his father. Andrew was born exactly one day after our wedding anniversary, I wanted him to be born on our anniversary so I had Diana stand on the toilet and jump off it until he was born, but she wouldn’t do that. When Andrew was born we made a walk-in closet for his bedroom and he was only a baby for such a short period of time as Calixta was born 12 months later. Cathy always took care of him till he wanted no more of it.

As Andrew grew older, he got very mischievous and was extremely jealous of his brother and sisters. Andrew pushed Calixta down the stairs, while she was in a baby walker, as one of his first acts of tyranny. JK But he went on to do many things that were both very intelligent and almost as many as many things of villainy, because he is so smart.

While Andrew was a child in Parkwood, we would ride our bikes on the wooded trails around Parkwood and we would even ride out to the Research Triangle Park. We both loved to do this and as he grew a little older he would help me out whenever I had an insulin reaction. I remember once when Andrew was about four I started having an insulin reaction when Andrew was the only other person in the car and he helped me find the way home. Poor child and what a brave child Andrew was. It was about here or maybe even a little earlier when Andrew started disliking our Heavenly Father. Andrew thought that Heavenly Father had allowed me to have this horrible disease and he did not like it at all. Andrew thought it very unfair and he started not wanting anything to do with a God who would allow such suffering. Diana told Andrew that he had to go to church as long as he lived beneath our roof but could make his own choice once he left our house. Well he waited till he was out of our house before he stopped going to church.

Uncle Rod always said that Andrew would be a very rich man and if he were not so much like his dad he would already be a multi-millionaire. The problems are that he always wants to help other people and he has a total lack of respect for any authority. I will say that I have lately learned to appreciate some authority.

Much of this is my own assumptions and if Andrew disagrees with them then he can correct these assumptions.

Love Dad

Cathys Questions...

1. What is your occupation? Retired drug pusher.
2. What color is your underwear? Pink with purple pok-a-dots.
3. What are you listening to right now? Sweet silence.
4. What was the last thing you ate? Oatmeal.
5. Do you wish on stars? No, did once but that turned out very BAD!
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Black.
7. How is the weather right now? Haven’t looked outside yet.
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My sweetheart.
9. How old are you today? 55 years, feels like 110 years.
10. Favorite drink? Wal-Mart Water.
11. Favorite sport to watch? Football and college basketball (the NBA is rediculous).
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Once black while in high school footbal we all did it as a joke on our coach. Blonde went to Black or brunette, Black or Brunette went to Red and Red went to Blomde.
13. Do you wear contacts or glasses? I have worn both but now I only wear reading glasses.
14. Pets? None anymore.
15. Favorite month? August.
16. Favorite food? Dianas cooking except oysters.
17. What was the last movie you watched? Yours Mine and Ours.
18. Favorite day of the year? Fathers day.
19. What do you do to vent anger? Never get angry LOL.
20. Hugs or kisses? Both by anyone.
21. Cherry or blueberry? Blueberry.
22. Living arrangements? With my sweetheart in our apartment.
23. When was the last time you cried? I don’t remember, I cry more more now than I did .
24. What is on the floor of your closet? Nothing.
25. Who is/are the friends you have had the longest? My wife or sweetheart.
26. What did you do last night? Watched a movie and wrote a blog Post.
27. Favorite Smell? My wife.
28. What inspires you? My wife.
29. What are you afraid of? My wife.
30.Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Both together.
31. Favorite car? Saab.
32. Favorite dog breed? Huskie.
33. Number of keys on your key ring? 3.
34. How many years at your current job? 12 Longest ever.
35. What is your favorite smell? My wife. Least favorite smell would be a fried body.
36. How many states have you lived in? 10.
37. How many cities have you lived in/name them? Idaho Falls, ID, Blackfoot, ID, Victor, MT, Stevensville, MT, Othello, WA, Rexburg, ID, Seattle, WA, Provo, UT, San Antonio, TX, Laredo, TX, McAllen, TX, Houston, TX, Austin, TX, Woodville, TX, El Paso, Connell, WA, Moses Lake, WA, Spokane, WA, Durham, NC, Newtown, CT, Allendale, SC, Columbia, SC, Orlando, FL, Miami, FL, Harrisburg, PA,, Memphis, TN, Detroit, Michigan, Harrah. OK, Allen, TX, Vancouver, WA.
38. What was the last book you read? The Book of Mormon.

And then there was ?Alexander?

About a month after Andrew was born I was at the local hospital in Moses Lake and saw a sign talking about a support group of Diabetes and as I had never had any training about diabetes, I decided to go to this meeting. While at this meeting I saw a real need for what the hospital dietician had to say. I also saw many other people there who could definitely use what was could be offered if we were to start a local American Diabetes Association as the dietician wanted to do. I got very excited after we were given an the OK from the National Group to go ahead and start a local support group with the details we had supplied them from our first meeting. I worked very hard to get everything setup properly and made many suggestions as to what might be a more sensible ways of organizing the group. And to my complete astonishment they elected me as the first president of the silly group. And I certainly did not think I had time for that, but to my surprise I was still president eleven months later when we moved to Spokane and the group was growing most months. Never did get involved with another diabetes support group.

One day, when getting home from something to do with this support group I looked out the window and saw Diana coming across the road from a very large corn field whipping Alex all the way. I was totally shocked and couldn’t believe my eyes! Diana spanking one of her children would seem a bit out of the question; let alone whipping one of them, and we then had 5 children. So when she came into the house I asked her what was going on? So she explained that she had seen Alex go across the street into the corn field! She was afraid that we would never find him again. So Alex was only self concerned as he said once in Oklahoma ”do you ever wonder if life is all about you? I always think life is only for me.” And when he said that I remembered him going out in the corn field and watching Diana whipping him all the way home.

After Ciria What?

Ciria was a true joy to have in our family after we moved from Connell to Moses Lake and stopped driving so much to visit my parents. Cathy and Kristy also enjoyed life better also, away from grandmas house. They didn't like the mice in Moses Lake though. We still went to visit grandma and grandpa every so often, but not nearly as often as we would while we lived in an apartment in Connell.

I think I will tell one more story of life in Connell before we moved to Moses Lake. While Cathy was in kindergarten she studied dinosaurs, one day she went home and asked Diana if when she was little “did the dinosaurs bother you?”. This came from a five year old mind and so for all who still have children under ten, guess what strange things they might think up? And maybe even older than ten! There is no way of trying to figure out what children will think of.

So we moved from Connell when I got a job working for the city of Moses Lake and purchased our first house there in Moses Lake. I think the job I had in Moses Lake was the favorite job I ever worked at. The only thing it lacked was the ability of teaching others as I enjoyed as a consultant. If that job had paid me enough to live on I would still be working there. I guess we were just greedy in wanting more for our children to eat. I guess they could have breast fed for a longer period of time. Anyway we lived ther in Moses Lake for five years. During which time Alex was born and born again in my opinion. As Diana had a miscarriage before Alex was born and I am not sure if this is another child that we will raise during the millennium or if Alex was just mean enough to push the fourth little girl out of the way so he could have his chance to be born to Diana.

Then Diana told me that she was expecting again and I think tears came into my eyes but I was too big of a man for this to actually show, or I thought I was. But again Diana had a miscarriage and I was on my knees asking the Lord not to let this happen again, but He didn’t pay me any attention. You see I still didn’t know where babies came from. Well it was only a few months later when Andrew was born and again I don’t know whether we will be raising an eighth child in the millennium or if Andrew also pushed the next little girl out of the way so that he could be born after Alex but you know what I truly believe that they both pushed Calixta out of the way so they could be born first. As they both were very ornery to her while we were raising them!

Gotcha guys…

Just before Calixta was born, I was offered a job for $40,000.00 a year were at the City of Moses Lake I was only earning $10,000.00 a year. I knew that I really enjoyed my job there in Moses Lake so I went to my boss and asked him for a raise and he said he would have to ask the city manager. After which they both had to go to the city council and finally my boss came back to me and said they had been authorized to offer me $.25 an hour more for my services. I guess one can see why I gave up my favorite job.

One fine day…

It was a beautiful June Sunday when Diana and I went for a long walk in Othello and found that walking is good for a pregnant lady. She was so tired when we got back to grandma’s house Diana could barely raise a leg up the steps. And I, being a jerk, made fun of her and finally helped her get up the stairs so that she could say bye to everyone, as she has always tried to be very courteous to everyone she meets. This is a behavior that I have always admired but could not figure out how she did it, so would get angry with her. Anyway we went home and slept the night away. The next day I went to Richland to work once again or as always and around ten o’clock AM received a call from Diana saying that it was time and she would have to get to the hospital. I was totally confused, flabbergasted and just didn’t know what to do.

So I said that I would leave right away and Diana said that she didn’t think she could wait that long as we lived about 45 minutes from Richland unless I broke every speed law between home and work. Well that would take me even longer as I would probably have ended in jail for what I would say and do to anyone who would stop me. So Diana found her own way to Othello to the hospital as there was no hospital in Connell were we lived at the time.

I got to Othello as fast as I could and found that she had already delivered our third child without me, as Laredo Mercy hospital would not allow the expecting husband into the delivery room nor labor room. Different from today, isn’t it? And I was serving a mission when Cathy was born!

Well when dad saw Ciria he said to Diana “you burn everything don’t you?” and the fact that Diana burned things from time to time was stuck to her for life. Ciria was a very happy and bright baby until Diana got out of the hospital and ate her first hot sauce. We didn’t know that hot sauce would do that to a child. Poor Ciria had her brains fried and she became colicky from then on. Poor baby, I wanted to leave her on the side of the road, but Diana would not hear me and she even thought I was cruel. Who besides my siblings would think such a thing?

Let’s go back to Laredo twice

This story happened just before I had the accident and after Kristy was born. One day Diana and I were driving north on the I-35 frontage road, I think Texas has the best road system in the US, and as all couples do we were having an argument. I am sure the argument was about me going back to college, she wanted me to make something out of my life and I thought I would be fine as a dock worker or truck driver or whatever. I am so glad she is most always right.

As we were arguing I changed gears in the car and brought my hand up off the steering wheel more forcefully than I normally would, and in doing so I hit her in the jaw with the back of my hand. I swear it was totally on accident as I did not realize she was in that area at the time. I decided right then that I would never strike her again in any way unless we were playing. And to my recollection, I never have. I think it is very cruel for a man or wife to beat up on their spouse. I wish NOW that I had made the same decision about my children.

I had a few friends before marriage and decided that my wife was going to be my only friend from then on. I think the reason for this is that I was so insecure about myself as a result of my youth, even as a child I was always giving up to my uncle Steve. While we were in Othello a few weekends ago my aunt Renae was there and she told me about her and my sister taking a tea set from the house and being on top of a haystack while my uncle Steve were playing in the corral and seeing me fall from the cow and come up with a face full of cow pie. She also asked me if I remembered the gun that blew up; she heard it differently than I remember it happening though. Oh well it seemed to verify my memory at least.

Working with computers

Now we go on to my first job in computers in Pasco er actually in the city of Richland and for the city of Pasco. Now that’s a mouthful of words. But then you all must realize by now that I can’t be hushed up, kind of like Calixta when she starts talking. Actually like any of my girls except… no except… no except… I guess there are no exceptions.

When I started working for the city of Pasco I thought I was the best person my parents had ever known and I expected them to say so, and I waited and I waited and I waited. Nothing ever came of all my waiting. Well it seemed they were always saying how good my brother Anthony was doing but they never said anything to me. Needless to say, I was crushed. And I wondered what I was doing that was so wrong. I ad no idea then, but now that a couple of my children are grown and I want to keep those, who have yet to grow up, well supported. On the other hand I think that the ones who have grown up do not need my support nearly so much. So why did I have to grow up so quickly??? Or why were my parents afraid of me and my actions?

There were many times when I had figured out how to do something on or with the computer when my supervisor would say that can’t be done and I would say watch this and they would be completely amazed at what I had done. I remember one time while working in Richland the boss there had asked me to try and write and extension to the IBM operating system so the operator would not have t o watch as intently for every thing that he/she was asked to respond to. Kurt asked me to do this as he could not figure out how to keep me busy. I did it even though it would benefit the city of Richland as Pasco was only renting time from Richland and the cost was a fixed amount per month. Kurt didn’t think I would be able to do this assignment. I had to do a lot of after hours reading and calling friends from college to find the answers for specific things but I finally figured out how to do it and it totally shocked Kurt as he thought I was just wasting my time. Once I had written this software I remembered how to do it on the next job I had and it proved very useful in my very next job. This only worked on the IBM System 3 and this machine went to its grave about three years later as this was the very beginning of the computer chip race. You see the IBM System 3 was one of the older type computer where the boards were wrapped in a specific way to get it to work.

Well I won’t bore you any more with technical information that has been out of date for twenty-five years. So we will start on more interesting things about me and my life.

Let’s go back to Laredo once

I found out how ignorant I was concerning women when having a baby when each of my children was born. First of all was when Kristy was born. There are so many things it could be about, but I chose to write about the most embarrassing thing I could think of. As Diana got more and more pregnant she looked more and more like a watermelon being carried around on two toothpicks.

Well as the day of Kristy’s birth came along Diana and I went to bed she would almost always sigh and say that she wished the baby would get here soon. Between two and three AM I was sound asleep and all of a sudden I was all wet. And I thought I had quit wetting the bed when I was still a little tyke so I was confused as to why I was so wet now. Then I said to Diana that I thought she should still be able to go to the restroom instead of wetting the bed. Then she told me that she had just lost her water. This let know nothing so I said that she should still have used the restroom as I was so ignorant as to childbirth.

Then she explained to me what loosing ones water was all about in a pregnant woman. So we got ready to go to the hospital and I never drove so slowly in all my life. When we got to the hospital I left Diana there and went for some breakfast as she had asked me to tell the people at her work that she was in the hospital with a new baby.

This all happened before I broke my limbs, so I was able to drive without any problem. Kristy was born and Diana had gone back to work I would take care of Cathy and Kristy so we would go into Diana’s office to visit. One time we went in and Cathy was always taken off by the first co-worker of Diana’s we would see and I was left with Kristy in Diana’s office. I was wondering what Diana put in all her file drawers and found one drawer that was almost empty so I put Kristy in it in her baby seat. I watched down the hall while watching Kristy with the other eye, when I saw Diana coming down the hall I closed the drawer and waited and waited for Diana. Apparently she had been called into the office where Cathy was and she stopped to get Cathy then came down to see Kristy and I. when she got into her own office she wondered where Kristy was, it didn’t take long until Kristy started crying. I thought I was never going to hear the end of it.

Cooking and moving on from Laredo…

I always thought Diana was completely honest in all things, but I have to tell you all this extremely funny story about Diana. I know that before I got married, my mother and my grandmother Nield were the best cooks I had ever known; however, I now know Diana to be the best cook ever known to mankind. After I had gotten back to Texas from Washington Diana invited me over for a dinner. And when I got there she fed me a delicious meal. You see she was so nervous and wanted me to enjoy the meal so much, only she didn't tell me until Judy, Diana's sister, had asked me how I had enjoyed her cooking?

Now for todays story:

Interstate 35 running south goes through Oklahoma City then into Texas snd Gainesville, through Dallas, through Austin, through San Antonio and finally into Laredo with many smaller towns in between. The story though is the very first time I ever went to Laredo in the mission field I saw a sign before entering Laredo. The sign said “Freeway ends 1/4th mile” and entering Laredo and seeing some cardboard boxes setup as houses and thought the world had ended. As I got familiar with the people in Laredo I found it to be one of the greatest places on earth, after all Diana was found in Laredo. But after graduating from Laredo Junior College it was time to either look for a job or go to El Paso to continue my education at the University of Texas at El Paso (UTEP) the Miners. I didn’t stay but one semester as Diana was expecting.

We were waiting on Ciria and I knew what Ciria was going to be like and knew that she along with Cathy and Kristy would need a full time mother, so after visiting my parents in Othello for Christmas I stayed to search out a job in computers. And I searched very hard in Othello and in Moses Lake. As stated in the past my father was very well known as a good and fair man in both places and it was because of him that I was successful. For the first of many times I sent Diana to get us moved while I looked for a job I and found one, only feeding cows in a feed lot. NOT with computers, not even the scales were computerized. It took Diana’s wisdom to get me going in the right direction. About a week or two after they got to Othello I came home without a job as I had driven the truck I fed cows with into the back of a parked tractor. I DIDN’T total it though. Anyway Diana suggested I go to the unemployment office and search for a job working with computers. So I went to Othello and I went to Pasco, as we were then living in Connell WA, unemployment offices.

Well it wasn’t more than a week that I was called with a possible job with the City of Pasco setting up their automated computer system. At that time everything was done with a ledger card system that they couldn’t get new parts for it any longer, it was that old. I think I only interviewed for this and one other jobs while I was able to work, the rest were offered to me through others knowing me and of my work. I am very proud of this fact.

And on with Laredo

There is nothing in this life that would discourage a man more than to know that he is unfit to take care of his own family and this is the position that I found myself in when I was in casts and had been replaced by the sandal manufacturing company. So it was natural for me to go back to college. And I worked through the casts and eventually became an officer in the data processing club at Laredo Junior college. I do remember once when I was wakening one evening in the Laredo Mercy hospital and I didn't remember that I had no use of my leg so I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and fell to the floor. I really struggled getting back in bed and finally accomplished, only with the help of a nurse.

While there we planned a visit to the more sophisticated college in Monterrey, Mexico, and while visiting there we got to go through one of the major beer manufacturing companies. Diana was jealous of me for this opportunity to go more than a few miles inside Mexico. Also that I had gone to the Dos Equis (XX) beer plant as beer was one of her favorite drinks before she joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. While on this trip we stopped at a couple ranches where the people were very unsure of gringos who spoke a little Spanish. We stopped at a hotel where I had to climb three flights of very narrow stairs as I did not know how to ask for an elevator, even though I had been told that in the LTM, and could barely get out the stairs. When I got to my room I went to open the door and found that I couldn’t figure out how the key worked, and I didn’t want to go down to the front desk again. Finally when a friend, Angie, came out and knew how the key worked and she showed me. This whole experience made me decide to start studying the Spanish language even more on a daily basis.

Going back to Ricks Junior college, I remember the “Valhalla dancers” dancing club I had been involved in, where we would dance a good many styles of dances and where we went to Mexico to several cities to perform. And to learn the dances of the Mexican culture from some famous Spanish dancers who I don’t remember at all. Even if one were to tell me the names once again, I doubt if I could remember one of their names. Anyway we went to several cities, and this is not the exact order but we went to Mexico DF, Monterrey, Veracruz, Acapulco, Cancún and Cholula. While on this trip I had no idea that I would be going on a mission and Spanish was the least thing on my mind so I paid no attention to what was happening around me other than the lights.

Once again in Laredo, the thought of our trip to Monterrey was what reminded me of the trip to Mexico while at Ricks College. And I thought I remembered everything as if they happened earlier this morning. Well I do need more help as I get older, Diana can verify this small fact. Tomorrow I will remember better, Bye for now…

And Laredo Again

I guess you are all tired of this also.

Now that we know why I am bald and that I had to move on to a new job as we were not making enough money in buying curios (the flower pots, Iron railings and leather work that is made in Mexico), kind of like my parents huh. I was totally frustrated in that everything seemed to be going against me. Well, Diana has always had very good sense and kept the Lord in mind much more than I.

Diana had always wanted me to go back to college and while I was unable to work, we found social security would pay for me to go to college while I went back to college and as my patriarchal blessing had stated that I would find a career that I dearly loved to work at early in my life that I dearly loved to work at each day of my life and there was Diana whose father had continually encouraged her to get a college education. And when Diana’s sister, Linda, had graduated with a “BA” he was there to watch her get what, I believe he always wanted for himself. And this was about twenty years after Diana and I were married. At least I went back to college and found something I wanted dearly to work at. Funny thing is that I was on the Deans List every Quarter after starting college over again, I even got fairly decent grades in english classes. Now I don’t want anyone to think I believe the Lord would cause any harm to fall on one of His sons/daughters, but I have never been good at keeping His words of wisdom where diabetes is concerned and I do believe that we will have to pay the consequences of not following His commandments. Sometimes this thought causes me great distress. On with the story…

We had always liked to go to the lake and fish I even went while in the cast and on crutches. So we were out there and I wanted to get down off the pier and onto some rocks, but while trying to do this I slipped, fell and broke my nose once again at the same time I scrapped a layer of skin off my nose so that I looked like a goose fortunately Diana was there to help out once again.

Tomorrow there is more of Laredo before moving to El Paso…

Laredo Again

I have asked for help in how to write this damned thing once again. So if you don't like it then blame it on yourselves er I mean your own mother or Diana.

Well here we go to the Stake House 150 miles away from Laredo in Corpus Christi at a stake conference this was a long way to drive and we cold only afford to drive there about once a year. So we would only go on stake conference Sunday only once during the year unless we were fortunate enough to have someone richer invite us to go with them and we couldn’t seem to let them pay the whole way both ways. But anyway we would always save enough money so we could go by this one restaurant I had learned of while at a zone conference in the mission field. Laredo was about equi-distance from San Antonio, Corpus Christi and McAllen. San Antonio already had demaseado wards or too many wards and McAllen was only a branch so not large enough to handle a stake yet so we were in the Corpus Christi stake. Before we moved to El Paso though McAllen had been made into a stake in the same building.

One day, we decided I was not making enough money in purchasing curios for a small company whose owner was an uncle to the same foreman who fainted when I cut the end of my finger off a few years earlier. While working here I was given an old mail van to go into Mexico to buy the curios, this was probably the hardest I have ever had as the Spanish I knew was gospel Spanish and not daily Spanish used in speaking to sellers of curios. Back to the story, so I took a job as a cutter for a sandal making company but was still using the old mail truck to get back and fort to the plant. One day I was driving home for lunch when I had an insulin reaction and drove this van into the back of a parked dump truck. I must have been going pretty fast as it hit the rear wheels of the dump truck and knocked them loose. So I totaled two trucks or cars at once in this situation.

The funny part of this story is that Diana was going to meet me at home for lunch and saw the lights of the ambulance flashing and I wasn’t there at home yet so she went to see what was going on. Well she found me with a broken leg/knee, a broken arm, a seriously contused arm, a bleeding head and the ambulance attendants were trying to find a way to get me out or had just gotten me out ask Diana and she explained for the first of dozens of times tnhat I was diabetic. The first I remembered was when Diana told me that I looked like a cartoon character with one leg in a cast and hoisted up in the hospital bed, one in a cast and held up by a sling and the other arm totally wrapped in white and a bandage around my head. (I still say “that is why I am bald today”)

I am falling asleep so these stories will have to continue tomorrow.

Laredo has many memories

As we start today I want to warn you this is not a pretty story in the least and so one should close their eyes. I have always wondered how that was done. After we were married Diana and I were living in the apartment Diana had before we got hitched. I had never been a father before and I was trying to live as I had before, so I took out my contacts, these were hard contacts, and put them in the cases which I had to keep them in. I arose one day after Cathy did as she wasn’t even three as of yet and she was sleeping with us as Diana didn’t believe in cribs as that was where SIDs happened. Back to the story, Cathy had risen before I and had found my contacts and opened one side… and had dropped one side, the most important side, in the toilet. Well she came in to tell us and, as stated, I was not used to having my things, such important things, LOL, lost, destroyed or dropped in the toilet. So I yelled so loudly that it even woke up Diana and Cathy would never trust me again, for a long time any way. I went to the store and Cathy went with me shortly after that and I told her that I was going to put her in the dumpster, as a good father never would do. I apologize for this.

Anyway, on to the lighter side of life in Laredo, the river was a terrible place to go swimming so we went out to the local lake, which has a name but I cannot remember what it is, which had a playground cerca la laguna where we would go to play and swing Cathy on the swings and on the merry go round. To get out to the lake we would have to drive down Saunders street and then onto a smaller access road that would get on till we found the lake road. This Saunders street is what I was going to talk about. This road was always very crowded and hard to get around on even though it was a four lane road. Seems as if there was always someone with his/her car stuck half way into this Saunders and therefore it turned into a two lane road so Diana bought me a pickup and I insisted that we put a big log on the front of it with a big log that stuck out about three feet on either side so people would backup when they saw me coming, but Diana didn’t want me to get in trouble so I never did this. But every time I drove down Saunders I wanted to get that log.

I think I will go on to put this in the blog and quit for today.

02/26/2006 Fun

We had an empty nester couple over for Sunday lunch today for the first time in many years and really enjoyed ourselves today. I took some movie clips of Diana dancing around after they left. But could not figure out how to put them on the blog so if anyone can tell me how to do this I guess everyone can see. Otherwise each will have to wait till we come visit. By the way try looking at "Our House" in the links area! One more thing try reading the one about questions once more.

I have decided that everything I write, except when I am talking about memories, is just the ravings of a lunatic so do not pay any attention to my ravings. Please

I apologize for causing so many wonderings about what I have asked in previous posts. I guess if you understood it then don't worry about it.

Now we start married life

Diana and I talked about my confusion I was having writing the rest of my life story and I told her that all of this confusion was because I didn’t want to hurt anyone with what I had to say. She told me not to worry about it as I have hurt people before and it didn’t kill them plus it is my story so tell it the way I see it. Oh by the way I want you to know that I am more available than Diana to talk over the telephone as long as it isn't a long conversation! Now I feel that I can continue.

Once upon a time there was a couple who was married in May of 1973 just two months after my mission. His parents could not come because of the distance and her father would not come as he had been to one wedding of hers and that was enough. There were many people from the ward there such as Bishop Kearns and family, Colonel Baldwin and family, the Reynosa family who became the next bishop and who told Diana if I ever did anything wrong to come back and he would take care of her, the Duartes, the Ballards, a couple air force pilots and their wife’s (neither Diana nor I remember their names even though one couple left their Persian cats with us and never did tell us where to send them), the Castros whom Elder Larsgard and I lived with. Many of these people were shaking there heads at a missionary who had come back to marry within their ranks even though many of them had encouraged it throughout my stay in Laredo the second time. BTW I got tired of the cats who kept tearing up our furniture so we sold them to some strange person.

My sister (Sandra) came at the last minute and because Diana and I were in a hurry to get changed she was unable to give our present at the time they took it over to our house and sent their oldest boy to bring it up to us, chickens. After they had given us a present, funny thing but they felt they had to leave right away. What do you think were they being rude?

Well Diana and I got dressed and went across the river which I had never done since the beginning of my mission! Believe it or not. We went over and had some cabrito which I had to order as Diana was pretending that she did not understand his Spanish, I used to tell people that I was able to speak better Spanish than she but that has never been true. As we went into Mexico we found it a great deal of fun to have all the Mexicanos come by and talk to her aas if I didn’t understand and then I would start talking to her in Spanish. Those poor men were almost always totally embarrasado er embarrassed.

When we were first married we were as poor as church mice who were never left any pieces of bread so we did many things to try and stretch our dollar. The first I remember was when we had no money for the car inspection and she would put on this skimpy tee shirt, tie the ends together so the mechanics were to busy looking at her to pay any attention to what was wrong with the car. Can anyone even try to imagine her doing something like that? Another case where I should have paid more attention to my Patriarchal blessing. I should have been smart enough to explain to her that what she was doing was not appropriate as Diana had only been a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for two years or so I believe and she has learned so much since then it amazes me that I cannot keep up.

I think I have started with the balance of my life and it will be quite a bit longer than that which I have told as of yet as now Diana has a part in it.

Keary Nield's Life: Help needed...

Keary Nield's Life: Help needed...

OK! If no one is offering to help, and I don't mean any criticism, this is my decision concerning the rest of my life history: I guess that I will make this entire blog my life history (copied from the internet and pasted in Microsoft Word) - including some or all comments and minus MOST of the Links I have put out there and I would suggest that if I make any mistakes that you are not happy about during the rest of this life history that you leave a Link, as I have been doing, to correct me and I will fix it then delete that Link!
OK? Comments, if agreed or not agreed, please.

Apologies to my SWEETHEART!

I must apologize for my loose tongued approach to my talk of yesterday. With a blog one must always be cautious of what one might say to cause an employer to react if a blog search is done. I am going to return to yesterdays blog and remove that which I think may be damaging.

I think that one should be very concious of the fact that blog searches have become rather common place in the employment process and that with a blog your business is not just your business, but that of every person in the world who might read it. I would not have chosen to write my life history on a blog except that is the only way that I would have had the courage to complete it while on this earth.

Now it will take me quite more time to decide on how to present the balance of my tale as at present I have no idea how to proceed with this story of my life. You see now there are many others to dispute what I have to say and I realize that the facts are what I remember and not what someone else remembers. You see I want to make the remembrances as close as possible to the truth. So it may take a few days to get my memories correct.

Love Dad

Keary Nield's Life: Now we will discuss THE WEDDING…

Keary Nield's Life: Now we will discuss THE WEDDING…
This is a strange way of commenting. Tell you what, you leave comments and I will reply if so desired by meself or if asked a question by you in comment. Read this blog once again as I have made changes. Actually Sandra and Reid were there to our surprise. My parents had paid for me to go back to Texas and could not afford to go themselves. It is because I have always done everything so outlandishly that my Parents could not be there. Cathy I do not want any questions especially those which anyone might have to ask while writing a comment. Why did I write "except"?

Hi...

Just thought I would say HI to my grandchildren:
HI ZACHARY
HI TONIA
HI SUMMER
HI ZEKE
HI ADAN
HI BRECK
HI JOCELYN
HI ZOË
HI KARI-LYN
HI ALEX JR.
Just thought I would say HI to yawl and tell you what sweet things you bring as you are the fruit of the marriage between Diana (grandma) and myself (grandpa) just like our children your mommies or daddies are sweet as candy.

Now we will discuss THE WEDDING…

As was mentioned before, I found Diana to be stuck up and trying too hard or something that I wanted nothing to do with. Well, I changed my mind sometime during the nine months I was in Laredo this time. I believe that Diana was surely unimpressed with me also, but I was informed this past weekend that she was instructed by her bishop to keep me in mind as a future husband. If anyone knows Diana, they know that she will do what she is instructed to do by those in authority over her if possible.

During the time I was assigned in Laredo I was a district leader and I could not drive so my companions had to do all the driving, but also I received four or five companions during this period. Seems as if I was difficult to get along with doesn’t it? Well this is untrue as I was known as one of the easiest going Elders in the mission. Anyway my companions were also invited to all the meals and home evenings Diana and I were invited to. I guess I got so many companions as the Lord wanted Diana and I to get to know one another or something like that. Well, when I got home the first thing I did was to call and ask Diana if she would marry me. I had to do this in case someone else was to have the same idea. And I found later there was at least one other to do that.

When I got home my parents gave me the last car they had purchased to deliver newspapers with to help me on the mission as a welcome home present. After Diana had accepted I took the car, my parents had given me, and as I had title to it used it as collateral for a loan large enough to purchase a wedding ring with her birth stone on either side of the ring along with the diamond in the center, it originally had diamonds in all three locations. When I got back to Laredo I wanted to give her a paper ring as a joke but did not have the courage so I gave her the ring and took her straight to the chapel (just kidding) so she could not do the same as had happened to me before. I found that she would never have even thought of doing that sort of thing. When I married Diana, I married a real jewel one that is worth more than all the diamonds and rubies in this world.

When we finally did get married I found myself waiting on the edge of the church steps waiting and hoping that she had not changed her mind only to find out that she wanted her hair different than it currently was for over half an hour. This is something I see her doing quite often. It is either her hair or the outfit she is wearing. And when it is what she is wearing she has to change her clothes and then put her make-up on once again for some strange reason. Diana cannot makeup her mind for several hours each time and she continually comes and asks me how she looks, to which I always say “You look wonderful honey” and I mean it. Seldom do I have to say that she should change something or other. But she is never quite satisfied.

When Diana and I were married Cathy was just over two years old but thought she was thirty-two and Diana treated her as if she were. This made me so jealous that I treated Cathy as an enemy instead of one smart little girl, which she was. Actually this wasn’t the reason. The reason I was so jealous was that I felt Diana felt more affection toward Cathy than she did toward me. I could tell tons of stories about Cathy and none of them would put me in a very good light all because of my jealousy. I have since found that Cathy had nothing to do with the way Diana is but I have been very slow and dim witted in learning this.

Let’s try again!

We went Sat morning to visit with my parents. As we got there we found everyone except dad going to Moses Lake to share a birthday party with Kathy’s son Even er Evanwho is now four three years old. It was fun and we took our new camera with us to show all the people we met.

Anyway I will show a couple more.at least we decided that the camera we had spent so much money for was a piece of s_it compared to my Uncle Dean & Renae Jaques Kodak Sure-shot, Abby & Connie’s Olympus whatever and Jason and Alana’s Kodak. So when we got home yesterday we took our camera back and got a new one, a Canon PowerShot A 520, and I will let you see examples of each camera you will see a big difference and I am a very poor photographer at least as good or bad as Diana. All the scenery on the road was taken by me as I cannot drive. Most of the shots of people were taken by Diana and some by myself.
Abby (Diana)
And Connie n Abby






Diana w/new camera (she hates the double chin)
And Diana w/first camera (at least she has black hair)













And Jason n Olga
And





And Kathy n Evan




And the Columbia river 1

And Desert country

And Pasco's blue bridge






And Multnomah falls iced over

And Mount Hood in Distance












And Torrie
And Dad & Mom














And Ryan and Athena Ryan's wife and Katie and Mike Katie's Hubby Mike and Athena are Anthony's children.













And the ugly one.














And my aunt Renae and hubby or uncle Dean, he was not a member when they married and has since been a bishop.

And Grandpa Nield or my father Who is uglier he or I?














And Meghan Ramon (Torries yougest)
And ice on side of road I-84
And more ice further home







And Multnomah Falls completely iced over (strange to see the water frozen on the way down.)






And now some pictures from new camera:
Me perplexed

And Me thinking















And a familiar location 138th Avenue and 28th Street .



Have a good time looking then comment to me and tell me which camera is the best in your opinion.

Love Dad

Tomorrow it is on with my life if I can remember that far back???

Sample of Our new Camera

Diana kept trying until I didn't blink. About twenty times it was.











And below is Diana being comepletely exhausted. Don't know who took this photo. Really.
We got 1 gig of memory card and rechargable batteries both costing more than the camera did.

Help needed...

As I have already stated I am not good at writing a proper story with the appropriate commas and other punctuation. The help I am looking for would be someone to copy the blog and paste it into a word processor then go through each story and put in the proper wording and the proper punctuation so that this whole Life story might be compiled, bound and given to my progeny.

And NO I do NOT want to sell my life story or make it into a movie as has been suggested a few times. The reason I do not want to do this is that although you think it might be funny or whatever, when a person purchases anything it then becomes that persons property and he/she ca do whatever he/she wishes and I know a few things are stretching the truth it is my story and I want it as my story and not as someone elses ideas of what might make it better.

Also I know that I love my mother with the greatest love a person can have for their mother, and although I have portrayed her as someone who didn’t care I know that she has lived her life and maybe she has made some mistakes in my eyes, but every person has the right to live their life as they see fit. It might not be appropriate for some, but it is their life and they have the right to choose and no one should criticize except our Lord. I know that I have made my mistakes and no one has the right to decide whether I have repented except our Heavenly Father. And I do not want people I general either to read nor to see my incomplete life. Enough.

One more mission story from San Antonio were I was again a district leader and was getting new companions from the LTM every week or month or in between but never more than a month. My companion went to visit an old sister (hermana) and when we got there we could not get in to see her as there was a goat (chivo) that would not let is into the fence around her house no matter what we would do.

We finally just ran and jumped over her porch railing where we found her as happy as can be and wanting to feed us as we were too thin. When we left she called the goat into his pen so that we could leave in peace. When we were visiting the branch president we had thought the experience quite funny so I told him as best as I could in Spanish as he didn’t understand very much.

When I got to the part about the goat chasing us out of the fence I stumbled quite a bit as I had never talked about goats before, the gospel does not talk about goats so I did not know what one was called, but I did know that a baby goat was called a cabrito in the restaurants so quickly I changed the “ito” to “on” as is usually done when converting a small something into a large something. Anyway I said that there was a cabron (SOB) in this hermanas yard that wouldn’t lrt us pass. Well the branch president asked me who it was and I told him that it was an animal when he started to laugh and laugh then told me that the large cabrito was called a chivo and that the cabron was a not so nice man.

Well how was I to know but the branch president thought it so funny that he had to tell his counselors and thy told their wives and their wives told their friends and when we got to church that Sunday we were faced with the biggest harangue that one could get and then my companion told the mission president who told the assistants to the president and the word spread from there around the mission. I was from then on known as the SOB by the mission president on down to every new missionary that came into the mission. And it is wondered why I don’t go to the reunions.

Today my mission will be discussed.

In the beginning of my mission I had no idea what was supposed to be so great about a mission and I was just going through the motions and doing and sayings that I saw others doing. One of the many things I had learned at the LTM was the desire to learn more about the Spanish language, but even more about this fellow Jesus Christ who was our savior according to my parents and to my surprise according to everyone else around me now. So I would read both to learn the Spanish language and about my Savior. So I read the Book of Mormon both in English and in Spanish, which I found to be an easier language to understand in the end, to better understand this wonderful book that had the gospel of Jesus Christ spelled out so clearly in it. I read the Bible in both languages and I read the book "Jesus the Christ" in Spanish all of this to help learn both the Spanish language and the Gospel of Jesus Christ which I was now teaching and how could one teach without a knowledge of what one was teaching? I remember a lot about a lot of my companions but especially about my first two companions, Elder George Larsgard who was the best Elder I have ever known except the Apostles and, Elder Kenneth Turpin who was the most selfish and stubborn person I have ever known. The first week I was a missionary I was in a threesome with Elder Larsgard and Elder Brinkerhoff who was from Stevensville Montana, he didn’t remember me but I did remember him as he was one of the brothersf the little girl, who I had hit in the head with a rock. Well the first day we went out to tract the neighborhood I was all excited and couldn’t wait to get started. We went out as a threesome and the first few doors we went to either Elder Larsgard or Elder Brinkerhoff would talk which I was fine with, then we came up to a door and Elder Larsgard said “OK Elder Nield it is now your turn” to which I said M·my turn? I d·don’t know how to which he said you just go up there and speak in English if the person at the door speaks English then you cn speak in English and if the person at the door speaks Spanish then you speak in Spanish. Well I went to the door and knocked, waited and just as I was about to turn around, a young lady came to the door and said “Buenos Dias” so I turned back and in very good Spanish said “Hello, we are Elders with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, have you ever heard of this church?” and she said “mande mé” or what so I repeated myself and she said the same thing when Elder Larsgard said to me speak up Elder Nield. The whole point of this story is that I was so afraid that nothing was coming out of my mouth even though it was moving and I could hear myself just fine, a problem I often found myself in during the mission. Well, that being a mouthful, I remember that not being able to drive my companions and I spent a lot of time walking and riding bikes through neighborhoods that one could get very hurt or dead were in not for the Spirit of the Lord being with us. I remember walking through a neighborhood in San Antonio when someone picked up a rock and threw it at us and then hearing is friends telling him that if he could not throw better than that… well I knew the Spirit of the Lord was with us and I knew that the gangster would have hit us with the rock if he could have, I also remember riding bikes along one day in Laredo when this german Shepard came out chasing my companion and I felt a prompting to get behind that dog and try to save my companion who was deathly afraid of dogs and was wobbling all over, so I came up behind the dog and bumped it with my front wheel and it fell over dead and I ended up crashing over the dog while my companion, don’t remember his name, gave me a hard time about not being able to get along with dogs. The grandest thing about any mission though is being to teach people the Gospel of Jesus Christ and watch them start to understand then go all the way to being baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and then having the authority of giving this same person, same people, the gift of the Holy Ghost. When I went on the mission I didn’t know what I had caused to happen to myself; however, when I got home from my mission I could count the many blessings I had received from going on a mission for the Lord but today I can’t count that high. I remember that I had met my wife during these two years/ when I first met her I remember being told that she was the one all the Elders wanted to come back to marry and I said “She is just stuck and conceited, I wouldn’t waste my time” to which I later regretted saying more than once. Tomorrow we will go on to my marriage if you dare.

There comes a time to tell the truth…

And you thought I was telling the truth all along. Well, I have to tell you that, so far I have been telling the truth in almost every situation. Now it is up to you to figure out where. JK. Thought I would pull your legs. I hope that doesn’t embarrass you, if so I apologize.

Well I will start by telling the truth. After all the problems with my cars, the state put a, I can’t remember what it is called but I could not drive anymore. Wunc upon a time, Kiki, there was this beautiful little girl who was not so little and definitely not beautiful who went to the Moses Lake Institute and when I started going to the institute, I started on a suggestion of my bishop to associate with other people of my own age, I found her to be the most fun person there and we just kind of hit it off and I was shocked when I was told she was waiting on a missionary to get home. Oh well, we still had a lot of fun and she continued to write me even after Diana and I were married, to Diana’s complete understanding. LOL

Anyway in associating with these people who were return missionaries and girls waiting for a missionary, but no one for me that I wanted. Oh there were the girls who were no fun to talk to and the ones who couldn’t stop talking long enough to catch a breath and the ones who were so smart they intimidated me. All in all there were a lot of females in our institute class that would not even want anything to do with someone like me who had not been close to the Book of Mormon for a long time.

Understanding this, I decided to go on a mission even if I couldn’t drive anywhere. I submitted my papers and waited as I was not good at doing but had to do it just like everyone else. When the papers finally came, I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to go to the most awful place I could think of. How could anyone want to live in a dry, brown sandy place where most people didn’t even speak English. I had decided that I was going to hate it in the worst way. To start out with I was going to learn a new language as if I wasn’t already facing an F in my Russian studies. All of these things were going through my mind while preparing for a misson by buying suits and white shirts and good walking shoes, most definitely needed, and toiletries, which I wouldn’t need. And finally I went to be set apart as an Elder and as a missionary by President Baker, one of the greatest men I had yet met he told me that my father was a truly great man which I already knew, but didn’t think this Stake President would. Anyway he then told me the worst thing I had as yet heard about these missions, I could not have any associations with the opposite sex during the mission, and I was just starting to enjoy girls. How would I get out of this mission thing?

I found there to be no honorable way out and so I went to the Mission Home in Salt Lake City. In Salt Lake City I met and talked to an apostle of the Lord, Elder Spencer W. Kimball who later spoke to te group of Elders and told us that he was of the opinion that if someone wanted something from his car he didn’t want them to have to commit two crimes, breaking and entering as well as stealing, if they thought they wanted something of his, so he never locked his doors. He told many other things, but this has always stuck with me and I have never wanted to lock my doors either, probably laziness on my part. We were assigned companions, my companion was Elder Ricks who later baptized my wife, and spent two days among these wonderful and Holy people, the Apostles. Then those who did not get to learn a new language went out to start doing their missionary duties while the rest of us were sent to BYU in Provo to learn our languages. Most went to Provo on a bus, but I was called and asked to ride with Elder Gordon B. Hinkley and we talked about some important things I needed to keep in mind if I were to serve the Lord in an appropriate manner. He was the most energetic man I think I have ever known.

To start the Language Training Mission or LTM I was selected as a District Leader which meant that I had to take charge, fill out reports and try to think of great ideas that would help us to learn the Spanish language faster and easier, this was only my supposed to role as our teachers were much better at that than I could ever hope to be, but as always in a leadership position I had reports to be filled and certain responsibilities in dealing with members of the district. Well Elder Ricks and I were companions through the LTM and into our Mission Home in San Antonio Texas, there we were separated never to see one another again except for times in Zone meetings and sometimes in Stake conferences, we seldom talked.

This has gone on to long for today and I just want to say HAPPY BELATED CHRISTMAS, NEW YEARS, VALENTINES DAY and anything in between!

I Want to scream at all the memories.

When I was out of the hospital after being unconscious for three days and two more for recovery, I found that I had a permanent scar over my left ear that I have always kept covered with my thinning hair. Satisfied Alex? Oh, by the way every piece of glass in the car was shattered except the window my head rode on while sliding along the side of the road. Was rhis my guardian angel once again? Anyway after getting out of the hospital I found that I no longer had a car, which my father co-signed for, but I also no longer had a job as I had to be replaced.

So I started helping my parents make extra money as a newspaper deliverer out in the countryside with their secondhand car a Chevrolet Corvair and you thought I had said Corvette, well not the same by a long shot>. It was kind of like a Volkswagen bug ex cept it looked like someone had stepped on it and made it flat. It had the engine in the rear and trunk in front only the engine was water cooled.

While I was working at the beet dump I used to take this little car and drive it over the tare piles. After the farmer dumped their beets they would gto over a bouncing chain to knock the dirt off and then the driver would have to put the tare into the back of his truck have it weighed and the difference between the beginning weight and the tare weight was what he was paid by the sugar beet plant. And after he was weighed he would take the tare off to the side and dump it on the ground to the side of the weigh station area.

So there were hundreds of tare mounds and we, a friend and I, would buckle our seat belts in this Corvair and drive about forty mph in order to get the car to go up onto the tare piles about three feet high each and drive over as many as possible. It would shake us up better than going to the Carnivel.

This Corvair was perfect size to drive it straight out on some railroad tracks , let out about ¾ of the air and let it steer us to the ball games in Royal City Washington. I do not remember how I totaled this car but I do remember that after I had totaled it my parents went to Connell and bought another Corvair from a junk car dealer and dad Anthony and I fixed it up to run as it was such a dependable car to deliver papers with.
We are about 2 ½ years before the mission I served for the Lord. And then I got married and my children started coming with a vengeance.

An Email I got!

This was forwarded to me so I almost deleted it. Then I noticed it was from Roger so I opened it and thought I would share.

15 Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About

1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.
15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

A Minute: They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Take the time .. to live and love.

Oh, this story?

After flunking out of college as I stated before I didn’t have my heart set on college so I dropped out and started working at the sugar beet dumps. Where one could do many different things, the warmest was to weigh trucks in where there was a space heater. Trouble of it was that this old biddy would let me do it while she went pee-pee but would rush me out as soon as she got back, so I would go to the top of the sugar beet pile, which was about thirty to forty feet tall about the same in width and as long as we could make it, to smooth out the pile and make sure that it was an even pile. Sometimes I would get to empty trucks, the second easiest job out there, but the old woman’s husband would come back from the can and send me back up to the top.

One day I came down to watch the mechanic fix the machine and heard the old man tell the mechanic he should turn off the power. Then the mechanic said”what for, I know…”, I guess he was going to say I know what I am doing but was fried instead. I never wanted to come down off the top after that. It was a horrific smell

In the evenings after the last truck had come from the farmers fields we would have to spread great big blue tarps over the beets so they didn’t freeze. Then in the morning we would roll back the tarp so that we could continue making the pile longer and longer and longer and I could go on forever.

I was fortunately a neighbor of and in the same ward as the foreman, so when the fields had all been emptied I got to continue working while the rest of the crew was through for the year, I got to stay working helping the men from the sugar beet plant load the beets onto railroad cars. It was funny that I got to roll the tarp back all by myself while the man from the plant would sit in his front end loader and drink coffee and smoke waiting until he could start loading the beets onto these huge railroad cars. I remember one day Bill, the foreman, was helping me roll the tarp back so that we could get started earlier. I must have been late that day and Bill told me that he was quite upset with the union because they made it so the guy didn’t have to get out of his front end loader. I knew then that I wanted nothing to do with unions in the future.

Anyway, Bill tried to help me get ready to go on a mission but I had bought a shiny new car and didn’t want to give it up at this time. So I started hanging out with strange people who dragged me down to their level and I decided I would not go back to church at all in the future. Isn’t it strange all the ways satan has of tempting us not to follow after the Savior?

It wasn’t long after that when I had several bottles of beer in my trunk, had an insulin reaction while driving out to a party spot at Mar don Resort at the lakes when I drove off the road in my shiny new car while going in excess of 120 MPH. I went off the road ran for over 10 yards on the driver side, hit something to cause the car to flip end over end twice, the first time over a fence, and rolled completely three times and ended up on four flat tires with the roof on the passenger side crushed down to the top of the seats. Roy Hutchinson crawled from the floor on that side over me to get out of the car with a broken right arm and went to call for an ambulance for me then was on hand to stop the police from bouncing the trunk lid open while I was in the car.

I was unconscious for three days and on wakin had to answer questions in front of my parents for the police, and then for the press. As this was the most exciting to happen in Othello for weeks. Well I have been talking long enough for today.

And The Story goes on!:

After Cathy, Alex and Ciria I guess I will try.

Childhood Ambition: To become a cowboy. The Marlboro man preferably.
Fondest Memory: When I was married.
Retreat: Whenever I go to one of my children’s homes to play with my grandchildren.
Wildest Dream` To have my eyesight back.
Proudest Moment: When each of my children were born
Biggest Challenge: To control my diabetes so that I might not have any more problems.
Alarm Clock: Earlier in life, I didn’t need one. Now days, I don’t use one
Perfect Day: Earlier in life, when I figured out how to solve a problem – now days just being able to figure out which shoe goes on which foot, er I mean which leg goes on which side.
First Job: Well, I have had many first jobs. When I was a child there was the cows I had to milk for dad. When I was a youth there was turning sacks. When I started my career there was the city of Pasco. And finally there was contracting with General Eclectic. Oh there is a last first job of kissing the couch every day.
Indulgement: I do not know what indulgement is unless it should be indulgence. I have only one indulgement. Spending the day with my sweetheart is my indulgence.
Last Purchase: Not difficult. I only buy Wal-Mart water.
Favorite Movie: Any John Wayne movie. And I don’t know why but "Bullet" with Steve McQueen has always got my blood boiling.
Inspiration: no idea.
My Life: Is a mess.

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Now we go on to the rest of my life.

I believe I had just bought a new used car that I remember getting very cheaply. After I got it running I was over at a so called friend whose name was Curt and I don't remember the last who told me he wanted to race me for titles and I didn’t know what he meant, so he told me that he would put up the title of his car and I would have to put up the title to my car before we would race the cars would race to figure out who would keep title to both cars. And you think I would do that, no you are wrong. I had spent all the money I cold spare so I declined and never talked to him again except in passing.

I moved with my very few belongings in my new ’57 Chevy to a very old and cross lady by the name of Sister White in Rexburg, Idaho in order to go to school. Seems all I did was play mostly with some girls who seemed nicer than any girls I had known to date. As always I got D’s, a couple C’s with more F’s as any thing this time. So I flunked out of college, but I found a girl named Mary Lou that I proposed to. In order to propose I ended up selling the ’57 to buy a wedding ring. This hurt but not enough to stop me. Well I proposed just before the Thanksgiving holiday and she didn’t accept but told me she wanted to think about it over the holiday, then she asked me if she could take the whole ring set home to Montana with her to show her parents, so I let her. I bummed a ride home and when mom asked why I didn’t bring my car I told her that it wasn’t doing well enough for a trip of 800 miles.

After the holiday I went back to school and looked for Mary Lou but she had not gotten back to school yet so I had to wait until the twelfth of never as she had taken my ring home with her and had gone off to marry a local who I found when I finally called her parents to find out what had happened to Mary Lou and I have not said what her last name was and I have withheld it because of it being such an odd coincident that I was going to get married with a girl named Keller. And alex will understand the coincidence as he wanted to figure out if Amanda Keller in Harrah was the one for him before and during a mission. Sorry if this gets you in trouble Alex but she should understand that it was before you met your wife.
After my mission and had asked my sweetheart to marry me this same Mary Lou called my mother and cried on her shoulder about having to get a divorce and wanted to know if I still wanted to marry her. Can you believe the audacity of the crazy woman? I would have to first forgive her for what she had done to me and I had already met the one to share eternity with. But my mother decided I should marry this divorced woman rather than marry a "Mexican divorcee". How prejudiced!

The sun don’t shine on me!

And I know that it should be doesn’t instead of don’t so I don’t want to hear about it. My teachers used to tell me that if they could understand me they would be able to give me a better grade. My response has always been that the words are there so you should be able to understand me. Sometimes I try to do what they suggested, but I never understood them very well and I wasn’t going to ask for help cause that would be telling everyone that I was a dummy and I didn’t want to have everyone give me an even harder time as I walked through school.

There should be a law that I should be able to do as I please. When my father worked for the state representative I would imagine myself telling about these things but I was always to scared to death of him as he smoked this foul cigar and good people shouldn’t cause other people to faint in being good. So I just imagined it and never did anything about my thoughts. I wonder if my timid ness could cause me to be less of a person? No I would not be less for anything. And I didn’t want to tell anyone cause it would show them how dumb I was.

Well I guess I should have written it but again I was afraid. And didn’t think I would be accepted. Of course I wasn’t accepted anyway and really didn’t understand so I let it go, and in the end chose to talk to machines rather than to people.

Well I have never told this to anyone, not even my precious wife, before so you can laugh if you want but I now know what I should have done from the very beginning and maybe I could have had more friends like dad always did. A bit off the norm today, but I always have been scared to say these things so I would put on this macho look as if that were who I really was. I am going to let this alone now and I hope you will still keep reading in the future.
After Kristy commented I pulled this off the blog off the webb for a period of time and wondered for a period then was convinced by Diana to put it back where it was and I decided to put it back at the top.

During this whole process I had an insulin reaction and Diana had to rescue me. During which time I am sure she gave me enough food that my blood sugar will be extremely high when I test it in the morning. So I quess the sun Does shine me but not Diana. Which makes her very angry.

Another story from Victor

I thought I had told all the stories from Victor that I could remember , but seeing the picture of Mom holding Connie reminded me of my fondest memory. When I was at least as young as Connie appears in the picture of our family I was always going to Mom to sit in her lap and be rocked and cuddled by her. We would sit there in the winter by the potbellied stove to keep warm. And I was always so comforted by her holding me that I thought this was just about like heaven, which I didn’t remember - of course, but that was what I imagined for the present being so young.

Then Connie was born, I was no longer looked on as number one. Then Anthony was born and I think I was never looked at the same way again. It was probably the fact of me being so jealous. I hated all my brothers and sisters from then on as they had taken my mother away from me. And my mother was nothing like Diana taking time for each and everyone of her children, my mother started delegating thins to do to each of old enough to help (about two). My jealousy is showing again.

Here is a bunch of sissys

Isn't the Internet amazing? I would never have known that I culd get these pictures labeled and everything without even leaving my house or even asking for them, as I didn't know they even existed. They were emailed to me.

Left to right:

Sandra, my aunt Karen (mom's youngest sister), my cousin Marcia Barnes ( no one should get any designs on her as she is a married and crabby old lady these days ), and Keary Lyn Nield (same goes for me). BTW: Guess what Marcia's middle name is - if you guessed Lyn you were right on.

The early Nield Family

Top to bottom Left to right:

Mom, Dad, Connie, Sandra and Keary.

This picture is at the left side of our house. You are looking at the Grohfs' barn in Victor, Montana. Just to our right about 1/2 mile is grandma and grandpa Nield’s house.

I remember climbing up in the old Oak tree there as we had a fort built up there and a swing rope from one of the branches about half way up, which was about ten feet above where the fort was and we had to climb at least six to eight feet to get to the fort. No one or I would like to say that no one ever worried much about as long as no one was crying, but they were always out side calling for us, so we would be real quiet until mom or grandma or both went back in to finish what ever they were doing. Then they would come out and find us and if we were not doing good things I would have to go find a switch. And as you can see, there are a lot of switches around I just had to choose a large enough one. This is from a five year olds eyes.

And we are off in a ?new car?

One more story of working in the potato plant during the summers of my teen years. This did not happen to me but it did happen to my parents so I claim part as I was at the plant so I can tell the story to the best of my ability.

Once upon a time, I mean one day my mother left her position to go up to the restroom. As she entered the restroo and went into a stall she saw a n ewborn in the toilet. She hurriedly picked the little girl up and cradled it against her body until someone else went into the restroom. Then she sent the other lady to fetch my father. When he got there he took out his pocket knife and cut the cord so they could wrap the baby up in some potato sacks. The beginning is for Kiki, but my parents have the newspaper report. Apparently this girl who worked there at the plant was extremely big in the first place, but she was very quiet and no one knew her except for her parents and they didn’t see that she was expecting. Well this girl was only fourteen and obviously this was her first and she was just scared to death as her father was the father to the baby.

The father disappeared and the mother was angry with the girl for making him flee. So the state came in and took the baby girl and the mother of the baby was put in jail for doing something so stupid. In the end Newell Anderson paid for an attorney for the mother of the baby so that she was able to get out of jail and go back to school. I feel so sorry for her and yet I have no idea what ever happened to her after the trial and she was released with no possibility of contacting the baby in the future.

Now we are off to the experience of changing cars after my purple one was cremated. I needed to have a car for my self esteem and so that I could get away from all of my brothers and sisters once in awhile. Anyway I had to save money for college as I knew that I wasn’t going to get a scholarship as none of my grades had been very reasonable most had been C’s or D’s with at least one F. I planned on going to Ricks college and I knew that I would need a car to go from Rexburg to Lincoln where my grandparents or my mothers parents lived. As I looked around for a good used car which I never did find. I did find an old light blue and white ’57 Chevy BelAir that didn’t have an engine. So I bought it for "?" I do not remember the purchase price but it wasn’t very much.

When I went looking for an engine my father suggested I take the engine from the ’55 and put it in the ’57. To which I reminded him that I had released that car to the crook. Dad told me that he could get the engine at a very reasonable price to which I agreed and we went to talk to the “crook” and I found him to be very nice to deal with when dad introduced us, many people knew dad to be a very good and fair man. The “crook” told me that if he’d known I was my father’s son that he wouldn't have charged me the $5.00. Then he gave me a very reasonable price, just the cost of the parts he had bought, for the old straight 6 cylinder engine, which he had taken and replaced everything that had been burnt and replaced the carburetor and distributor and most important it ran very well. Now how much would I pay him to put it in the ’57 Chevy? As he was a friend to dad, dad had helped him do something which they told me but I now forget; he would do it for free.

I have always wished I could be like my father instead of just like my mother in behavior with others. I am just like him in my thoughts on comedy.

We’ll see you tomorrow…