Miracles and Angels

 Last Wednesday night when George was driving home from a soccer game, I was watching TV while folding laundry when I got this alert on my phone.  

I wasn't exactly sure what to do.

Should I call 911 to try and get information?

Decided against that and tried a couple of times to call George.

When he didn't answer, I tried googling the crash site to see if anything would come up.

Popped right up with this headline -

Fatal Crash on Linden in Caldwell

I got kind of panicky until I looked at the date and noted that this accident was a few months ago. Whew!

I used google earth to figure out the direction he had been coming from and that the stop sign at that intersection was for a cross road. At least the wreck most likely not going to be his fault.

By this time, I was pretty nervous but mercifully he called.

He was in an ambulance being taken to a hospital in Nampa but he was alert and not in a lot of pain.

Such a blessing!

I drove out to the hospital to find that they had already done an MRI and were in the middle of taking x-rays. He had on a neck brace but was conversational and coherent.

I let our children know what was going on.

Johnny, Monica and Isabella came out to the hospital so that John could report to his siblings.

The doctor reported that there were no internal injuries, no broken bones and a probably mild concussion.

And he warned George that he would most likely be super sore for a few days.

That has been true but today, one week later, he seems to be more comfortable and he plans to ref two games on Saturday.

Unfortunately his beautiful Jaguar didn't fare as well.

I asked George at the hospital if it had been totaled and he thought so but said that I would see it tomorrow so that I could make my own judgement.

What do you think?  I don't think one would need to be an expert to  say

TOTALED!

Never before had George had a car that strangers in parking lots would comment.

"That is a beautiful car."

George will miss it.

On a happier note - as we were driving out to the tow truck yard, I mentioned that he might like to keep the Jaguar figure that was on the front of the car.  Unfortunately it was not still on the car or any place around the car that we could see.

Just to see what we might find, we stopped at the crash site and looked around.  Amazingly George found it!  It was in some tall grass on the opposite side of the road from where the car had stopped.

That did make him happy.

The other involved vehicle was a pick up truck.  The driver had run a stop sign while talking on his cell phone.  Another miracle was that George hit him rather than the pickup truck broadsiding George's car.  That might have had a more serious outcome.

Thankful for airbags, seat belts, and sturdy cars.  Notice that the passenger area hardly looks damaged at all.

And I'm thankful for angels and miracles.

Little Pumpkin

 Jackson carved his own pumpkin this year and did a fine job.

That was exciting.

However the biggest excitement for the Reynolds family this year was the addition of a new little pumpkin.

After adopting Jackson, Mary and Mark have had 2 foster babies that were returned to their families - one to his birth mother and the other to her grandmother.  Heartbreaking for them and for us too.

In May they were asked to foster again and took home another little newborn from the hospital.

I admire them so much after the other two disappointments.

Their desire to add to their family trumps their fear of another broken heart.

On the 30th the judge terminated the mother's rights and since the father's rights were already terminated, it appears that Mary and Mark are the 'presumptive' adoptive parents.

So we have a new grandchild.

Until the adoption is final we can't show that cute little face on line but trust me it is a baby and not a puppy!

We are thrilled to pieces and anxious to meet this new family member.  

Halloween

 Jackson has not been the biggest Halloween fan in the past but this year all that changed and he really got into it. Kindergarten has given him a lot of confidence.  He went to five different Halloween events. From the Ward Trunk or Treat to a party at the Children's Home Society, a Community Center 'candy drop', a neighborhood event (which included a visit to the local fire station) as well as his school's fall festival. In the years past he has refused to wear his costume.  Not this year!  I think he is now converted to the fun of the Halloween! 

He was a scary skeleton!

And got a big haul of candy!

Isabella has always been a

 Halloween fan.

This year she was Sarah Sanderson from Hocus Pocus.

I really need to watch that movie someday.

Enough candy to keep her happy!

This may have been from the Ward Trunk or Treat

Every year John, Monica and Isabella go down to Harrison Boulevard in Boise where there are elaborate Halloween decoration displays.

It's one of their traditions.

"There's something strange in your neighborhood.  Who ya gonna call?"

Ghostbusters!! 

Our 'pre-teen' Isabella was not as enthusiastic this year. 

Growing up brings changes to long held traditions!

Arizona Trip

Once a year we get together with George's siblings and spouses to make plans for the Walt and Orpha Lewis Foundation.  When George's Dad died, he left some money to be donated to charity so starting a Foundation seemed a wise thing to do.  Over the years the family has been very generous to several organizations, including my favorite, Kenya Keys. The IRS requires a yearly meeting of the Foundation so it's a great chance to get together.  Those meetings have taken us Provo, to Boise, and to Zion National Park several times.  During Covid, we did Zoom meetings.  This year the meeting was planned for Sedona, Arizona.  

It had been quite a few years since we had been to Phoenix.  Karen moved from downtown Phoenix to John and Katherine's neighborhood and we really wanted to see her new house.  Plus we wanted to see our niece Jennifer who is now a Instagram 'influencer'.  We chat back and forth on IG and I was anxious to spend time with her and her partner Mendell. Also hoped to see nephews David (and his family) and Brent.  And it is always a pleasure to be around John and Katherine and Richard and Tammy so it was an easy decision to fly down a few days early.

Karen took us on an LDS Temples of the area tour.   

First the Phoenix Temple

Then the Mesa Temple

Karen and George's 2nd great grandfather, Charles Crisman is a founder of Mesa.

In 1988 a bronze statue was dedicated to commemorate the Arizona Pioneers.

From the keynote speech given by Gordon B Hinckley:

"Enough praise cannot be said for those four men who stood here and began the work that led to the establishment of this community.

 I suppose that none of us today can really appreciate the labors of those who came here 110 years ago. This was the mesa, the high tableland above the river, shunned by early pioneers. It was dry and parched. The soil looked promising, but water was the key to survival. How to get it to the land was a problem.

President Hinckley felt it was inspiration that led those who came here in 1878 to turn to the long-deteriorated canal system of the Hohokam Indians.

After nine months of backbreaking toil through summer’s blistering heat, this small band of eighty-three men, women, and children carved out a twelve-mile canal to bring river water to the parched soil of the mesa"

As President Hinckley looked over the spacious park and the Arizona Temple across the street, he said he was “almost overwhelmed” by the history of the pioneers and the “length of their vision.”

Great-great Grandpa Crismon is the one with the gun, the one on the right.

To understand and reconnect with our stories, the stories of our ancestors, is to build our identities. 

Frank Delaney

I love being a part of the Lewis family.

Having dinner with our niece Jennifer and Mendell was such a treat.

Jennifer has been having some health problems and also went through a divorce recently so it was a joy to see her so happy.

Mendell is just a great man. 

Originally from Oklahoma, he has a slight southern accent that, naturally, endears him to me. He is very outgoing and has a wonderful sense of humor.  And icing on the cake, he has ties to a travel group that takes groups to Kenya to get to know the culture. 

His name for George - 'Big Homie G'.  LOL!

Of course the thing that I love most about him is that he obviously loves Jennifer and takes such good care of her. 

Our days in Phoenix flew by until Thursday when we headed to Sedona.  I had never been there before and it did not disappoint. Those red rocks are just stunning.

I adore my beautiful sister-in-laws.

Two days and two great hikes.

The photo bomber is the foundation lawyer - Joe Morton.  He and his wife Heidi fit into the family dynamics and we enjoy spending time with them. 

The 2nd day we tackled a more difficult hike to Devil's Bridge.

Steep stairs at times

And a climb with 'sort of stairs'.  I didn't take this photo.  It was from the internet. 

George and I were rather proud of ourselves for completing this hike.  I was slow on the steep 'non-stair' climbs but I made it to the top.  And it is amazing!

George wasn't happy being on the top so we didn't get a photo up there. I estimate that it would have taken 45 minutes to work my way through the line to get out on the bridge. There was a long line waiting. Every few minutes a group  would walk out to take photos.  Some were quick and some did multiple poses....a few poses that terrified us. 

Since no one else was interested in waiting for the photo op, I decided not to wait either.  Maybe next time?!?!?!

But we did get this one from below!

Sedona is spectacular!

Spending time with family was spectacular too!

Delicious food and lots of conversation!

I loved every minute.

After arriving back in Phoenix we were able to enjoy a visit with one of George's friends from his mission in Texas more than 50 years ago.  Terry Eschenroder was never George's companion but they did live in the same apartment with their respective companions.  Terry and his wife Robyn lived in our ward in west Boise before we moved to Spain.

After Karen moved to Gilbert, Terry happened to be her Bishop.

Small world!  Unfortunately he was recently released as bishop because he was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  He is having chemo and radiation but was able to visit with us.

Lots of prayers for him and his family.

Yeah for family and friends, good food, good times and our beautiful world!

Birthday For the Grans!

 In August our Jackson celebrated his 6th birthday.  Sorry we weren't there to enjoy his 'Dinosaur' birthday party at their community center.  This construction vehicle loving, monster truck crazy, dinosaur fan is full of energy and fun.  I am glad he is ours.

And Miss Isabella turned 9 and promptly informed me that she is now a 'preteen'.  When I questioned her about this, she said, "Ask Alexa" so I did and turns out according to Alexa, a 'preteen' is someone between the ages of 9 and 12.  So yes our little girl is now officially a PRETEEN!

We took her out to Krispy Kreme for doughnuts and gifts and enjoyed her bubbly cheerful, fun personality,

Sure glad that I am Grandma to these two cuties!

104 Years Ago Today

 September 10th 1920 - My mother, Bessie Jane Boyle was born.  At her funeral her minister expressed it this way, 'She bounced into the world.'  He went on to say, "her years spanned such incredible eras in our nation's history, most that radically affected her culture here where she was born and reared and later where she came back home to live.  Somewhere along the way she resolved to live out her changing times with energy and optimism. Maybe it was born of her years as a navy wife, living in Boston or Brooklyn or Providence, Rhode Island or her time living in Sicily.  Or maybe it was something just born in her to engage her life actively one day at a time.  However she came to that way of living, it served her well throughout all her days.  Moreover, it stands as a model for our own way of doing whatever it is that gives us fulfillment in life."

I know she loved being a mother.  Moma and Daddy were married almost five years before I was born and they were thrilled to be parents.  She was 33 when I was born but it was 25 years later when I think she found her greatest joy. That's when Mary was born and she became a Grandma for the first time. 

Nothing gave her more fulfillment than these 4 children! 

Holding Mary for the 1st time

And here she is in 1980 holding newborn Matt.

And when we added Jonathan in 1984

Then in 1987 with all four of her darling grandchildren.

For her there was never a more true statement than

"Happiness is being a Grandparent"

Monica's Milanesa

 Our daughter-in-law, Monica, is a fabulous cook.  We discovered that soon after they moved to the US when she made delicious gnocchi, hand shaped pasta made from potatoes.  Now she has started her own small business making and selling Argentine food.  

Milanesa are well seasoned, breaded chicken cutlets.  They are pounded thin, lightly breaded and cooked quickly.  Monica bakes her own bread and makes a milanesa sandwich.  

For dessert she makes a very typical cookie called alfajores.  Here is a perfect description I found of them.  'Irresistible Argentinian Alfajores are a soft, sweet and crumbly shortbread sandwich cookie filled with dulce de leche', which is caramelized milk.  It tastes a bit like caramel.

So fun to see Monica using her cooking skills while John hones his small business talents to promote and expand their reach.

During the summer they have been successfully selling once a month at their apartment clubhouse.

I am proud of them.