Friday, July 19, 2013
Testimony -Book of Remembrance
I decided to bear my testimony on the Gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, on the Savior of the world, on my Heavenly Father, His plan, His mercy, His love, His glory. My first semester at Brigham Young University-Idaho taught me things I couldn't imagine of learning. I understand who Jesus Christ in a brighter light now! I know now that Heavenly Father is so much more glorious than I could comprehend. I believe in the atonement of Jesus Christ because it has saved me and continues to do so. I now the bible is true and the Book of Mormon completes the messages more fully, so that we can know of a surety what we need to do, why we are here and where we will go. I love God and Jesus Christ. They love me. They love me so infinitely. I know this because Jesus Christ and My Heavenly Father have carried my through the hardest of times, and when I have betrayed God, he forgives me. I ask myself why sometimes, but in my heart I know it is because he sees me for a lot more than how I see myself. I am one of his masterpieces. My hair may not be perfect and I still get red bumps on my face, but he does not look at me the way the world does. He turns to my heart, and there is where my beauty is determind. He has a plan for me. He sent my brother to die for me, to take the pains of my sins so that I am able to cast them at his feet. I say these things from my heart, in the name of Jesus Christ, my Savior, amen.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Book of Remembrance- Personal History
July 17, 2013
1 to 6 years old
I don’t
remember a whole lot from these years in my life, but I do have a few memories.
I remember the house that we lived on, and how beautiful I thought it was. At
that time in my life, I remember Alissa and Tyler the most when I was growing
up. Alissa and I shared a room with bunk beds and built in shelves in the wall.
When you first walk into the house, the living room is the first thing you see
on the left. On the right was the hallway to where the three bedrooms were. If
you walk past the living room towards the back of the house, you would see the
kitchen and the sliding glass door to the back yard. We had an underground trampoline
and a slide on the right side of the back yard. Towards the left of the yard we
had a big grassy area. Near the brick walls is where mom would plant her
flowers, grape vines, sweet peas, carrots, apricots, lemon trees and just
anything pretty.
Mom built a big garden of flowers, fruits and
vegetables in the front and back yard. I loved being outside with her when she
would garden. I loved catching butterflies, lady bugs, rollie pollies, but most
of all I loved to catch caterpillars.
Almost every caterpillar I would catch I named Flick (because of a bugs
life). Mom used to have a journal that she would keep of me as a child and she
wrote about a particular time that I caught a caterpillar, named it Flick and
made a comfortable home in a plastic bag for my little friend. I had zipped that bag closed tight right
before bed. When I woke up the next morning, my sweet little friend, so warm
and friendly just hours before, was now stiff,white, dull and just as dead as a
caterpillar can get. My heart was broken and I cried and cried and cried. I was
either in kindergarten or preschool, but that day I just couldn’t handle it. I
just could not go. Mom let me stay home from school and drove me to the pet
store. She let me look at all the animals in the store to try and make me feel
a little better. It had been a very hard day.
I loved animals and nature. Mom says that she
would look out the window and see me in the back yard, with all my clothes
lying in on the ground, and see me just rolling in the mud naked. She said that
I would feel the dirt and close my eyes, and just be so happy. Nature and I had
a strong relationship, which is probably why I looked forward to my camping
trips with Dad. It was normally just Dad and the kids and I had the time of my
life swimming in the lake, trying to catch ducks, learning how to fish, eating
red licorice and beef jerky, roasting marshmallows, hotdogs, catching lizards
and frogs, sleeping under billions of stars, and playing with my brothers and
sisters. There was a camping trip that I remember in particular with the
cousins. Brookie and I were learning how to fish and I had gotten mud all over
my pink and white sneakers. I set them close to the fire so that they could
dry. They were so melted that I couldn’t wear them much of anywhere afterwards.
Every child has their weird
quarks about them, and boy did I have some. I used to wear swimming suits under
all my clothes, all year round. I wore them to church under my dresses, to bed,
to my friends houses, and I even wore them when it would snow. I also used to
write my letters backwards. For instance, the E in Eryn would look like a
three. My N’s would also be backwards. I remember this because I remember
practicing writing my name one day. Grandma Anderson had a big pomegranate tree
in her back yard and we would pick tons of them when they were ready to eat.
Mom was making jam or jelly out of pomegranate’s in the kitchen that day and I
propped myself right on the floor with paper and crayons in front of me. I
remember having a bowl of pomegranate seeds for me to munch on, and practicing
writing my name with my red stained fingers while mom was busy in the kitchen.
I
always loved animals. I loved my dog, Coco, and I thought that she was the best
dog anyone could ever have. This beautiful chocolate Labrador was given to my
Dad as a gift before I was born. She never harmed anyone (except a girl that
came over to my house to play one time who used to be mean to Coco). I used to
sit on her back and have her walk me around the house. I remember trapping her
in laundry baskets and pretending that she had a turtle shell. Coco had about
three litters of puppies, and as a little kid it was the most exciting thing in
the whole world. I remember sneaking into the shed to play with the brown
miniature dogs.
One
day when I returned home from school, my mom greeted us kids at the door. She
told us that they had to get rid of Coco and had done that very thing this
morning when we were gone. I was so upset. Talk about heart break. I remember
running in my room and tears just pouring out of my six year old eyes. I didn’t
want to speak to Mom or Dad because I was so hurt. For years I would complain
to them and get after them for doing that to us. Looking back now, I can see
that it was hard on Mom and Dad to see me so upset. Mom doesn’t like to talk
about it, because it either broke her heart that Coco was gone, or it broke her
heart to see me so torn up about it.
7 to 12 years old
I loved going
to school and always looked forward to the first day of every grade. Well I was in the third grade and attending
Cozine Elementary school. My teacher was a lady in our ward who would home school
Tyler and Alissa when they were in middle school. The third grade was
interesting to me because It was the year we moved, the year I had my first
crush, and the year I met my friend Sara.
Tyler had a friend
that he liked to ride bikes with. They were both into motorcycles and building
jumps. This boy (I don’t even know his name) lived down the street from us. He
was in my grade and sometimes we would have art or music class together. I
don’t remember why I liked him, or if I even knew what it meant to like a boy,
but one day we were sitting in our art class and all of us were in a circle.
There was an Asian girl who was very skinny and would wear gold bracelets every
day. The boy that I had a crush on, liked this girl and I remember feeling a
little bit jealous of that girl. I wanted that boy to like me so bad, so I came
up with a plan. I decided to try and be like the Asian girl and squint my eyes
anytime I would see him. There was one day in particular that I remember
standing in line for the restroom against the wall. We had our fingers to our
lips, meaning that we all needed to be silent. Well his class was walking past
us, so I got my eyes ready, and starred him down until I couldn’t see him
anymore. After that he would avoid me and always look at me funny. I would even
bring Tyler’’s dirt bike book outside when they were playing and pretend that I
was reading it right in front of him. I thought that outta impress him for
sure.
Well that boy was
out of my life when one day Mom came into my room and sat down on the bed and
she told me that she was pregnant! I was out of this world excited. I remember
looking at houses with mom and packing up our old one. I walked out of the
house the day we were leaving, with a box of stuff in my tiny arms, when an
orange and black butterfly landed on my bare skin and just stood there for a
while. I thought it was so cool! We rented a house not too far from our home on
Quinton Avenue. I think we were only in this house for about a year when Mom
and Dad found one that they wanted to buy. We packed our stuff up again and
moved into 6116 Sandstone Mesa Drive, still in Las Vegas, Nevada. I loved this
house because it was so much bigger than our other one, and we had stairs to
play on. We started out with green carpet throughout the house, and in some
rooms we had speckled blue carpet. The house wasn’t very pretty yet, but the
backyard was! We had so many plants and big trees and a giant vine growing
under the balcony and up on the side of the house. The Tadds helped us move in
and the first night we stayed there I didn’t have a bed set up yet. Amanda and
I put a tiny T.V. in the living room and slept on the ground that night. Amanda
and I used to have tons of fun together. Her family would take me boating with
them almost every summer and we would have sleep overs all the time. We used to practice piano, play with her dog
Ace, color, eat, chase the bunnies in the backyard and just be silly. She was
my best friend.
Once
I moved, Amanda and I didn’t play with each other very often anymore, but I met
a girl named Sara Isley who lived right across the street from my house. She
had long light brown hair, freckles and pretty greenish blue eyes. Her family
ate fast food all the time and I loved eating over there. They would always
take us out to eat to eat at Denys a lot. Sara and I were always there for each
other when we were heartbroken, confused or just bored. I remember the day that
Sister Isley had to put their dog, Samson, to sleep. Sara was so angry and sad
and we just sat in her room and cried. I hated seeing her so sad and it lasted
for a long time.
13 to 19 years old
Dad
drove me to my first day of junior high at Lied Middle School. I was a little
bit nervous as he walked me into the school. “Do you know where all your
classes are?” He asked me before leaving to go to work. When I told him I knew
where I was going, we hugged and he told me he loved me and left. This was so much more different the
elementary school. Middle school was a confusing time for kids my age and
nobody really knows that they are lost and confused, but they are.
I
remember the school used to sell Smoothie King smoothies every Tuesday (?) for
three dollars. If we got enough people to buy a smoothie, the vice principle
would dance on the tables for us, so my friends and I became pretty good at
advertising. It was the best when we got to see him hop on the table and dance
like crazy!
I
always looked up to my sister, but especially at this time in my life. I wanted
to be just like her. I wore her clothes, tried to hang out with her and since
she had short hair, I wanted to chop my long beautiful, blonde hair off to look
just like her cute shoulder length hairstyle. Well, Alissa was in hair school
at the time, so she cut it for me. She cut about ten our twelve inches off and
when I looked In the mirror, I cried. I ended up trying to grow my hair out for
forever!
I
made a lot of new friends in middle school and I hung out mainly with people in
our ward. Danielle Dinino was one of my closest friends. I loved going over to
her house and going swimming or eating Cathy’s delicious dinners with them.
Tara Howlette was another great friend of mine. We all used to sleep in Tara’s
RV in her front yard and eat French bread with a Jones Sodas. Tara and I
started doing ballet together in the eighth grade. I loved doing dance! We went
every Thursday together and we were the oldest girls in our class. After dance
class we used to walk over to Villa Pizza and grab some of the butterscotch and
cinnamon candies they had out for grabs sitting on the counter.
I
met Allecia Olave in middle school as well. She was a couple years older than
me and started to befriend me at church. Her and I would write long notes to
each other about the most random things. I’m so glad I met Allecia because she
is my ultimate best friend. I’ve never had a friend care for me as much as she
has. I loved going over to her house and spending the night. We used to watch
movies and eat tator tots with ketchup. When we had sleep overs we would talk
and talk for forever. We would cry and laugh all the time. I fell in love with
her family and spent a lot of time at her house.
Jarom
(Allecia’s older brother) and Celeste were getting married and the Olaves asked
me to watch over the kids. I went to their house as they were getting ready to
leave and I met Allecia’s friend named Chelsea, who was going to the wedding
with them. After the wedding I started to hang out with them more and more. We
would all three have sleep overs together all the of the time. The two of them
became my very best friends and are in most of
my memories from then on.
Well
Chelsea met my brother in high school and those two started to date, so I saw
Chelsea at my house a ton, which I loved. Once I started high school my brother
was graduated and getting ready to serve a two year mission for the Church of
Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Allecia and Chelsea were seniors and I was a
freshman. Chelsea would pick me up for early morning seminary at about 5:50am
every day before school. We always rocked out in her purple truck in the
parking lot at Shadow Ridge High School, where we all went to school.
We
used to play guitar hero and make bean and cheese burritos almost every weekend
at my house. Preston Simper, Tyler, Chelsea, Jake Dinino, and Allecia would
come over all of the time. I loved hanging out with Tyler and his friends! Well
once they graduated I started to hang out with friends my age more often. My
junior year in high school was when I started to hang out with Quinn Skouson a
lot. Quinn and I grew up in the same ward and he supposedly had a crush on me.
He told me that when I would go over to his house for piano lessons from his
older sister, Mikayla, he would just sit there and watch me play. My young
womens leader, Sister Eliason told me that he said he wanted to marry me. Well
as I spent more time with Quinn I started to like him a little more. Him and I
would spend a lot of time together and I loved talking to him. When we became
friends I was going through a hard time in my life. Quinn never knew that I was
having a hard time, but he made things a lot better for me.
Senior year snuck
up on me and little did I know that it would be the best year of all. I went to
homecoming with Wade Wilson that year and I even played powder puff football.
It was the year that I turned eighteen years old and got voted ‘most likely to
become a Disney princess’. I was having a blast! I got out of school at 10am
every day. I was living the life. I think it was sometime in November when my
friend Brandon Fisher had been texting me again. Him and I met freshman year.
We had a lot of the same friends and had a P.E. class together freshman year.
I was out front
one day, gardening and listening to Kina Grannis on my ipod. Brandon was
texting me and then told me that he had a crush on me. This sort of came as a
surprise to me because I was completely oblivious to all of the times he tried
to dance with me at the church dances, or when he would try and talk to me on
facebook or text me all througout high school. The Sadie Hawkins dance was
coming up and I had decided to ask him. It was 80’s themed and I made him wear
a mullet and giant glasses. That day was so much fun! We went to crystal palace
and rollerbladed and then we went to the dance and then ate in my backyard around
a fire with our group. Then we topped the night with a movie and root beer floats
at Jessica McCinnes house. We started spending more time together and going out
on dates almost every weekend. I was falling hard for this boy and he didn’t even
know it. We went to Senior prom together and then we had stopped dating afterwards
because he was getting ready to serve a two year mission in Tampa, Florida.
After
school ended I got my dream job. I was workng at Gilcrease Orchard doing
elementary school field trip tours, being a cashier and bottling apple cidar. I
was in love with this job! I started working their in September or August until
it closed down for the year in November. The best time was when It was
halloween and I would help the kids pick their pumpkins, eat apple cidar
doughnuts and go on hay rides with them. The little kids used to come up to me
with their handouts and have me autograph them. Little girls used to run up to
me and tell me I look like a princess and then run away. I absolutely loved
working with the kids! I also continued to work at FlipnOut as an assistant
manager. I loved this job because of the people. I have so many memories working
here!
Well
I worked until December and then headed off to BYU-Idaho to attend school. I
had no idea who my roommates were, and they’ve ended up becoming some of my
greatest friends! Tara Spears, Mikayla Holliday, Brooklyn Wease, and Jenifer
Higareda have packed my college life with so many memories and laughter. We
used to stay up until four or five in the morning, just talking or dancing or
eating or doing homework, you name it. One day, Brooklyn and I stayed up all
night on a Saturday just talking and
drawing faces on our roommates eggs. I
remember when I was craving mashed potatoes and Mikayla voluntarily made them
for me a two in the morning. College life is so much fun!
Book of Remembrance (Bringhurst Family)
He
was born on December 27th, 1918 in Salt Lake County, Utah and was
the fifth child out of seven to be born to Florence Elizabeth Smith and John
Tripp Bringhurst. Grandpa attended Granite High School and graduated in 1937
and then completed two years at Utah State College afterward. He served a two
year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in the
Spanish-American mission from November of 1939 and returned in May of 1942. A
few weeks after he returned from the mission he married his high school sweetheart,
Pearl Davidson, in the Salt lake City Temple.
Grandma
Pearl was born January 6th, 1919
and Died April 9th 2013 . Just like Royce, she was also born
in Salt Lake City. They both lived in
extraordinary times in the history of the world. Both were born during the
devastating flu epidemic of 1918 to 1919 and the Great Depression. Pearl and Royce,
both graduated from the same high school and were married at the outbreak of
World War II. Great Grandma Pearl also received an education, and earned a bachelor’s
degree from UC Davis at the age of fifty-seven. Pearl raised six children,
moving and supporting her husband while he served in the United States Air
Force during the war. He flew sixty-five combat missions in B-25 bombers over
Italy, France and Germany as a radioman, bombardier, photographer and
navigator.
“I
remember worrying that dad would start having nightmares again because he was
watching war coverage.” -Marla
After serving in the war, Royce
decided to continue in furthering his education. After a six year absents from
college, he received a bachelors in agronomy in Utah State University in 1947.
“By 1950, he had completed master’s and
doctorate degrees in agronomy and genetics from the University of Wisconsin. He
took a faculty position at UCLA in 1950 as an avocado geneticist, and
subsequently moved to UC Davis (California) in 1953 to become a strawberry
geneticist.”
My
Great Grandpa ended up developing about thirty different strawberry varieties
which produces more than seventy-five percent of the nations strawberries. This
is why their house was covered in strawberry décor while I was visiting and
since I found that out, I have always thought my grandpa is the coolest. Every
time I take a bite of a delicious red strawberry I can’t help but think of him,
and talk about him to those around me. Even though I haven’t gotten to know grandpa
very well on Earth, this fact makes me feel a little closer to him since I love
plants and want to work with them someday.
Royce
didn’t start out with strawberries, and came a long way until he had much
success. He had an avocado orchard.
“Dad
used to bring crates of avocados home. I
hated them. Mother used to make avocado
tacos--we could get tortillas in Los Angeles.
I'm not sure what happened, but one day I decided I loved avocados, and
have done so ever since. Of course the
crates of avocados disappeared when we moved to Davis.” –Marla (Daughter)
“Dad's
avocado orchard was nearby. When I was working at UCLA medical center his
orchard was the parking lot (double decker) that I parked in. There were still about 4 avocado trees left
on the edge of it. I will never forget the day mom made avocado
ice cream. I think she only did that one
time and froze it in the ice cube trays.
It is really amazing that we all love avocados…” –Marla
Royce and Pearl had my grandmother,
Jean, first. Florence, Marla, Ann, John and Margaret came afterwards.
“
I remember my birthday was not all about me for the first time in 6 years
because everyone was coming to see mom and the baby. When mom was pregnant with John, I promised
God that if he would give us a boy, I would make sure that Ann was not treated
as badly as I was when she was born. Mom
had had at least 2 miscarriages between me and Ann and I remember going with
her and dad to the Dr. many times when we lived in LA. I always waited outside in the waiting
room. It seemed to me that I spent lots
of time waiting.” (Marla)
“We
lived in badger village. The living room
and kitchen was mom and dad's bedroom.
The house had one bedroom and the bed took up the whole room. We girls
were in there with a small dresser.”
They
had an ice box where the ice man would come by and deliver ice and put it in
the top of the box. It would melt into a tray on the bottom of the ice box and
had to be emptied regularly. When the ice man would come the kids would climb
on his truck and get ice chips to suck on. He delivered the ice with large
forceps. Milk was also delivered in glass bottles and cardboard caps and sat in
a metal box by their front door. When the weather was cold, the milk would
freeze and rise above the tops of the bottles, making it look as though it had
a large neck sticking out of the top of the bottle with a cap on its head. They
would leave the empty bottles outside in order for them to get refilled. The
house also had a stove where a coal man would come once a week and send coal
down the coal shoot, because that was how the house was heated.
The
Wisconsin’s game would ring throughout the house followed by the kids singing.
If
you want to be a badger
Just
come along with me.
Opera and the Wisconsin’s game was something
that would play in the house every Saturday.
“We listened football games and opera on Saturday, but we
also listened to baseball games. I think
dad always liked to have some kind of mental diversion (he also loved the
music). I still do not really enjoy an
entire opera but I do love parts and have been to many when I lived in LA and
San Francisco. I think it was just
always on so loud that it bothered me.”
“An
eclectic array of listening materials.” –Florence
Royce
and Pearl were extremely poor, but the kids hadn’t a clue. Royce was pretty
good about finding things to bring home for the family from the university that
they could eat.
“Remember
the live turkey he brought home that laid an egg for us? I don’t actually
remember eating that turkey because we named it and we thought it was a pet. One
Sunday we had nothing for super but bread and water - literally. Dad assured us
that he had eaten it all the time growing up which was probably true. He and mom were both quite thin in those
years.”
There were times in their little family where sicknesses would
enter into the lives of their kids. Florence had scarlet fever and her Dad
wasn’t allowed to come home for a little while.
“Dad would buy
groceries and leave them on the doorstep.
Mom would come out and pick them up after he left. I had a sore throat for forever. I would lay in bed and watch the neighborhood
children play.” –Jean
“I had polio when I was
three and I remember Dad lining us up and holding his hand up for us to kick
it. I am sure this is one reason I never
had problems with my legs, which seem to have been the only part of me
affected. He also had us touch our toes
to the floor. I got so I could put my
palms flat on the floor…I brought home mumps and it went through Jean and Marla
as well. Dad joked about fat cheeks. ” –
Florence
“As we each came down
with the mumps, mom and dad would diagnose it by giving us something sour to
eat like a dill pickle to see if it hurt our glands. It hurt!” -Marla
The house at 530 E Street in Davis, California was ‘The
scene of some important events’. They had a yard and an orange tree in the
backyard. “We ate and orange a day every day they were available. I remember
them as being mostly sour, as I think we ate them from the time they first
turned orange. Dad brought home field crates of cherries, apricots, peaches and
pears, which Mother canned (and we girls helped).”
Mom made great pie crust.
Do you remember when we would come away from potluck dinners at the
church and Dad would tell us "They forgot to take the paper plate off that
one" about the pie he had eaten.
“Remember the chicken
barbecues we had in Cecils' grove by Putah Creek? We caught tadpoles in the creek and ate the
best chicken--at least as I remember it.
That was such a nice place. We visited the Cecils one New Years Day, and
Jean, Marla and I got to ride on the horse--bareback. We were holding on to each other, and I guess
Jean had the horse's mane. We were fine
until the horse turned around and headed for the barn at a trot. Marla and I fell off. Marla was knocked out completely, and Jean
and I went screaming for Mom and Dad. I
never told them about the huge bruise I had on my right side. I may have broken or cracked a rib or two.”
(Marla)
“When we moved to Davis it was one of the hottest days in
the summer - well over 100. Our
furniture did not arrive the day we did so we stayed (at least some of us) at
the Brown's around the corner (I was so enamored of Dolly Brown's name that I
remembered them well and visited her a few years ago with mom in Davis at that
same house). The Browns remained good
friends of mom and dad the rest of their lives I think because they were so
kind to us then. The first place we stayed was in the apartment on 10th
street? That place was tiny and I do not
have good memories of it. We were only
there a few months and then moved to the Stebbins home on Miller Drive. That was a great house for us to play in but
scared me so much at night. We did not
stay there a year because the Stebbins came home early from their sabbatical
leave (they were getting a divorce). I
found out about that when I was an adult.
I just knew we suddenly had to find a new place to live in a hurry and
somehow mom and dad knew the Styles and we rented their house on E street. I have pictures of all the houses we lived in
in Davis that Jean and I took ones while she was visiting about 10 years ago.”
(Marla)
That house had caught on fire three times. One of them
was a Sunday and Pearl had been canning jam or jelly, using paraffin wax to
seal the jars. The girls loved to sneak pieces of the wax to chew, because
chewing gum was forbidden at the Bringhurst home. Royce was dead set against
it, and Pearl used to tell the kids that Aunt June “went bad” because she was a
gum chewer. Royce stayed home from
church that day and a piece of wax that had been left on the stove caught on
fire. He beat it out with a rolled up newspaper and threw the paper into the
garbage can under the sink. Later on that day, he smelled smoke and the
cupboard under the sink was set in flames. He managed to put that fire out, but
had he gone to church with the rest of the family they would have had to kiss
the house 530 E Street goodbye.
The second fire happened when Royce was out of town.
Pearl ran to her kids and said, “ Kids get out, the house is on fire.” They
trooped to the front lawn and watched the fire trucks arrive. It was caused by
the ivy around and over the chimney, and was minor. The neighbors brought
blankets to keep the family warm as they waited outside for the firemen to put
it out.
The third fire was the worst of them all. The family had
been moving the last load to 738 Mullberry Lane. Florence looked back and saw a
small circle. Jean and Florence shouted to their Dad in panic, “The house is on
fire!”.
“He ran to the phone, dialed 0, and said, “There’s a fire
at 530 E Street!”
It had taken a while for the fire trucks to find them
because Royce forget to mention that it was in Davis, so he ended up putting
the fire out with a hose. It was the same day the John got his finger cut
off. Ann had slammed the door of the new
bedroom in the new house on him to keep him from her toys. Next thing you know,
Royce and Pearl were rushing John to the doctor to get his finger sewn back on.
Ann didn’t really want to damage John, but she had the misfortune about a year
later of shutting the front door on his leg and breaking it.
These are just a few of their memories and adventures,
mainly in Davis, California. Marla, Florence and Jean are the ones helping
Great Grandpa Bringhurst come alive to me. Grandpa has a love for plants and
gardening and so does my Mom. I remember growing up gardening with her, and my
love for plants developed because of those times. That is something I think we
get from Great Grandpa, and I love it!
Sunday, March 3, 2013
The Paper Kites-Bloom
Today I heard a song and as its soft acoustic melody wrapped around my imagination, my mind started running wild. A whirlwind of ideas came to me and I started to think. I pictured a world at dusk with dancing lights and flickering fireflies racing past me as I sat in the cool grass just completely embraced in wonderment. There was a hill to the right of me, blanketed with flowers and dandelions. The fragrance was sweet and enveloped me when the flowing breeze kissed my cheeks. On the left there was a gigantic tree canopied with lanterns, ablaze with soft glowing, twinkling flames resting inside of them.
I saw people dancing barefoot under the blazing stars in the distance, laughing as they spun each other in cotton sundresses and button up shirts. This song, this entanglement of enchanting sounds gently wafted threw the cool air, reminding me of everything beautiful in my crazy "midterm" filled world. Hearing this song just might have been the best thing about my day. Thank you music, for making my world that much better.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Slave...
I'm sitting on my bed trying really hard to figure out what to say about this article. I've tried over and over and over but nothing good comes to me. My goodness. I know that Albert Yeganeh has an extreme passion about soup and that's just something I just can't seem to pour my whole heart over! As I've thought it over, I decided to figure out what food I really love and compare it to Albert and his soups...
Potatoes. I am in love with potatoes. Anytime I go to a restaurant or any fast food place, I usually end up buying French fries over any other side. I also get way to excited whenever my mom would make mashed potatoes on Sundays. Every time we have a family get-together, my Aunt Renee always brings scalloped or half baked potatoes because she knows how much I love them. Right now, It's one in the morning and I even have my roommate Mikayla making me her funeral potatoes because I told her how much I love them. So I guess, in a way I can kind of compare myself to Albert and his obsession to soups.
Albert owns a soup shop in New York city, selling over 80 different kinds of soups. It's incredible. This guy is so passionate about what he does. Every soup has to be absolutely perfect or he isn't satisfied.
PTIC:
Purpose- I think that the point of the story is just to understand Albert and what kind of a person he is. He's definitely a perfectionist, clean freak and a lover of good food.
Theme- The purpose is about Albert. He owns a soup shop in New York city, selling over 80 different kinds of soups. It's incredible. This guy is so passionate about what he does and every soup has to be absolutely perfect or he isn't satisfied.
"The customer is always wrong and I’m always right. I raised my prices to try to get rid of some of these people, but it didn’t work."
Issue- Albert can't stand working with the public and he isn't afraid to show it. This is an issue for Albert because he gets so upset when people hold up lines or get in the way. He likes to get things done fast and most customers don't like that.
"The customer is always wrong and I’m always right. I raised
my prices to try to get rid of some of these people, but it didn’t work."
Conclusion- Albert is a slave with his business because he has to have everything "just right" in order for him to be happy. He fired a worker just because he forgot to pick up the mushroom that had fallen. He's feels as though everything has to be perfect because he's the one selling.
"He’s downright rude," said a blond woman in a blue coat. "Even abusive. But you can’t
deny it, his soup is the best."
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