Sunday, March 30, 2014

Some Quack

When World War II broke out in Europe in the 1930s, my grandfather, Harold W. Hoopes was serving an LDS mission in Holland. 

Harold W. Hoopes


Eventually all LDS missionaries were evacuated and chose to either return home or transfer to state-side missions where they could finish up the remainder of their service.  Harold received transfer papers to the Boston, Massachusetts mission. 

He never got there.

The story goes (and I wish I could get the first-hand source) that a certain mother of an evacuated missionary -  upon learning of her son's fate to wrap up his mission in St. Paul, Minnesota - was so aghast at the idea of a mediocre, non-prestigious locale, she immediately telephoned church headquarters and demanded a change. 

I have often imagined this phone call.  Did it go something like this?

Church Missionary Department?  Yes, this is Mrs. XYZ.  Yes, that's right.  THE Mrs. XYZ.  And I'm calling to tell you that your office has gotten it ALL wrong...

I don't know what this quack-of-a-mother happened to say, but apparently it was significant because by the time Harold had boarded the plane for the States, his spot in Boston had been swapped for the "less glamorous" location of St. Paul, Minnesota.

C'est la vie...

Someday, when all is said and done, I fully intend to track down this quack-of-a-mother.  I want to meet the woman who had the gal and arrogance to think her son's importance/esteem and her family's reputation hinged on a mission location.  Part of me wants to bonk her over the head and give her a darn good lesson in humility.  But the other part of me wants to hug her fiercely and tell her how grateful I am for what she did. 

Because this quack mother played a crucial role in my existence. 

Harold went to St. Paul.  The same mission where Virginia Lee Divers was serving...

Virginia on the right.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Entrepreneur


It's a first draft.  And Dad & Mom think he should charge more.  But we're all very keen on his persuading language in the opening paragraph. 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

National Federation of Music... Year Two


It's amazing what one year of growth can do for your confidence.  This time around, my boys were much less nervous and showed incredible poise over the piano as the judges scribbled their never-ending notes critiquing their performance.

Our Sweetie scored a "superior".  Our Big Guy earned an "excellent". 

Sweet! 

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Great Southern Land

This time it was Zions...








We also did The Crack... again.  Pretty Girl went through this time!

Bubbs did not.





And this time around - the boys went biking with me.  My reduction in speed was worth it for their excellent, witty conversation. 



Saturday, March 15, 2014

Rainbow Loom


After Christmas, Our Sweetie saved up his money for a Rainbow Loom.  And our house has never been free of teeny, tiny rubber-bands since...  Our only hope is that his frequent necklace accessories don't ever evolve into gold chains above a spray-tanned hairy chest. 

Please no... 



Sunday, March 9, 2014

A Silver Anniversary


 
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

 
-Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX-

 



 


Saturday, March 1, 2014

Believe It!



He won Regionals.

Yes... Regionals.  Which means he BEAT the 1st place winner from his school.

Not joking.

And this is Minecraft we're talking about here.

Hours of computer time combined with a young, scientific mind...

 

He moves forward to the State Finals in a few months to represent his school (that's his portfolio on his left). 

Yeah, Mom is astonished.  Speechless.  But very very proud!!