When was the last time you ran / jogged around the block?

e nato un bambino di sesso feminile\ and was born one baby of sex feminine\\ 

bps, have you heard about my medals? I believe each of us deserves medals and we are the ones who should determine what they are for. When HF tells us not to brag he isn't telling us not to celebrate our progress and accomplishments. So for at least a decade I have been an advocate of medals. We should stick them up on our wall when we have faced a dragon of some sort. Sometimes as a teacher that meant a parent confrontation. Or maybe even a disagreement with my principal or fellow teacher who just couldn't understand my point of view. Overcoming sin is like that too. Addictions are extremely difficult to leave behind. New habits are often difficult to institute. Preparing and giving a talk in sacrament meeting. Praying aloud for a half hour or an hour. On and on! My Italian clerks don't cover up their mistakes. They draw a box around them and correct them below. This baby girls name was written Adele Virginia Leonilde Luigia Chiesa. But Adele was wrong. Up in the margin was written Virginia Chiesa #6388. The Adele was identified as a mistake and left off. See the box around it? Now if this were my mistake I would draw a line through it. Not them. I might even try to cross it out so many times it would be undecipherable. Not them. Analogy: We should be like this. We should be accepting of our mistakes and even give ourselves medals and celebrate when we accomplish something we are proud of or that scared us out of our pants but we did it anyway! Does HF want us to beat ourselves up? Does he want us to ignore our successes that are hard won and just pass over them? I don't believe so. I think he loves us and wants us to be happy and I think he is proud of us when we survive a grueling situation. Each week you improve in your difficult surroundings and remember you are not your environment he would award you. You made a mistake. Oops, you listened to a bad man. A few minutes of forgetting your values and commitments and what a consequence. :( But this can make you better. You can learn things you could learn no other way. Good luck in your education!\ Lastly, if we recognize his hand in helping us through then we can thank him and celebrate together!!

Figure: e comparso Antuoni, Romolo/ and father appeared Antuoni, Pasquale was the correct name listed below.The box means oops mistake/ I blew it. @ So here I am indexing wishing you could accompany me in accomplishing this work, we only get 12% of the records they film each year indexed, and then I realize, Hey, Brandon earned money at Purgatory. I wonder what he did to earn it? I am so curious. . . @@ ~~~~~~~~~Dear cousin Ross,

You post more than any other cousin so maybe you are more open to communicating/ connecting. You were 2nd in your family and little when I knew you. I have some of the strangest stories I remember about you and our mothers. They were young women and sisters and trying to figure out their kids. You lived in Orem. Later you lived on 700 S in Saint George and you probably remember that time frame more. I was in and out. Came home from mission to Guatemala in Sept’76. I worked to earn money painting with my dad again and then up to BYU for my second year of school. Uncle Raymond lived with us when he went to BYU in the 60’s so that was my goal too. I married in ‘79 and graduated after 5 years with a new little boy in ‘80. Off to Colorado to teach HS Biology and Chemistry for 2 years and then settled in St. George in ‘82. Been here ever since.

Your sister Kim was always the apple of my eye. I was born in ‘55 but she was a girl and girls were always more interesting than boys! I slept on the floor under the Wright’s furnace outside Vivian’s room in Dec ‘68 as my dad opened up New York State for a pyramid scheme company called Bestline from California. Soap products etc., like Amway. Auntie Angela took me to a youth dance at the church and one guy did a dance called the dead fish where he flipped and flopped all over the floor. I was a very impressionable 13 years old and I was shocked! But I figured that is what they did in Toronto. After 6 weeks we moved to Schoharie, New York and I enrolled that January into the secondary school grades 7-12. President Vanderwerken was my science teacher, (branch president) and I started learning French in 9th grade. I learned to milk cows on our farm and rode the bus 45 minutes each way to school. The snow drifts were something to crow about! 10-12 feet tall along the roads where the plows piled it at times. Bitter cold wind! Carrying the milk can into the house was murder! Brent and I became fast friends as we helped each other with our cows. Dad was a travelling salesman so we did it.

During those 6 weeks in Toronto I slept over at your house a few days. I remember a tough little parakeet that would bite but I was tough too and I could stand it. I remember zillions of comic books. I had never had access to comic books before. You lived in a tall apartment building.

On my dad’s side of the family I found a cousin who was willing to talk/ connect/ write. I prefer writing. Talking scares me with people I don’t know. Cousin Paul Jensen and I met face to face finally at Aunt Rose’s funeral the beginning of June’17 in SLC.

Would you be willing to do some formal communicating?Love Vern

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Some books have such long names I don’t bother to learn them: An Ancient American Setting for the Book of Mormon~ by John L Sorenson. I finished reading it last night and it deserves a personalized book report because it affected me so deeply.

I carefully researched and studied the heartland theory and central american theory of the placement/setting of the BoM last year. I saved pictures of the Tabasco River and when I ran out of sources I stopped. David L Morgan tells me the weirdest stuff. I saw him at FS two weeks ago and he told me he wants to give me all his books and book cases. He has been a collector. He is wacko so only parts of what he says can be believed. His jokes about the prophet and lusty comments about women really turned me off last year. He needed money so he worked at DSU as a custodian, graveyard shift for 3 months. It didn’t jive with his new operated on knees.

When he offered me ‘Mormon’s Codex’ I decided it was time to investigate the author John L Sorenson. He is perfect for me! Guatemala is Lammanite country and Zarahemla was on the River Grajalva/ Sidon. The Jaredites are the Olmecs and there were all kinds of other cultures/ communities/ peoples around. He has 15 maps in his AAAS book and 40+ pictures. He has a testimony! He is 93. He retired as a teaching anthropologist from BYU. Truman Madsen endorses him. Brilliant Truman Madsen. JLS loved and respected Hugh Nibley. He also thrives on the BoM! He has dissected BoM anthropology, processed it with current archeology and I just thrilled with his writings. There was one part I did not agree with. There were 100 parts that I did.

Last night I finished Chapter 7 and one section was about secret societies. I was repulsed by evil, Satan, secret societies, assassins, corruption, gadianton robbers for years. But this year I read how the BoM exposes their techniques and my heart has been changed. I have found that believing in secret societies and their practices has given me an opposite for the righteousness I espouse. It seems to be making righteousness and Godliness and the battle more real. I will never forget how shocked I was around 1988 when I saw Satan in the temple endowment ceremony and wondered if he was real. Our church believes in a real Satan? I was a bit insecure about evolution as well. I hadn’t arrived at my later understanding of science only being partially correct. Man’s best effort to explain things. Not the absolute final truth. Always evolving! (to reuse that word. :) I have been retired 4 years. I have indexed for 3. I listened to every session of GC ‘73-current that first year as I tried to find myself in the world of retirement and depression. I would highly recommend it! I still listen everyday. Today I did MGR:We, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints\Marion G. Romney Apr’79.

I was not expecting to find secret society exposure as a part of this book. But it is taken in step with all the other investigations. Fascinating. To me they seemed like Red Letter pages. Look everybody! Look what JLS understands! The latest 007 movie is called Spectre. A Mastermind and Corrupt secret society is his opponent/ adversary. We understand and accept the mafia etc without second thoughts in today’s world. What does the little guy get from being a member of a secret society? Answer: Immediate acceptance and support for his business especially in a new town! Those secret signs communicate membership in a supportive brotherhood. He has connections and acceptance! Wow, I hadn’t ever considered that before!

And when do we have problems with secret societies in the BoM, in prosperity or poverty? My crud, it happens in selfishness and greed and seeking wealth and power! They are parasitic so they can’t survive on their own. They need prey, a host! Ugly isn’t it!

Enough for now. I am grossed out.

@@ Saturday 7/29, 12:32pm. I wasted an hour on Facebook just now. It all started when I wanted to see how cousin Ross responded to my email. This might be unkind but I doubt he read my letter carefully. I asked him if he had a connection with Uncle Raymond and he told me about being taken fishing. I had to ask a second time to get an answer. Same old, same old. . . But celebrate, he is willing but extremely busy, so he says. But I teased him about responding within minutes of me asking the question. Next: Doug Draper mentioned that he had run 5 miles that day. I used to do that. I have hesitated jogging again because I don't like weak or sprained ankles and that is part of the strengthening process for me. But I was feeling my oats and decided to try to jerk on my clothes and jog around the block, carrying the mail key so I could pick it up as I came home. YIPPEE! I did it. . . First time this year. I wonder. . .