Thursday, October 13, 2016

Birthday Club goes to Jackson Hole

To celebrate my 80th birthday
my sisters and cousin
planned a trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
Verla was the instigator and driver.
Our first stop was at LaBeaus in Garden City for their famous raspberry shake,
except Carol & Verda chose pineapple.
We are not cutting corners.
$4.50 each, unless you have nuts.
Bear Lake
Temple in Afton, Wyoming
Downtown. 
World's Largest Elkhorn Arch
This is it!
The Big Birthday Dinner.


We didn't ask.
They just brought it.
Maybe I told her I was turning 80.
"If you're going to get old, you might as well get as old as you can get."
Wallace Stegner
But we didn't ask for a free dessert
or a discount on the bill.
"Our high school mascot was the buffalo," we tell the hostess
who offered to take our picture.
"That was a long time ago," someone said.
"I can tell," she bemused.
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight come out tonight
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
And we'll dance by the light of the moon.

 “Going to the mountains is going home.”
Ansel Adams
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed. We need wilderness preserved - as much of it as still left, and as many kinds - because it was the challenge against which our character as a people was formed. The reminder and the reassurance that it is still there is good for our spiritual health. It is important to us when we are old simply because it is there - important, that is, simply as an idea. Wallace Stegner
"National Parks are the best idea we ever had. Absolutely American,
absolutely democratic, they reflect us at our best rather than our worst." 
Wallace Stegner

The brook would lose its song if we removed the rocks
Wallace Stegner
 “Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit,
and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.” 
Edward Abbey
“I never saw a discontented tree.” John Muir
 “In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.” John Muir
“Few places in this world are more dangerous than home.
Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes.
They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free,
and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.” John Muir
Jenny's Lake
Here we chatted with a fellow who lives right in Washington DC.
Viewing the peace and tranquility,
we asked him if he came out here to get out of the political mess.
He quoted a friend about the debate
with a drunken uncle.
He actually was here for a convention in Idaho Falls.
There was a picture of Jenny's Lake and the Tetons
in the Valley Cafe all the years I worked there.
I could tell tourists where it was
but I had never been there.
We tried to pull faces
but there wasn't much change.
It is love and friendship,
the sanctity and celebration of our relationships,
that not only support a good life, but create one.
Through friendships, we spark and inspire one another's ambitions.
Wallace Stegner
But what pleasure it is to know that there is back county for them to retreat to, that nobody is going to push roads through that wilderness, that no RVs or trail bikes or tote goats will roar through those forests and stink up that clean air. The best thing we have learned from nearly five hundred years of contact with the American wilderness is restraint, the willingness to hold our hand: to visit such places for our souls' good, but leave no tracks.--Wallace Stegner
As we approached Jenny's Lake on the trail,
a car drove right to the lake.
"How'd you do that?"
"You just take the boat ramp exit," they explained.
Verla and I decided to start walking down the road
while Carol & Verda walked back to get the car
and pick us up.
The road went on and on,
so we stopped and figuratively hugged a tree.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Not daring to leave for fear of missing them,
we didn't try to go back the short distance to the parking lot.
They couldn't find the boat ramp road
so they went back to the parking lot
and Verda backtracked to find us.
And that was our exciting adventure of the day.


Shadows.


“We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there…. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.” Edward Abbey 
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed. . .We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more
than drive to its edge and look in. - Wallace Stegner


“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.” John Muir
Water is the true wealth in a dry land.
Wallace Stegner
Today, we must realize that nature is revealed in the simplest meadow, wood lot, marsh,
stream, or tidepool, as well as in the remote grandeur of our parks and wilderness areas. -Ansel Adams
I know that I am one with beauty and that my comrades are one.
Let our souls be mountains. Let our spirits be stars. Let our hearts be worlds.
Ansel Adams

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.” John Muir
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit the last virgin forests to be turned into comic books and plastic cigarette cases; if we drive the few remaining members of the wild species into zoos or to extinction; if we pollute the last clean air and dirty the last clean streams and push our paved roads through the last of the silence, so that never again will Americans be free from noise, the exhausts, the stinks of human and automotive waste. And so that never again can we have the chance to see ourselves single, separate, vertical and individual in the world, part of the environment of trees and rocks and soil, brother to the other animals, part of the natural world and competent to belong in it. We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in. For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope.--Wallace Stegner


I had never seen this sign in a restroom before.
Verda said its because some cultures were ruining the toilets.
“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.” John Muir
After a magnificent view, this little boy told Carol
that he would rather throw rocks into the lake.
His parents took the time to hike down to the water's edge
so he could throw rocks.
Let us leave a splendid legacy for our children. . .
let us turn to them and say, this you inherit;
guard it well, for it is far more precious than money. . .
and once destroyed, nature's beauty cannot be repurchased at any price.
Ansel Adams
I know that I am one with beauty and that my comrades are one.
Let our souls be mountains. Let our spirits be stars. Let our hearts be worlds.
Ansel Adams











I believe the world is incomprehensible beautiful -
an endless prospect of magic and wonder.
Ansel Adams
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” Edward Abbey
Verla's essentials to travel home:  Purse, Coke, and Snacks -
(leave the garbage can for the maids so they'll have something to do).

What is a resource worth? Anything it costs. If we never hike it or step into its shade, if we only drive by occasionally and see the textures of green mountainside change under wind and sun, or the fog move soft feathers down the gulches, or the last sunset on the continent redden the sky beyond the ridege, we have our money's worth. We have been too efficient at destruction; we have left our souls too little space to breathe in. Every green natural place we save saves a fragment of our sanity and gives us a little more hope that we have a future.--Wallace Stegner


“There is a love of wild nature in everybody,
an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no,
and however covered by cares and duties”
John Muir

“The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.”
John Muir
Verda Johnson Salter
Verla Esplin Galloway
Carol Esplin Muprhy
Jeanette Esplin Hugh
October 10-12, 2016

Saturday, October 8, 2016

2016 Presidential Race

The Trump tape: Not all Utah Republicans leaving Donald's side
Salt Lake Tribune October 8, 2016

What?
I thought we were best friends.
I'm wounded.
Betrayed.

This is my take.
History will prove me right, you'll see.

Donald Trump himself is releasing all these damaging videos
and stories because he does not want to be president.
He is not fit
qualified
prepared
capable
competent
experienced
and all those other things he says about himself.
I think he is the most shocked of all
that people have fallen for his line of lies.
I'll wager he never thought his little joke
would go this far.
Shame on us as a nation under God.

In the three-minute video obtained by the Washington Post,
where Trump is recorded while awaiting the taping of a soap opera,
he notes that he tries to sleep with married women
and that he is forceful with a woman he finds attractive.
He bragged in vulgar terms about kissing,
groping and trying to have sex with women.
"I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet.
Just kiss. I don't even wait," he says.
"And when you're a star, they let you do it.
You can do anything.
Grab them by the p--sy," he says.
"You can do anything."
Dan Rather:     
     The headlines of the moment are in the growing roll call of prominent Republicans who are rescinding their support for Donald Trump. But I am left wondering how his candidacy and those who supported, enabled it, and abetted him until now, will be viewed through the long lens of history. It should be noted that many conservative editorial boards and critics have already come out against Trump long before this latest bombshell in very stark terms.
     Apparently everyone has a line, and yet do you feel things would be different if all of these politicians thought Trump could still win in November?
     And what should we make of all the other groups who have been insulted and marginalized by Trump and yet his supporters stood by him?
He attacked Mexicans as rapists and murderers - but that was not enough.
He called for barring Muslims from entering the country - but that was not enough.
He incited violence in his rallies - but that was not enough.
He publicly mocked the disabled - but that was not enough.
He retweeted anti-Semitic memes - but that was not enough.
He demeaned a Gold Star Family - but that was not enough.
He insulted the press and railed against their Constitutional freedoms - but that was not enough.
He said that those who suffer from PTSD were weak - but that was not enough.
He had a long history of misogynist and sexist comments - but that was not enough.
He repeatedly lied on issues big and small - but that was not enough.
He refused to release his tax records or health records - but that was not enough.
He joked about violence against his political rival - but that was not enough.
     I could go on, and I ask you to do so in the comments section. Perhaps we can tag it with #butthatwasnotenough.
     I know some equate Donald Trump with Nazisim - that goes way too far for me. But in recent hours I have been hearing echoes of the chilling poem by the German anti-Nazi theologian Martin Niemöller about the culpability of his country's elite in the rise of Nazism.
"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me."
     America's better nature has always been to speak out for the marginalized and dispossessed. It is an ideal for which we have all too often fallen far short. What about now?
                         And Senator Orrin Hatch is still with him.

My 18th Birthday

A little background. 
     Henager’s had a program where you live free in private homes and help out. (Pre-nanny program.) Of the friends in our group at Henager’s who signed up to do this, I was the only one who lasted.  The others were in homes where they were expected to tend children. Beverly, our new friend from Panguitch, got in a home with lots of little children but she moved into the Beehive House when the husband chased her around the kitchen table. There were only two little girls in the home Mary Lee was in but she moved in with her cousin on the avenues when she checked the December calendar and the parents were scheduled to be gone every single night in December leaving her to tend and feed the kids. (Henager's ran an accelerated program and we had a lot of studying every night, especially when we got into speedwriting.) Mary Lee was the youngest in her family (after her sister Jeanene died of leukemia) and she was pampered and cherished. She was not a slave. I don’t remember why LaVon from Lehi moved out. 
     I had a gratifying school year living with Bishop Terry, who was on the police force, and his youngest daughter, Janee, who was a Sophomore or Junior at South High. Her mother had died a lingering death of cancer the year before. Bishop Terry was busy with his career, being bishop, and dating. (He’d talk to Florence on the phone half the night after her got home at 1 AM.) and he didn’t like her to be alone so much.  All I had to do was help with the housework, cooking, and keep Janee company. She had a boyfriend who came over every night. They would study and visit in the living room. I’d hole up in our bedroom and study and write letters. I didn’t cause them any trouble, as Bishop Terry told the ward members when he called on me to talk the last Sunday I spent with them. He said lots of nice things about me and they have always had a special spot in my heart.
Jeanette & Janee in front of her house
45 Hartwell Ave. SLC, UT
     Carol Jean and Mary Lee were classmates from Valley, both cousins. Marjorie is Carol Jean’s sister, two years older. Mary Lee and I were going to Henager’s School of Business. Carol Jean was going to BYU. I don’t remember what Marjorie was doing.
     Marjean was Janee's married sister, next to her in age.
     Marva, who picked me up for conference (if I had been ready) was my brother DeLoy’s girlfriend, who lived in Mantua.
    How things change in the gift department. 
From my diary:
Saturday, October 2, 1954
I drug out about 9:30 and started to clean house. I cleaned the kitchen, bath and bed rooms then got ready to go shopping. Met Carol Jean, Marjorie, and Mary Lee uptown. We spent the afternoon shopping and visiting. It was sur’ fun. I bought me some black heels, two belts and a collar. When I got home, Janee and Marjean had a big birthday dinner fixed for me with a special cake and everything. It was really swell. Then they helped me get ready to go to the fabulous Rainbow Gardens. Went with Fred from the U. Had fun.
Sunday, October 3, 1954
I opened all my wonderful presents from home at 2 AM. Mama and everybody are so wonderful.;;
Mama and kids: slips, camisole, nylons, barrettes, stationary, skirt, candy, gum.
Lucy: sweater
Shirley: aprons
Janee and Bishop – book, figurine, slip
Mary Lee – pants
Nan – soap
Royce - $5.00
Georgia – barrettes.
FaeDonna – nylons
Dolly – necklace
DeRay – perfume

Marva called for me for conference but I wasn’t ready so I took a bus up and only waited until 9 (two hours) for Mary Lee. I was really sick by the time she came. We fooled around during morning session but went to afternoon. Sure enjoyed it. Highlight of my birthday and just the thing to top it off was when I got to shake hands with President David O. McKay.

Diary 1955:
Sunday I was called out of the audience to give a talk -
I stammered a few words but the things Bishop Terry
said to them about me before I started
were the nicest things anyone has ever said about me.
Many nice things. I won't forget.
(But I have.)
Guests at my graduation were Mama, DeMoin, Lucy,
Janee and Pete, Judy, Myrna, Connie, Bishop Terry and Florence.
Oh yes - exercises were in Hotel Utah.
After the exercises,
Judy's mother invited us all, Mary Lee too, down to a delicious buffet.
We really had a wonderful time!
(Judy, Myrna, and Connie were Janee's friends in the Ward.)
 Judy, Connie, Janee, Jeanette visiting Southern Utah
Connie, Judy, (unremembered cousin), Janee, Carol, Jeanette
(everyone at Pipe Springs and Moccasin was our cousin in those days)

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The Big 80

     We left for Salt Lake at 2.  DeRay had reserved a room for us at the Marriott Courtyard. We promised Ed he would not miss any conference so we listened to it on the way down and went straight to the room to watch the last hour. 
     Then we checked out the facility. The pool is small, cold and cloudy. DeRay asked at the desk if we could move. We thought being by the airport we could see the airplanes. No, it’s beyond the airport and all we can see is a drab building next to us.
     We’re stuck. It would cost half our points to exchange. We know the pool is nice in the downtown Marriott. We stayed in it two or three times a year when the kids were growing up. They had excellent weekend rates. You could walk all over town; to temple square, wherever. Out here in the desert there was no place to walk. Besides that, a storm is kicking up. Windy. DeRay has a stomach ache so he didn’t want to eat so none of us ate. 
     We went for a drive up City Creek Canyon. We wanted to show Ed "Gravity Hill" but being a one-way street it doesn't work anymore. Getting back to the room, DeRay found a good movie for us, A Good Woman.  Then DeRay and Ed watched a Churchill movie while I read the Esplin RR.

  


       HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. 80 YEARS OLD. Ludicrous is what it is.  We went down to breakfast around 8. It was OK. But we were a little sullen because we wanted to be somewhere else. DeRay and Ed finished their Churchill movie; I played games on my iPad and napped. When we got ready to leave I couldn’t find my camera. I was sure I had packed it but when you take everything out of the suitcases and it’s not there; it’s not there. Twice. Or three times.  I finally went down to the car thinking maybe I had left it there. No. So I go back up in the room. The maid  is already cleaning it. She helps me search, looking under the beds and behind chests.  When I walk back out to the car, DeRay and Ed are ready to roll. DeRay found it in the side pocket of my suitcase. How stupid of me. I know I looked there but not deep enough. It’s already a trial being 80. 
     Now it’s so late, we don’t have time to stop and get Ed a hamburger to eat at the Clark Planetarium. “It’s a long time until 5,” he reminds us. We park at 11:45. DeRay has checked the schedule for October 3 and the first show is at 12 instead of 11 like on Saturdays. Ed and I rush to the door. DeRay gets out as quickly as he can.  Locked. Knock on door. No response. I asked the Security Guard. “They don’t open until 10:30. They open the front door first. Maybe you can call them.” It’s 11:45. Quite a while from 10:30. I walk around to the front. “Planetarium Closed,” a sign reads. What? This was our big activity for my birthday. 
     What to do? We decide to drive out to Farmington Station; maybe stop in Bountiful to check out the swimming pool. We’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. I know!  We can stop in a sports store and buy some fins and other things to replace the ones I lost when my gym bag was stolen. “Sports Authority” the sign reads on Legacy. We drive up and around every store. No Sports Authority. DeRay even drives around the back and on a loading dock, sure enough, Sports Authority. By Harmons. So we drive around the front again. Nowhere. It’s evidently gone out of business. 
     Well, let’s go to Habit and get a hamburger. That will kill some time.  We have plans to go to Sully at 2:40.  It’s the lunch hour. Habit is crowded. I spy one empty table in the quietest part of the small hamburger joint. “Ed, you go sit there and I’ll order.” DeRay still doesn’t want to eat. The poor innocent people at the table next to him say “life” and he pitches the fit of a lifetime. Everyone turns to look at him. I can feel something is different. People are on high alert. I’m scared. Fortunately, business resumes. I go to get water. Big men in business suits are blocking every trail. Rude. 
     Then I see him. Orrin Hatch. The Senator was Utah.  “I wish I had my camera that was lost and now found,” I say to DeRay while we wait for the light to buzz telling us our order is ready. “I’m going to get it.” When I get back from the car, Senator Hatch is almost out the front door. 
     “It’s my 80th birthday today,” I blurt to the body guard. “Happy Birthday,” he responds. “Thanks.” I ask another if he would take our picture. Everyone else is modern and using smart phones and taking selfies with him. I probably didn’t even have to tell them I’m turning 80 today. They could tell by my old-fashioned camera.  “Are you 80?” I ask him. “I’m 82.” “Oh, I thought you were my age.” The lady standing next to him, not his wife, said I think we should sing Happy Birthday to her. “What’s your name?” Orrin asks. “Jeanette – but my son goes into orbit when anyone sings Happy Birthday.”  They didn’t listen to a word I said. They just started singing – all the staff, the chauffeurs, the Secret Service, the body guards. I said 20 people sang but DeRay said it wasn’t that many. I’m 80. I've earned the right to exaggerate. I join in with reckless abandonment. It was so much fun. 
     I told Senator Hatch that we visited his office in Washington DC several years ago but he was in Utah. “I’m glad we caught you here.” One of his staff is the daughter of my good friend here in Kaysville and she arranged tickets for us to tour the White House and the Capitol Building. We rode over in the Senate cars (like at Disneyland) and had a grand time. 
  
     "I am going to make my sister, Shirley, proud, having my picture taken with the Republican Senator." She is such a staunch Republican.
Her husband was a Democrat and they loved each other,
raising an exceptional family.
A lesson for us all?
What is a senator worth $3,962,048.00 doing in a hamburger joint?
Plus, the government probably paid for it.
(My camera was set on "sunset" thus -
oh wait! maybe it was set right for the sunset of our lives.) 
   I couldn't resist taking a picture of the little boy in the next booth (with permission).
It’s still an hour or two before the movie starts so we drive over to Cabela’s.  
They don’t have swimming fins. We could have bought guns and bullets; a duck blind. 
The little boy with the Mohawk was there with his family.
His mother lost him and DeRay was able to tell her exactly where he was.
    “You know,” I tell DeRay and Ed, “on my 18th birthday, I shook hands with President McKay.” In those days, conference was three days. Sometimes it was Friday, Saturday and Sunday and sometimes Saturday, Sunday and Monday, depending on what day October 6 fell.  President McKay always came out the same side door after conference to get into his Cadillac, which drove within 30 feet of the tabernacle. Those in the know, knew where to stand to shake his hand when he came out. I knew because while I was going to school, I was living with Bishop Terry and his daughter, Janee. They knew everything. That was the first time in my life I had ever heard anyone scrutinize the General Authorities.  They were neighbors and friends. They knew them personally and knew their shortcomings. I was stunned.  Growing up in Southern Utah, we thought they were all perfect. Bishop Terry’s neighboring bishop was Thomas S. Monson. He was just 27 years old and Bishop Terry was 55. Bishop Terry lived to be 92 years old. Friends to the end, President Monson visited him regularly and talked in his funeral. Instead of talking in a widow's funeral, he spoke in a widower's.   
     We loved the movie Sully. DeRay really didn’t want Ed to see it thinking it would frighten him but Ed loved it. 
     It was almost as good as having dinner with Brooke, Elizabeth and family. We had planned to meet at Robintino’s at 5 but by the time we got a hold of Amy, it worked out to meet her at Smiths in Farmington. “Why are we all driving clear down to Bountiful. Let’s just eat at the Chinese café here. It’s good,” reasonable Amy asserts. We hurry and call Brooke and because Klarissa had track, they hadn’t left Kaysville yet. It was such a wonderful choice. Quiet. For a while, we were the only ones there.  We enjoyed a nice meal and visit. Thank you Brooke and Elizabeth.
 The big 80th Celebration

   Karlton, Amy, Eddy, DeRay, Jeanette, Brooke, Klarissa, Elizabeth
  When your youngest grandson is taller than you are,
you know you are old.
Of course, most people our age have great grandchildren;
even great great grandchildren.
 Is Karlton taller than Klarissa?
 Dancing after the rain - or sprinkles, I should say.
 Has Ed ever had such a good time?


 "You're going to love this for your birthday," Amy shrieks,
glancing into the front room when we get home. 
  
    

 Returning to the scene of the crime.
Who me?
He also licked my plate from the coconut cream pie
Emily and Bob brought up.

"Happy Birthday," Amy posted on Facebook,
"Pancake will bring you a bird and eat your pie too. . ."

 Amy gathered and roasted pine nuts from Great Basin National Park.
No greater gift for a Southern Utah girl.

"I bet it feels good to be 80 doesn't it, Mom?"
Ed says the next morning.
"It does."
Loved the phone calls from Brent and my siblings,
treasured written memories from Brooke;
messages from some of DeRay's family,
and a hilarious personal card from Amanda
and messages from grandchildren in college and on a mission;
and nice friends
and the scrumptious cheesecake.
(You know who you are.)
Debbie, who shares the same birthday,
twenty years younger,
is celebrating in Hawaii.
That makes me happy by association.

It's going to be OK.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Sisters

Lucy, Jeanette, Shirley 1939
Verla, Carol Lee, Jeanette, Lucy LaRee, Shirley 1948
Growing up in Orderville.
Jeanette, Shirley, Lucy
Verla, Mama, Carol 
1960
St. George Temple grounds - 2005
2007 Mt. Carmel
Jeanette, Shirley, Lucy, Verla, Carol - New Castle 2010
In the 90's, we started having Sister Retreats.
At first, we stayed with Shirley in New Castle,
then for a few years, we stayed in St. George.
We'd go to the Shakespeare and Tuacahn productions..
We'd visit our cousins in Orderville and Moccasin
and our parents, grandparents, and great grandparents in the
Orderville Cemetery.

2011 -Cedar City
 Our brother, Jerry, who lives in SunRiver,
thinks he's a sister and we do too.
He took us on excursions all around the area. 2012
Jeanette, Shirley, Verla, Lucy, Carol 2012 
In 2013, Lucy, who always wanted to be 1st Chair,
left us for a better place.

Visiting 87-year-old Shirley at Bella Terra in Cedar City.
 Carol, Verla, Shirley, Jeanette 2016
 

  Shirley with her good friend from the Beryl Valley, Yula Hunting,
who was raised on the Arizona Strip
and was our guide twice when we went out there to walk where Daddy walked.
She was able to show us all the places Daddy wrote to us from
and the places he talked about.
 
Yula is a cowboy poet
and even though she had a stroke and is now in Bella Terra,
she recited and sang long and evocative poetry to us.
She is fiercely patriotic, as is Shirley.
Is anyone who didn't live through World War II that patriotic?
Yula has an American flag on her walker. 
Keenan, Shirley, Carol, Amy J., Verla
Amy said that if Keenan hadn't come to walk Shirley twice every day,
she would not be walking at all.

     In our family, we write an Esplin Round-Robin Letter* every three months (that has evolved as technology changes). As we got older, we realized life didn't change that much, even in three months. My brother, DeLoy, who has compiled, edited and sent the letters out since its inception, decided we would answer the "life questions". He chooses four or five each time and when we get through, we'll have our life history written. There are 365 questions designed to answer one each day all year. I did it to write my life story so now I just copy from my printed story. Everyone else has to remember and think. Shirley was always the most prolific letter-writer in our family, so after she fell and broke her femur bone and had surgery, we missed her letters. As we visited, Carol, Verla, and I took the opportunity to ask Shirley the questions for our letter that is due October 1. We had so much fun. 
     She didn't just blurt out her answers. She was very deliberate. She would pause and think after each question. We thought maybe we should go visit her before every letter because we learned so much about her. And she remembered a few things about herself that she had forgotten. She was happy to remember them.
     When we came to the question: ONE WORD on how to live successfully.
     “Let’s go on to an easier one,” she pleaded.
     Amy Jayne, her daughter,  said her one word on how to live successfully is “Breathe.”
     “That’s mine too,” we all decided.
     That says a lot for Shirley because she breathes hard all day and all night. It wears you out to watch her chest rapidly go up and down. When all my kids visited her in July, Elizabeth became very concerned about her rapid breathing. Keenan says it's like she's running a race all day and night.

     "What do you think about old age now?" we asked Shirley in parting.
     “It takes a lot of courage,” she confided.

     "Do you feel tired or do you have a lot of energy?"
     “I’m not tired and I don’t have any energy.”

     We asked her how she likes living where she is now.
     “I have some good friends. You get really close to them when you sit at the same table.”

Sisters are forever.

*DeLoy expands on the Round Robin history:
On the RR history you are correct
that it has changed over the years as technology changes.
Initially it was a round robin where each person
took out their last letter and added a new one.
After several years Lynn began to assemble
and mail them out in the snail mail.
After several years I began to do that for the family.
More recently we added the optional Life Questions by consensus,
and  just a few years ago we began to send
the assemble letters package electronically.
We retained the original name of round robin.