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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Water Babies


Last weekend we took a beautiful drive through the Pass to Bruce and Gail's.  We had such a wonderful visit with cinnamon rolls (Gail totally spoils Steve), Chicken "Divin" and incredible company.  One thing you can always count on with Bruce and Gail:  where they are, their Grandchildren will not be far behind.  Enjoying pool time with Gibson and Madison was awesome!  I thought these shots were irresistible!


Who is having more fun??  Uncle Bryce Rocks.

Gibson jumping to Uncle Doug
Please note the water level in the goggles.

Friday, July 17, 2009

I've Made a Terrible Mistake

Sure.  Facebook seems like a good idea.  


Every one is talking about it: 
  •  "You can get back in touch with really old friends", [with the implicit advantage of choosing only images of yourself that hide your wrinkles and those lb's that you've gained since you've last seen these old friends ]
  •  "You can keep in touch with younger and hipper co-workers and nieces and nephews..."  
  • And the surveys?  Heaven!  What's not to love? 
Well, an hour and a half in and I already have serious buyers remorse.

No one tells you the dark side:  getting 45 emails in seven minutes and being unable  to understand how to respond to the people who haven't bothered to contact you via a visit, phone call, or blog comment (you know who you are).

All of the sudden I am in the middle of 27 "conversations" most of whom are between people that I DON'T KNOW.  I can't keep up.  I'm confused. I now understand what it is like to be Doug Beagley at a family reunion.

I just want my blog....   I can take a week and a half to complete my entry if I choose.  No one interrupts me.  It's peaceful here.

Ahhhh.  I feel better already.

p.s.  and beware to all my younger and hipper family and friends:  if I'm on Facebook, it can no longer be cool.  Sell Facebook. 

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Red, Whitish & Blue

NOTHING says  Patriotism more than Cherry, Lemon and Berry Blast Jello!  


I'm proud to say that this recipe is a Rowley Fourth of July tradition.  They may have taken our sparkler bombs and mortars with the recent fireworks ban, but they will not separate us from the tackiest dessert known to man.  It doesn't look good (as you can see), it doesn't taste good (as our guests can attest), but it screams America!  Sure Maine and the Great Northwest invariably slip off the plate and this year, we had a real problem with Texas drooping before Berry Blast was set, causing a tidal wave of blue sugar water on my freshly mopped floors.  But it was worth all the blood, sweat and three tiers to see this baby pop out of the mold and hear the ooh's and ahh's (or were those gasps?) of our fortunate guests.  Invariably there are turf wars (kind of like those in the game of Risk or between the Jets and the Sharks?) over who gets New York or California... standing rule is that you must have lived in a state to claim it as your own.  BTW, Cudo's to the rookie Tyler for taking it to Veteran Attendee Kory and staking claim to Florida.  Impressive.  Most Impressive. 

It's Manifest Destiny all over again.  I know that by this point you are unconsciously humming "I'm Proud to be an American"... and that's okay..  I understand.

If you are lucky enough to be invited to this social event of the summer next year, you may have the opportunity of savoring these bursts of flavor and celebrating the birth of our nation in the only way it was meant to be celebrated...  With J-E-L-L-O.  It will be worth the 365 days of anticipation.  But, if in the meantime you can't wait for your favorite shimmering dessert, you can pop down to Utah where it is always plentiful... the Jello may be green, but there will be lovely shredded carrots in it... and you can get it every day of the year.

God Bless the USA.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Whenever I Think About Pioneers


This month in church, we will be teaching the children of our ward about Mormon Pioneers and their trek across country to Utah. I love pioneer stories and have ever since I was a child. I love stories of their bravery, their humor and their quirks. While I don't believe I have any ancestors who crossed the plains, I feel like these incredible individuals are my heritage too.


I love that Steve comes from good ole' Pioneer Stock on both sides of his family. I chose an excerpt from a journal of a member of the Abraham Smoot Company. Steve's Great Great (I've lost track of the number of "Greats" to insert) Grandpa Ralph Nephi Rowley traveled in this same company. (Ralph loved Nephi so much he changed his middle name to honor him upon joining the church).

I love imagining little Levi and his mother bumping into the Rowley clan on a daily basis on that long dusty trail...
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Trail Excerpt:
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source:
Wolstenholme, Levi, Life Sketch of Levi Wolstenholme Sr. 2.


The saints finally started for Utah. Mother, now a tiny woman weighing no more than 98 pounds was a widow with we three children to care for. I was the youngest. Just three years old and I had grown to be a fat huskey youngster. We came to Salt Lake in Abram Smoot's company. My parents had joined what was known as the ten pound company while in England therefore our transportation was paid. Nevertheless my mother had to walk a great portion of the way and also carried me. I have often heard my sister Lavinia and brother Daniel tell of how mother would pick up cloths on her way and when night came would sit down, and take off her worn shoes. She then would wash her bleeding feet and wrap them up again in the cloths she had picked up. We finally arrived in Salt Lake City in the fall of 1852.
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Kind of puts things into perspective, huh? I'll try not to whine if the bus is crowded on the commute home today... Even though I reallllllly miss my parking pass.

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Gimp of My Dreams

Sorry Ladies... He's all Mine!

So, in retrospect, a two week road trip ten days after Steve's ankle surgery, may not have been the wisest choice we've ever made. But it did make for an interesting experience!

On May 16, Steve and I flew to Baltimore and rented a car. Two weeks later, we flew out again. We'd been in 8 states and 1 Canadian province and put 2,500 miles on the rental (we were determined that Thrifty Rent a Car wasn't going to make a nickel off of us!).

Despite Steve's ankle, despite the need to rent a wheel chair, despite 5 1/2 hours in the York, PA emergency room (now that was a cultural experience!), we had a wonderful trip! Steve was an amazing trooper. Every day we'd take off and explore these wonderful scenes from our church's and our nation's history... Every night Steve would unwind his bandages and find that his wound opening more and more! But Steve's sense of humor and adventure wouldn't hold him down.

A few examples of Steve's twisted brand of humor:

Day 3 found us in ER. We waited and waited. While drug addicts and newly released convicts (I kid you not) were seen and sent home, we continued to wait. Finally after more than four hours of waiting, we were assigned a room... or so we thought. We were led to "8H". 'Turns out "H" stood for "Hallway". So, we waited in the hallway for another 45 minutes. During this time Steve had time to consider though and became convinced that H actually stood for "High Priority." This is why I love this man. Through out the trip he also convinced me that all the women were jealous of me, because deep down, "every woman wants a Gimp." After pushing him in the wheelchair for two weeks (and actually losing a couple of pounds), I'm convinced he's right... it's very sexy! Especially when you get to load and unload every suitcase yourself.

In addition to spending time with the world's sexiest unipod, we saw so much that deepened our faith and our gratitude of living in this wonderful country. We spent time at Gettysburg, in Amish Country, we toured Harmony, Pennsylvania, and stood in sacred places in Fayette and Palmyra, New York. We visited Niagara Falls and Kirtland, Ohio. We spent a morning in Harpers Ferry and that afternoon at Antietam. We drove through the first area where Steve served his mission 30 years before and Steve was able to visit with some old, dear friends who took great care of him as he served there. In two days we toured Jefferson's, Madison's, Monroe's and Washington's homes. We had lunch with Brian's mission companion's parents in DC. We attended two different temples. On our last day we had a few hours to kill so we went to the world's fastest beach vacation and spent five minutes at the Jersey shore before returning to the airport. Tired, in desperate need of laundry services, and foot-sore (especially poor Steve!) but very happy.

Our wonderful Missionary Tour Guides at the Banks of the Susquehanna
Outside the Peter Whitmer FarmhouseThe Sacred Grove
Possibly the happiest day of his life...
the day when Steve toured the Joseph Smith Farm on a Jazzy Scooter!
Niagara Falls
Gnome enjoying the view
Maid Of the Mist... this was a blast!
Steve preaching on the same steps where Joseph Smith once preached.
Some day a bolt of lightening will find this man!
Harpers Ferry
Antietam Cemetary... Memorial Weekend

James and Dolly Madison Hanging out in their backyard.

Ahhh. The Sweet Release of a Car Nap

Mt Vernon

A funeral Cortage at Arlington Natl Cemtary

The Rowleys "Represent" at Gettysburg

The Site of Pickett's Charge

The DC temple with Tamara Lazarev...

The Jersey Shore

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Literally... The Best Weekend of My Life

My voice is gone, I'm exhausted and I gained 4 pounds in three days.  Sounds like the perfect Girls' Reunion!  Thanks to all the Female Beagley Gang for a great weekend.  There were too many aprons and not enough seem rippers.  Too many m & m's and not enough rice pudding. And the hours definitely flew by too quickly... Other than that it was perfect.


Every reunion I learn something about our family.  This weekend I had the startling revelation that something in Beagley DNA might make us just a tad bit dramatic.  This is probably not such a epiphany to Teri, Emily, Stephanie... or Steve for that matter.   Only a precious few of us dodged this Drama Gene!  As for the rest of us, we never met a story that we didn't like and the older we get the better we were!  Thanks to all of the "outlaws" for putting up with the sheer volume (both number of stories and decibels!) that we can seem to produce.

Megan, thank you especially for hosting...  You are an incredible hostess and do so much to bring our family together.  I love you all and look forward to the next time we will be together. 

GIRL POWER!!!!!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Parisian Pics


Monday was a Banner Day for the Rowley's. After only 7 months of waiting, we received two memory cards from Brian... filled with about 700 photos and a few precious movies. It was wonderful to see that he looks as happy as he sounds. He is certainly having many grand adventures.

Chinese New Year... in Paris
Chinese New Year Dinner Celebration...
apparently every dinner was like this for about a week. Back at the Eiffel Tower
A frozen fountain

Versailles
Note the performance art that the Elders are displaying in front of the priceless art work at Versailles. Can you say, "ugly Americans"?
At least there is one American that the Europeans can appreciate...

Yet another Cultural Experience for Elder Rowley