Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 5, 2007
Christmas-ish 2006

2005 -- The Year of Adventure
The first big item of business for the year was Andy’s application to BYU. It climaxed in a harrowing snowstorm drive on the last hour of the last day to deliver the final version. We waited and watched for official notification. When the letter arrived, Rob was the first to the mailbox (as is his habit). He pinched the letter, and called Berkeley and described the size and thickness of the envelope to the one person he knew would know what an acceptance letter looked like. Having verified that it was good news, Rob ferreted it off to the Faulconer’s, who helped him conjure up some believable University letterhead and compose a very empathetic rejection letter, which he placed in the mailbox. Andy was not duped, but had to admit it was an elegantly executed ruse. Rob revealed his satirical forgery in the third paragraph when he cited Andy’s messy bedroom as the deciding factor in the University’s rejection of his application. Andy missed his Provo High graduation exercises as we soon left for a semester abroad; the ersatz ceremony we held for him in London deserves no mention at all.





As Harry Potter fans all, we felt fortunate to have secured our copies of The Half-Blood Prince from the tiny neighborhood bookseller (where there would be no midnight throng of customers), freeing us to attend the release-night festivities with the rest of London at the Waterstone’s flagship bookstore at 311 Oxford Street. As we were leaving for Berlin and Prague only a day later, we had planned to start our reading marathon at midnight the very second we got our hands on the book (Julie read aloud for 20 hours with only one break),


We have so many happy memories of our 120 days at the Centre in London and beyond: attending the Hyde Park Ward, the pungent smell of the Paris Bagnolet ETAP hotel, or arriving at Stonehenge at 4:30 AM in time for an amazing sunrise over the heel stone two days before the summer solstice.
The Henry Moore sculptures at Perry Green, situated in his studios and in the fields of grazing sheep were seen to great advantage,
as were Dale Chihuly’s Venetian glass installations at Kew Gardens.
Sometimes we were rendered speechless by the intensity of the optical experience: a country walk through a field of Chinese red poppies that stretched to the horizon,
or the radiating symmetry of the gravestones at the American Cemetery near Cambridge.
We encountered the sublime as we approached the colossal chalk horses on West Country hillsides,
the Mediterranean sunsets on the beach in Cyprus,
or the view from the Astronomy Tower of the National Library in Prague.
Before we knew it, and far too quickly, it was time to head back to the mountains that defy being taken for granted.
(This photo was taken from my car as I drove home the other night--every night the sunset here is stunning.)











On his first day at BYU, Andy was hired to answer questions at the Info Desk in the Wilkinson Center (the BYU student union building). He approached this role with great confidence despite the fact that he knew virtually nothing about the location of any campus institutions. He proved to be a quick study so he was only dispensing incorrect information for the first month or so. Berkeley entered her junior year taking mostly English classes as she prepared for missionary service. During Rob’s senior year at Provo High he completed his Eagle Scout requirements and survived living alone with his parents by spending most of his time in the company of his outstanding gaggle of friends. The year ended with several family retreats to Midway, the first of which included a visit from my esteemed advisor at Ohio State, Myroslava Mudrak, and the second potentially constituted our last Christmas all together with the kids. We have many fond memories of the little village of Midway.



2006 -- The Year of Change
The New Year brought Rob’s application to BYU and Julie’s transition at Wasatch Elementary School from the part-time computer lab instructor to the full-time lead secretary.


Springtime came and brought another life-changing event, and this time Julie got to the mailbox first. Mormon families sometimes afford the opening of a missionary assignment a certain amount of ceremony, but apparently not my children. Julie hid the letter to keep Rob at bay, but he deduced its hiding place and hastily tore it open and announced to Berkeley (over the phone, while she was at work) that Hamburg, Germany (currently in Dortmund) would be her home for the next year and a half. Berkeley left for Germany on the 25th of July and she couldn’t be happier. Just after we got her safely ensconced in the MTC


Rob graduated with high honors (not those cords of shame Berkeley dragged around) from Provo High.




The end of the summer brought an extended family reunion

Rob currently resides at Bennion Hall at BYU. No word on first semester grades yet. He expects to leave on his mission after winter semester, and his call will probably come in February or March. Can you, gentle reader, fathom how much our lives have changed since last we wrote? We’re coming up on twenty-five years of marriage and are quite suddenly empty-nesters. As these transitions have been so meaningful for us, we claim now the indulgence of expressing how much we love these good and noble children of ours. These events are the fulfillment of some of our most profound ambitions for them, and we sense that they know where much is given much is required. We have been blessed beyond measure.
The fall brought a trip back home to Ohio. Berkeley’s darling, lifelong-friend Jenny Frost got married in the most beautiful week of the Ohio year and Scott and Pam,




This holiday season brings us to the end of what have been for us two eventful years. Julie and I compose this letter with competing purposes in mind. I imagine our posterity reading it as an essentialization of our lives, but in reality, this letter is an inadequate family history because we leave out so many important bits for the sake of brevity(!) or propriety (the stories I could tell about some of Rob’s teachers. . .) and because Julie reads over my shoulder and says, “That’s boring.” Thus, events that I believe generations hence will deem newsworthy are exorcized because of our (mostly Julie’s) concern for your time and attention span. We love to hear of YOUR lives, by any vehicle, at any length.

Andy wrote from the MTC: (Missionary Training Center, right near BYU where they both went for the aforementioned intense language training for 2 months.)

OH . . .YEEAAAAH! We never know who the speaker is until about 5 minutes before we start. There are always rumors that an apostle will speak so you just don’t get your hopes up. Then the man who tells elders off for not having their jackets on couldn’t keep a secret. He was just smiling like he knew something we didn’t, so it was pretty obvious someone good was here. It was announced, there was a quick intro, and his wife gave a 5-minute testimony about missionary work (it was good, but when we only get an hour for the devotional I was glad she cut it short). He specifically did not thank the choir for the musical number and he was right not to. (Bunch of pretentious . . .) He then gave a fantastic talk about, well, everything. I can’t think of anything that wasn’t covered or wouldn’t tie in and I wrote more notes than in my whole life. The Spirit was strong throughout the meeting (except when the choir sang) but at the close of his talk he told of an experience where he blessed the earth against the forces of nature, then he went on to give us an Apostolic blessing. You know when Sauron blows up in the first movie of The Lord of the Rings at the very beginning? That is what it was like—we were on the front row, and when he said those words, a physical wave came forth from him. It was amazing.
And from Berkeley:

Words to live by. May we all remember to pray and then notice when we’re blessed with strength and laughter.
Much love from,
Mark and Julie et al
Did you notice? Not one mention of the pets. What gives? Remember Julie’s critical eye? “Boring!” Okay, no pet stories. Except this one: Frances the Ferret died in August. Julie found her and, despite their differences, displayed genuine sympathy. After I had prepared Frances for burial, I went back to the cage to check on Charlotte (the surviving ferret, formerly known as “the nice ferret” or “the cute ferret”).
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