Horse Sense

Horse Sense

Grandpa Knowles called it “horse sense”.  If anyone knew horses, he did.  He spent a portion of his young adulthood catching and breaking wild horses, and then donating them to the Rough Riders.  (His mom forbad him to go off with Teddy to fight in the Spanish American War, so this was his service to his country.)  To do that, you come to know what horse sense means.

Horse Sense
Grandpa Knowles as I Remember Him

I spent my first 10 years close to my grandfather’s side.  We’d go on walks together.  He’d tell me stories and sing me songs while bouncing me on his knee.  And, when I would do something unwise he’d say, “Brent, use your horse sense.”  Over time I came to know that expression as another way to follow your conscience and listen to those warning voices.

He was a wise man, and not someone to be trifled with.  He was well versed in politics (a stanch Republican), the scriptures (many of which were memorized), gardening and butchering (not to forget his career with the railroad too.)

Skipping Ahead 50 Years

If Grandpa were alive today he’d be disgusted with politics in general.  Uncategorically, I think I am safe to say, he’d be disgusted with the politics of every president since Ike (with the exception of Reagan, perhaps)… until now.  The same can be said about many of the presidential candidates over the past 50 years.  Grandpa, undoubtedly, would not support them.

I wasn’t for Donald Trump.  I didn’t vote for him, and in fact, tried to persuade friends to vote for someone else.  While I am impressed with Trump’s business prowess, too many people I trusted and believed led me down a path where I began to distrust Donald Trump.

Acceptance

I accept the election results.  Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect.  I am glad we didn’t end up with Bernie Sanders, Gary Johnson, John Kasich, or heaven forbid, Hillary Clinton.  Like with Barack Obama, I said, ‘Let’s see what he does.’

Tweets vs Speeches

Donald Trump’s Tweets have brought much controversy.  I told my dad it is as though President Trump has a mild case of Turrett’s Syndrom when it comes to his Tweets.  It is also difficult to tell the tone of a Tweet.  Face to face, one can read someone’s expressions.  You cannot do that with a Tweet.  For that reason, I take Tweets with a large grain of salt.

Making it a habit to listen to presidential speeches, I see the Donald Trump I studied years ago.  The man is brilliant.  Anyone who says he isn’t, is either being ignorant or malicious.  His speeches I’ve listened to have proven his brilliance, as well as his courage.

Example of Courage and Brilliance

Today our president is in Utah.  He gave a speech announcing the return of Federal land to the State of Utah.  His justification – Federal Overreach.  Horse sense.  Absolute horse sense.

He then has the courage to declare that we will recognize Jerusalem the capital of Jerusalem.   “This is nothing less than a recognition of reality,” he said.  Horse sense.  Absolute horse sense.

I don’t recall hearing any of his presidential speeches where he hasn’t been talking horse sense.

The Trolls

Bring out the trolls.  I’m watching the Internet as he’s giving his speech.  Inflammatory remarks like, “Thanks for starting World War III,” were being posted.  But, the one I got the biggest chuckle out of was, “What gives him the right to move Israel’s capital?”

If he said the sky was blue, there would be trolls to counteract his statement.

Myself

For myself, Trump has impressed me every step of his presidency.  Putting aside the subjectiveness of the Tweets, he obviously loves God, our country and family.

Dinner

Because my wife is having surgery on my birthday, we celebrated today by going to Longhorn.  Our favorite waitress was there.  As she saw us she said, “HI!  I was just thinking the other day it is about time I see you.”

That made us feel very welcomed.  She treated us very well and it was a wonderful birthday dinner.

Drizzle

Drizzle

A beautiful autumn day for a drive except for one thing… drizzle.  We saw beautiful autumn colors on the drive to Pennsylvania, except I couldn’t photograph them because of the drizzle.

I guess using de-haze on them would brighten the colors, but not enough to make it look decent.  Besides, the raindrops would make the image too soft.

Cuba Cheese

We stopped at Cuba Cheese, but didn’t get much.  One of the cheddars we got had a unique flavor, and was quite good.  The other was okay, but lackluster.

I brought bread slices to put the cheese on.  I’m glad I planned ahead.

At Jennifer’s House

We arrived at Jennifer’s house just a few minutes before the children got home from school.  It was fun watching them come home from school.  They grow every time we see them.

We enjoyed a nice dinner with them and time visiting with Spencer.  Spencer has to leave after dinner to go to Utah (where he works).  He has a long drive ahead of him.

They bought acreage in Utah to build a house.  However, they have work to do on their house in Pennsylvania and the children have the school year to complete.

 

Home Safe

Home Safe

I’m home safe and sound. Paul and I left South Bend, Indiana, about 10am this morning and headed straight home.  It’s been a fun month, but I’m so happy to be home.

We left on September 4th, and here it is October 4th and our trip has come to an end.   In the last 4 1/2 weeks we have seen the sublime, the absurd, the funny, the sad and more.  We’ve seen president’s graves, and birth places. Temples of the Lord and old abandoned places were on our route too.  We’ve seen it all.

It is probably too soon to ask if I’d do it again, but under different conditions, I think I would.  One would be to have Elizabethe come with me.  Perhaps we’ll figure out a road trip where she won’t get bored to tears.

The Drive Home

The drive home started last week after reaching the end of Route 66 in Santa Monica, California.  We got up the next morning and drove to Scotts Valley, California.  The day after that we drove to Reno, Nevada, where we spent the night with my old high school buddy Jack.  After Reno we headed to my daughter Amber’s house in Saratoga Springs, Utah.  Our next stop was Cheyenne, Wyoming for the weekend.  (I served in Cheyenne 40 years ago in 1977!!!)  We got up Monday and headed to Omaha, Nebraska.  Tuesday we stopped in South Bend, Indiana, and now we’re home.

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Me and My Daughter Amber’s Family

Bitter Cold

Bitter Cold

It is bitter cold today.  Many people think it is bitter cold all of the time in this part of New York.  It isn’t.  What is true is we get lots of precipitation, which equates to snow in the winter.  The usually warmer winter weather keeps that snow melted much of the time.

While it is in the low teens today, they are saying in a couple of days it will be near 60F.  That will melt all this snow and then the cycle will begin again.  Until then, it is bitter cold today.

Hearing about the storms in Utah and the west, I’m thinking… they sure have a misconception about our harsh winters.  One big difference is this… they will get a harsh storm, and then it will be sunny and 18F for a few days.  We’ll get a harsh storm, and then it will be overcast and 53F for a few days.

Painting

I’ve been painting all day.  It is both rewarding and frustrating at the same time.  With practice, I’ll overcome the frustrations.  Until then, I keep trying.

Digital painting is as real as oil painting (as an example).  Oil painting if you goof up, you might take a rag or a spatula and scrape of the paint.  Digital painting you press the ctrl-Z key until you’ve removed your mistake.  Thus, digital painting goes quicker than oil painting.

I do, however, miss the smell of linseed oil and turpentine.

Baptism Day

Baptism Day

Today is baptism day for one of our granddaughters.  We headed off to Pennsylvania at 7 a.m. so we could attend her baptism.  The 4 hour drive is becoming quite familiar.

We arrived in time to attend Priesthood and Relief Society.  Their small branch has more people than I expected.

After the meetings two people came up and said they used to live in Palmyra.  They named off several ward (and former ward) members like the Wards, Dahnekes, Denoskeys and more.  Talk about a small world.

I was asked to give the talk on the Holy Ghost — something I’ve done many times.  (In fact, I think I gave that talk at her brother’s baptism too.)

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Baptism Day

She was baptized by her dad, and then we headed back to Jennifer’s house.

They had the sister missionaries over.  One of them was from Twin Falls, Idaho, and the other from Logan (College Ward), Utah.    Both of them go home on Tuesday!  Talk about short-timers.

B&B

For my birthday present, Jennifer put us up at a B&B in Ridgeway, Pennsylvania (about 7 miles south of their place).  It was dark when we got there and hard to see the house numbers, but we found it.

Talk about a well kept, elegant house!  This 1860’s house is immaculate inside and out.

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The Room We Stayed In

 

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The B&B We Stayed At

 

Sherwoods in Utah

Sherwoods in Utah

The joke in the family is that I run in to someone I know wherever I go.  Today it was the Sherwoods in Utah.  I actually don’t know this Sherwood family, but I know the dad, Paul Sherwood.  He served in the temple with us.  I think his name is Don.  We also served in the temple under his uncle, Bill Sherwood, who was the previous temple president before President Brighton.

We enjoyed our visit at Amber’s ward.  They commented about the high number of visitors, but that would mean they have a rather small ward for Utah.  The High Priest Group was a decent size, and they seem to have a LOT of Primary age children.

After church it was time for a nap.

Ben and Natalie and Bradley and Rebecca and Zoe came over for dinner and Amber prepared TWO roasts – one beef and one pork – for dinner.

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Sunday Dinner in Utah

Our Sunday evening was delightful.  It was fun spending time kids and grandkids.

Elizabethe helped Brianna clean her room.  The two of them had fun.  At one point, Brianna came downstairs and said, “Grandpa, come!  And bring your camera.”

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Little Miss Show-off

Her and Nana managed to get her room cleaned and neat. She didn’t want a picture of her room as much as she wanted a picture of herself posing in the door way.

Ben and Jason played pool most of the evening while I copied images from the last few days over to my laptop.  I also installed Windows 10 on my laptop after Jason was the guinea pig.

Cove Fort

Cove Fort

For the first time in my life I visited Cove Fort.  This is a fort that was built to give rest to tired travelers.  It sits at the junction of I-15 and I-70 in central Utah.

Three of the girls and their kids, Elizabethe and me went down there and met up with Jake, Aaron and Curtis from the Church History Department.  I did some photography for them while the ladies and kids took the tour.  We then had a nice picnic lunch on the grounds.

This was the home for Ira Hinckley, an ancestor to my daughters and also Gordon B. Hinckley.  Thus, it has historical significance to the church, and also my children and grandchildren.

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Cove Fort

It was fun learning the history about it.  And, it was fun taking photos that will be used in a web site about Cove Fort!

When traveling on I-15 through Utah, it was worth the stop for the 45-60 minute visit.  (Clean restrooms too!)  The fort is owned by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and free tours are given daily.  (And, who would expect to find an old abandoned truck at a church-owned site?)

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Old Truck at Fort Cove

I rode home with Rebecca and Zoe and we made a stop by Paul O’Donnell’s.  It was nice to see him.  We didn’t have much time to visit, but it was nice all the same.

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Paul O’Donnell

Rebecca dropped me off at Amber’s house and continued on to the baby shower.  I spent the evening shooting pool with my two sons-in-law – Jason and Ben.  It was a blast.  I introduced them to Badfinger (that was the band we put in our play list on Pandora) and we shoot pool to music I grew up on.

Waffle Love

Waffle Love

Today’s breakfast was at Waffle Love.  It’s a small hole-in-the-wall place in Provo.  It’s a bit on the pricey side, but the waffles are sure good.

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Waffle Love, Provo, Utah

After that, we went to look at the Provo City Center Temple.  This is the former Provo Tabernacle turned temple.  It’s near completion from the looks of things, and is quite pretty.

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Provo City Center Temple

Our next stop was to find me a blazer.  They are hard to find here, and given so many men in Utah wear suits on Sunday, I figured we’d find one.  I struck out at Ross and Kohl’s, so we went to Mr. Mac’s.  Not only did I find one, it was on sale!  To top that off, it fit well right off the rack, so I bought it.

Tomorrow the plan is to go to Cove Fort, so we ended the day with a trip to the store to buy sandwich stuff .  We have to leave at 6am so we plan to just grab the food, put it in the ice chest and make our lunch at Cove Fort.

Sunny and Cool

Sunny and Cool

Today is sunny and cool.  In the shade it can be quit chilly, but in the sunshine it’s nice.  I figured that makes good walking weather.

With it being Memorial Day Weekend, there were a lot of people at the Smith Farm.  The parking lot at one point was about 50% full.

While walking through the grove I met folks from Indiana, Utah, Pennsylvania, New York (of course), but not many from the west.

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My Favorite Spot in the Grove

Someone asked me today, “Do you think they know where the actual spot is?”

My response is this… if anyone does, they would not tell because they would not want people doing stuff like this to it…

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Vandalism in the Grove

I don’t know who “BYA” is, just that he visited in 2012 and vandalized on of the trees in the Sacred Grove.  I would hope by now that he has repented.  And, for this very reason, vandalism, I think the location will remain sacred to those to whom it has been revealed.

Those trees that were there in the spring of 1820 know, as do the rocks that witnessed that special event.  I wonder how many people actually stop and think about the significance of that event.

Let’s think about this…

  • A boy, who has never prayed out loud before, goes to the woods behind the family log home to pray.
  • As he prays, he says a light descends and when it rests upon him, he looks up and sees two men.
  • One man, calling him by name, points to the other and says, “This is my beloved Son.  Hear Him.”

This was 195 years ago.  Has anything happened like this since?

Going back in biblical history, the closet thing that comes to it is 2,000 years ago when Jesus goes to John the Baptist to be baptized and we hear the voice of the Father announcing him as his “beloved Son”.

So, when you think about Palmyra, think about what is claimed to have happened in the Sacred Grove.  Take a reverent walk through the grove.  I’m sure if you ask, God will let you too know what happened there.

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The Sacred Grove

Small World and Weddings

I photograph lots of weddings, and some times, I do not see a single person I know. Other times, the connections are amazing.

Take today’s wedding. I asked a family, obviously from out-of-town, where they were from. They said Highland, Utah. I told them my brother lives there, and told them where. They responded back that it was close to where they live. As the conversation progressed, I learned they live across the street from my brother.

The bride turned out to be the cousin of one of my home teaching families.

Small world… especially at some weddings.