Friday, December 26, 2008

Christmas 2008


The good news: Lizzie and JT were in town for a few days, Joseph, Jenni and Owen arrived, and the Bowlers were in town for one night (and will spend a night with us on their way home). So we had a reasonably good crowd during the holidays.

Christmas Eve, however, was a little challenging - no grandchildren's nativity at the folks. Fortunately, Jane called to say they were doing a little gathering around a bonfire in their backyard and invited us over. Several of the cousins were there and it gave us a place to go on Christmas Eve.

Spencer spent the night with us and we had Owen to enjoy Christmas morning with. So we lined up in age order at 8:30 a.m. and had a fine Christmas morning. Grammie and Daddy Owen joined us for the morning, then went down to Close's for breakfast.

It was a cold, snowy day - perfect for Christmas. We made a brief outing to deliver gifts to the bishops and a few friends; we napped; we had a fine ham dinner; we nibbled; we ate chocolate; we played parlor games; and we went to bed early.

Little Owen is about the cutest little kid on the planet. It has been great fun having him here. He keeps us busy just taking pictures of him! It's something about that hair, I think.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

"May Peace Be With You...

"...this Day and Always."


We had yet another funeral this week. Alice Evans, the widow of Richard L. Evans, passed away late last week and the funeral was held at the Garden Park Ward on Tuesday, conducted by Bp. Close. He was a little stressed, as the mourners included Pres. Monson, Pres. Packer, Elder Nelson, Elder Oaks, Elder Ballard, and a smattering of Seventies. Pres. Monson came 45 minutes early and visited with the family and friends at the viewing, and spent a lot of time talking to the little children.

Alice Evans has been a widow for 37 years. She was 28 and Richard L. Evans was 32 when he was called as an apostle! He filled the vacancy created by the death of J. Golden Kimball in an automobile accident. During the year in which Richard L. Evans was the president of Rotary International, he and Alice visited Rotary Clubs in 60 countries.

Bp. Close was the last speaker on the program, but Pres. Monson then made concluding remarks. It was a great funeral; I think Calvin is glad it is over!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Reunion

The legendary Jay Welch passed away on Sunday, and his funeral was held today at the Bonneville Stake Center. Brother Welch was a professor of music at the University of Utah, led the Jay Welch Chorale, the Mormon Youth Symphony and Chorus, and for 17-plus years was associated with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir as organist, assistant conductor, and conductor. His family estimates that he either taught or conducted over 50,000 different people in the course of his career. He was a member of the Yale Ward for many years. The Bonneville Strings occasionally performs one of his compositions, "Pavane", in the prelude for stake conference. The Bonneville Stake Choir and Strings also use some of his arrangements.

Needless to say, the music at the funeral was incredible. A granddaughter played "Redard Variations", composed by Jay while a young missionary in Switzerland (then part of the Paris France Mission). The Redards were a family he taught and baptized, the the piece is essentially a series of variations on Chopsticks which the young Elder Welch would improvise on the Redard's piano as Sister Redard was preparing dinner. Quite incredible, really. This was a kid who graduated at age 19 from UCLA in math with a minor in music and was class valedictorian. He stayed in Paris after his mission to study at the Paris Conservatory.

But the main music was provided by members of the Tabernacle Choir with Mack Wilberg conducting and Richard Elliott at the organ. I love it when the Tabernacle Choir performs at the Bonneville Stake Center! And what made it even more fun was the gathering of past directors of the Choir. Donald Ripplinger (also my chorus teacher at Skyline High School),Gerald Ottley (from East Millcreek), and Craig Jessop were all in attendance. It was a great reunion of every living Choir director!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

At the MOMA

JT, Lizzie, and Jackson Pollock

Christmas at the Conference Center


As noted on the Grandparents' blog, we received last-minute tickets to the Mormon Tabernacle Christmas Concert, featuring Brian Stokes Mitchell and Edward Herrmann. As always, it was the event of the year. Mitchell rendition of The Animal's Christmas was worth the price of admission. The narration was done by Herrmann who was, among other things, FDR in the film version of Annie.

Here is the complete program (just click on the image to see it full size).







Saturday, December 06, 2008

Have Sheet, Will Travel

It snowed in Loveland today - one of a handful of days in a typical winter when snow reaches this far south in Ohio. It was a light snow but it continued throughout the day, keeping us indoors most of the day.

Which was fine. I brought my black sheet with me, we duct-taped it to the wall, and did a photo shoot of the lovely Lesan family:


The Lesan Family

QEII

Matthew Bryant Lesan

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Thanksgiving at the Club

Normal people have Thanksgiving dinner at grandmother's house. At least, that's they way we always picture it. For the past few years, our Thanksgiving dinners have been major events, with the entire extended family at the Yale Ward building. But after Grandma died, some of the fun went out it. Who can forget the first Thanksgiving dinner without her when Grandpa started crying, then we all started crying, and then everything was so sad we all went home. It must have been something of a downer for the full-time missionaries who joined us for dinner that year.

But this year was not our first year without having the family together for Thanksgiving. Once, for reasons I no longer remember, some of us had Thanksgiving dinner at Cedar Ridge in the Grand Canyon while others were off somewhere else. And some of our best memories are the two Thanksgiving dinners we had at the Arizona Club when no extended family was town.

This year was destined to be one of those years when the family scattered. The Bowlers went with Chris' family to Williamsburg. Spencer, the Rowans and the J's all traveled to Ohio and had dinner at the Lesan's. And Kathleen and I went to Greenwich to visit the Davis's.

It didn't seem worth the trouble to put together a big turkey dinner at the Davis's apartment for just the four of us, so we did what we had done in Scottsdale on those quieter Thanksgivings - we had dinner at the club.

Sami linked up with us in New York and we had a lovely dinner at the Harvard Club. What could be more appropriate than a traditional Thanksgiving dinner at that most traditional of New England institutions, the Harvard Club! As Lizzie noted, it was the best Thanksgiving ever!


Saturday, November 29, 2008

On the Avenue


Greenwich Avenue, Greenwich, Connecticut
28 November 2008

As we all know by now, Black Friday was blacker than usual this year. While Wal-Mart was busier than ever, the more upscale the store, the weaker the sales. Greenwich Avenue, the local equivalent of Rodeo Drive, was frighteningly quiet on the Friday after Thanksgiving. And like so many of the others on the Avenue, we did a lot of looking but no buying.

Although we were tempted when a salesman in the women's formal wear department in Saks Fifth Avenue exclaimed that the evening gown we were looking at was "insanely inexpensive." With a price of $3,500, we thought he had said "insanely expensive," but he clarified his declaration by noting that the dress was originally priced at $14,000, had been marked down 50% to $7,500, and today was reduced another 50%. It was tempting, but since the gown seemed to missing most of the top half we deduced that the insane price reduction was probably because some of the fabric was missing. Besides, we were holding out for triple markdowns, not just double markdowns.

Not everything, or course, was on sale. The Burberry cashmere overcoat was still fully priced at $10,000. After perusing these items, some others did seem like bargains. The ladies nightgown for only $288 was a steal. And could it be that men's ties at Brooks Brothers were only $99 for two?!

We were tempted, but we were strong. We saved our money for lunch at Meli-Melo, a little French crepe and soup restaurant with maximum seating of 25 (if you include our three seats at the counter). The food was excellent, the atmosphere cheery, the homemade ice cream delicious, and at $30 for three, it was insanely inexpensive.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

It's Only a Game

I did my part: I hung the BYU flag on the front porch, I wore my BYU sweatshirt and hat to the carwash, the cleaners and Smith's. We had Maddie and her friends in the basement and Noah and Chester upstairs (while Calvin and Dolly went to the stadium). Spencer came over. We ate chile and nibbled on chips and salsa. But I guess having the U double BYU's points makes sense. After all, they caught all of their passes and most of ours too.

But, hey, it's only a game. I worked on Quicken and filed papers the entire time and had a very productive afternoon. And BYU's loss is less bitter knowing that it brings millions of dollars to the conference!

Monday, November 03, 2008

Beautiful Downtown Scipio

In honor of the J's, we made a brief stop at the Texaco on our way home Bryce Canyon. In a world that seems so uncertain, little has changed in Scipio.



Saturday, November 01, 2008

I'm older than I once was...


...But younger than I'll be


Sixty-one already! Last year for the big 6-0 we canceled a trip to the Grand Canyon because I had to be in New York on business. So instead we had dinner at the Harvard Club and saw Wicked.

This year we canceled a trip to the Grand Canyon because, well, because I am older than I once was... The drive to the Canyon being 10+ hours, it seemed a little much to drive all day, spend one day there, and drive all the way back the next day. That made better sense when 1) we were younger and 2) it was a four hour drive.

So we canceled our reservations at the Bright Angel, drove five hours to Bryce Canyon and had a wonderful time. We checked into our cabin at the old Bryce Canyon Lodge and took a quick hike down the Navajo Loop trail - passing the famous window that was the site of a famous photograph a generation ago (think Kathy Walker's legs) - through the narrow slot known as Wall Street, then back up the switchbacks in time for photographs at sunset followed by a birthday dinner at the Lodge.

Friday morning we were up before dawn to enjoy the sunrise. We then went for a spectacular 10-mile hike around the Fairyland Loop. The scenery seemed so unreal it was almost like being in Disneyland (but with no restrooms and no miniature train). We enjoyed Halloween Dinner at the famed Ruby's Inn.

Saturday I took a 6-mile run down through the canyon while Kathleen did a shorter hike. We had breakfast at the Lodge - the last meal of the season, as the Lodge closed on November 1 at noon! Then had a pleasant drive home.

It was a wonderful birthday, evidenced tonight by a bad case of the Kaibab shuffle. There is something wonderful about the stiffness that comes from canyon hiking!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Beautiful Downtown Las Vegas

Every year we rotate our annual Board planning meeting to a different state where one of our banks in headquartered. We have been to some nice places - The Broadmoor in Colorado Springs (Vectra Bank Colorado), the Biltmore in Phoenix (National Bank of Arizona), Torrey Pines in California (California Bank & Trust), the Houstonian (Amegy Bank of Texas). This year Nevada State Bank was the host, so off to Las Vegas we went!

For me it makes very little difference: I spend 90% of my time there in a windowless hotel conference room that could be anywhere in the world. Generally my only contact with the outside world is a run or two (my favorite of which was through the state park at Torrey Pines).

Still, Las Vegas was better than it sounds. The Palazzo was wonderful - a large room with a step down living area (see the view from our window at right), a faux St. Mark's square (where it is twilight 24-7), a Grand Canal lined with restaurants and shops. And if Venice grows old, you are only a short stroll away from Paris, New York, Egypt (the Luxor), Treasure Island, or even medieval England. That's the great thing about Las Vegas - hardly any of the new hotels have a Las Vegas theme! Jesselie Anderson said it best as we entered "St. Mark's Square" in the Venetian: "This is unreal!" How true.

Mom had a nice visit with Steve and Jill and I had a swell time in the Board meetings. I did get a couple of runs in along the Strip. And on Friday night after our company dinner at Postrio's (the Wolfgang Puck restaurant in the Venetian) we all had tickets to Blue Man Group. BMG is a bit odd - it seemed like of a set of gags that some high school kids did at the senior assembly, but with a million-dollar budget.

We drove the new Camry to and from: 41 mpg going South (downhill) and 35 mpg going North (uphill). And some how along the way, the satellite radio started working. We enjoyed it for about an hour, but then our free access must have expired. Oh well. That's the thing about XM Radio - easy come, easy go. Just like Las Vegas.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

"A Place to Mend and a Time to Heal..."

Chuck Pyle Returns to Greyhaven

For most of the past 35 years, I have been a banker in one form or another: Citibank, Michigan National, Zions. I lived in New York City when Franklin National failed and Chase Manhattan got caught up in the REIT crisis. I lived in a hotel room in Oklahoma City in 1983 after Penn Square Bank failed, and sat with Bud Stoddard outside the board room at night while the board voted to ask for his resignation. I lived in Scottsdale when Lincoln Savings imploded and over 1,000 banks failed during the real estate crisis of 1988-1992. But the past few months have had my head spinning. This past week alone, the stock of Zions saw a 39% swing between the high and low, and ended somewhere in the middle.

So I shut down my computer about 5:00 p.m. on Friday, wended my way out of the labyrinth that passes for our underground parking garage, and let the tension melt away as I drove up Big Cottonwood Canyon.

The occasion, of course, was the final concert of the season at Greyhaven with the Zen Cowboy himself, Chuck Pyle. "The rush of the music, the joy of the tunes." What could be more mellow than Chuck's Zen advice to "ride the horse the direction it's going," or his recitation of this bumper sticker from Iowa: "Dying in Des Moines is Redundant."

Momma Kath had two pots of her famous chili on the stove. Spencer had set up the chairs and the sound system, and he and Chuck had completed the sound check.

The show was well attended - Rick and Carolyn Evans, John and Christie Mabey, Ralph Finlayson, a good group of Chuck Pyle regulars, and an assortment of Spencer's friends (including Patrick Moench!)

Spencer opened with a couple of Buddy Mondlock numbers: The Leaving and Sara Kills the Day. Then Chuck stepped up to the mic and began the first set. Here is the playlist:

Power of One
My Grandpa's Hands
The Remember Song
Over the San Luis
Other Side of the Hill
Two Trees
Affected by the Moon
Intermission
Step by Step
A Time to Decide/Endless Days
Fine Automobile
Yucki Shushi
Sedona Ramona (requested by SCH)
A Mystery to Me
Angel
Cheap Little Ring
Colorado
Back in Yellowstone
Keep It Simple
Keeping Time by the River
Lay This Old Guitar Down (encore by request of Pops)

There was good magic - two hours of great songs with Chuck "playing this old Martin again," a wonderful audience, and the unmatched ambiance of Greyhaven.

There will come a day when Chuck will "lay this old guitar down." But today was not that day!


Monday, October 13, 2008

Happy Columbus Day!

Baptism font in the old cathedral of Barcelona, where the Indians brought back by Columbus were baptized

It's true that Columbus was not really sure where he was going - his goal was simply to sail west until he reached somewhere in Asia - and remained mistaken throughout his life about where he had actually gone. But for all that uncertainty, his remarkable voyage in 1492 changed the world.

In today's world obsessed with political correctness, it is in vogue to criticize Columbus for somehow being responsible for the death and subjugation of the people of the New World. But as Columbus wrote and the Book of Mormon confirms, he was driven by the Holy Ghost to see his history-making journey through to its world-changing conclusion. It hardly seems fair to blame him for what came afterwards, anymore than it would be fair to blame Henry Ford for global warming.

It is well to remember that his life made our life possible.

Happy Columbus Day!

Monday, September 29, 2008

More Matthew Bryant Lesan

Because you asked for more photos:







Sunday, September 21, 2008

Buddy Comes Back to Greyhaven


Buddy Mondlock's return to Greyhaven was a much anticipated event, and no one was dissapponted. I spent Friday night at the cabin, and Spencer came up Saturday morning to set up the sound equipment (did I mention that Greyhaven now has its own sound system?), move the furniture, etc. Buddy showed up about 4:30 p.m. in his Subaru, filled with the accumulation of weeks on the road.

With Buddy on site, we did a sound check and fine tuned the system to his liking. He then offered to do a sound check for Spencer (who was opening for Buddy).

Buddy seemed genuinely glad to see us and wanted to hear all about the family, and told us all about his. We were certainly happy to welcome him back to Greyhaven.

It was a dark and stormy night - several waves of rain rolled over the canyon, including some hail - but spirits were not dampened. We had a pot of Momma Kath's famous chili prepared for the guests, who came drifting in around 7:00 p.m. Anke Summerhill, the local singer-songwriter, brought a plate of fruit and cheese; Cori Conners brought some homemade pumpkin loaf; Whitney and Jane brought Anna. Blake and Amy returned with special memories - things had first clicked for them on the bridge two years ago at Buddy's concert!

At 7:30 Spencer welcomed the crowd and started the night with a couple of Chuck Pyle covers (Sedona Ramona and Colorado) as a promo for next month's concert. That's right, Spencer opened for Buddy Mondlock. There's something for the resume! After his set, he turned the microphone over to Buddy. Here is the playlist:

The Leaving
Cats of the Coliseum
Magnolia Street
Fence in the Storm
Mud
Nobody Knows Nothing
New Jersey Sunset
You Had Decided to Leave Me
The Birds
Westbound Fast Lane
[Intermission]
The Principle of Uncertainty
Coming Down in the Rain
What Do I Know?
The Simple Touch
Stranger in a Strange Land
Cowboys Born Out of Their Time
Poetic Justice (with harmonies by Brianna!)
The Laughing Woman
Sara Kills the Day
The Kid
No Choice
I Count You My Friend (encore)

It was a full house of music lovers - and Buddy successfully recreated the magic of that great 2006 concert. But how can you go wrong when Buddy Mondlock comes to your cabin and sings The Kid, standing right there on the rug! Buddy, we feel fortunate to count you our friend!

Next up: Chuck Pyle on October 17th. See House Concerts at Greyhaven for details.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Matthew Bryant Lesan


12 September 2008
7 lbs 4 0z
19"

And it has Bluetooth...



Early this summer Kathleen set a goal to sell the Avalon in August (before it had 50,000 miles), so we have been researching options for several weeks. Not wanting to offend Al Gore - and under the duress of $4/gallon gasoline - fuel efficiency was an important criteria. The Toyota Prius is, of course, the category king here, but it is also a compact car and we wanted something where we could take the grandparents in back seat down to Steve's cabin, etc. And not only were Prius' very hard to find (Mark Miller Toyota does not even have a demo to drive, and their waiting list is about six months; used models are virtually unheard of), they sell for a premium that is hard to justify.

So we began looking at other options, and came across the Camry Hybrid. Although one category smaller than the Avalon, it is considerably more roomy than most of the high fuel efficiency cars we could find (which are, in fact, tiny). The premium for Hybrid on a Camry is relatively small (compared to the very large premium for a Prius over a similarly-sized Corolla). And it avoids making a pro-Gore statement while still allowing one to do his part for the environment.

Being a whiz at the Internet (with her new green laptop), Mom finally found a viable candidate: a metallic silver 2008 Camry Hybrid with - get this - less than 1500 miles on it. That's right, 15 hundred miles. The car was owned very briefly by a man whose wife contracted an eye disease and can no longer drive - they traded in a Honda mini-van and this new Camry for a single Acura. The Camry is fully loaded: leather seats, sunroof, navigation system, remote entry, Homelink, you-name-it.

So after the priesthood leadership meeting this morning (part of our 73-stake conference), she convinced me to go down to Jody Wilkinson Acura and take a look.

The sales rep Mom had dealt with on the telephone was James Taylor - not that James Taylor, but a very nice, clean-cut guy about 30. Grammie would have immediately pegged him as being honest. We asked him to have his used car buyer give us a trade-in value on the Avalon, and when he saw our address he was dumbfounded: his parents are the Taylors at 1458 Harvard (next to the Plumb's)! He grew up in the neighborhood, and recently sold his condo and is living temporarily with his parents while he looks for a new house.

It was meant to be. We drove home a beautiful 2008 silver Camry Hybrid, listening in wonder to the silence at every stop sign, and somewhat smug in the knowledge that we had actually purchased a (nearly) new Hybrid below MSRP! Spencer helped us get Mom's cell phone connected to the built-in Bluetooth, and now all we argue about is who gets to drive.

"As right as right can be"


You remember the story. The man's shoelace breaks; the new shoelaces make the old shoes look shabby; new shoes make the old pants look shabby; etc.

As you know, we acquired a wonderful Veloy Eaton painting of Cove Fort, but to make it look right in the dining room, we really needed to repaint the walls. One step leads to another and we are now living in a construction camp where everything is coated with a layer of fine, white dust. While the mud crew was working patching holes in the dining room, kitchen, basement, and Lizzie's old bedroom, the painting crew has busied themselves painting the exterior of the house. Meanwhile, the kitchen is closed, the dining room furniture has been divided between the living room and the garage, and Lizzie's bedroom furniture has been divided between the landing and our bedroom.

Painting the outside window frames made the railings look dated, and they couldn't be painted until Salt City Ironworks could come out and weld on a new fleur de lis which had broken off some years ago. And painting the railings highlighted the cracks in the concrete steps near the street. Some of the windows could not be painted without first doing some serious pruning on the long-overgrown cherry tree. And once all that work is finished, the old aluminum storm door would look terribly out of place.

Spencer tore the carpet out of the bedroom today and has agreed to add new quarter-round to the baseboards. (By the way, Spencer cleans up his work considerably better than our other contractors!). And Kathleen has taken on the role of general contractor, coordinating the coming and going of mud-men, painters, ironworkers, concrete men, arborists, and various storm door contractors.

But I think the painting will look fabulous in the dining room!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Daddy's Little Buckeye

In response to many requests, here are a few pictures of QE2 from the past week or so. Enjoy!