by Eliza
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Soccer Debut
by Eliza
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
26.2 - The National Marathon
"There will come a day when I can no longer to this, but today was not that day!"
Although today seemed pretty close to that day. But then, as they say in the Marine Corps, "Pain is weakness leaving the body."
We began the day at 4:45 a.m. in order to catch the 5:30 train from Alexandria to the starting line at RFK Stadium. It was a very cold morning - in the mid-30s. So cold, in fact, that I went out last night and purchased some long pants and a warm hat, and was glad I did. The runners included Holly, Rob and Ann and about 8,000 others, most of them running the half-marathon.
Things got underway right on time at 7:00 a.m. We were in the 10 minute/mile starting corral, and it took us about 10 minutes just to cross the starting line. The first 13 miles went past the Capitol and along the Mall, then north through the neighborhoods and looped back around to the Stadium - a nice route. The half-marathoners finished back at the Stadium, but the long-distance folks looped down around the stadium, then back past the Capitol and along the Mall for a little ways until turning South and running back East along (and across) the river.
My nemisis returned at about Mile 20 - I could feel my calves on the verge of seizing up, so I slowed down considerably (probably walking 5 of the last 6 miles) and took several breaks to stretch the muscles, but to little avail. I did prevent a major seize-up until I was about a 1/2 mile from the finish line, when my right calf knotted up. I worked out the painful cramp and pretty much limped my way in to the finish.
But finish I did. Nine of the ten grandchildren, Kathleen, Holly, Rob, Lizzie, JT, Ada were all there waiting with the announcer and Bart Yasso. As I came within sight, the announcer hollered, "Pops is in the house!" and several of the kiddos came out and crossed the finish line with me! This was clearly a long awaited event.
Having completed my third marathon in three years, I now go on an official three-year break: there will no marathons in Spain beyond the three-year endurance test of presiding over the mission!
Although today seemed pretty close to that day. But then, as they say in the Marine Corps, "Pain is weakness leaving the body."
We began the day at 4:45 a.m. in order to catch the 5:30 train from Alexandria to the starting line at RFK Stadium. It was a very cold morning - in the mid-30s. So cold, in fact, that I went out last night and purchased some long pants and a warm hat, and was glad I did. The runners included Holly, Rob and Ann and about 8,000 others, most of them running the half-marathon.Things got underway right on time at 7:00 a.m. We were in the 10 minute/mile starting corral, and it took us about 10 minutes just to cross the starting line. The first 13 miles went past the Capitol and along the Mall, then north through the neighborhoods and looped back around to the Stadium - a nice route. The half-marathoners finished back at the Stadium, but the long-distance folks looped down around the stadium, then back past the Capitol and along the Mall for a little ways until turning South and running back East along (and across) the river.
My nemisis returned at about Mile 20 - I could feel my calves on the verge of seizing up, so I slowed down considerably (probably walking 5 of the last 6 miles) and took several breaks to stretch the muscles, but to little avail. I did prevent a major seize-up until I was about a 1/2 mile from the finish line, when my right calf knotted up. I worked out the painful cramp and pretty much limped my way in to the finish.
But finish I did. Nine of the ten grandchildren, Kathleen, Holly, Rob, Lizzie, JT, Ada were all there waiting with the announcer and Bart Yasso. As I came within sight, the announcer hollered, "Pops is in the house!" and several of the kiddos came out and crossed the finish line with me! This was clearly a long awaited event.
Having completed my third marathon in three years, I now go on an official three-year break: there will no marathons in Spain beyond the three-year endurance test of presiding over the mission!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Who Loves the Bonneville Stake?
It was a memorable weekend.
Elder Douglas Callister and Elder Patrick Price were our stake conference visitors. We began the day on Saturday at 7:30 a.m. at the stake office. They met with the entire presidency for 30 minutes, then with me for 15 minutes, and then began a series of interviews - 34 in total, including the entire high council and all currently serving bishops. John Mabey and I stayed the entire day, directing traffic and trying to reduce tension. A third of the way through the interviews, Elder Callister noted that they had already seen more priesthood leadership than they typically see in a full set of interviews in other stakes.
The interviews were completed about 12:30 p.m. After a few minutes of deliberation, Elder Callister invited me back into the office to discuss their decision. I then called the candidate and invited him to come over with his wife as soon as possible. In the meantime, we ate lunch provided by the Kathleen, Linda Babcock and Carolyn Evans.
By the time the new stake president and his counselors had been called, it was time for the 4:00 p.m. priesthood leadership meeting, at which Fred and Rick spoke, followed by Elder Price and Elder Callister.
Elder Callister was as advertised - he spoke without notes in perfectly crafted paragraphs and ended precisely on time, having delivered a powerful message.
After priesthood meeting we had a lovely dinner in the Relief Society room prepared by the stake RS presidency. The instruction had been for a "simple" meal, but it was anything but. Salmon with a dill sauce, fresh aparagus, and a wonderful salad made from food storage items (the influence of Leisa Card), followed by homemade grapefruit sorbet and Cummings chocolates.
The 7:00 p.m. adult session included an organ/piano duet from Hayden's Creation - once again, Becky Owen cleaned the dust off the organ pipes. I gave my final prepared stake conference address. Elder Callister called on Kathleen to bear her testimony, and also called on Ted Jacobsen to bear his testimony. We also heard a brief testimony from Elder Callister's first missionary companion, Fred Smith, who is on our high council. Elder Price and Elder Callister then concluded the meeting, with Elder Callister giving another remarkable address.
We arrived back home at 9:30 p.m. It had been a tiring but wonderful 14-hour day!
Sunday was shorter but no less exhausting. Kathleen and I were invited to meet with the new presidency at 8:15 a.m., and spent a wonderful hour with them and Elders Callister and Price before going down to the chapel for the general session of conference.
The strings prelude began with a Bach piece, followed by two Swedish "folk songs" (including the Swedish national anthem, which almost brought Eivar Close to her feet!), The Lord's Prayer by Gates, A Poor Wayfaring Man (with Lois Waltman at the piano). The choir then joined the strings for John Rutter's For The Beauty Of The Earth and Jerusalem, arranged by our own Bill Evans. Needless to say, we were pretty much basket cases by the time the meeting began.
Elder Price handled the business of the conference, releasing the old stake presidency and sustaining the new one - Oscar Walter McConkie III, president; John Romney Jackson, 1st counselor; Robert Earl Fowles, 2nd counselor. Rick Evans then did the other sustainings and stake business, after which the choir and orchestra did Come Thou Fount. It didn't help that Annie was sitting on the second row doing a very poor job of fighting back the tears.
We then had testimonies for the released presidency, followed by testimonies from the new presidency (you can probably imagine this - John Jackson, followed by Robert Fowles, followed by Oscar McConkie. It was a spiritual hot tub...) The second half of the meeting consisted of additional wonderful instruction from Elder Price and Elder Callister.
The closing hymn was, of course, Onward Ye Peoples! with choir and strings, begining with those great chords on the pipe organ and ending with the choir's exclamation, "Salem! Salem!" Danielle Plester, who gave the benediction, had to sit on her chair for an extra moment just to catch her breath!
We slowly made our way up to the high council room, where Elder Callister invited me to pariticpate in setting apart the new presidency. I spent a few mintues with Pres. McConkie - literally giving him my keys - and was home for family dinner at 2:00 p.m.
It was the end of one era, and the beginning of another, but all held together by the great traditions of the Bonneville Stake. It has been quite a run!
Elder Douglas Callister and Elder Patrick Price were our stake conference visitors. We began the day on Saturday at 7:30 a.m. at the stake office. They met with the entire presidency for 30 minutes, then with me for 15 minutes, and then began a series of interviews - 34 in total, including the entire high council and all currently serving bishops. John Mabey and I stayed the entire day, directing traffic and trying to reduce tension. A third of the way through the interviews, Elder Callister noted that they had already seen more priesthood leadership than they typically see in a full set of interviews in other stakes.
The interviews were completed about 12:30 p.m. After a few minutes of deliberation, Elder Callister invited me back into the office to discuss their decision. I then called the candidate and invited him to come over with his wife as soon as possible. In the meantime, we ate lunch provided by the Kathleen, Linda Babcock and Carolyn Evans.
By the time the new stake president and his counselors had been called, it was time for the 4:00 p.m. priesthood leadership meeting, at which Fred and Rick spoke, followed by Elder Price and Elder Callister.
Elder Callister was as advertised - he spoke without notes in perfectly crafted paragraphs and ended precisely on time, having delivered a powerful message.
After priesthood meeting we had a lovely dinner in the Relief Society room prepared by the stake RS presidency. The instruction had been for a "simple" meal, but it was anything but. Salmon with a dill sauce, fresh aparagus, and a wonderful salad made from food storage items (the influence of Leisa Card), followed by homemade grapefruit sorbet and Cummings chocolates.
The 7:00 p.m. adult session included an organ/piano duet from Hayden's Creation - once again, Becky Owen cleaned the dust off the organ pipes. I gave my final prepared stake conference address. Elder Callister called on Kathleen to bear her testimony, and also called on Ted Jacobsen to bear his testimony. We also heard a brief testimony from Elder Callister's first missionary companion, Fred Smith, who is on our high council. Elder Price and Elder Callister then concluded the meeting, with Elder Callister giving another remarkable address.
We arrived back home at 9:30 p.m. It had been a tiring but wonderful 14-hour day!
Sunday was shorter but no less exhausting. Kathleen and I were invited to meet with the new presidency at 8:15 a.m., and spent a wonderful hour with them and Elders Callister and Price before going down to the chapel for the general session of conference.
The strings prelude began with a Bach piece, followed by two Swedish "folk songs" (including the Swedish national anthem, which almost brought Eivar Close to her feet!), The Lord's Prayer by Gates, A Poor Wayfaring Man (with Lois Waltman at the piano). The choir then joined the strings for John Rutter's For The Beauty Of The Earth and Jerusalem, arranged by our own Bill Evans. Needless to say, we were pretty much basket cases by the time the meeting began.
Elder Price handled the business of the conference, releasing the old stake presidency and sustaining the new one - Oscar Walter McConkie III, president; John Romney Jackson, 1st counselor; Robert Earl Fowles, 2nd counselor. Rick Evans then did the other sustainings and stake business, after which the choir and orchestra did Come Thou Fount. It didn't help that Annie was sitting on the second row doing a very poor job of fighting back the tears.
We then had testimonies for the released presidency, followed by testimonies from the new presidency (you can probably imagine this - John Jackson, followed by Robert Fowles, followed by Oscar McConkie. It was a spiritual hot tub...) The second half of the meeting consisted of additional wonderful instruction from Elder Price and Elder Callister.
The closing hymn was, of course, Onward Ye Peoples! with choir and strings, begining with those great chords on the pipe organ and ending with the choir's exclamation, "Salem! Salem!" Danielle Plester, who gave the benediction, had to sit on her chair for an extra moment just to catch her breath!
We slowly made our way up to the high council room, where Elder Callister invited me to pariticpate in setting apart the new presidency. I spent a few mintues with Pres. McConkie - literally giving him my keys - and was home for family dinner at 2:00 p.m.
It was the end of one era, and the beginning of another, but all held together by the great traditions of the Bonneville Stake. It has been quite a run!
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
He Ran Spain

It was his job. He ran the country.
From the Wall Street Journal:
MARCH 2, 2009 Generalísimo Francisco Franco Is Still Dead -- And His Statues Are Next
Socialist Government Banishes Fascist Icons Though Nostalgia for the Dictator Lives On
By THOMAS CATAN
MADRID -- Every Nov. 20, for the past dozen years, Sinforiano Bezanilla has visited a pigeon-covered statue of Gen. Francisco Franco to pay homage to Europe's longest-serving fascist dictator.
This year, the sculpture won't be there. Acting on a law passed by Spain's Socialist government, authorities uprooted the statue of the Generalísimo in December from the city square of Santander in northern Spain and banished it to the local museum.
"The left is attempting to rewrite our country's history. They base it on a series of half-lies, half-truths and outright lies," says Mr. Bezanilla. The 44-year-old municipal worker was just 11 when Franco died. But he has read volumes on the former dictator's ideas and is nostalgic for his regime.
More than three decades after Franco died and 72 years after he seized power, Spain is on a controversial mission to expunge the many emblems of its painful past that are still on public display.
While monuments to Franco have lingered long in Spain, other leaders' statues have been toppled soon after their regimes fall -- and each time, the monuments become battlegrounds of history.
The Socialist government says the assorted icons of the Franco regime still on view -- fascist-style eagles, yokes and arrows -- have no place in modern Spain. A year ago, it passed a law to eliminate them.
But the drive -- part of a broader law aimed at redressing Franco-era injustices -- has raised hackles among conservatives who say Prime Minister José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero is reopening wounds they say were healed after the dictator's death.
"The question is whether Spain should be looking at what happened 70 years ago, or whether the government needs to start looking to the future," says Jaime García-Legaz, congressman for the opposition Popular Party.
Nazi symbols are illegal in Germany. No statues of former Fascist dictator Benito Mussolini are on display in Italian streets. But in Spain -- today a modern democracy at the heart of the European Union -- monuments to Franco have remained to this day.
"This is the only fascist regime that has seen its symbols survive into the 21st century," says Alejandro Quiroga, a Spanish history professor at Britain's University of Newcastle.
The emblems have lasted so long partly because Spain's dictatorship, which began in 1936 after Franco's forces won a bloody civil war in which 500,000 were killed, lasted far longer than similar authoritarian states. Spain stayed out of World War II, which toppled Hitler and Mussolini, and Franco managed to rule until he died in 1975.
After a new constitution in 1978, Spain's new leaders decided to bury the hatchet in order to preserve the country's fragile new democracy.
No generals ever went on trial, as generals did in Latin America. There were no Truth and Reconciliation Commissions like those held in South Africa. An abortive coup in 1981 reminded Spain's first post-Franco democratic governments of the danger in trying to hold Franco's regime to account.
"There were other priorities than getting rid of the symbols of the Franco regime," says Jesús de Andrés Sanz, a professor at UNED University who has studied the issue. "The new leaders didn't want to make enemies of the extreme right. There was always the threat of a military coup."
The decision not to look back has had curious effects. Politicians ditched the words to the national anthem used during Franco's rule ("Raise your arms, sons of the Spanish people") but couldn't agree on any replacements. Now, when the anthem is played, Spaniards hum awkwardly or invent their own lyrics.
Despite attempts to sweep history under the rug, the deep and bitter ideological divisions that gripped Spain during its three-year civil war have never dissipated and are evident today.
People whose families fought Franco tell stories of repression, torture and killings. After the war, Franco's Nationalist troops rounded up suspected Republicans and killed tens of thousands. The vanquished were sent to labor camps, where an untold number perished. Their children were often given to families that were supportive of the regime.
Descendants of Franco's side say he saved the country from communism and restored the Catholic Church to its rightful place. In today's Spain, where gay marriage, divorce and abortion are all legal, some conservative Spaniards look back fondly on the dictatorship and say they don't want to be persecuted for doing so. "A lot of people are afraid to express themselves," complains Mr. Bezanilla.
The Socialist government's edict is being followed far and wide. The Spanish enclave of Melilla, in northern Africa, has promised to remove the last remaining statue of Franco on public display on Spanish territory, though it hasn't yet set a date.
Some are dragging their feet. In the southern city of Granada, artists are trying to get City Hall to remove a monument to fascism showing five disembodied limbs in stiff-armed salute. "It is very bothersome that it should still be there 30 years on," says Luis García Montero, a local poet. "It recalls a dark period in this country's history. The time has come to get rid of it."
Campaigners want the government to go further and force town halls to rename the hundreds of streets that still commemorate Franco, his generals or his victories.
Even as Franco's statues are banished to basements or museums, the government has a thorn in its side: What to do with the fascist-style mausoleum Franco built for himself and an estimated 40,000 civil-war fighters?
Bored into the side of a mountain near Madrid and topped with a 500-foot cross, Franco's "Valley of the Fallen" cannot be removed or ignored. At the moment, visitors find no mention of the 14,000 laborers who built the complex in the 1940s and '50s, most of them drawn from the ranks of losing fighters from the civil war. The church there remains an active place of worship.
Mr. Zapatero's government toyed with the idea of turning the site into a museum dedicated to Franco's victims but ultimately ducked the issue entirely in its so-called Law of Historical Memory, passed in December 2007.
Since last year, the government has banned neo-fascist groups from commemorating Franco's death there each Nov. 20. Yet fresh wreaths are still laid on his grave there daily, courtesy of the Spanish state.
For some, the Valley of the Fallen is much more than just a symbol from the past. It's the place where their missing fathers ended up. In a bizarre effort to demonstrate Spain's national reconciliation, Franco opened the mass graves of his opponents at the end of the 1950s and had their remains transferred to the site. Some Spaniards have grown up knowing that their relatives, shot by Franco's firing squads and dumped in mass graves, now lie just feet away from the dictator.
"It's a sick joke, an absolute affront, that they are still in there," says Fausto Canales, a 74-year-old man who has spent the decade since he retired trying to retrieve the remains of his father.
Others want Franco's bones taken out. "We can't forget it is the mausoleum of a 20th-century dictator," says 83-year-old Nicolás Sánchez Albornoz, who himself worked for five months at the site when it was being constructed before finally escaping. "No other European country has a state-financed mausoleum of, say, Hitler or Mussolini."
Printed in The Wall Street Journal, page A1
People do strange things in foreign countries. They buy leather jackets for much more than they're worth, but they don't fall in love with facist dictators!
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