♫“June is bustin’ out all over…”♫

♫“June is bustin’ out all over…”♫
“♫…all over the meadow and the hill.
Buds are bustin’ outa bushes
and the rompin’ river pushes,
the little wheel that wheels beside the mill.♪
♫“June is bustin’ out all over…♫
the feeling is getting so intense,
that the young Virginia Creepers
have been huggin' the bejeepers
out of all the Morning Glories on the fence...
“♫…because it's June...
♫“just because it's June, June, June!”♫

I did our June blog two days early because we will be leaving in the morning for a mission health visit to the Argentina Resistencia Mission.

We will have 7 zone conferences, 2 days there are 2 each, and will return Saturday, June 6. It is always exciting to work with the mission president and his wife and the young Elders and Sisters. Walt is doing a great work here helping missionaries take care of their medical needs.

We are excited to go where our oldest daughter, Janie, served from August 1984 to February 1986 when it was all the Argentina Rosario Mission. When our youngest son, Brian, went June 1992 to June 1994, it had been divided into the Argentina Resistencia Mission.

Then June 21 to 30th we've been invited by the president and wife of the Argentina Mendoza Mission to return for our second visit to them since we were there last November. We wish all the mission presidents would invite us for a visit. Tomorrow will make the 7th mission of the 14 that we will have been invited to visit.

We just learned that our neighbors are helping take care of our lawn between the time that Julie & John have moved back to Utah and that someone moves in. Julie had arranged for another family to move in, but now they've been transferred to Idaho Falls. However, we are happy that perhaps a newlywed couple (whom we love both them and their families) will be able to live in our home from July on until we're back the end of March 2010.

Walt got tears when he heard about the neighbors helping with the lawn and said: "We surely do live in a wonderful neighborhood!" We are very grateful. Thank you.

If you go to Julie's blog from my link here, you will see about Julie and John's move and their feelings about it. We will miss them so much! "Hardly worth goin' home for if they won't be there anymore," Walt said.

Since I won't be blogging next week, here's something I'd like to share that I put in missionary Sister Fisher, our granddaughter's and my mother's letters this week.
A few quotes from L. Aldin Porter's 1999 General Conference talk "Destiny" about the Plan of Salvation. [This is what all we missionaries are trying to share with the world that is available because of the Atonement of the Savior.]
"...We cannot make wise, long-range decisions unless we understand that there is purpose here and recognize and understand at least some aspects of the merciful plan of the great Creator.
“It is clear that our Heavenly Father had a plan laid out for the accomplishment of His purposes. In the scriptures we read of the many names of the plan: “the great plan of happiness,” “the plan of redemption,” “the merciful plan of the great Creator,” “the plan of salvation,” “the plan of justice,” and “the great plan of the Eternal God.”

“Each name emphasizes one aspect or another of the plan. But in reality there is only one plan called by many names through which God means to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of ['Aimee Fisher, Verna Albertson, Eileen Petersen, Walt Petersen...., in actuality all men and women.']"

We'll be back to blog next week. Hope you all have a great first week of June! :)
Our surviving laptop has gone weird this week and won't let me load photos in from my camera, and this morning it won't let me browse any stored photos from "My pictures..." And a couple of weeks ago the sound stopped. We've checked all the audio buttons...but no sound. Que lastima!

A little of this 'n that from Argentina today...

"...JOSEPH SMITH taught, there has always been physical matter, spiritual matter and intelligence, for they are eternal." This is the ending of an interesting article in the www.meridianmagazine.com today refuting the evolution theory: "Joseph Smith and the Origin and Progress of Life" by Ronald P. Millett. I think it would be good to teach the concept in every family home evening to arm our children with the knowledge of why Darwin's theory of evolution is not correct. I have the reference on file in Burley that my Aunt Marcele Huffaker sent me of Darwin renouncing his own theory of evolution before he died.

The Oreos are a rare treat--here--for the young missionaries after seeing the area medical advisor. These Elders got the rest of the package of 3 each. Now we've found individual bags of mini-Oreos which we give out.

The one not getting the shot loves to take a photo of his companion getting an ingrown toenail excised. They are, however, a great support to their companion and have lots of empathy. Both resolve not to get an ingrown toenail again.

Walt's laptop has gone weird and won't load my current photos, my laptop is deader than a doornail (and who knows how dead that is?!...does it mean it will never be resurrected?). Any way this is how I currently spend most of my days in Argentina...at the office computer, while Walt works on his laptop at the office. He's just finished dictating some missionary phone calls so I will now type them into the e-med program to be uploaded for the Missionary Department, Health Services Committee to keep track of what illnesses and injuries are happening to missionaries throughout the world. Dr. Petersen has the prize for recording the most in the South America South Area.

Remembering our loved ones on Memorial Day...

"Taps" Beautiful Yet Melancholy
Taps was first played during the Civil War. It was written by Union Brig. Gen. Daniel Butterfield in July 1862. For great info about Memorial Day go to kimcommando.com Cool Site of the Day for May 25, 2009.

On this Memorial Day, I remember my Daddy - Arnold G. Albertson 8 Dec 1912 to 6 Feb 1982, passing away at age 69 of colon cancer. He was a wonderful father and I miss him.
We are sorry that we not not have photos of our other loved ones mentioned in this entry. My computer crashed in March and I've lost my stored photos.
We are thankful for the legacy we have from our parents and grandparents and pray we will carry on and pass on the heritage they have given us of "roots" in the Savior, Jesus Christ and to follow his Prophets, and "wings" to fly with a testimony of all these truths of the Gospel restored by the Prophet Joseph Smith and having the Priesthood with its temple ordinances which promise--if we fulfill our covenants--to be families forever!

We, Janie & Shawn's, Gary & Kathy's families gathered at Grama A's home in Gooding for Memorial Day 2001 to place flowers on the graves, as we do each year.
We are sad that Grama A, who has been a widow for 27 years, is not able to live alone any longer and needs to leave her beloved home. My sister, Janice, is helping her become established in a nice, cozy apartment at the Highland Cove retirement center in Salt Lake City, near Janice's home. Mom is currently in the independent living section, with meals and other amenitites provided.
I am so thankful for all my sister is doing to help Mom resettle when we are so far away. We pray Mom may accept this change and realize that she needs to have some help now at her 89 years of age, with dimished eye sight, dimished hearing, and her fragile state.
She is thankful to David for his checking her eyes and having the glaucoma specialist at his Rocky Mountain Eye Care do the corrective laser surgery to relieve the dangerously high pressure. She is thankful for all the visits from Utah family and friends to see her at Highland Cove.
She is thankful for Janie & Shawn, Daniel, Katie, Heidi, Sam, Ashley, and Michael working hard for 3 hours on Saturday to help Aunt Jan bring everything up out of her basement. However, now she is having a hard time leaving her home again after Janice has taken her to Gooding to help decorate the graves this weekend.
As Grama A keeps telling us: "Getting old isn't for wimps!"

In the Wendell Cemetery we remember, with reverence and love, Walt's parents, Ray & Jane Petersen; his grandparents, Andrew & Nellie Kate Petersen, Byrum "Bide" and Maria "Rie" Prescot; his sister, Bonnie; Eileen's father Arnold G. Albertson, and grandparents, David "Dave" and Ella Huffaker; plus aunts, uncles, cousins, step father, step grandmother, g-nephew, other relatives, and many, many ward family friends. In the Hagerman Cemetery my grandmother Blanch Ilene Albertson is buried by two of her four sons, and two grandsons. In the Albion Cemetery my grandfather Clarence Albertson is buried, along with his parents, and other Albertson family members who helped homestead the Albion Basin. They were leaders in the R-LDS Church there.

Everyone helps clean the head stones, then we all place the flowers on the grave. "I want to be buried in the Wendell Cemetery because I know people will come and put flowers on my grave," Julie said when she was a young girl.

This is an annual family gathering to put flowers on our loved one's graves at the Wendell, Hagerman, and Albion Cemeteries.

In memory of our Service men and women who helped and currently help keep our country strong and free. My Uncle David was one of them.

Mom's brother, my Uncle David Huffaker, a mischiveous, fun-loving tease, was a pilot in World War II. Until he was sent overseas from his base in California, when he had leave he would come to stay with us in Long Beach, California, where my Daddy worked in the ship yards. (My Dad was not accepted into the service because he had flat feet.) Uncle David was a pilot who ferried new planes from the USA to whatever country needed them for our Air Forces. He brought my Grama Huffaker a miniature of the Taj Mahal from India, and my grandparents had a framed photo of him in their farm home with him in his uniform on a camel in Egypt by the pyramids. He survived the War, and passed away in 1997; his widow Enid just passed away last month. Their graves are near my Daddy's grave, and our plots in the Wendell Cemetery.

DANIEL RAY FISHER, HAPPY GRADUATION DAY from Madison High School in Rexburg, Idaho...

Congratulations to our oldest grandson, Daniel, who is graduating today from Madison High School in Rexburg, Idaho. In our unprejudiced-grandparent-opinion: Daniel is an outstanding young man in every way--He is a Christlike, worthy priesthood holder, an honorable son to Shawn & Janie, a great brother to Aimee, Katie, Heidi, Sam, Ashley and Michael. He is a future missionary, an Eagle Scout and a scouting leader with the Cedar Badge program in the Grand Teton Council, a top student, a fabulous ballroom dancer, a hard worker, a superior soccer player, and a friend to many. He is the pathfinder grandson, (as is his older sister, Aimee, the pathfinder granddaughter), for the Walt & Eileen Petersen family. He is compassionate, kind, and a hundred and one other amazing things. Daniel, we love you! We hope you are having a wonderful and safe graduation day.

Elder y Hna. Petersen coming back to office from the bakery and fruit stand...

Elder Petersen is holding a sack of fruit and a sack of rolls for our lunches in the office this week. The panaderia (bakery) is a block from the office, and the fruit stand is beside it. They have delicious rolls--like miniature French bread, and we've already mentioned how fresh the fruit is.

This combined barber/beauty shop is on the corner of our area office block. We just pop in whenever we need our hair cut. Walt's cut is 20 pesos, and Eileen's is 30. We often go together. They are so fast...in and out in 15-20 minutes.
We like our little corner of this 15-million population Metropolis of Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Autumn is here...the month of May here is like your November weather...

Yes, this past week we knew our seasons were opposite yours--the Sr. Missioaries were wearing our winter coats. The locals have been in fancy boots, coats and scarves for a few weeks, but we knew they didn't have a clue what "cold" really was. Can you see the piles of leaves in this photo? This is what we saw this morning on our 15-minute drive to the area office.

Of this we testify…
This is one of my favorite quotes from the Prophet Joseph Smith. It is from his 1842 Wentworth letter which Elder Cook says "conveys in a concise way what must be accomplished."
The Standard of Truth -- Joseph Smith
“No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing;
persecutions may rage,
mobs may combine,
armies may assemble,
calumny may defame,
but the truth of God will go forth
boldly, nobly, and independent,
till it has penetrated every continent,
visited every clime,
swept every country,
and sounded in every ear;
till the purposes of God
shall be accomplished,
and the Great Jehovah shall say
the work is done.”

This is why we are 7,000 miles from home missing out on being with my 89-year old mother in her infirmities and my sister alone having to move her far away from her home and into a retirement center, and help oversee her care.
This is why we are missing our children’s and our grandchildren’s special events: baptisms, mission farewells, graduations, plus a thousand and one other things.
This is why we are not gathering with our children, grandchildren, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins for other special events, like putting flowers on our loved ones graves for Memorial Day.
This is why we missed one of our best friend’s funeral and the funeral of our other best friend’s father.
We are here in the South America South Area of Argentina, Paraguay, and Uruguay to help the 14 mission presidents and mission presidents’ wives keep their combined total of 2,300 missionaries healthy so they can go on in so great a cause!
We do have a Father in Heaven who loves us.
Jesus Christ is His Son who gave His Perfect Life to Atone for our sins. He is the Savior and Redeemer of all.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is His true Church restored by the Prophet Joseph Smith who is the Prophet of the Restoration. President Thomas S. Monson is the Prophet of God for the whole earth and the Kingdom of God on the earth.
The Book of Mormon is another Testament of Jesus Christ, and the word of God.
Of this we testify, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Elder Walter R. Petersen and Hermana Eileen A. Petersen Buenos Aires, Argentina – May 14, 2009

Mother's Day morning...

This is the 45th Mother's Day breakfast in bed I've enjoyed since becoming a mother a month after the 1963 Mother's Day. At first it was just Walt cooking the special breakfast, until we had 7 more helping him. And last year I had grandchildren also helping. Now it's back to Walt again.

Walt told me Sunday night that he had looked for 2 hours on Saturday--while I was in the apartment putting groceries away, washing clothes, etc.--trying to find me a tote for my scriptures, but I loved what he did get: a beautifully carved wooden jewelry box, and a picture of a kitchen with wood-burning stove, pump to have water for the kitchen, and other old-fashioned things like my mother had in the homes she lived in when she was growing up on the farm in Wendell, Idaho. He also had a sweet, homemade card--anyway, I think it was sweet...it was written in Spanish.
This was a fun start to a great Mother's Day that wound up with most all of our kids and some grandkids calling who could get through on the busy lines, plus my being able to talk to my sweet Mother.
A heart-felt thank you to our kids for the fun, surprise Mother's Day package that arrived today. The new Microsoft wireless notebook optical mouse 3000 is great--which I'm using right now. The See's chocolates are more delicious than we even remembered. I'm sharing them with Dad, so you can also count them for Father's Day.

Buenos Aires...a glimpse of the Casa Rosada

The Bartons had not been to the Casa Rosada since their arrival in January as Employee Service missionaries, so we picked them up after our spaghetti Mother's Day dinner with the Allreds. The highlight of Sunday, May 10--in addition to my sweet children and grandchildren calling to wish me Happy Mother's Day--was the dedication of our Palermo Ward building...but can you believe I left my camera by our computer at the apartment. (Yes, sad day. Walt tried to drive back to get it, but the cars were blocking the exit of the tiny 10-car parking area behind the building.) Walt did take some photos at the end of the dedication on his cell phone, but he couldn't figure out how to download them, so we'll get help today from our computer guru, Elder Chalmers at the office. In the meantime, here's a mini-tour of the Casa Rosada. You may want to scroll to the end to read the "mini-hx" of it.
Walt asks me often, as we drive in this crazy traffic: "What are two kids from little Wendell, Idaho, doing in this city of 15 million people, anyway?"
"We're helping missionaries stay healthy so they can bring the people His truth in this part of the world," I reply.

They're restoring the Casa Rosada for the Argentina 2010 Bicentennial.

And here we are inside with the top of that palm tree showing out the window.

I want to grow a palm tree in our Idaho yard like this one at a patio within the Casa Rosada.

Hna. Petersen and Hna. Barton with one of the grenadier guards at the Casa Rosada.

This is where the Argentine President, Cristinia Fernández de Kirchner (followed her Argentine president husband, Peronist Néstor Kirchner May 2003 to Dec. 2007), governs the Executive branch of the Argentine government.
"Don't cry for me Argentina...you know I'll never leave you..." The famous balcony where "Evita" Peron spoke to her loving Argentines.

Elder Petersen and Elder Barton by "Juan Peron" in the Casa Rosada.

Walt said he almost missed me getting the portrait of Eva Peron.


CASA ROSADA - A mini-hxOne of the world's most famous balconies juts out of Argentina's Presidential Palace, known as the Casa Rosada. The pink building has been the scene of many a political rally, particularly during the regime of the notorious and tragic Juan and Eva Peron. The Italian style building, fronted with palm trees and fountains, was painted pink when it was converted from a Customs and Post Office building into the presidential palace. President Sarmiento decided to appease opposing political parties by merging red and white into a pink color scheme for the palace. Today the building houses a small basement museum displaying some presidential artefacts. Each evening a small platoon of mounted grenadiers emerge from the guardhouse to lower the flag on the Plaza, adding a touch of pomp and ceremony to the pretty building.

The most historical site in Buenos Aires.

Happy Mother's Day, to my Mom...Verna Beth Huffaker Albertson

Mom, you have a great legacy - 2 children, 11 grandchildren, and 40 great-grandchildren, who all love and admire you.
Some memories of my Mom...
Dear Mom, On this Mother's Day I thank you for all you have done for me. I have always felt loved and cherished by you.
You took me to Church in my youth, all those years before Daddy was converted and baptised when I was 16. You shared your strong testimony with me and helped me gain my own testimony. You are a true Christian and an example of an elect lady in Zion.
You read to me when I was little, even when you felt you couldn't get through another "Bucky Bug" in rhyme.
You taught me to cook and clean like your Mom, my Grama Huffaker, taught you.
You have always worked very hard, both in our home and at your outside jobs from working on you Dad's farm bringing in the cows, driving the derrick horse, to a waitress in Bliss the summer before your Senior year. As a newly married waitressing in Ketchum, picking potatoes and plucking turkeys for Christmas money, then during the war years in Long Beach, California in the interior decorating drapery section of the big Department Store. Back in Idaho ironing at the Wendell Cleaners, then going to Twin Falls Business College in the evenings which led to your great job in Gooding at the Southern Idaho Production Credit Association for 27 years until your retirement in 1984, two years after we lost Daddy.
You kept our home very clean, and cooked delicious meals, including homemade bread, "Johnny Jump Ups," which I later learned were scones, and "Little Pigs," which I still call link sausages. It's fun to remember how you let me lick the bowl when you stirred up "scratch cakes," and no one can bake an apple pie like yours.
I felt secure from the winter storms, as well as from the storms of life, with you and Daddy.
I can never thank you enough, but I hope to help pass on all the things you did for me to your future generations.
Love, Eileen

Mom has just moved...
My mother - Verna Beth Huffaker Albertson - age 89, moved from her home of 48 years in Gooding, Idaho, to an apartment at Highland Cove on April 27. Because of her failing eye sight and other infirmities, Walt and I, and my sister had each asked her to come live with us. However, she would not. So with mutual consent, my sister has helped her move to this nice retirement center in Salt Lake City. Since Walt and I are so far away on missions, this is near my sister, Janice, who has really gone the extra mile/s in arranging everything.
Janice said Mom has loved all her visitors. Just last Sunday David & Julie, Josh, Anna, Samuel, and Will came to see her, then Gary & Kathy, McKell, Abbey, Jake, and Issac, along with Steve & Natalie, Kelsey, Cortney, Kimble, Carter came, bringing ice cream to make milk shakes for everyone. Steve made another visit during the week. She's had visits from her brother Don & Marcele, (who live about 10 min away). Marcele went with Mom to Church at Highland Cove Sunday. Ross & Karen Taylor also visited with her. Janice drove Mom to Pleasant Grove to see Sarah & Kenny, Emily and Ashley. Kenny, Janice's son-in-law, had driven the U-Haul to bring Grama A's things for her apartment.
Janice made an appointment with David to have Mom's eyes checked. Janice e-mailed:
"First of all, let me say how wonderful it was to work with David. His staff was great, too." She went on to say that the pressure in Mom's eyes is elevated from her glaucoma, and she has cataracts.
As Mom often says to Janice and me: "Getting old isn't for wimps." Hang in there, Mom. You're a tough cookie.
We're thankful to all who are helping watch over this precious mother, grandmother, greatgrandmother.

Tuesday, May 5 Walt at end of medical Videoconference from Salt Lake City; Monday, May 4 Family Home Evening in our apartment on "Missionary Health"

Walt talking with a mission president's wife after we have just finished an interesting 2-hour videoconference from the Missionary Department, Health Services Committee out of Salt Lake City for South America; they also did one for all the other area of the world that day, at different times.
I meant to put this separate, but I hit "browse" and couldn't figure out how to get out of it without putting a photo in, and I didn't have anymore of the Family Home Evening that follows. As usual, we forgot to get a photo of me at the FHE. We only had to borrow 4 chairs to seat the 16 Sr. missionaries at our FHE--photos below.

And around the corner are the Chalmers. Guess I didn't get a photo after Frank came.

Here's a better shot of the Allreds, and then the Theobalds. Those are photos of each of our children and their kids in the hutch behind them.

Here is Hna. Burk, the Leckies, and Allreds.

Walt's ready with the power point projector. We have to borrow it from the PEF Department because there is not one for the medical advisor as we had in Guatemala. (A lot of things are different from the Guatemala mission...but hey, we're flexible.) By Walt is Hna. Wall (Frank came a little late as they were getting ready to move from our building the next day....boo hoo. We will miss them. They are in a much, much smaller, less expensive place closer to the area office. And since they walk, that will be nice for them. Here, the only area couple with a car is the medical couple, unlike Guatemala where each area couple could rent a Church car for $50U.S. a month.), then the Bartons, and Burks.

For refreshments--oh, there's Frank on the left, so I did get his photo-- I always serve some veggies and fruit for those who don't eat sugar things...for the dessert part I made bread pudding and served with whipped cream because I burnt the sugar when carmelizing it for the carmel sauce. Better luck next time has become my motto. And another important word on the mission: "Flexible."

Two high priest group leaders trying to find where Jimmy lives...

I think I did this backwards...I forget I have to put the one I want at the bottom in first. Oh well, this is Jimmy whom Walt and Elder Wall (on L of photo) went to visit last Sunday evening. He is young but is a high priest because when he returned from his mission he was put on the high council. In the middle are Manuel, the High Priest Group Leader, and his son, Michael.

Frank--Elder Wall is the other counseler with Walt of the Palermo Ward High Priest's Group. Walt--Elder Petersen has pinpointed where they need to drive to on this Sunday evening, May 3.

But first...time out to talk with a sick missionary. "Oh, you have diarrhea?" Dr. Petersen confirms, and he could add, but doesn't, "So do many, many of the other 2,300 missionaries in this South America South Area." We are surprised that there is more incidence of diarrhea here than in the Central America Area--which is supposed to be more third world countries than here. Well, I guess the proper terminology now is "developing countries" instead of "third world countries."
It comes down to 3 main things:
1)Drink only purified bottled water.
2) Do not eat contaminated food.
3)Proper hygiene, mainly washing hands 30 seconds--often--to remove the germs. "Anti-bacterial" soap is a misnomer...it does not kill germs, nothing kills germs on the hands, the germs have to be removed by 30 seconds of vigorous washing...it's the friction that removes them. Even if you don't have soap or water, rubbing your hands on your clothes--for 30 seconds--will remove the germs. The soap and water does get the dirt off. Now, I'll get down from my soap box!

Opps, how about 8 is great...too.

So I didn't get the 7 photos in yesterday, but I do have our missionary granddaughter's weekly letter ready to put in the 2pm pouch today...with photos loaded in the letter.
We grocery shop at "Jumbo's" on Saturdays--our Preparation Day. Here Walt is by a huge fry pan of meat being cooked over gigantic gas burners.

Even though we don't buy this fish, Walt wanted a photo of the ones with their heads still on, lying on ice. Julie, you'd love the smell. Not!
The store has a great variety of things, but hardly any American brands. One time they've had Skippy Peanutbutter in...at $8 U.S. for a small jar. One time we've seen chocolate chips. The gals here just cut up chocolate bars and make chocolate chunk cookies. The brown sugar is thin, the powdered sugar is grainy. But, hey, it's mostly workabe. Just be thankful for your wonderful American products.
I miss tomato soup and canned green beans for Shepherd's Pie; also no graham crackers, Chinese noodles, corn tortillas...well let's just say, we're spoiled in the U.S.of A.
We're thankful to be here and love being with missionaries...both the older and the younger ones. Looking forward to the BYU's "Living Legends" performing next week in Buenos Aires.

"7" of anything is a special family number...

So on this May 7 I'll try to do 7 photos...starting with these two from yesterday. Our area president's wife gathers the wives together every once in a while for a luncheon and outing. It's a different mixture each time, depending who's available to come. The group incudes wives of mission presidents, Sr. Couple missionary wives, U.S. Embassy employee's wives, and a new gal yesterday was a U.S. Embassy employee, plus others whose husbands have various jobs for a while here in Buenos Aires.
Yesterday 12 of us gathered at the Tucson Cafe in the center of the city, eating on their second-floor outdoor terrace on a balmy May (an Idaho/Utah comparable November)afternoon. We didn't ever get all 12 in one photo, but here are some of us.

After lunch we walked a couple blocks to the Argentine National Art Gallery. Some of it was good, but there was too much skin (as my friend, Ruth Melling says) showing on a lot of the paintings for our liking. We had taken the city bus there, then Hna. Bowen drove 7 of us back to the area office, so we did line up for a photo. (Deana had already gotten off at her ship building on the way; Reva Lou had taken the bus to her apartment.) We just enjoy being together speaking and hearing our native language: ENGLISH! Hallelujah.
More later, Walt's just gone to get the exercise room key from the security guard in the lobby, and I need to join him in the 8th floor exercise room. Maybe I'll take some photos for the blog of our 6:30 excercise time. [Later--I forgot to take my camera up, so no photos of this 30-minute morning exercise session...I only got 7 minutes walking in, but got the 12 min. flexibility in with Walt; tomorrow will be the strength training time after the treadmill and bike.]

Happy May Day...

Jacee Beth doing the Scandinavian Maypole last year.

May 2008 Grampa Petersen with grandkids at Storybook Park, Burley, Idaho.