Secret Agent
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep. Another episode in the “Quinan falls asleep at dinner” show. Filmed by Kenn.
Buck Roper
This photo will make great banter when Quinan starts dating in 13+ years. This photo has been censored.
A clean plate
Michele cleaning her plate on Christmas Eve.
12/26/2007 | michele | Comment [1]
Christmas 1940
By Marv Roper
I have wanted to write this for sometime, but a television request by the Salvation Army for 770 toys for children who supposedly will not receive one for Christmas, prompted me again.
Continue reading Christmas 1940...12/22/2007 | hugh | Comment [3]
iPod Lullaby
Quinan is falling asleep tonight watching video on an iPod. I’m such a terrible parent. At least it’s PBS.
FHE Christmas
Last week, Jensen (I mean Santa) gave the family home evening lesson…
Virtual Christmas Family Home Evening from Hugh Roper on Vimeo.
Merry Christmas!
This year we are sending out family history posters as Christmas cards. The above poster is designed as a poinsettia that will last all year (click the image above). The center two folded petals are my parents, the next set of four petals are my grandparents, and so on. The Brooks poster isn’t online, but will be coming by mail.
12/19/2007 | hugh | Comment [2]
Tastes Kinda Minty
From: Doug Roper
Subject: Tastes Kinda Minty
Date: December 17, 2007 5:53:13 PM PST
I remember when Terry was feeding me some cat sand (with the occasional nugget) in the sandbox years ago. It tasted kinda minty, I thought. Well you are cordially invited to peruse my new blog as the fancy strikes. I’m going to use this blog to post random observations and epiphany or stories from my life. Maybe this will help me get motivated to post my life’s stories. Comments, retorts and embellishments are welcome, but retractions may be rare as my stories get proportionately better with my age.
I also welcome any prompts or suggestions for future posts.
Love, Doug
http://tasteskindaminty.blogspot.com/
Black and white television
Quinan (three) is often attempting to take things apart, sometime I want to call him my little “Trevor.” One day he was shoving a table knife into the top of the dishwasher and… I had a flashback.
I don’t remember how old I was, probably four or five, but I do remember a black and white television on a shelf. I know it was on a shelf (or possibly a counter) because I was always climbing on things when my parents weren’t around and you never forget a good climb.
The sound coming out of the TV fascinated me. So what does a four-year-old do when he’s fascinated? That’s right, make a trip to the kitchen (todler’s toolbox) for a table knife. I remember climbing back up and poking the knife in through the small horizontal openings on the side.
That’s about all I remember. If there was discipline involved after this exploration I can’t recall.
My next childhood memory was of the same television set with a speaker on the side and a wire going in the back. It was probably ten or twenty years later before I connected the two incidents.