Sunday, July 29, 2012

My niece's birthday

My niece turned 9 a week ago today, and per her request, I'm going to remember those birthdays I spent with her. I'm only going to do dates when I actually saw her (although I could tell some good stories about other years, such as my 2010 dinosaur dig), and I'm only going to do the actual date of July 22, even if the celebrations were on different days. All of the days that fit these criteria happened before my mission.

2007. It was a Sunday. I remember being shocked about Allie being four years old already. I gave her a little cash register toy. That morning before church she was mad at me for something silly, and she kept saying "Ooh!" to me in the same way her mom says it when she's mad. I found it quite hilarious.

2006. My cousins Jesse, Peter, and Quin and I had all slept at my grandparents' house because we had been to a Fathers and Sons outing with my grandpa. When I woke up that morning, I think the others were already awake and were watching TV. I remember Grandpa being on the phone, probably to someone from the stake, and saying they were going to their "great-granddaughter's third birthday party." I thought about how it was actually her fourth birthday, because her first birthday was the day she was born, but that it was actually her third birthday party. Then we went to our house, where Allie had balloons, and everyone gave Allie her presents. Every time a new present was presented to her, she would gasp dramatically and put her hand over her mouth:

Among her presents were costume princess dresses: Belle, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty. After she got her presents, we partook of a cake with princess figurines on it. Later that day we went to my aunt Peggy's apartment--I'm not sure why--and a lot of my cousins were there visiting. They were eating fried chicken. Allie wore one of her new costume dresses, and Peggy had everyone sing "Happy Birthday" to her. Then we went home again and I was outside picking apricots. I went inside and asked David to take a picture of the June bug I found on one of the apricots:

2005. My mom was holding Allie on her lap while they were looking at pictures on the computer. Allie kept saying "Gawgo" as she looked at the pictures, which we found funny. I asked my mom if Allie used that word for her, but she said she used it for Ya-ping. We all found it funny. Then when she had to go to bed, I was holding her upstairs and told her to say goodnight to my dad and Ya-ping. She said, "Night Pop, night Gawgo." We laughed and knew that was her official name for Ya-ping. I made a blog post, "Not Auntie Ann but Mark on Ya-ping's new name," that evening. (It's possible that the events surrounding the name did not happen on her birthday, but the blog post definitely did.)

2004.  My mom's friends Sam and Jackie and maybe Jake came to help celebrate Allie's birthday. Someone took a picture of her while David was filming, and as was characteristic for her at the time, when Allie saw the flash, she scrunched up her nose and sniffled. Jackie found that quite funny, not knowing that she did that every time a picture was taken, and David said he got it on camera. She got a toy that was a little fishbowl that played music. She would dance to its music. She also got a toy that was shaped like a fish and you put water in it and it was a little mat. Sam and Jackie brought Allie a big gift of a pink and purple tricycle that could be pushed, with little license plates that said "PRECIOUS" and "IAMLOVED." Jackie said that she wanted to get a red one but Sam wanted to get her the girly one. We had cake and ice cream; Allie made a mess with hers, as would be expected for a one-year-old. After that we might have gone downstairs to watch the video David had compiled of pictures of Allie and videos from her first year. That night, David said the family prayer, and he said we were thankful for Allie, and I was mildly surprised. I know at one point Susanne told my dad she didn't like the "PRECIOUS" license plate; it made her think of Gollum. This remark about "precious" might have been on a different day.

2003. My mom and Susanne went to the hospital in the morning. A little later my mom called me and said, "We're having a baby." I might have called my schoolfriend Houston Rowe that day--first I called the number he had put in my yearbook, but it was his dad's number and he gave me his mom's number. My grandparents later picked me up and took me to University Hospital. I wanted to be the first person besides my mom and my sister to hold my niece. Except for a friend who had stopped by earlier in the day, I was. Then my grandparents held her. There was talk about how the nurses were all surprised that she was the hydrocephalus baby, because she looked normal. I think at that point they knew that she wasn't swallowing properly but they didn't know why. I could be wrong though.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Pioneer Day

With Pioneer Day being in two days, I'm going to try to remember as many details as I can about the holiday. However, despite being a Mormon, a Utahn, and a descendant of pioneers, I don't really think of the 24th of July as a full holiday. One problem I have is distinguishing my memories of Pioneer Day from my memories of Independence Day.

2011. After church, I was able to find a PDF version of The Friend online. I used it to copy the Obama-like sketch of President Monson from the cover. I Googled for pictures of President Obama and President Monson; one of the sites of a Monson picture was an anti-Mormon site by someone who had converted, went on a mission, was sealed in the temple, and then apostatized. After finding the pictures, I assembled them together. Then I wrote a blog post. Then I combined my two assembled pictures and posted them on Seen @ BYU. But sadly I don't remember what else happened that day.

2010. I'm thinking this was the day of my niece's birthday party. She got all her gifts from everyone else and my sister was about to have her thank everyone but then Allie reminded her that I had one to give her. I gave her a picture book called Aargh! Spider! She read the book out loud and she kept pronouncing aargh like a pirate. I wouldn't eat cake and my family seemed almost disappointed. I don't remember what else happened this day.

2009. My journal for Friday, July 24, 2009 reads, "Today we had sufficient miles to go out to Culdesac. That was pretty fun. We saw Linda Mock, and Sister Durante. We also found a member, looking for another one, who may be moving into the ward. They own an unprofitable restaurant. Lapwai and Culdesac took our whole day." I believe this was the first time I had been to the small town of Culdesac. We went to Lapwai, the Indian reservation, every Friday. We were there, and I looked at our miles and realized we had enough to drive the extra ten miles to Culdesac. We had a media referral to check on. I drove around to try to find it. We drove by Culdesac's small baseball field. We found the house and met a man outside and asked if the lady whose name we had lived there; she did, but she wasn't available. (It's possible this happened on a different Culdesac trip.) I think we went to the Durantes' house; she wasn't there, and Brother Durante (who was inactive) was unenthusiastic about us being there; he told us his wife (who was semi-active) wasn't there. We visited Linda Mock, not knowing what to expect since she was less-active and we'd never met her, but she was very friendly and let us in. She talked about knowing Sister Durante and working (or maybe volunteering) at the thrift shop in Culdesac. Later we went back to the Durantes' and Sister Durante asked us to call before visiting. I looked at a map of Culdesac to get where we needed to go. There was a closed bridge that prevented us from driving where we needed to. I drove down a road that was more like an alley and Elder Warren was mad because he thought it wasn't a real road, but it did lead out to a bigger road. Then we went to a hotel-like apartment building. We parked and talked to someone who said we could come back and see him but he seemed high. We had the names of two less-actives who lived in that apartment building, so we ascended the stairs and knocked on the doors. Neither answered. I think after knocking on the second one, we decided to knock on another door to see if they knew anything about the people whose names we had. A little girl answered and said, "Come in!" I told her that we would need her parents' permission to come in. Her dad came to the door and said "Hi elders!" He let us in, despite them not having much furniture, and he introduced himself as Kim Fluckiger. He said he was from another Idaho city--I think Donnelly--that wasn't in our mission. He and his wife had recently purchased the Jacques Spur cafe just outside of Culdesac; he told us we could go there for dinner and meet his wife and she would give us dinner. The restaurant wasn't very lucrative. He said they were still thinking about officially moving; the rest of their kids were back in Donnelly. We asked if we could have his phone number and he said their apartment didn't have a phone but we could have the restaurant phone because one of them was often there. We asked Brother Fluckiger if he knew about the less-actives; he said they were somehow related to each other but he didn't know much about them. We left and Elder Warren didn't think we should go to the restaurant because it sounded like they weren't doing too well financially.

2008. My journal for Thursday, July 24, 2008 reads, "I was hoping with my companion not being district leader anymore, I'd be able to write more in my journal. But that hasn't been the case. Elder Duncan is very persistent at planning. Which is good. Today he took the 'Rulers and Majorstrates' entry out of the phone--but he still dances in public. His reason for the phone is it's not professional....He doesn't find Jeremiah 24:2 funny....Didn't seem like Pioneer Day, and I can't believe Allie turned five two days ago. She's so old and it's so sad!" The ellipses indicate that there were parts that I didn't include here, but it was irrelevant to what we did that day. I don't remember what we did. (I should explain the "Rulers and Majorstrates" thing--we had all the numbers for all the missionaries in our district in our phone, and I liked to play with their names and make them resemble scriptural passages. Our district leader's companion was Elder Major, so I used the phraseology "rulers and magistrates" from the twelfth article of faith--"rulers" because of our district leader, and "majorstrates" because of Elder Major.)

2007. Like on the Fourth of July, I had to work this day. All I really remember is my coworker Alice saying Pioneer Day wasn't really a holiday to her because she wasn't Mormon.

2006, 2005. I don't remember. :(

2004. I woke up in the morning and turned on the TV because I wanted to see our ward's float in the Days of '47 Parade. Before the parade started, they showed it waiting to go out, with Bernie Ure sitting on it in his blue Mormon costume (Mormon as in the prophet, not just a generic Mormon). Then we were going to my grandparents' house for Allie's family birthday party. I didn't want to leave because I wanted to watch our ward's float in the parade, but my mom said that we already saw it (the clip I mentioned) and so we didn't need to watch it. We went to the indoor pool at my grandparents' condos. I remember Allie being a very cute one-year-old in a swimsuit. Then we went back to my grandparents' house. My aunt Sue got Allie two small baby dolls, which Allie loved. I think my grandparents got her a little thing that had balls that you would push through holes; the holes had little buttons that were pressed when you put the ball through and made noise, and then the balls would roll down the spiral slides.

2003. I remember standing with David and Ya-ping outside of Primary Children's Hospital, where we would have just seen Allie in the NICU. We watched fireworks in the valley.

2002-1997. I can't remember. :(

1996. I'm thinking this was the year that my family was using sparklers. After mine burned out, I touched the end and it was still hot and burned me. I started crying and went in and got in my bed. I think I started saying things like I was never going to use sparklers again. My mom came in and told me I was "buying trouble."

Others. I have a few other memories that I don't know whether they're from the 4th or the 24th. For one, we were at my grandparents' house during the day and we brought a bag of fireworks and took it in their basement, but we kids weren't allowed to touch it. During the day we lit the snake and a parachute; we kids excitedly went out to try to find the parachute, which had an American flag, a yellow flag, and a Black Cat (brand) flag. Another memory is having the Thompsons over at our house and lighting one of the pinwheel fireworks that you nail to something; we nailed it to a railroad tie that kept our garden up, and it set the grass on fire; fortunately, the hose was readily available to extinguish it. I think it's likely the sparkler incident was the 24th; I'm not sure about the other. I for sure remember a 24th in which we could see the fireworks from Lagoon at our house. These events probably happened between 1994 and 1997.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

July 15, 1998

On July 15, 1998, I spent my day chez my friend David Christensen. I think all of my family was at work, so my mom didn't want me to be home alone all day. I remember David's mom, Chantelle, had set up a slip-n-slide in the back yard. David's little sister Shae(lene) was wearing a bikini, and I remember there being a discussion that she couldn't wear it in public. Chantelle had made macaroni and cheese for all of us kids there (her own, me, and I think some neighbor kids, the Plowmans). I remember sitting on a chair in the backyard with no shirt on, since I had just done the slip-n-slide, my fat belly glistening in the sun for everyone to see.

Shae had a birthday party to go to at Classic Skating in Bountiful. I didn't want to skate, so I think I was talking with David about how we could just wait and play with the Veggie Friend Seedies I owned: Corny on the Cob, Charles Broccoli, and Cabby Cabbage. But Chantelle wouldn't allow that. We showed up to Classic Skating and I was dismayed by signs that said everyone had to have skates. I had never had any kind of wheels beneath my feet, so I was quite nervous. And rightly so.

I put my skates on (they were roller skates, not roller blades) and made my way to the rink. I fell down once, but I got back up again. I fell down again, and I didn't get up.

My leg hurt really bad. When I tried to move it, it hurt even worse. Chantelle would periodically come over and tell me that I needed to get up, that someone was going to run over me. But I found that unlikely, since I wasn't even close to the rink; I was still on the carpeted area. I kept telling her it hurt too much to get up. She told me it was probably just bruised, that bruises can really hurt. But I knew there was no way that my leg was simply bruised; it at least had to be sprained. At one point I said, "When I fell, I heard a pop." But I didn't really think much of the pop.

Eventually we left, and Paul Chavez, a fellow ward member, picked me up and carried me out to Chantelle's van. I felt bad for him, since he had to carry me, an overweight nine-year-old. When we got back to the Christensens', David and Chantelle helped me hobble to the couch in their basement. Chantelle let us watch a movie, and David picked The Swiss Family Robinson. Later I woke up and the movie was over; they told me I had fallen asleep during the movie. My mom arrived and she, Chantelle, and David all helped me to my mom's car. My mom took me to Instacare, where I had x-rays taken and my leg was veritably broken--a small (but complete) break in the fibula, near the knee, and a spiral fracture on the tibia, near the ankle. My mom told me that the fact that I had fallen asleep at the Christensens' house indicated to her that I probably broke it.

Then we went to the emergency room at Primary Children's Hospital. I remember being in the waiting room for a really long time, wondering why it was taking so long, and my mom explained that people with more severe injuries would get to go in first. I can't remember whether she asked if there was something I wanted, but I did tell my mom that I wanted the remainder of the Veggie Friend Seedies. She told me that she would even let me have the Moy Mushroom she had already purchased, despite my room not being clean. I said, "You mean it's not a bribe anymore!?" For some reason, my mom was across the room (at the front desk) when she told me that, so one of the receptionists heard my response and found it quite funny, and I was embarrassed. My mom called Susanne and gave her the task of buying movies for me. I wanted the Wallace and Gromit movies, and I did eventually get them, but I think that night my sister couldn't find them, so instead she got me the Olsen twin movie It Takes Two, a Disney Sing-Along, and another video (but sadly I can't remember what!).

I was given a splint (one that would cause me grief over the next few days) and was sent home. I slept downstairs on our whitish couch. It was a long night. I ended up soiling Cabby Cabbage. My mom cut the tag off and soaked it in a container of a solution of soap and/or vinegar. I remember my mom emailing my grandparents, who were on a mission in Samoa. She had to go to school the next day (she taught at a year-round school), and I felt guilty that she had such little sleep on account of me.

I have fond memories of the summer that ensued. But those will have to wait for another day.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The old house

My family moved from our house in Rose Park when I was two and a half. Yes, I almost grew up as a gangster. Despite my young age, I have a few memories of the old house, probably the oldest memories I possess.

I can remember walking into my playhouse in the backyard one day.

I can remember looking at our neighbors' basketball standard over the fence. It had the NBA logo on it. I couldn't tell that it was a person between the red and the blue; I just remember thinking it was a really weird design. And of course I couldn't read.

I remember my brother and his friends sitting at the table in the kitchen while I had fun playing with the light on the refrigerator--you know, the one where the ice and water come out. I was pushing the hidden button, turning the light off and on. I suppose it's possible this was a dream, but it could be real.

I have a memory that isn't of the house but would have been from the same era. We were visiting some neighbors, the Robisons, and two of the daughters were feeding me soup from a Ninja Turtle bowl, saying, "Here comes the airplane!" Although if it was a Ninja Turtle bowl, it's possible it was at our house after all.

I have a memory that I am quite positive was a dream, although it took me a long time to realize it was. I don't know whether it is from that era or if it came later; nevertheless, it does provide me with an image of the layout of our house. Some neighbor kids, the Bergeners, burst into our house one day. The girls went downstairs, but Brett (whom I erroneously called Bread) went up in the kitchen, where my mom was cooking. He took a bottle of vanilla and started chugging it, and my mom didn't seem to mind.

When I was seven, I went with my mom and my sister to the old neighborhood. We saw the old house and visited the ladies who lived there. Then we went and visited the Kellers, who gave us popcorn in little serving cups. I was hesitant to play with their kids, but after some convincing I went into the bedroom of a boy and a girl who shared a room.

When members of my family make reference to the old house, it's not something I can really relate to or have an attachment to. But I do have these few memories of it.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Road trip, 1995

At around 5:00 one June morning in 1995, before the sun had come up, my family loaded into our blue Subaru Legacy to head on our vacation to the East, most notably to my great-grandma's house in small Pulaski, New York. I was six years old at the time, and this is the first major vacation that I can remember. My dad was driving and my mom was in the passenger seat; I sat in the middle in the back with my brother David on the left and my sister Susanne (Nan) on the right. I think I discovered that I had left my Etch-a-Sketch keychain in the car, so I was able to play with it during vacation. On our first day of driving, at one point Nan asked if she could crack the window, meaning open it a little. I had never heard crack used that way before. I think she put up my blue silky blanket in the window to block the sun. At one point I scraped some earwax out of my ear and asked if anyone wanted my earwax. My siblings were grossed out and my mom told me it was gross, but I didn't understand why.

We listened to our mix tapes that we had made. Mine consisted largely of The Secret Garden and Simon and Garfunkel. I was disappointed that the Peter Pan song my sister and mom had convinced me to add to my tape was not a Disney version and was in fact some lady (Mary Martin) who pretended to be Peter Pan even though she sounded nothing like a boy. I had told my mom my CD could be called "Mix" but she told me we would have to call it "Mark's Mix"; I was later surprised to see that Nan had had the same idea and called hers "Susanne's Mix."

We stopped at several rest stops for meals. At one place where we stopped there were several mishaps, including dropping the ketchup bottle and having it explode. I kept pointing out that I got mustard on my shirt as another contributing mishap. We all laughed when the sprinklers came on.

Our first major stop on the trip was in Nauvoo, IL. It was very rainy the whole time we were there, which kept the crowds small. I remember seeing the rainwater what seemed like an inch deep on the pavement. At one point we had to pull over near a gas station because it was raining so hard. I remember my brother fitting the pink fold-up umbrella in his pocket. We stayed at a motel in Nauvoo that had a small office. I was intrigued by the tiny office and thought it would be fun to have one in the front yard, kind of like a playhouse. I said to my dad, "Can you make me an office?" My parents shared one bed, my brother and I shared another, and my sister slept on a cot. We went to the vacant Nauvoo Temple lot, where they had some of the sun stones on display. I understood what sun stones and moon stones were, but I got a little confused with talk of sandstone and limestone. I remember one place where they gave us gingerbread cookies. We went to the blacksmith, where they made a little horseshoe and asked who there had the closest birthday. It was my mom, so she got to keep the horseshoe. They gave us rings made out of nails. We got a Nauvoo brick at another place. We stopped at a printer's shop, where my brother got to wear a printing hat and sit at the press, but I only remember this because of the picture in the scrapbook. We watched a play in the evening put on by the senior missionaries in a building with marble columns. I remember it being really funny, although I don't know if I laughed because I got it or if I laughed because everyone else was. We got some sugar crystal candy at a shop. The candy was on a wooden stick with a sphere at the bottom, which I later used in pretending because it looked like a cartoon thermometer. On our way out of Nauvoo early one morning, we drove by Liberty Jail and my mom told me Joseph Smith was in jail there, but I didn't know why it was significant (and in fact it took me a while to realize Liberty Jail and Carthage Jail were different things).

At some point during the trip I became familiar with the idea of a ghost town, so every time I saw an abandoned building, I figured it was a ghost town, or at least a ghost building. As we were driving down the road, I saw a Shell sign, but I didn't see any gas station, so I figured it must be a ghost gas station. Somewhere around there, we stopped at a park to eat lunch, and one of the tables had a butterfly chrysalis on it.

Our next major stop was in Washington, D.C. We stayed in a cabin-like motel that had a little playground. I remember being fascinated by the fireflies. My mom had some caffeinated ruby red grapefruit drink in our motel cabin.We saw the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall and the Lincoln Memorial, where I was wearing my Looney Tunes shirt (I only remember what I was wearing because of the scrapbook). We went to the Smithsonian, where I remember wondering why the Star Spangled Banner had splotches on it (only the cover did, not the flag), and I was excited to see a Nauvoo Temple sun stone. My mom and sister went to an exhibit of First Ladies' dresses, while I went with my dad and my brother to a war exhibit. My souvenir from the Smithsonian was a kaleidoscope, only it wasn't a kaleidoscope where you turn the front and little plastic beads fall around; it was a kaleidoscope where you turned the whole thing and it would refract images that entered the front. I remember sitting on a bench in the museum or a mall and looking at people through it. Their walking made the kaleidoscope work; I didn't even need to turn it. Later in the trip I remember my grandpa was trying to make it work by twisting the front; we had to tell him he had to turn the whole thing.

I remember attending a service for the tomb of the unknown soldier. My dad had me on his shoulders so I could see, but I didn't know what was going on. I decided to be silly and put my hands over my dad's eyes and laughed deviously, but my mom and sister shushed me and I felt guilty. We also visited Arlington and Gettysburg on that trip, but I don't really remember those places.

Then we made it to Pulaski, NY, where Grandma King lived. As we got to the lane where she lived, we were surprised to see the street sign proclaim it as Ebbert Rd. It was called that because Grandma King had lived there longer than anyone else, but it was my grandparents, the Ebberts, who officially owned the place, so that Grandma King could have an apartment in town. I had been there as a baby and I had seen illustrations of the place, but this was the first time I remembered seeing it for myself--the red K on the outside of the chimney, the marshy places at the edge of the pond, the dock leading out into the water. I can't remember if my grandparents were already there, but I know we were the first of all other families to arrive (since we were having a family reunion). I was endeared by Grandma King's white facial hair. I liked the horseshoe on the shed.

That first night in Pulaski we went to visit my Great Aunt Mary Lou. Before we got out of the car, My mom and sister (now that I think about it, I think my sister tried to be a second mother to me on this trip) told me that I couldn't say anything when we went inside. When we went inside, I found out that it was because my mom's cousin married a dwarf, Sandy, and they didn't want me to say anything. Sandy was in the kitchen cooking.

Over the course of several days, other families arrived. My uncle Paul and his family arrived in their Pathfinder; I think his lady friend of the time also came with her kids. Paul told us of how a bear followed them, and they still had the bear's paw and/or claw prints on the spare tire case. My cousin Tammy had been the first to notice and she told the story of how she alerted everyone to the bear. Her eyes were really big and she just pointed to the back. I asked her why she didn't just say out loud that a bear was following them. She said it was because she was silly like that. (Or something like that.) The Thompsons and the Gildersleeves also arrived. I was able to meet distant relatives that I didn't know, such as the Morrows (my mom's cousin's families) and one Uncle Jack who smoked a pipe, which I thought was kind of cool.

Since the house at "The Pond" was quite small, lots of tents were put up to accommodate everyone. I actually only ended up sleeping in a tent one night. I remember having lots of fun experiences with my cousins and relatives. I remember a few incidents with my then-uncle Wayne: Once he went into the little grove-y area near the house and picked some wild strawberries; once he made me and my cousin Chancey go in the bathroom together; once I was mad at him for something and I told him, "I hope you know I'm a vampire, Uncle Wayne!" (The reason for this vampire identity was because when I had broken my arm the previous October, I got some Halloween stickers that I put on the blue blanket that I took on this particular trip. I liked to pretend the blanket was like a vampire cape. I can't remember if the Halloween stickers were still on the blanket at this point or not, but I still did like to pretend to be a vampire with it.) Once I was playing with a red-and-white-striped, fringed piece of cloth that was tied to a blue-and-white-striped piece of cloth; I was playing some "give me the password and I'll let you pass" game. Grandma King played along. This might have been connected to the Wayne-vampire incident. I liked holidays then as much as I do now, but then I didn't really care about them being in season; thus I was playing some game with my cousin Joey with the shamrocks in the yard. I only found three-leaf-shamrocks, but I talked a lot in the game about four-leaf ones. At one point I thought Joey had found a six-leaf one, but he pointed out that it was just three; I had mistaken the two bumps on the heart-shaped leaves as individual leaves. I remember riding on a boat with Nan, Tammy, and my mom; I was humming something and Tammy asked me what I was humming. I told her I was just making it up, which was true, but I think parts of it were from The Pagemaster. We were having a discussion about the depth of the pond. It was said that my cousins Shane and Todd would be able to stand on the bottom of it. Tammy jokingly said that where we currently were on the water, she would be able to stand (it was estimated the depth was ten feet). I remember sitting on the dock and my cousin April was fishing. I was humming and she told me to be quiet. I pointed out that the house down the way (a house that owned a slide on a dock in the pond) was loudly playing music; she told me that that was over there, not where we were. She said she didn't like fish. I asked her why she was fishing; she said she liked catching fish, just not eating them. Once Chancey was eating a fish but it still had the scales on, which didn't look at all appetizing to me. I met my second cousin Kyle, who was born on Christmas. I found him a bit mean. At one point he took a wet net and shook it over my head while singing "Jingle Bells." We bought some water wings ("floaties") for the water, but they were a darker shade of orange than I was used to. I remember a discussion about how my cousins Peter and Shane would both be "four" at the same time (since Shane was a Leap Day baby).

On the Fourth of July was our official family reunion. I took this paragraph from my Fourth of July memory post:
We were at a family reunion in upstate New York. (On this day we were at the house of one of my mom's cousins, the one married to Sandy. Their house wasn't finished and had a really cool ledge). My mom had bought these huge greenish-gray shirts for us all to wear so we would match. I was wearing shorts with vertical red, white and blue stripes with some hints of green. My cousin Joey and I were talking with our older cousin Tammy and pretending to be the Statue of Liberty, putting our hands up, holding imaginary torches. At one point I said, "I'm the Statue of Freedom," and just stood doing nothing (no hand in the air), and she corrected me with "Liberty." Then I was able to educate her about the Statue of Freedom I had seen elsewhere on my trip, which was a woman with an eagle on her head. I remember watching my brother and older cousins and second cousins playing a game of basketball.

One day we went up to Niagara Falls. We were able to go behind the Falls and wore yellow plastic jackets. There was a sign that said "Trip Hazard." I don't know if I knew the difference between tripping and slipping, so I thought it was referring to the wet ground. (I might have actually associated the word "trip" with vacation.) I also pronounced "hazard" as "huh-zard." We went to a gift shop where my mom bought a set of salt and pepper shakers that were a toaster and a piece of toast; my sister also got a set of salt and pepper shakers that were bottles of Clearly Canadian. I was excited to be in a different country, so I got a little Canadian flag. My parents and the Thompsons bought bottles of real maple syrup; Joey got his own little bottle, and I was a bit jealous. I wanted some Canadian money, so we went into a store called Christmas Magic that had Christmas decorations so we could exchange some money. The Santa decorations in the store were a little different from my traditional view of Santa, so I wondered if that was the Canadian version of Santa. I got a two-dollar bill, a one-dollar coin, a quarter, a dime, a nickel, and several pennies.

One day we went to Palmyra. We went to the Sacred Grove, and I remember my mom pointing to a patch of sunlight coming through the trees; she told me the First Vision might have been as bright as that. I was wearing my blue and green turtle outfit, but I only remember that because of pictures. After the Sacred Grove we ate sandwiches. Joey said he wanted mustard on his, and the rest of us thought mustard was gross, although I think David might have said mustard is good but mayo is gross. Then we went to the Hill Cumorah (which Joey called the Hill Cuhmormon, but I personally don't remember that). At the top of the hill, we Melville and Thompson kids arranged ourselves at the monument for a picture. David and Susanne sat in front, and all us littler kids gathered around. I wanted to be tallest in the picture, so I was standing on a ledge near the bottom of the monument. The adults kept telling us not to climb the monument, but I wasn't climbing it, I just wanted to be higher than everyone.

One day we went to a cemetery to see Grandpa King's grave. I remember being fascinated by a nearby tombstone for a little girl with the girl's picture on it. There was a Halloween decoration at that grave, and I asked my mom if we could take it. She of course said no, and I'm embarrassed now that I even asked. Several wasps (or other stinging insects) entered the car and got stuck in the rear window, where they died and their corpses paled for years.

Eventually the time came for us to leave Pulaski. Before we left, we were at a grocery store where we bought Alpha-Bits cereal and Goober peanut butter/jelly, which I had never seen before. Susanne didn't come back with us; she went to NYC with my grandparents and the Thompsons, where my grandpa bought sandwiches for everyone from a bar.

The four of us Melvilles made our way back west. Once we stayed in a hotel where we ate Spaghettios straight from the can; it was then that I discovered they taste better cold. I think the noodles were shaped like Garfield characters, although it might have been Where's Waldo. Somewhere we also stopped at McDonald's (or somewhere like that), where the toy in my kids meal was a male character from Pocahontas, I think her dad.

We went to a place called Reptile Gardens, where the first thing we did was look at 100-year-old tortoises, which I touched. There were lots of other reptiles, too. We went to Mt. Rushmore, where I think we stayed the night. We were looking at gift shops and one had little models of Mt. Rushmore. There were big gray ones, which my mom and I didn't like. They had white ones that we liked. There was one little one and several bigger ones. My mom wanted me to get a bigger one, but I wanted the little one. I remember my mom asking stores about Black Hills gold. The next morning we saw Mt. Rushmore and tried to see Crazy Horse, although I can't remember if we actually saw it or not. On the drive home, David asked me if he could have one Canadian penny. I didn't want to give him one, but my mom made me, since I had several pennies and lots of other coins, and he was just asking for one.

And then we came home!