Pinon Nuts

I lived in Utah, a long time ago, in the way outback, working on a construction site. There were a lot of native Navajo Native Americans working as welders. As you were talking to them, they would constantly be cracking and crunching on pinion nuts. Kind of like pistachios, but you had to crack them open with your teeth. Being the curious soul that I am, I asked were they got these nuts. I was told that their wives harvested them. I visited a neighbor/Navajo, while he was there, and asked his wife for directions. She told me how to get there and it sounded real simple. I’m simple, it should work.

I didn’t have a four-wheel drive and set out on roads for which there are no maps. I drove through massive canyons, just following the tire tracks. I must have missed a turn. At one point the road followed an old chopped up river bed and ran into a series of small ledges that got bigger the farther I got. One particular ledge made me aware that I would not get back up the same way I came. I met up with a small river I would have to cross. The tire tracks I’d been following could be seen on the muddy hill on the other side. I would have to get a running start, cross the river, shoot up the hill and make a sharp left turn.

A herd of cows were blocking the way. They weren’t disturbed by the sound of my horn. I got out and chased them away to make a hole, but by the time I started again, they had closed the gap. After a couple times of getting out and moving the cows only to have them play the same dirty trick again, I just drove like a maniac straight at them, and they parted like the Red Sea at the last minute. Scared? You bet. Lost? Of course. Several hours later I found the main highway, got out and kissed it, and headed home.

As I was driving back, I remembered that they sold pinion nuts at the general store. Not wanting to come home and lose face, I stopped and paid about five dollars for a handful of pinions. When I got home I showed them to my wife to show her that if there are pinion nuts that need finding, I’m your man. I also told her what I’d gone through to find them. She figured out where I got the pinions after a trip to the general store and after I broke under questioning.

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Burnt Biscuits

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite! « Continue reading »

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Welcome to Holland

I am the mother of an Autistic child. He is four years old and after a VERY rough start, including almost losing him at birth, and 3 weeks in the NICU, we are finally starting to understand him. « Continue reading »

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A Child’s View of Christ’s Crucifixion

On Easter Sunday, I had to stay home from church with Nate who had Croup really bad. When Marshall came home, I asked him what he learned at church that day. He said they showed him pictures of Jesus and how “the bad guys took his shoes and socks off so it would hurt more.  « Continue reading »

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Perspective…

A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.  Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Dad’. « Continue reading »

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Conversations With A Four Year Old..

My four year old son is always making us laugh. Here is a conversation we had in February. He just finished a bad coughing spell and this is what he told me.

Marshall: “Mom, I need a new froat. Cuz if I don’t get one then I will just go: (open and close mouth without making noise) er I will frow up and that’s not fun is it Mom?” « Continue reading »

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My Daughter is a Riot!

Just a quick funny story that happened today.  I was wrestling around with my daughter this afternoon.  After a few minutes, we were just laying on the floor next to each other taking a break from the ultimate fighting/tickling tournament in which we were engaged when I asked her if she realized I had created a website on which I was telling stories about her.  « Continue reading »

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The Highlight Of My Week… Grocery Shopping?

The other day I took my daughter grocery shopping with me.  At first I thought it was going to be a “hurry up and finish” experience but it ended up being the highlight of my week.  « Continue reading »

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