This morning as I was getting ready for church, I heard a knock down, drag out fight between 2T and S. There was yelling, door slamming, and hysterical crying. I sat in my room with my door shut, with my own anger rising, wondering what I should do.
Should I ground them from all electronics for the Christmas break? Should I make them share a room until they can learn to get along? Should I go out and yell and scream? (because that works so well) I was at a loss. When you children start physically hurting each other, it becomes difficult to know what to do.
Honestly, I was thinking back to the time when I was a teenager and kicked my sister in the stomach. That was a bad choice on my part. Sorry mle.
As I was pondering what I should do, an idea started to formulate. It didn't come all in order, or from me, but I do feel that the information was already in the coffers and the Lord was able to use what I already knew in a way I would have not thought of by myself.
Two scriptures came to mind. 3 Nephi 11:29 " . . .the spirit of contention is not of me, but is of the devil" and Mosiah 2:17 ". . when you are in the service of your fellow beings, you are only in the service of your God."
We all learn that the way to love someone is to serve them. Does it work with siblings? Let's find out.
I called the culprits into my room and told them the plan. Without getting mad, or even asking what had happened, I told them that they were inviting Satan's spirit into our home with their actions, and I didn't like it or want it here. I spoke to them about the scriptures that had come to mind, and what they meant. I then informed them that they were to do acts of service for each other for the next week. They each needed to do at least one a day, and report to me when they had done it.
With the rules explained, and a child glaring, we went to church. We had 3 speakers in Sacrament Meeting. Any guesses what the first 2 were about? SERVICE! Thank you Heavenly Father. I felt like I was on the right track, and this was driving the lesson home.
Later in the day, 2T told me that when the talks at church were about service, he was so mad. He was mad because he knew it was right.
Don't you love it when Heavenly Father lines up everything to work out for you? Hopefully the kids will take advantage of this learning opportunity. Hopefully, I will too.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
80+ left to go
Moving to Wyoming had afforded us a few things that we have not had in Pocatello. There is a sense of community in this small town, where everyone knows everyone, that makes everyone step up and help each other. There is more money in the schools, so our children have been able to be involved in more activities. And I have been able to cross something off of my life goal list, opal making.
When I was at Ricks College I met someone who made opals. His name was Larry, and he worked with DSH. He showed me some of the unfinished opals one day while I was at work with DSH. Unfinished opals? How is an opal unfinished? I thought they were rocks. Larry showed me that most opals are just a vein in a rock. These veins are sanded down, and made into a triplet, which is a carbon back, the opal vein, and a quartz cap. I was fascinated by what I was learning. Ever since then, I have wanted to learn how to make opals.
There is an opal mine in Spencer, Idaho. I have been up to Spencer many times because the Winder family takes the cattle to summer there. We have camped, fished, had family reunions, moved cows, 4 wheeled, shot guns there, but never have we gone to the mine. I often begged Joe to stop at one of the many rock shops that line the streets of Spencer. He relented, once. I looked at all of the opals, finished and raw. Of course I wanted to buy something. Joe thought it was ridiculous for me to buy something, and he was right. I didn't know the first thing about finishing an opal, or have any access to any equipment to help me.
Now I am in Wyoming, quite a distance from the mine in Spencer. I was sitting in Relief Society and saw a woman sitting behind me who had on an opal pendant. I commented on how much I liked her necklace, and she told me that her husband had made it. I then learned that he got his opals in Spencer. I told her of my desire to make opals, and she said that her husband would love to teach me.
I was so excited to go to their home and have Brother R. teach me how to make opals. The following is a detailed description of what I learned.
Bro. R taught me that most opals are very thin veins, and they are very unstable. They crack easily, and can be destroyed if not careful while trying to make them. There are some opals that are much more stable, such as the Ethiopian opals. They are more like a stone. There are many different kinds of opals, but I am going to focus on the ones from Idaho. An opal is hydrated silica. Some times they can loose their color as the level of water in the silica decreases. Some of the opals that are mined are thick enough that they can be a solid rock or a doublet. A doublet is only two layers. A lot are triplets. I learned how to make a triplet.
Bro R went to Spencer and rummaged for rocks that had opal veins in them, that had been brought out of the mine. He has a bunch of it in his basement that he can use at his disposal.
We searched through his rough opal until he found one he thought would be a good choice.
Over Thanksgiving I took it to a friend in Pocatello who is a silver smith. He put it in a setting for me and now I can wear it as a necklace.
When I was at Ricks College I met someone who made opals. His name was Larry, and he worked with DSH. He showed me some of the unfinished opals one day while I was at work with DSH. Unfinished opals? How is an opal unfinished? I thought they were rocks. Larry showed me that most opals are just a vein in a rock. These veins are sanded down, and made into a triplet, which is a carbon back, the opal vein, and a quartz cap. I was fascinated by what I was learning. Ever since then, I have wanted to learn how to make opals.
There is an opal mine in Spencer, Idaho. I have been up to Spencer many times because the Winder family takes the cattle to summer there. We have camped, fished, had family reunions, moved cows, 4 wheeled, shot guns there, but never have we gone to the mine. I often begged Joe to stop at one of the many rock shops that line the streets of Spencer. He relented, once. I looked at all of the opals, finished and raw. Of course I wanted to buy something. Joe thought it was ridiculous for me to buy something, and he was right. I didn't know the first thing about finishing an opal, or have any access to any equipment to help me.
Now I am in Wyoming, quite a distance from the mine in Spencer. I was sitting in Relief Society and saw a woman sitting behind me who had on an opal pendant. I commented on how much I liked her necklace, and she told me that her husband had made it. I then learned that he got his opals in Spencer. I told her of my desire to make opals, and she said that her husband would love to teach me.
I was so excited to go to their home and have Brother R. teach me how to make opals. The following is a detailed description of what I learned.
Bro. R taught me that most opals are very thin veins, and they are very unstable. They crack easily, and can be destroyed if not careful while trying to make them. There are some opals that are much more stable, such as the Ethiopian opals. They are more like a stone. There are many different kinds of opals, but I am going to focus on the ones from Idaho. An opal is hydrated silica. Some times they can loose their color as the level of water in the silica decreases. Some of the opals that are mined are thick enough that they can be a solid rock or a doublet. A doublet is only two layers. A lot are triplets. I learned how to make a triplet.
Bro R went to Spencer and rummaged for rocks that had opal veins in them, that had been brought out of the mine. He has a bunch of it in his basement that he can use at his disposal.
This opal was marked "AAA" because Bro R though it would make a good opal. He marks where the vein is on the rock with a sharpie marker. That way he knows where to cut the rock. He cuts the rock on a tile saw, which has water running through it. The cut is made about 1/4" away from the vein.
Here you can start to see the opal vein.
Next you sand down the opal until you get into the vein. This is done with diamond blade. As the rock is sanded, it needs to be checked often. If it is sanded too much, it may be sanded right through the vein, and then it is ruined. Because opals are unstable, they crack easily. To prevent that, there is a drip system that is used on the sander to keep the heat down.
Unfortunately, this opal didn't work out. There was stone in the middle of the vein, and it never got very clear. This one went into the trash. The thing about opals, they are kind of like a treasure hunt. Remember the build up of Geraldo Rivera opening Al Capone's vault? All of the build up, then nothing inside. Same thing here. It looked good from the outside, even got the "AAA" status, but nothing worth keeping. Bro R said he wanted me to have a nice piece, so he picked another rock he though would work. He worked it for a while then handed it to me. After sanding, this is what we had.
Now for the decision making. The color is good on this opal, and there aren't very many visible flaws. I could make a doublet out of it, which would mean trimming the rock off of the back, and putting on a cap. What you see is what you get. But Bro R thinks it will have a lot of color if we make it a triplet, but there is a chance we make crack or break it. I decided to go for the color.
We glued a carbon back onto the face of the opal,
Cut the rest of the rock off, so we could sand down to the vein from the other side.
After the sanding was all done, this is what we ended up with. I was very excited.
The color ended up so bright, and colors that I loved. There were a few flaws in the opal though. There are a few fissures, which could have been there the whole time, or could have been caused by too much pressure and heat, or just the instability of the stone itself. There is also a cloud the shape of a 'V' in the middle of the stone. We decided to cap the whole piece, instead of trying to just get the clearest part of the stone. It would make a very large opal, and those aren't very common, even though there would be some flaws in it. So we glued a quartz cap on the top, Bro R sanded it into an oval, and this is the end product.
Over Thanksgiving I took it to a friend in Pocatello who is a silver smith. He put it in a setting for me and now I can wear it as a necklace.
Now I have been bitten by the bug. I am ready to get my own stuff and get started.
Only if I lived closer to an opal mine. . .
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Campaigning STINKS
It really does.
In Wyoming, campaigning causes bad smells, bad roads, and bad accidents. Although it does create a lot of short term jobs.
What am I talking about, you ask? This years' sugar beet campaign.
I have no idea why they call it a campaign, but for about a month there are spud trucks (oops, I mean beet trucks!) running non-stop though town. The sugar beets are farmed on all sides of town, so you never know what direction a truck may come from. As the trucks leave the fields, they run mud onto the streets, and when it mixes with the bentonite in the soil, and the snow, the roads become a slick mess.
The sugar beets are processed in a sugar factory on the edge of town. The smell it creates is something between rotten potatoes, manure, and stinky feet. Sometimes the smell is so bad in town that you can't go outside without gaging. I am lucky enough to work on the same side of town as the factory, but live on the other.
Sugar beets are the "heart" of this community!
In Wyoming, campaigning causes bad smells, bad roads, and bad accidents. Although it does create a lot of short term jobs.
What am I talking about, you ask? This years' sugar beet campaign.
I have no idea why they call it a campaign, but for about a month there are spud trucks (oops, I mean beet trucks!) running non-stop though town. The sugar beets are farmed on all sides of town, so you never know what direction a truck may come from. As the trucks leave the fields, they run mud onto the streets, and when it mixes with the bentonite in the soil, and the snow, the roads become a slick mess.
The sugar beets are processed in a sugar factory on the edge of town. The smell it creates is something between rotten potatoes, manure, and stinky feet. Sometimes the smell is so bad in town that you can't go outside without gaging. I am lucky enough to work on the same side of town as the factory, but live on the other.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Jumping In, Both Feet at a Time
My daughter S has taken to this move like a fish in the water. She said she knew it would be hard, but she would be alright because she makes friends easily.
What a great attitude!
I wish we could all be so positive. She has decided that she wants to be involved in all sorts of things associated with the Middle School. She really hasn't been involved with much before, but here, the opportunities have been opened to her.
She decided to run Cross Country. She did well, made friends, and had fun.
She also joined the chess club. She participated in a tournament where she played for about 5 hours. She played 5 games. Two of them she won, two of them she lost, and one ended in a draw. (One of the other player had S in check mate several times, but neither of the players noticed it, so it ended in a draw!)
Oh yeah, and by the way. . . . Mom I joined the swim team, and practice is at 6:15 am. . .
Sigh.
What a great attitude!
I wish we could all be so positive. She has decided that she wants to be involved in all sorts of things associated with the Middle School. She really hasn't been involved with much before, but here, the opportunities have been opened to her.
She decided to run Cross Country. She did well, made friends, and had fun.
She also joined the chess club. She participated in a tournament where she played for about 5 hours. She played 5 games. Two of them she won, two of them she lost, and one ended in a draw. (One of the other player had S in check mate several times, but neither of the players noticed it, so it ended in a draw!)
Oh yeah, and by the way. . . . Mom I joined the swim team, and practice is at 6:15 am. . .
Sigh.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Run til it's Fun
A friend of mine recently said,"Cross Country is a way to turn torture into fun."
I agree.
Tooty has been participating in Cross Country for Worland High School this year. This is really the first year that he has participated in sports in High School. He has been doing very well. He has a competitive spirit that helps him overcome physical limitation. When the season started, he was in the middle of the pack. When the season ended, he was at the front.
Yesterday was the State Competition for Wyoming, which was held in Douglas. Douglas is actually closer to Loveland, Colorado where my parents live, than it is to where we live. We called my parents and invited them to come.
Tooty ran the 5K race, which was on a very difficult course, in 18 minutes and 50 seconds. He was disappointed with his time, but I thought he did well. He said that he hit the hill too hard, too early, so he had expended all of his energy. Seeing him come down that hill, I would have to agree.
After the Hill
The thing that he is disappointed in, is that people caught him in the end. He wasn't able to keep his speed. He came in 29th, with about 100 runners in the race. Pacing himself will come with practice.
I was proud of him. He ran, he finished. More than I could do.
I agree.
Tooty has been participating in Cross Country for Worland High School this year. This is really the first year that he has participated in sports in High School. He has been doing very well. He has a competitive spirit that helps him overcome physical limitation. When the season started, he was in the middle of the pack. When the season ended, he was at the front.
Yesterday was the State Competition for Wyoming, which was held in Douglas. Douglas is actually closer to Loveland, Colorado where my parents live, than it is to where we live. We called my parents and invited them to come.
Tooty ran the 5K race, which was on a very difficult course, in 18 minutes and 50 seconds. He was disappointed with his time, but I thought he did well. He said that he hit the hill too hard, too early, so he had expended all of his energy. Seeing him come down that hill, I would have to agree.
Before the Hill
The thing that he is disappointed in, is that people caught him in the end. He wasn't able to keep his speed. He came in 29th, with about 100 runners in the race. Pacing himself will come with practice.
I was proud of him. He ran, he finished. More than I could do.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Yo quiero Taco Bell
When I left Pocatello, SS gave me a calendar that everyone had put together in my behalf. It had pictures of all of my friends, with special occasions marked. It also had intermittent reminders to blog about new things in my life. The first assignment was to write about our new place.
When JG came to visit, the first thing out of her mouth was, "It's pink." Yes, I live in a pink house. The next thing she said was, " It reminds me of Taco Bell."
If you can get past the fact that we live in Wyoming, and not New Mexico, it's not that bad. It has green carpet, and green is my favorite color. It also has carpet that is white, 2 shades of blue, another shade of green, and red (which matches the kitchen sink!)
We are very blessed to have 5 bedrooms. Everyone gets their own room except DSH and I, but we don't want them anyway. I couldn't show any pictures of the bedrooms, because not one of them was clean.
We have three rooms in a row that connect to the living room. One is a dining room, but we put the piano there because we didn't want the table to be seen from the living room.
When JG came to visit, the first thing out of her mouth was, "It's pink." Yes, I live in a pink house. The next thing she said was, " It reminds me of Taco Bell."
If you can get past the fact that we live in Wyoming, and not New Mexico, it's not that bad. It has green carpet, and green is my favorite color. It also has carpet that is white, 2 shades of blue, another shade of green, and red (which matches the kitchen sink!)
We are very blessed to have 5 bedrooms. Everyone gets their own room except DSH and I, but we don't want them anyway. I couldn't show any pictures of the bedrooms, because not one of them was clean.
We have three rooms in a row that connect to the living room. One is a dining room, but we put the piano there because we didn't want the table to be seen from the living room.
Next is the kitchen. It is located inbetween the dining room, and the family room. It is directly behind the wood paneling in the living room. It is smaller than I am used to, and it doesn't have enough storage, but a kitchen is a kitchen. At least we wont fall asleep while doing the dishes!
Finally is the family room which we use as a dining/computer room. It is the room which sees the most use. Unfortunately, the carpet is white. Maybe putting the table there isn't such a great idea after all.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Ummm. . .
The thing about moving to a different location, is that you get to experience all of the new and exciting local flavor. . .
Looks like a great place for ice cream, doesn't it?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Almost OK
I took the family to Pack Meeting tonight. There were families there that I did not know from the other ward. I was happy to meet some more people.
I finally met the Nelsons. The husbands brother married one of my former young women. While we were talking, I asked the wife where she was from. She named a small town in Idaho where CP is from. I asked her if she knew CP, and she said that she did know her, and had graduated from high school the same year CP had. I was so excited. (Probably to much so!)
The same thing happened a few weeks ago with someone in my ward. I found out she was from Idaho, so we started the "who do you know" game. Turns out she remembers KV's family showing sheep at the fair!
So now I know someone in my ward who knows KV's family, and someone in the other ward who knows CP. Now all I have to do is find someone who knows SS, FH, and JG!
I finally met the Nelsons. The husbands brother married one of my former young women. While we were talking, I asked the wife where she was from. She named a small town in Idaho where CP is from. I asked her if she knew CP, and she said that she did know her, and had graduated from high school the same year CP had. I was so excited. (Probably to much so!)
The same thing happened a few weeks ago with someone in my ward. I found out she was from Idaho, so we started the "who do you know" game. Turns out she remembers KV's family showing sheep at the fair!
So now I know someone in my ward who knows KV's family, and someone in the other ward who knows CP. Now all I have to do is find someone who knows SS, FH, and JG!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The Wait is Over
Today I was sustained as a Primary worker. I will be team teaching the 9-10 year olds until January, then the class will be split, and I will have my own class.
I don't know if I have ever had this calling before. I know I have substituted, been the nursery leader, and the Primary President, twice. But, I don't know if I have ever been called as a primary worker. This will give me a new perspective.
I feel blessed that I am able to work with the older children. They may be a little bit rowdier, but there are concepts that they can understand that the other can't. We are studying the New Testament which is what is being studied in Gospel Doctrine. So at least I will be studying the same things I would have been while teaching Gospel Doctrine. I really enjoyed teaching Gospel Doctrine, and since I have been released with the move, I have not studied my scriptures the same way. Hopefully this will bring me back around.
I don't know if I have ever had this calling before. I know I have substituted, been the nursery leader, and the Primary President, twice. But, I don't know if I have ever been called as a primary worker. This will give me a new perspective.
I feel blessed that I am able to work with the older children. They may be a little bit rowdier, but there are concepts that they can understand that the other can't. We are studying the New Testament which is what is being studied in Gospel Doctrine. So at least I will be studying the same things I would have been while teaching Gospel Doctrine. I really enjoyed teaching Gospel Doctrine, and since I have been released with the move, I have not studied my scriptures the same way. Hopefully this will bring me back around.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
All Of the Places to Love Best
This is the name of a book read to me today in a training. We were to listen to the book with the idea that we were to do a free form writing after. We were listen and gather ideas and feelings. Here is my free form that I wrote in the 5-10 minutes after the story ended. I though it was kind of fun, and def- def- definitely ( a little Rain Man for KV) shows a place I love the best.
Soft, plush carpet calls my body down. I am welcomed and rewarded by the opportunity to relax. I can hear my friends in the kitchen putting their children's last need to rest before sleep consumes them. Then we are free to play, laugh and relax. We can relish in each other's smiles and humor. We tease and jeer and create an impenetrable friendship that will always be near to my heart. The commonality of friendship is one of the places to love best. There, there is no questioning; only accepting. No faultfinding, only forgiving. No contention, only happiness. No separateness, only love.
Thank you to all of my friends who let me lay on their carpets, long after children had gone to bed, and allowed a permanent friendship to be built within my heart.
SS, FH and I at FH's house pretending to be foreign.
Soft, plush carpet calls my body down. I am welcomed and rewarded by the opportunity to relax. I can hear my friends in the kitchen putting their children's last need to rest before sleep consumes them. Then we are free to play, laugh and relax. We can relish in each other's smiles and humor. We tease and jeer and create an impenetrable friendship that will always be near to my heart. The commonality of friendship is one of the places to love best. There, there is no questioning; only accepting. No faultfinding, only forgiving. No contention, only happiness. No separateness, only love.
Thank you to all of my friends who let me lay on their carpets, long after children had gone to bed, and allowed a permanent friendship to be built within my heart.
CP and I at her house for lunch
JG and KV on waiting on CP to do her daily good turn
SS, FH and I at FH's house pretending to be foreign.
Well SS and I are. . .
Sunday, September 18, 2011
We are in the 83%
162 miles. That is how close we are to Billings, Montana, and the nearest temple. It seems quite far to me when I have been used to be 45 minutes away my entire endowed life. But I am happy that there is one near enough to make a day trip to. We are in the 83% of the membership of the church that has a temple within 200 miles. It could be worse, it could be 199 miles! Now what to do with the kids for 10 hours. . . . .
Billings Montana Temple
Billings Montana Temple
The Wait. . .
Joe came home from church today, ( I left early, not feeling well) and told me that the counselor in the Bishopric was looking for me. Joe said I was sick, and left early.
The Bishopric member asked what time I got off work. Joe told him 3pm and then came home and told me about the conversation.
Any guesses on what he wants to talk to me about?
The Bishopric member asked what time I got off work. Joe told him 3pm and then came home and told me about the conversation.
Any guesses on what he wants to talk to me about?
Thursday, September 15, 2011
A Piece of Humble Pie, served to whom?
2T is very musically inclined.
He started playing an instrument while in the 5th grade. He decided on the flute. DSH and I tried to talk him out of it, because the flute is a "girl" instrument. 2T disagreed, and so we rented a flute. I think the fact that his grandmother played the flute had a great influence on his choice. He wanted his grandma to be proud of him. He took flute lessons for 3 years, and became quite good at it. He was in the 8th grade band while he was in 7th grade, and was 1st chair in the Junior High Honor band as an 8th grader.
That all changed when he got into High School. Suddenly the flute was a "girl" instrument. He didn't want to play it anymore, and we had just paid it off! Such is life. 2T came home from band with stories of the "band teacher" wanting 2T to play the oboe. I am sure the band teacher did put a bug in 2T's ear, but it sure didn't have to work in very far. DSH and I tried to talk him our of it, but 2T disagreed, so we rented an oboe. He took oboe lessons for that year, and at the end of the year, he went to a state high school solo competition. DSH and I told him to go and have fun, and not to expect to place. We told him that he would see other oboists that have been playing a lot longer than he had. We told him to watch and learn from the experience.
He was gone for two days, and had a blast. He went with some of his best friends in the band. He played Georg Philipp Telemann's Sonata in A Minor, movements 2 and 4. He played it well. He played it so well that he was awarded 2nd place in the state of Idaho, as a Freshman at the age of 14.
He started playing an instrument while in the 5th grade. He decided on the flute. DSH and I tried to talk him out of it, because the flute is a "girl" instrument. 2T disagreed, and so we rented a flute. I think the fact that his grandmother played the flute had a great influence on his choice. He wanted his grandma to be proud of him. He took flute lessons for 3 years, and became quite good at it. He was in the 8th grade band while he was in 7th grade, and was 1st chair in the Junior High Honor band as an 8th grader.
That all changed when he got into High School. Suddenly the flute was a "girl" instrument. He didn't want to play it anymore, and we had just paid it off! Such is life. 2T came home from band with stories of the "band teacher" wanting 2T to play the oboe. I am sure the band teacher did put a bug in 2T's ear, but it sure didn't have to work in very far. DSH and I tried to talk him our of it, but 2T disagreed, so we rented an oboe. He took oboe lessons for that year, and at the end of the year, he went to a state high school solo competition. DSH and I told him to go and have fun, and not to expect to place. We told him that he would see other oboists that have been playing a lot longer than he had. We told him to watch and learn from the experience.
He was gone for two days, and had a blast. He went with some of his best friends in the band. He played Georg Philipp Telemann's Sonata in A Minor, movements 2 and 4. He played it well. He played it so well that he was awarded 2nd place in the state of Idaho, as a Freshman at the age of 14.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Buckapalooza June 2011
We got to spend a week in Colorado with almost the entire family. Sister number three could not make it with her family from Washington DC. Other than that, we had a blast.
We started in Loveland where we completed an "Amazing Race" competition. We were split up into three groups of 4 people and had to race around Loveland completing tasks. To make it even, there was someone in each car that had come from Loveland. Unfortunately, in my car, that was me. Loveland has changed a little in the last 20 years since I have lived there. My memories have changed too. Thank goodness for GPS! Some of the tasks completed were: putting 14 feet, digging in a playground for a bag of beads that needed counting (and got spilled in the car and on the road so we never got an accurate count!), a foot race, looking ALL over Thompson Valley's tennis court for a clue, and searching for a lone golf ball in a sea of balls.
We played games at the house and went to the Denver Art Museum where Sister #2 had and interactive exhibit called " Marvelous Mud", in which we were able to play with clay.
We went to Water World where we all played, and no one got burnt!
We went to Colorado Springs where we did a lot of fun things.
We Visited Garden of the Gods
We saw Cave of the Winds
We "climbed" Pikes Peak
We saw the Royal Gorge
And got a little wet
We spent time with family. It was a great time. I hope this is one of many reunions we have together.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Welcome to the Eagle's Nest
We now have another member of the family who belongs to the Eagle's Nest, meaning that 2T has earned his Eagle scout award.
For his project, he repainted two murals on Washington Elementary's playground. Sherwin Williams donated all of the paint and the supplies! Thank you Sherwin Williams!
2T was able to start and complete the project in about a month. Once the paperwork was done, it only took one week to get the paint, volunteers, and the weather to cooperate to get everything done.
The finished project looked great!
On Sunday, July 31st, 2T had his Eagle Court of Honor. He had Danny Miles and Herman Garcia, who were both former scout masters, speak. Danny Miles awarded 2T his Eagle, and 2T awarded Danny Miles the mentor pin. Ben Call gave the Eagle's Charge, and Farhana Hibbert read a congratulatory letter from Senator Mike Crapo.
For his project, he repainted two murals on Washington Elementary's playground. Sherwin Williams donated all of the paint and the supplies! Thank you Sherwin Williams!
2T was able to start and complete the project in about a month. Once the paperwork was done, it only took one week to get the paint, volunteers, and the weather to cooperate to get everything done.
The finished project looked great!
On Sunday, July 31st, 2T had his Eagle Court of Honor. He had Danny Miles and Herman Garcia, who were both former scout masters, speak. Danny Miles awarded 2T his Eagle, and 2T awarded Danny Miles the mentor pin. Ben Call gave the Eagle's Charge, and Farhana Hibbert read a congratulatory letter from Senator Mike Crapo.
We are very proud of you, 2T
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