8.31.2015

Monday Memory- Back at it

Madsen turns 13
 It's hard to believe what can happen in one week- last week we celebrated Madsen's 13th birthday and Christina's 18th.  Seleck and Stockton both had football games.  Stockton started at quarterback and Seleck played cornerback.  Both teams were victorious!  And to top it all off Seleck moved a 9,000 pound rock( to become the high school's PRIDE ROCK- not alone obviously, but with the help of some very great men. 

Overall,  the transition of going back to school has gone rather smoothly although none of us were ready to get "back at it."  Keeping up with these Super Six (we added our adorable niece this summer) is a non stop adventure.  I am so proud of them all- I love being a mom! 
Way to go Stockton- JV starting quarterback

Christina turns 18

Seleck at Kick off return

The 9,000 lb rock

Stud Gov. work crew

Just a kid and his rock

Maleck and friends get in on the action

Thanks for making it happen!

8.27.2015

And then he was 13


I love our basketball playing, baseball loving, guitar strumming, easy going Madsen.  Here is a look at his 13th birthday family festivities (he and his buddies "hung out" after school).

 He requested  his cake to be bottom half cherry chip and top half vanilla with white icing....the cherry chip part made dad and Emma so happy!
With Stockton's help, Maleck made Madsen a Happy Birthday poster complete with portraits of he and Madsen together.  Maleck said that Mrs. Bergstrom taught him how to draw people- not stick people mind you...
 We had birthday dinner with all of his faves!  Yummy! And miraculously we all were around the table together.

 Madsen requested that dad grill steak and not just any steak- thick juicy steak.  Thanks Costco- thank "Rigby."

The crew


Never to old to sit on your mama's lap!


 His favorite treats from his brothers and the Gerber knife from Emma.

 After dinner, the boys shot hoops.  I love seeing them all play together!








 And there was a beautiful sunset that made the evening spectacular!

 Madsen, 
I hope your wish comes true.  I love being your mom.  It is one of my greatest treasures.  You have grown and matured so much this past year and you have done it all while keeping your integrity in place.  That is its own reward.  The future holds great and wonderful blessings for you and amazing adventures.  I sure do love you "Mad Dog!"
Happy 13th birthday!


Christina made it home just in time for cake and ice cream and Grandma and Grandpa Weaver joined us as well as Clyde.  We definitely need more "porch time"  

8.24.2015

Memory Monday- Look what I caught.... the kid, not the fish!

Thirteen years ago tomorrow, our family was so blessed to welcome this amazing boy into our family.  As a child, he was a constant joy- always smiling.  And while he has grown, his smile has mostly stayed with him... except of course in the morning hours.

Madsen is truly firm and stead fast. Yesterday, Madsen spoke for the first time in sacrament meeting.  I sat in awe to realize what our little brighty blue eyed smiling baby boy has become....

Missionary Work:
        Lds.org shows that missionary work is hastening the work of salvation, a unified effort in conversion, retention, and activation.  To understand this sentence we must recognize what the words mean. So like any kid who is too lazy to find the family dictionary, go through and search for these words, I used the internet.
First, convert: to cause to adopt a different religion, political doctrine, and/or opinion.
Next, retain: to continue to use or practice.
Lastly, activate: to cause to function or act.
        Now, we all understand how each of these pertains to the church. But, what some of us don’t understand is that missionary work isn’t just putting on a suit or dress and asking others if they want to hear about the gospel of Jesus Christ. Granted, this is very important steps in conversion and/or activation; but sometimes the best missionary work you can do is that of being a silent example. Dressing modestly and not listening to unholy music or radio stations while around friends is a great approach in silent example. Sometimes mowing a lawn, inviting a friend to scout camp, or even throwing a dog funeral for your neighbor and praying or giving a talk in the service can penetrate someone’s heart like none other. We must all be concerned with the thoughts and feelings of those around us sometimes the best example is the one who is everybody’s friend. No matter their size, abilities, hygiene, hobbies, and so on. Joseph Fielding Smith preached that “God is no respecter of persons; that every soul is precious in his sight; and that all men will be judged according to their works.” Notice he doesn’t say all mankind will be judged according to their works except for the cool ones; they get a free ride, or the people that were revered and respected, we’re letting them in no matter what they did.  I believe that missionary work is the service of helping others return to our Heavenly Father. If that means sitting by the lonely kid at lunch, being the friend to the friendless, or throwing away your pride and talking to the person who may not smell the best then so be it. We must Embark always in the service of God. President Thomas S. Monson states that, “Missionary work is an identifying feature of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints….” We as youth must be identified as missionaries of our loving Lord and “always remember him.” We must be the friend, classmate, and most of all… missionary that He expects us to be.
Testimonynt meeting.  I just was overwhelmed to realize the man he has become




 


(Family history comes in all forms.  Journals are a great source to document memories and histories.  Be sure to encourage your children to keep a journal.)
 Madsen’s Journal
January 1, 2015 12 yrs. old

       I’ve been feeling depressed lately because of the speed of Time. I feel that I have not been able to remember things as well as I should be. So at length of thought I have come to the conclusion that I shall right my memories and that will help me remember now, and in the future. I also feel the pressure of spending as much time with my parents and family as possible. I also feel I should remember things better so that I may be more grateful and happier.

       The first thing I would like to write down is of my dad. This memory has kept me going the past few days. When I went to lunch with him at the pizza factory one day he told me of the times he had gone with his friends to eat and had balanced a salt shaker on its corner in a pile of salt. He then proceeded to try and teach me how to do so. I was not able to complete the task that day nor the next time he took me to lunch at Hermies. Every time we go to lunch together he always teases me about not talking so I proceed to ask him what he wants to talk about. He responds and tells me that he doesn’t know. We then sit there in a humorous silence until another topic comes up.
       The first time I was ever able to balance a salt shaker was in Parowan. I cannot recall whether my dad had accompanied us or not but I believe he had not. We were in a small Café on main street eating breakfast for dinner right before Stockton’s preseason game against the Parowan Freshman. I had gathered the salt and balanced the salt shaker. I had been eating Pancakes and was sitting across from Maleck and Mom. Balancing the salt shaker had made me recall the many happy lunches with my father. The happiness that fills me as I write these things down is overwhelming and fills me with gratitude towards my heavenly father. I hope I can have this feeling often and I also pray for many more happy and great memories to come. I love and respect my Dad highly and hope we spend great time together in the after life. 
 My little baby boy has grown up- it has happened so fast it seriously takes my breath away.  What a joy it is to be his mother- to be a witness to amazing moments, triumphs and defeats.  I am endlessly proud of him and can't believe that tomorrow he becomes an official teenager.  Happy Birthday Madsen- GO MAKE GREAT THINGS HAPPEN!





8.20.2015

Getting our ducks in a row... Back to school!

Seleck's ducks- our family pets

I just got home from the high school where Seleck our oldest is Student Body President-- I was chaperoning as "stud gov" made posters.  So my tenure as the mother of the "SBP" begins.  All the Rigbys are tucked in including the "Rigby."   He saved me by making crepes tonight for dinner (Emma's favorite) while I signed course disclosure after course disclosure... wish teachers would keep it simple!

What a day...
 Last first day of High School for Seleck
Onto 10th grade for Stockton
Last First day of Middle School for Madsen
Last first day of Elementary for Emma 
and First day of First grade for Maleck

I have experienced every emotion possible today... where did the time go?  If I close my eyes, I see them playing... Maleck is rolling on the floor and Seleck and Stockton are playing batman with Madsen. Emma has her doll in hand.  It is an easy but hard life.  But they are close- I can hear them breathe, I can see their smiles I can even smell them.  They are little, and they are mine forever
And then I blinked-

And they grew up!

Seleck, Senior

My stud gov boys

Stockton 10th grade


Madsen 8th grade
Emma 5th grade

Maleck first grade


We call them our "Youngers"

 I am trying not blink.  I want to savor all of the goodness, adventure, life lessons, and hugs.  They have taught me what unconditional love is.  

After the final drop off, I went for a run at 9 am- for years I never thought this day would come.  The run felt good... my body invigorated and then I prayed- I prayed for them, for their safety, for their friends, and then I prayed for me.  That I would be good enough- strong enough for them!  

Sweet strong dreams to you... hope you keep all of your ducks in a row this school year!

And of course Juan and Raphael

8.16.2015

Mystery Solved...

 And I found her... Last Spring I hit the "motherlode" as it relates to family history.  In a chest in the old home of my mother's aunt Matilda Barton, were these photos and a"treasure chest" of others.  My mother immediately recognized the photos as they had hung on her Grandmother Morgan's wall when she was a little girl.  However, when her grandmother died, the pictures were taken- someone wanted the frames, but saw little or no value in the pictures.  For years, these photos have gathered dust until one day last spring my mother and I interrupted the dust mites...



On the back of the man's photo is printed his name, "Edward Nelson Morgan."  The date is listed November 10, 1901.  He is my mother's great grandfather.  The photos hung in the home of my mother's grandparents, Martha Jane (Morgan) and John Michael Hofheins.  Unfortunately, on the back of her photo nothing is written, not even her name.  These crayon etched drawings have stared at me for months.  Who was she? 

I even took her to other family members for identification as well as a family reunion, but no one could identify her.  But then today in my family history class offered during Sunday School I began identifying the first converts on my maternal line.  And then I found her.  Matilda Mcgill Nelson mother of  Edward Nelson Morgan (the other photo was her son).

Martha Morgan: A Journey to Zion by Alan Morgan Kendall

 In the little town of Levan, Utah stands a log cabin, a rustic and weathered monument to a few who transformed a field of grass near a mountain stream into a home. Sheltered in those aging walls are the artifacts of toil which sustained them. Pictured on the walls are those pioneers whose shoulders bore the burden of that toil. It was they who broke the first soil, laid the first adobe, gave birth to and nurtured the first child. One such photograph reveals an elderly woman, sitting attentively in a high backed chair, her smooth and kindly face framed tightly by a black bonnet. Her dress is Victorian black, long sleeves covering even her wrists, with a large bow modestly gathered at her neck. In her lap she holds a thin cloth bound volume, one matronly finger marking a place, as if the photographer had interrupted a quiet moment with the poetry of Robert Burns. Her hands are thick, showing the strength of many years of labor. She gazes placidly, as she has for decades, with just a hint of a smile. Her name is Martha Morgan, and this is her story. Unfortunately, Martha and her kin never left a written record. We will not know for now what was happening behind that gentle smile, or why she and her family made decisions as they did. But in their journey across an ocean, and into a strange new land they left their imprints, and they collectively tell a story, truly, a journey to a Zion after which they faithfully sought.  (This record was taken from Family Search.org)


Martha Jane Morgan was born in Inversek, Midlothian Scotland on November 19, 1824.  She died in Levan Utah on December 26, 1906 just five short years after this portrait was done. She was 82 years old.  She married William Morgan on March 13, 1841 in the Old Monkland church of Scotland.  They were Presbyterians.  Records indicate that William joined the church on January 1, 1847 but Matilda was not baptized until June 7, 1847.  

Before her 17th birthday had it not been for the relocation of both the Nelson and Morgan families to the farwest outskirts of New Dundyvan in North Lanarkshire divine destiny may never have occurred.  But then, God always knows.  

The Morgans and Nelson were coal miners and tied to the mines not by their own choice-- their families had worked in these same mines for generations and by law they belonged to the mines as well. They were born to this fate that  even the church of Scotland itself had allowed. decades of turmoil and strife to occur for those in the mines.  19th century coal miners were destined to inherit a grim legacy- at a young age enter the mines young, work in a harsh environment, and most likely died young. The thinking mind of the era cried for justice.

For the Nelsons and Morgans justice came in the form of truth- the gospel of Jesus Christ brought to the land of Scotland by Mormon Missionaries. In 1849, John and Matilda (Martha) registered with the Church Emigration service in July 1849.  While there is no records to indicate with whom or how they crossed the plains.  In 1850 records indicate that they were in Jackson County where William was working as a miner.  But by 1852, the annual Bishop's report shows that a William Morgan appeared.  But after years of travel, sacrifice, and hard work the William and Matilda who now had relocated to the South in the Iron Mission made the return trek to Salt Lake to sealed in the Endowment House in 1855.  Their faith, love and devotion to God and each other now sealed for the eternities.

8.14.2015

Currently Craving... one more adventure


I woke up early this morning after a late night of watching Mission Impossible II with the family last night, and I realized that today is the last Friday of our Summer vacation.  I am not ready to say good bye to summer.  If only, we could have one more adventure?


It's a good thing we slipped our summer vacation in at the first of summer, or we wouldn't have gotten one.  I loved our trip to Virginia.  We spent one filled afternoon at "Going Ape Adventure Park"- loved it!

Emma gears up

Maleck gets ready



Receiving instruction




 I could barely keep up with these two-- they were whizzes on the obstacle course and zip line.  I loved their bravery it inspired me!



 Travis went with the older boys and I "hung out" with our littles. I loved it!  I even got used to the zip line!





 I am already looking at the upcoming calendar to plan our next family get away---can't wait!