
















I am writing a book titled The Story of the Boys I Loved Before the One I Married. It started when I found myself perusing through some old journals. I was shocked by what I read. For one, I was in so many dangerous situations and never knew it. For another, the guys my parents trusted the most, coincidentally treated me the worst. There is an amazing story that I want my kids to know. I was so clueless; I refuse my children the same luxury. Johnstown's Barbecue Day (Saturday, June 6) began at 4:30 a.m. when a fire engine, siren and horn wailing, woke us up for the fireman pancake breakfast (proceeds go to charity).
We skipped the breakfast for a few more hours of sleep, then got the kids ready for the parade. Here they are all ready to go.
Grace is checking out the girls from the Greeley Saddle Club.
Our ward had a float for the primary kids who got to throw tootsie rolls into the crowd. At the end of the parade, Ben had a shirt full of tootsie rolls. He couldn't figure out why everyone else was throwing away perfectly good candy.
This pretty much sums up the parade.
This is the "Queen" and her "Attendant". I'm not sure who's duties include cleaning the poop off the road.
Our ward volunteered to pick up trash after the parade (a street sweeper cleaned up behind the horses).
Back at home, Grace helped Daddy in the yard.
And Ben helped Mommy in the kitchen.