tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415792279476594902024-02-20T07:59:10.194-08:00The Johnson Family of SuissePaul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-78040382757647139632014-09-20T08:28:00.000-07:002014-09-20T09:32:46.747-07:00How to watch Downton Abbey when the Brits do!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our family loves Downton Abbey. Now that Paul and I are empty nesters, we have been trying to enjoy each other's shows. I watch an action adventure movie that he likes and in return he watches Downton Abbey, gets hooked on it and wants to watch all seasons in one week. Then he loves it so much that he arranges to take Laura May and I there last month. I think that is a fair tradeoff to one adventure flick. ;)<br />
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Here in Europe and in England, Downton Abbey starts on September 21!!! That is tomorrow night!!! BUT, unless you have an English IP address you can't watch it. Unless.....</div>
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Our friends from England stayed at our home and wanted to show us the cutest cook-off show that is from England. So, they hooked up their ipad to our TV and viola we watched British TV. So, I asked how they did that. They shared the APP 'Filmon Free' with us. I downloaded and now I watch HGTV type british shows on TV. I just check the TV channel online and see what is on and then I add an hour and that is the time to start the channel on Filmon Free. It is only live to TV, so you need to just have the channel on and wait for the show to start. For you in the states, check the Brit channel listings for Downton Abbey <a href="http://www.itv.com/tvguide/">HERE</a> and then subtract the hour difference that your state is from London.</div>
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Tonight we are doing a trial run. To make sure that what is on Downton Abbey's channel ITV1, is in sync with the ipad. It has never failed me yet.</div>
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So that is my little trick for watching Downton Abbey when the Brits do!!! I hope it works for you.<br />
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Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-82096526042572918072014-03-31T04:00:00.002-07:002014-03-31T04:00:30.195-07:00Genthod is bloomingI am loving the spring weather here in Genthod, Switzerland. Warm sunny days, sprinkled with light rains, rainbows and flowers! Here are just a few pictures from my walks this spring.<br />
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The Alps as seen from the master bathroom window. :) Showers with this view are heavenly.<br />
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The end of our street, looking out toward the other mountains, the Jura.</div>
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Our grass is just weeds, like most places in Europe, but in the Springtime they have flowers!<br />
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They have started planting the flower boxes in our village.</div>
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Our Autumn started off with my trip to </div>
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Our own little country chateau in our village of Genthod. This one is not as fancy as some of the other chateau's that our village offers, but it is my favorite.</div>
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OH and last but not least, this Autumn...Paul was called to be Bishop of the Geneva 1st Ward. </div>
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Here is a picture of Eveque Johnson our new Bishop!</div>
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Laura's wish has come true. She was accepted to her #1 pick, BYU Idaho!!! Since she was 8 or 9 years old, she has dreamed of one day going to BYU Idaho. In her mind, it was the BYU in the country, and for our 'Country Girl,' that was and is just about perfect. When Laura turned 12, we took a road trip and one of the places that we HAD to stop was BYU Idaho. Laura wanted to walk the campus to 'get a feel' for where she would attend college. We took her to the school bookstore to buy her first BYU Idaho sweatshirt.<br />
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Here is a picture of her on the BYU Idaho campus, just before buying her infamous sweatshirt in 2008 </div>
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That baby blue sweatshirt has become the cornerstone of her casual wear. She has worn it everywhere....no literally...everywhere. It has traveled with her to Mexico, Turkey, France, Italy, Florida, California, Germany, Switzerland, Greece, England, The Nederlands and everywhere in between.<br />
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Laura at 14 wearing her sweatshirt on a visit home to California<br />
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Her sweatshirt, 5 years later. She still wears it. :)</div>
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Congratulations, Laura, on being accepted to BYU Idaho. I guess you will need to buy a new sweatshirt now and one for your Dad and Mom! We love you and couldn't be prouder of you.<br />
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I am usually the primary photographer, bargain hunter and meanderer of our family. When I am in someplace new, I choose skinny little back streets to go down, always looking for the unexpected. When street market shopping, to find just what I am looking for, I am just downright slow. I often turn to see Paul, patiently standing by, arms behind his back, leaning on a wall, on a bench or some other place to give me the time and pleasure to explore, photograph or shop. A few times I have taken a picture of my sweet patient husband. They are always candid shots. I like the ones I take when he has no idea that I am taking them. When going through my pictures to sort recently, I found so many of Paul....patiently wait for ME. Here are just four of the many that I have. :) I just love this man and his patient nature, so here is my tribute to the patience of Paul.</div>
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I found just what I wanted in a street market in a little town in France. It was a fish crate and because I found it at the beginning of the day, my dear, kind Paul, carried it for the next three hours.</div>
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I found a little skinny street to meander down and some fascinating architecture to photograph. When I returned from picture talking, this is what I found...Paul with his hands behind his back waiting for me and looking at doors or the paint colors. He is a saint!</div>
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Paul didn't mind waiting on a bench or two or three as I shot pictures of this old town and of Laura at the ocean front. He sat there guarding all of our stuff!</div>
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There were so many pictures for me to take of the architecture of this castle in Switzerland. Before we even went in, I spent about 15 minutes capturing the outside. Paul stood by and enjoyed the scenery, but never once told me to hurry up.</div>
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Here is one that Laura took. After a day of hiking with my family we walked down to the village of Chamonix, France. I probably caroused 10 gelato places, before I found what I thought was the best looking and variety. I like that Paul is standing behind us with his hands behind his back. Once again, he never rushed me. When we came upon one that I liked he stepped up to pay with a smile. I have about 30 more pictures like this. I may be sorting and weeding out pictures, but I am going to keep all of his "waiting" pictures. They make me remember just what a wonderful and patient man Paul is.</div>
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Here is the Shepard and little lamb that I got the first year. Yay, I was on my way to getting a little Nativity.<br />
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This year we got a cake to have for Epiphany, which fell on a Sunday. WE GOT AN ELEPHANT???? It was cute, but he was not Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus or one of the three kings. Paul and I decided that I should get another one.</div>
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I went back that Monday morning, because the King Cakes would not be available for very long. I was a little obsessed. I bought two cakes. In one we found Mary and the Baby Jesus. (that is a little blanket tossed over Baby Jesus)</div>
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In the next cake we found two of these three kings. So, now we (really I) needed the other king, right? I waited until two days after Epiphany, because I thought the cakes might be cheaper. They were way cheaper, so I bought three for 3CHF each. I was bound and determined to find the other king, but instead I found a Friar. Did I mention that I didn't even wait to cut the cake with my family.<br />
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In the next cake I found another lamb to add to my shepherds herd.</div>
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In the very last cake I got the last king. Now I am seeking Joseph, but that will have to wait until next year. For now, my little Nativity has an elephant. He was too cute to relegate to a corner. I also have three king cakes in my freezer, because we still need to eat the spoils.<br />
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I like the King Cakes here. I hear there is a cow and and a camel too. Only 355 more days until Epiphany's King Cakes come out again, but who's counting? :)<br />
<br />Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-39692651640730289622013-01-07T18:30:00.000-08:002013-01-08T06:46:29.817-08:00I don't like SPIDERS following me<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We had been living in Denver for one year when I took the California trip. Once back in Denver, we went down to the museums and there was the same spider there. It was by the door. I could not even walk by it to enter the museum. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What a way to ruin a perfectly great day in Denver! </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By now I was getting creeped out...that this Spider could be following me all over the USA?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 2011 we moved to Switzerland and waved good bye to weirdo-scary, creepy spider sculptures. That year we took a day trip up to Bern. I turned the corner by the Bundesplatz <span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">(government building) </span>sand there staring at me was the same spider. It sent shivers up my spine<span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What a way to ruin a perfectly great day in Bern! </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">I turned a round and walked a block over and down so I could arrive at the walking street and not have to see the spider. </span></div>
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For our winter get-away between Christmas and New Years we rented a house for a few days in Lucca, Italy. Lucca is near Florence, Pisa and Cinque Terre. Early in the morning Paul, Laura, Lindsay (Laura's friend from school) and I drove through the French Alps and the Mt. Blanc tunnel into Italy. It was fun to see the signs change from French to Italian. As we drove south, the skies turned brilliant blue and the temperatures warmed for December.</div>
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When we arrived in Lucca we were met by the owners of the house, handed the keys and were shown the four bikes waiting for us to use. By that afternoon we were on the bikes to tour the city of Lucca. </div>
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As evening approached the Christmas light of the old city came on and the streets were full of people shopping and eating in cafes. We found a great pizza cafe and sat outside to have our dinner. Laura and Lindsay went shopping as we waited for our dinner to arrive and found some great deals!</div>
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The next morning we rode our bikes to the train station and we were off to Cinque Terra. The weather could not have been nicer. </div>
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Paul and I in Vernazza, one of the 5 (Cinque) cities.</div>
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Laura hiking up above the city of Vernazza.</div>
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One of the days we took off for Florence. I was anxious to see so many of the paintings that I had studied in Art History during my freshman year in college. We were not disappointed. After walking along the river and viewing artwork and sculpture we found a great restaurant. We had spaghetti, gnocchi, bread and a yummy fresh salad. We wandered around the old city afterwards and enjoyed the lights and the Italian Christmas markets that were still up.</div>
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Lindsay and Laura waiting to enter the Uffizi Museum in Florence, Italy.</div>
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Pisa was a must for us. The city was pretty close to Lucca and the drive easy, so we decided to take the car there. Yes, Paul has driven in a crazy Italian city and survived. I will even say he was amazing! Pisa was beautiful and the Cathedral Square (Piazza del Duomo) was pretty spectacular. The Piazza has the cathedral and the famous leaning tower of Pisa. Yes, we ended up doing the stereotypical pictures of holding up the tower--after all, we are typical tourists!</div>
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This was their first time in a home that celebrates Christmas--with all of the Christmas traditions that go with it. It was so fun for us to hear about what they had thought of Christmas and Santa Claus. Most of their knowledge came from movies they saw when they were little. It made me hope that they didn't show National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation in Mongolia!<br />
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<br />Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-27469942566842159552012-12-28T12:04:00.000-08:002012-12-28T12:06:17.034-08:00The Swiss-Bowl...American styleOur daughter, Laura, is a HUGE American Football fanatic. This last Thanksgiving she suggested that the church youth group and their parents get together to play a Turkey Bowl. They started out plying the game in a dense fog and mud. They ended with the sun shining, the fog completely gone and mud all over them.<br />
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On Christmas Eve, some of the people who played the first Bowl game wanted to do another one. So 18 people got together to squish through the mud, huddle-up, throw spirals and run their hearts out. They all made our 17 year old girl so happy!Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-39000307879695949592012-12-09T14:20:00.001-08:002012-12-09T14:20:17.316-08:00Père Noël's Visit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOunFysh6reQmDb6zZdmy2ic-nGcGB_Ydqv0SvaLIkOqRgo9kwILFTLVntpIa6MfXiyLK8sxILrUJDdTQLHXASTljysHTvl_Lf2UblIfooxiJyE6QLzQCnWyie_K65bHACzlRKF1PkQ/s1600/IMG_2793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOunFysh6reQmDb6zZdmy2ic-nGcGB_Ydqv0SvaLIkOqRgo9kwILFTLVntpIa6MfXiyLK8sxILrUJDdTQLHXASTljysHTvl_Lf2UblIfooxiJyE6QLzQCnWyie_K65bHACzlRKF1PkQ/s200/IMG_2793.jpg" width="150" /></a>We had our church Christmas party on Saturday. Our 'Santa' was late, so it was unanimous, Paul was the logical choice. When I mean logical choice I mean that he is in the bishopric, wears glasses and is a good sport. He had about 10 minutes to change, so I went with him. Paul used his street clothes to fold up and fashion into a belly. Next we worked to use a couple of the provided Santa outfits to make one that would work. He came out looking a little more like Pere Noel, ( Santa Claus in French) as one the outfits had a long red and white robe with a hood. The French children loved that. He got dressed in five minutes and we spent the other five joined in hysterical laughter. Then I hurried downstairs to take my place with the other ward (church) members in anticipation of Pere Noel's arrival. <br />
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He entered exclaiming "HO HO HO" and "Merry Christmas." The children squealed as Paul went up the stairs to take his seat on the stage. One by one the children went up to sit on Pere Noel's lap and share some of their Christmas wishes. He listened carefully and asked if they had been good to their friends or siblings. Only Pere Noel knows the answers, but he said they were treasures. One little girl asked for one of his reindeer, another spoke in French asking for many things, but Pere Noel could only nod and smile. Many of the children had no idea what they wanted for Christmas, but they did enjoy talking about things only Pere Noel could possibly know. One of the children who sat on his lap was a sweet little Mongolian baby. Her parents had her looking so cute and Pere Noel had fun taking pictures with her. She looked like a little angel all on white.</div>
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After about 20 minutes, Pere Noel was finished. He left the room wishing everyone a "Merry Christmas" with his voice trailing off into a "HO HO HO" as he went down the hallway. I went out to help him undress and pack away the 'Santa Suit', when all of a sudden about 10 to 15 children started running toward Pere Noel (Paul). He walked as fast as he could to the stairs, but the children started to try to pull his beard and take off his robe. They were bound and determined to see who Pere Noel really was. I ran interference and tried to hold them back at the pass saying "Pere Noel est fatigué." (he is tired) Paul and I retreated to the Stake President's wing of the building and went to a room that we could lock. Soon children were knocking on the door calling out to Pere Noel. Paul was laughing so hard. I went back out of the room to lead the kids away from the discovery of Pere Paul Noel. After about 10 minutes I called out a window, "Goodbye Santa travel safely!" The children heard and screamed in delight as they bounded down the stairs and out back to see if Pere Noel was there. During this time Paul was able to exit. He went back to the Christmas party and the children were none the wiser. What a Christmas Adventure!</div>
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<br />Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-64529973181562674692012-12-06T08:21:00.001-08:002012-12-06T08:24:59.667-08:00..This Little Piggy Went to Market... :(<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Adventures in French/Swiss grocery shopping never fail to amaze me. I am forever trying to make my own breakfast sausage, with sage and spices more akin to an American breakfast type and less like Italian. In each store, I am in hopes of finding just what I want, but so far I have just purchased the plain ground pork and spiced it myself. Recently, while purusing the meat isle in France, I came across 'The Little Piggy That Went to Market.' :( These were just the ones packaged...the faces hanging about did me in. As a result, I have sworn off sausage for the time being.....<br />
<br />Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-60081156226413899032012-11-01T00:57:00.002-07:002012-11-01T01:22:33.601-07:00On Top of the Alps!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Laura's last day of Fall Break was Monday, so checking the weather and seeing that it would be clear, we decided to take a trip to the French Alps. It is a good thing that we have a Garmin, because getting into Chamonix was a buffet of round-abouts. The good news is that as far away as Mont Blanc looks from our bedroom window, it only took 1 hour and 10 minutes. Once there we took a gondola up to the Aiguille Du Midi. From there we could get super close to the "White Mountain" or Mont Blanc which is the the tallest mountain in the Alps and Western Europe. The first picture here is taken from below in the town of Chamonix, France. This is where the first winter olympics was held. They were gearing up for ski season to begin. The town is quaint--full of Fondue restaurants and patisserie (pastry shops) where we treated ourselves to a little tarte aux pommes.<br />
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Behind us is a huge glacier and France beyond that. The wind was really whipping up around us.<br />
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Autumn is beautiful in our little village. Last week we went for a walk to capture some of the colors before they ended up the better part of an earth covering mosaic.<br />
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Here is our daughter, Laura, in our village park. I love how the trees are in rows leading your eye to look at the pretty blue shuttered villa at the end of the park.<br />
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It was a perfect day and the scenery was just what was needed before we begin our cold winter.<br />
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About once a month we go into the city of Geneva for a little shopping and to visit Paul. Here is a picture of Laura and I on a recent trip there. You can see that the blooms were still out and showing their colors. A perfect 'Indian Summer' day. It is getting colder, so even some of these flowers might be gone by now. I am glad that I got a quick picture with Laura to remember our day of flowers, umbrellaed cafes and sun. Ok, Autumn bring it on now....Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-72670017977993344992012-09-20T04:16:00.003-07:002012-09-20T04:18:34.370-07:00The Beatles in Annecy, France!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last weekend we took some visitors to Annecy, France. It is one of our favorite places to go. Besides the quaint, old town area of the city, the lake is a great place to relax beside, watch sail boats, swans and have a picnic. This time, we added something new to our Annecy trip. We went above the city to The Basilica of the Visitation, which is a beautiful cathedral overlooking the the city and Lake Annecy. While there, the clock struck the hour and the cathedral bells started to chime. I was not prepared to hear a Beatle's song coming from the bell tower however. I would have preferred something more fitting the place, but I guess the Beatle's are everywhere, even in Annecy, France. Hmmmm :/ Do you recognize this tune?Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-79146211645478055362012-09-06T13:04:00.004-07:002012-09-06T13:27:25.603-07:00Last of the "First Day of School Pictures"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhko0VA7NPEkMcznFGrGYUT6AdNU9BrPbfD-IdZgOgtanC8ltxloJJeMhRizETIf2UYjHNt6Fpg2wQpL2TenrKPdcvQdYmZNL2QCQwKgw0lK1b9iqojvjo4O7ePTIyPgI6tS4m3e1H16g/s1600/IMG_2683.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhko0VA7NPEkMcznFGrGYUT6AdNU9BrPbfD-IdZgOgtanC8ltxloJJeMhRizETIf2UYjHNt6Fpg2wQpL2TenrKPdcvQdYmZNL2QCQwKgw0lK1b9iqojvjo4O7ePTIyPgI6tS4m3e1H16g/s200/IMG_2683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5785161567960198738" border="0" /></a><br />It has been 20 years since I took the my first 'first day of school picture'. For the last 20 years I have taken these pictures of each of the children, dressed in their new school clothes, new backpacks--full of hope of a new year school. Last week, I took one for the last time. Laura, is a senior this year at College Du Leman International High School and so we had to have a picture on the first day. So smile, new shoes and full of hope, her picture was taken and cataloged along with the others....20 years worth of children going to school on their first day. I dropped her off at school and then went home to upload her picture. How can she be a senior already? Where has the time gone? I am already sad that it was the last of first day's of school, but I have a whole 9 months to relish with her until I have to take the last of last day of school pictures. I say, let the relishing begin!!!<br />Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-53941603949133046962012-08-24T15:16:00.006-07:002012-08-24T15:56:32.939-07:00Summer in 20 YAYS! and/or BOOS!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYDG-SaDBX3z7rlNXGZitYLxHLraB5JcR7S0LOgZLdXPz9VemoaRMfnGKjgUwXxFa6sj7ec6RK586ILsPfdvOCk6jW_qx9R5dLbV9c9wVg7idFP_lQd6GNOXjK_s6O8OZf0Jv0wRtrg/s1600/IMG_2517.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYDG-SaDBX3z7rlNXGZitYLxHLraB5JcR7S0LOgZLdXPz9VemoaRMfnGKjgUwXxFa6sj7ec6RK586ILsPfdvOCk6jW_qx9R5dLbV9c9wVg7idFP_lQd6GNOXjK_s6O8OZf0Jv0wRtrg/s200/IMG_2517.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5780376366415553106" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Summer 2012 went extremely fast. Here are the highlights in 20 YAYS! and/or BOOS!....give or take a YAY and/or BOO....</span><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">1. YAY! Paul and I left Switzerland to fly to the USA for summer vacation</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">2. YAY! We got to see our son, Austin, his wife, Jessica and meet our new granddaughter, Ava, for the first time! She is adorable and we enjoyed two weeks getting to snuggle and hold her.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">3. YAY! We got to see Laura FINALLY, because she flew out before us to do some Colorado ranching for two weeks. She worked hard on the ranch and enjoyed the wide open spaces and spending time with the McDonald Family. We think they should name their ranch (farm) EIEIO as in Old MacDonald had a farm..... :) Now someone needs to come up with something clever for that acronym.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">4. BOO! Paul had to fly back to Geneva to do some work. :(</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">5. YAY! Laura and I flew to Utah. She went to a fun week of EFY at the Provo Campus of BYU. I stayed at our little home in Orem visiting with Paul's parents, helping them out and going to the temple.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">6. YAY! I got to spend time with my sister, Mary Lynne, because she was in Utah visiting too! I saw other relatives as well. I felt very loved!</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">7. YAY! Laura came home from EFY and we spent the next week going to every restaurant that we miss in Switzerland. That was good and bad......</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">8. YAY! We flew back to Colorado to spend time in our home and saw our wonderful friends. Our good friend Carol Dean also flew in from Chile! Talk about just what the Dr. ordered! I miss going for walks and visiting with her so much, but we were able to catch up a little. :)</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">9. YAY! Paul flew back to the USA to be in our Colorado home for 10 days.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">10. BOO! There had been a Hail storm in the summer and we spent most of those ten days trying to work out things with our insurance company to put on a new roof and fix one side of the house.....still working on this. Double BOO!</div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">11. YAY! Paul flew alone to Utah for two days to see his parents and help them out. We missed him horribly, so this receives a little </span><span style="font-size:78%;">boo</span><span style="font-size:100%;">!</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">12. YAY! Paul flew home Tuesday afternoon so we could pack and get ready to go back to Switzerland. Boo! --->The car window on the drivers side decided to go down and not go up. The airport is 1 hour on the freeway. My ears, hair and head will never be the same....this is a triple BOO, BOO, BOO. </div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">13. YAY! Paul decided to rent a van to drive to the airport with windows up and plenty of room for pieces of luggage. He is our Hero!!! OXOX (not a YAY or BOO, but deserved)</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">14. BOO! We had to say goodbye to wonderful friends, neighbors and our dear friend Carol and fly back to Switzerland....YAY!</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">15. YAY! We arrived back in Switzerland and we forgot how much we love and missed it! We are super looking forward to seeing our friends here!</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">16. YAY! We unpacked to find all of the America food stuffs and sundries that we muled home with us.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">17. Boo! Jet-lag is awful......</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">18. YAY! Two days home and the Jet-lag is already improving.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">19. Boo! Summer is almost over!</div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">20. Yay! We are so grateful for our home, car, job, family and all of the blessing that we have....afterall 44 days of traveling and we made it back all safe and sound! That is a Triple YAY, YAY, YAY, if anything ever deserved one.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div>Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-68051140002952313932012-07-04T07:30:00.004-07:002012-07-04T07:40:23.929-07:00Laura heads to the good ol' USA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-KwmCj-z4w8CNR75HKEWHptUKlmJPv8K1cBUnEM578W-NGxAREvIVxJz7DhPdxn-wYc2rV9vNWEQTe0CaCaXcMTulVi-9eg-AtBLbDpNU0Rr71uwo2NsrGmhmaepaz4U0GmgdYnQIA/s1600/IMG_2184.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-KwmCj-z4w8CNR75HKEWHptUKlmJPv8K1cBUnEM578W-NGxAREvIVxJz7DhPdxn-wYc2rV9vNWEQTe0CaCaXcMTulVi-9eg-AtBLbDpNU0Rr71uwo2NsrGmhmaepaz4U0GmgdYnQIA/s200/IMG_2184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5761323843649014338" /></a><br />Yesterday a piece of our heart left for the USA. This is just the second day and we will see her in a week and a half, but already we know that being empty nesters is going to be HARD!<div><br /></div><div>Laura had to change planes in Washington DC, where her brother Austin surprised her with a visit and dinner at the airport. I guess being in the military let's you even surprise your sister behind the international customs area. Early this morning, on July 4th, Laura, arrived in Denver. Oh how we miss her!!!!</div>Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-60140447018310164592012-06-24T08:56:00.007-07:002012-06-24T09:49:24.952-07:00Today was Sunday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbg-U0QFcU9F7xEwGZ_ga0GhlkeVUEhyx9LHgEaQDm-H7yxmkgmtWnw2r3AkjFEkCltdN7WF7EsaAdBibqHi_HPqdHS4RzqQDVv15NJLUv0givY_-D0boSKkmiR3Ig4h7zBOn54WsaQ/s1600/IMG_2172.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbg-U0QFcU9F7xEwGZ_ga0GhlkeVUEhyx9LHgEaQDm-H7yxmkgmtWnw2r3AkjFEkCltdN7WF7EsaAdBibqHi_HPqdHS4RzqQDVv15NJLUv0givY_-D0boSKkmiR3Ig4h7zBOn54WsaQ/s200/IMG_2172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5757640776890542690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Today was Sunday, it is my favorite day of the week. Each Sunday, we go to church to partake of the sacrament, strive to learn more of the Savior and be with the other members of our ward family. Today, as I walked down the hall a little voice called out Suuu-i-Sunnn!!! I turned to see my little friend Divine. Divine's family comes from Nigeria and they are some of the wonderful people that we get to rub shoulders with here in Geneva. After Divine and I greeted each other with a hug, we decided that our clothes matched, so we took a picture together. See how we match? :)<br /><br />After church we had a pot-luck luncheon to spend a little more time together and to say goodbye to the Mission President and his wife, President and Sister Murdock. They have served three years here in Switzerland and France having stewardship over 200 missionaries in that time. They soon will be released to go home to see family and get back to their lives serving in the church, being parents and grandparents. We will miss them so!! They have been great examples of love, service and sacrifice. Before the pot-luck ended, the Bishop presented them with a large book with beautiful pictures of Switzerland. As a ward, we have spent the last few weeks passing this book around so all ward members could write a message to President and Sister Murdock. After the presentation of the book, we stood around them and sang all three verses of, <span style="font-style: italic;">God Be With You Till We Meet Again</span>. Yep, it was a teary moment and a GREAT day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyGmYd0FQnPnS882700MQDRxfXJgrv2kFAZuZGSfLVjJj6mMkjxIE9-GrWDAvKmw3f6WvpTmFOkkR3mgtjF88L607FhUCbtBQUB40sqfxwzu7i0fypEAFclaBbp4IAsR92upC2jnE9A/s1600/New+Mission+President.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyGmYd0FQnPnS882700MQDRxfXJgrv2kFAZuZGSfLVjJj6mMkjxIE9-GrWDAvKmw3f6WvpTmFOkkR3mgtjF88L607FhUCbtBQUB40sqfxwzu7i0fypEAFclaBbp4IAsR92upC2jnE9A/s200/New+Mission+President.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5757640775048863058" border="0" /></a>Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-45140729057485740652012-06-18T06:52:00.008-07:002012-06-18T11:29:20.896-07:00Pork and SnailGoing grocery shopping in France can<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4Hzl0CRfx9rKBMyfj2OVRrQ3_YZIyQ7ffhx5Z3b5qYzetAQ549Pq9yDPmP4VlIpm3VQFBXVCS40g1-jvBXPB6mbMDCUrEHDaDTtJyX2wjZ_UmyKwEbmwtrXQH_RiFrAHYtIeoYnkbg/s200/snail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5755390829261348066" /><div>be an adventure. Escargot is EVERYWHERE and in MANY things. </div><div>I tried it once a long time ago. It was served in the shell and was chewy and garlicky, but I could not get over the fact that it was a snail. I spent many childhood days having to pick slimy snails out of our California garden to keep them from eating it up, so thinking of eating one of those snails is something that I would rather not do.<div><br /></div><div>Recently, I had a run in with escargot again. I found out the hard way that you have to be careful that the sausage you are buying is not pork and</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBCT9nMH5Cg3cjTc1-J0XIRw1RG0FT2aVYjpndZDUEL6LAhDF_AUy82WTBZogKhNHv4X5iX7qsYSyTRGgnFJBqbt0khzVhFKDVwqSZcwjT-bv4P3oX_KCy9ZkdmAEGhgYHeVHTZCuVQ/s200/escargot+porc.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5755390823556757810" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px; " /></div><div><span><br /></span><div>snail. <span style="font-size: 100%; ">I made that mistake recently, but never again. Paul, Laura and I ate the sausage not knowing that it was full of snail. The next time I went to buy sausage I looked</span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEKhqVrnml5tpoxf84GMXp9-HpBMPL-zWbD4vxEFp4Z39qx5dalGC6p9NQ-q9MOApVP-_cEi-mibvekAQw2K-0vaitb5flw5832OuTnjesjyjFlMd2v683cRtWVPdLZzgXfBRbGZdyw/s200/Laura+escargot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5755390816698678210" /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">at the pa</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">ckage closer and found that the cute little pig on the wrapper was being followed by a slimy little snail. I asked the Butcher what that mean</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">t this time and he said in French, "Escargot et porc tres-bien ensemble." </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I almost turned green on the spot. I don't dare tell my family.</span><div>My new French Phrase this week to use is, "Est-ce avec escargot?" (is this with snail?) ...because if it is...I pass.<br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-2913767937784247722012-06-14T09:49:00.004-07:002012-06-14T09:55:17.655-07:00At last SUN!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyQkR2iIXygm4DUOR9MkAHrt6VAkxSZdDYZZQN8wKW4W_s7nR4Wv4goWiTkcwZ8tI8DUc3laPxD0Tc_mygNrrMoSGTnEeKchWNGzP4bmy_wYv7azk0qa3mqMXb9Th6n4_AE0ti-fCsA/s1600/IMG_3457.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyQkR2iIXygm4DUOR9MkAHrt6VAkxSZdDYZZQN8wKW4W_s7nR4Wv4goWiTkcwZ8tI8DUc3laPxD0Tc_mygNrrMoSGTnEeKchWNGzP4bmy_wYv7azk0qa3mqMXb9Th6n4_AE0ti-fCsA/s200/IMG_3457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5753936760633713442" /></a><br />The last couple of days have been full of rain, but today the sun showed it's warming rays all upon our lil' part of Switzerland. The lake and mountains around were glorious. Paul and I have had some great walks lately, but the sun and the mountains made this walk among the grape fields overlooking Lake Leman a definite do-over!Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41579227947659490.post-33702114716295739672012-06-07T00:42:00.000-07:002012-06-07T00:43:22.676-07:00She Was Just 17...you know what I mean.... Happy Birthday, Laura!<span ><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a45354d5459334d44593d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="420" height="330" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a45354d5459334d44593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="420" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">Another <a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards.html" target="_blank">greeting card</a> by Smilebox</td></tr></tbody></table></span>Paul and Susan's NY Historic Sites Missionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15684865013946073933noreply@blogger.com2