The Choir had a really good Thanksgiving program the morning, one of the really wonderful events we have been able to attend. We went to a program in the Tabernacle Friday night called the Bells of Christmas Square. Mom really loved it. It just sounded to me just like a lot of people ringing bells with no lyrics. I guess I don't have a appreciation of for the fine arts, or maybe I am harder to please.
We went on a Tour of the Salt Lake Cemetery Tuesday. It was really fun. We visited the graves of all of the Prophets except for Joseph Smith, buried in Nauvoo, Brigham Young, buried in the Brigham Young Park, and Ezra Taft Benson, buried in his home in Idaho. The Sisters were assigned to give a short talk about the life of each Prophet. The best part of the tour was an opportunity to have reminiscence with President Stuart about the old times. He was Student Body President of South High School when I was there. He was my brother Doug's Counsellor in the bishopric. He was Bishop of the old South Gate Ward while my Grandmother Glad was still alive. My Mom and Dad both came from that ward.
Second event from My life.
I was eight years old when one day I came home from School to find my Mother in the front room talking with some of the other women from the Neighborhood. They were discussing the poor behavior of many of the children. I was in the back room so I thought they did not know that I was eavesdropping, when my Mom said "my Dwayne is a good boy. He would not do any of those things." It was one of that moments that sets the course of your life. I knew that I was a good boy and I could not do bad things. My Mom died when I was ten years old and I always felt that she was watching over me an her "good boy".