A Touching Lesson

Could these otters be holding hands?

Is there some lesson these otters can teach us?

Just click on the arrow in the bottom left corner

of the following picture to start the video clip below.

Just knowing that someone is there can give us such comfort.

Just being able to touch someone, 

hug someone,

hold someone's hand

makes us feel so much better.

Otters know this. 

Let us hope that all humans

can learn this too.  

P.S. Please show this to my grandkids, I think they will love this.

Why I Feed the Birds & Thoughts of Rich Holdaway

Ever since Jen & Steve gave me a bird feeder several years ago, I have been faithfully feeding the birds--sparrows, doves, house finches, magpies, robins, quail, pigeons, and I even spotted a hawk in my trees on several occasions.  However, last summer I spotted a most unusual guest at my bird feeder.  Yes, a little blue parakeet had started dining regularly in my yard.  This gave me incentive to keep feeding the birds even though it was summer because I knew that this parakeet was probably someone's pet that had flown away and he would not know how to find bugs and seeds on his own.

When winter came, I got worried.  I had stopped seeing him, and I didn't know if he had flown south with some doves, if a cat had eaten him, or if he had frozen to death.  
Then miracle of miracles, just before I went to the temple today, I spied my little friend in the Catalpa tree. He was still alive!  He had found his way back to my yard. I was overjoyed.  I ran and got two neighbors who were in my front yard so they could see him. He even stayed there while I went in the house to get my camera-- remaining calmly perched while I took about a dozen shots of him.  
Then after eating his fill at my bird feeder, my little friend calmly just fell asleep. . . . . and that is just what my dear friend Rich Holdaway did today.  He came home from seeing a doctor, fell asleep in their car, but unlike my little feathered friend, Rich never woke up. 

Although Rich had been deathly ill with MRSA this fall, he had been feeling quite good recently. Rich had a marvelous idea to remodel their house so he came up with some incredible plans. Workmen have been working on it for several months. It is still not finished.

Randy died before he could see his Riviera repainted with a glorious new paint job, and Rich died before he could see his house remodeled. 

Rich and Maureen both had slight back aches last night, but Rich woke up with a terrible pain in his back this morning.  Maureen took him to see a doctor. He was given pain killers and sent home.  Rich was too tired to get out of their car and when Maureen went back out to try to get him into the house, he was gone. . . . Last year a light went out when Randy left us and the world is noticeably less bright now that Rich is gone, too.

Richard, his brother Jon, and I did everything together as we grew up in Price.  It seems that I have always known him. Because of Rich, I met Randy-- the love of my life and married him.

Randy was my best friend and dear husband.  Rich was also a dear friend.  Goodbye, to another dear eternal friend . . . .  

Thanks for remembering me on Mother's Day

Ever since Camille moved to Arizona, she has sent me a Mother's Day corsage, which I have always treasured receiving.  For the last 3 years, she has sent me a gardenia corsage, which literally has made me cry every time I  have received one.  Receiving a gardenia is extra special because it reminds me of the gardenia tree we had in our Billings, Montana, home. Thanks, Camille for being so thoughtful. 

Here is a photo of the gardenia tree we used to have.

There are over 36 gardenias on the tree in just this one photo.

I loved sitting in my gardenia scented living room.

Over the course of one blooming season, 

it would bear over 120 blossoms.

After church, I was surprised by a delightful Mother's Day phone call from Ethan. We had a long conversation about Bakugans, his friends, his sisters, and school. Thanks, Ethan, for such a nice gift. Unfortunately, I had to hang up before I could talk to London and Nickie, so I will call them today and see how they are doing. 

My beloved sister, Charlene, gave me this rose and also invited me over for dinner.  However, I had also been invited over to eat dinner at Vicki Hill's, house, too, so I ate at Vicki's and then went to Charlene's for a delightful visit.  I love you both so much.  

Vicki has been my dear friend ever since we lived next door to each other when we were teenagers in Price.  My favorite thing to do was to climb in Vicki's bedroom window and then leave by walking out past her parents in the living room--making them wonder where I had come from because they had not seen me come to their front door. I loved the surprised look on her dad's face when I did that for the first time.

Dee and Angie brought me these incredible tulips and this lovely basket of personal items.

During their Mother's Day visit, Nash went downstairs and built this puzzle all by himself, which really impressed me because the last time he tried to do it a few months ago, he needed a lot of help doing it.

Here's gorgeous little Avery.

When Camille and family came up for Jerel to run in the Salt Lake Marathon, Camille gave me these two pictures that I just love.  They are even signed by the artist/photographer who happens to live in their stake in Mesa. He actually hired people and then went to special locations in order to photograph these very realistic scenes from the life of Christ. I think he was truly inspired and so were the people in the photographs. I am still looking for just the right frames for them. 

I especially love this one because it shows Jesus laughing and hugging his beloved cousin John who had just baptized Him. All my life I have only seen sober pictures of Jesus Christ.  I had never thought about Jesus laughing before, but why shouldn't He laugh and show joy?  He had just "fulfilled all righteousness" by setting the example of what we all should do, and He was also baptized by someone he knew and loved.  

Thanks also to Jen and Steve who called and wanted to come by and see me, but I  wasn't home when they wanted to come by.  I am so sorry that I missed you.  You are always so thoughtful in remembering me and for including me on special occasions, like Karli's VIP Day at Kindergarten.  The following post is about her special day, so keep reading.

Karli's Big Day!

Karli was chosen to be the VIP for the day in her Kindergarten class.

Here she is sitting in front of her poster that she helped make. 

The guests who came: Mom (Jen), Papa Gunderson, sister Sage, 

Nana Gunderson, Dad (Steve), & Tobi. ( I'm the photographer. )

Here Karli is pointing to Grandpa Randy and telling the class 

that he is in Heaven now. 

Karli then had the opportunity to answer questions

 that many of her classmates asked. 

At the end, her classmates all lined up to pet Toby,

 who was very calm and gentle with all the kids.

Horses and Hats

When I was in fourth grade, I became horse crazy.  Every day I would draw horses--probably because it was the only thing I could draw very well. The white paper is now yellow, but I saved some of the work I did when in elementary school. I drew this picture when I was age 9. The above horse's name was Cuddles and Cream.

I drew this horse at the end of fourth grade when I was age 10. The paper has yellowed because this drawing is 55 years old!  It seems like it was just yesterday.

I had always loved animals and mostly read books about them: Bambi and Bambi's Children by Felix Salten, Black Beauty, Beautiful Joe ( about a dog who had his ears cut off by some mean person), but then I discovered the Black Stallion books by Walter Farley and that did it! I read all 12 of them while in 4th grade! I fell totally in love with Arabian horses and from that moment on I kept track of which horses won the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and the Belmont Stakes.  I was overjoyed in sixth grade when my family got a TV because then I started watching all of the Triple Crown races on television.

If a human can have a horse for a hero, then I would have to say that Secretariat became my hero. I can still remember when Jim McKay on ABC's Wide World of Sports called the Belmont Stakes when Secretariat won by 31 lengths. No horse has ever won the Belmont with such a large margin of distance. Secretariat also set the world record in speed. Secretariat's record at the Belmont has never been broken. 

Above is Secretariat winning the Kentucky Derby in 1973.  He set a track record that has never been equalled. He ran the 1 1/4 miles in 1:59 2/5 minutes.  He achieved the unheard-of feat called "Negative splitting" which means he ran each quarter mile segment faster than the one before it.  His successive quarter mile times were:  25 1/4, 24, 23 4/5, 23 2/5, and 23. He was accelerating faster and faster in each succeeding 1/4 mile and was still accelerating by the time he crossed the finish line--something that no horse had ever done. 
This black and white photo shows Secretariat  31 lengths ahead of the 2nd place horse in the Belmont in 1973.  Secretariat not only broke the margin-of-victory record , but he also ran the fastest 1 1/2 miles on dirt in history, at 2:24 flat. This works out to a speed of 37.5 mph for his entire performance.  Secretariat's world record still stands. 

(In fact , no other horse has even broken 2:25 for this same distance.)

This color photo shows just how far ahead Secretariat was from the rest of the horses when he won the Belmont.
Because many consider Secretariat to be the greatest race horse of all time and because his records at the Belmont Stakes have never been equalled, they erected this bronze statue in his honor by the entrance gate at Belmont Race Track.

Although I have always loved Secretariat's speed. I think Arabian horses have the most beautiful heads of any breed of horse.  Compare this black Arabian's head with Secretariat's. Just look at the small chiseled noses on these gorgeous horses.

Again, notice this grey Arabian's head and how it narrows at the nose.

Arabians' heads are so much more exquisite than those of quarter horses

 I always wanted my own black Arabian, just like the child pictured in this movie poster.

Aren't they stunning when they run?

Today, Mine That Bird, a long shot--a horse with 50-1 odds won the Kentucky Derby. In the whole 135 year history of the Derby, only one other horse has won with such big odds. 

Here's Mine That Bird crossing the finish line today.  I bet his owners are kicking themselves because he is a gelding. (This means he cannot sire any children.)

Randy always said the best part of baseball is "the game within the game." I loved having him explain "the game within the game" to me when we would be watching a baseball game on television. 

Well, part of the game within the game at the Derby is the unofficial contest the ladies have to see who can have the best hat.  Here are some of the ladies who were watching the Derby today. It must have been a lot warmer in Kentucky today than it was in Utah because most of the ladies are wearing sleeveless dresses. 

At least this one is made out of see-through material.

This one, shaped like a horse's head, gets the unofficial award for being the most creative.

All of these hats are so big, how can anyone see the horse race?

Jerel Runs in SLC Marathon

Jerel, Camille's husband, came to Salt Lake last weekend and ran in the Salt Lake City Marathon in order to raise funds for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.   Jerel's team was entitled Steps-4-Sisters in honor of his sister Shannon, who passed away from this disease last October 5, 2008, and another sister, Lindy, who fights this disease every day.

Here Jerel is crossing the finish line after running 26.2 miles.  Jerel and his family were able to raise over $15,000.00 in donations for this important cause.  I am proud of you, Jerel, for having the tenacity to do this! 

Here are Tanner, Jordan, and Trevor waiting for their dad to cross the finish line. They had to wake up early to go watch, and Trevor still looks a little sleepy.

Here are Chase, my oldest grandson, and my daughter, Camille, waiting for Jerel to cross the finish line. I love them all so much and I  was so happy to have them here, so I could enjoy their company even though their trip was very short.  (I am amazed at how mature Chase looks and I still love Camille's cute dimples.  My mom always said that dimples are where the angels kissed her when they brought her here to earth, so that is what I always think of when I see my beautiful daughter and her cute dimples.)  

Surprise Image

This by far is the most incredible optical illusion I have ever seen. I have done it several times and each time, I am just as amazed as the first time.

Follow these instructions: 

1.) Concentrate by focusing your eyes on the 4 small dots in the middle of the picture.  Stare steadily at the image for at least 45 seconds. 

2.) Then take a look at a wall near you ( any smooth light colored surface will do. I look at the wall behind the computer desk, which is about 3 feet away.) 

3.) You will see a circle of light developing. 

4.) Keep looking at the wall and you will see a figure emerging. . . when I do it, I see the figure appear on the wall, but then it starts traveling up the wall and onto the ceiling at a rapid rate of speed.

5.)  What do you see? Moreover, who do you see?  Let me know by leaving me your comment.

Rainbow Ribbons

Beloved Randy--Last March of 2008, while walking arm in arm with you down the hospital halls, we both marveled at a double rainbow that filled the entire eastern sky.   Both rainbows formed almost two complete arcs.   We remarked how we had never seen a more beautiful rainbow. 

                        

It was one year ago today that I last held your hand

       and told you I loved you.

Just one year ago, I heard you take your last breath. 

When you left, you took my sun with you.

Rainbows can't exist without the sun . . .

Sweet are the memories 

of lollipop flowers

Of gingerbread houses

Of sugar coated hours.

Of fairy drawn coaches

and fanciful rides

Down silvery moonbeam 

Slippery slides.

Of rainbow ribbons

Tied in my hair.

Ah, Rainbow Ribbons

That I no longer wear.

But even though rainbows

and moonbeams must fade.

They only melt into skies

Made of pink lemonade.

(Note: I wrote the words and music for the song Rainbow Ribbons one sad, rainy night while I was at BYU the fall of 1965.  It is written for a classical guitar and a flute accompaniment. Later someone on campus heard it and asked me to perform my song for a play she was directing the spring of 1966.  I wish I knew how to add my own recording to a blog playlist, so you could be listening to the song as you read this. The music expresses my emotions so much better than the words.) 

 

However, there are no skies of pink lemonade for me now.  

I need the Sun for them to exist . . . .

In 1966, I was on a BYU a cappella choir trip on a bus near St. Louis, Missouri, when the following words just came into my mind.  It was springtime.   Although I wrote this poem 43 years before I ever dated Randy, the words seem to be quite prophetic in expressing what has transpired and how I feel now:

Candlelight and lace,

A lingering embrace,

A tear upon her face

       Sighed goodbye

       To a springtime sky,

              His familiar knock,

               A lilac scented talk,

               A moonbeam tinseled walk.

Candlelight and lace

Now grace

An empty place.

       A dress with an old style look,

       Pressed rosebuds in a book,

       A weed crowned garden nook

              Remain to say

              He went away . . . .

   

Dedicated to Randy

I wrote and gave this to Randy several years ago:

                   Tapestry

One day in time

I found a new thread

Woven into my tapestry of life.

Intriguing---

Because this thread

Added a new dimension and texture

To an already most unusual design.

I love the adventure

Of seeing a new color.

Exciting---

Because once the Master Weaver

Adds a new color to the loom

I'm never quite certain

What changes will be made

In the overall design.

Sometimes I am able 

To alter the pattern of threads,

But other times the threads weave in and out

Almost as if these inanimate objects

Had a will and life of their own.

It is not always easy to weave.

Sometimes threads break

Altering my design forever.

Sometimes the spindle pricks my finger,

And sadly I find that

Beauty does not come easily.

To have it

One must often pay the price of pain,

But contrasts enhance the overall design.

Light and dark, smooth and rough, joy and pain---

All add a necessary depth and dimension.

I am most fortunate

Because no one

Has a tapestry quite like mine.

I must make it so.

Uniqueness---

An imperative life force for me.

My tapestry of life

Woven both by Gods and mortals

In a design

Which will never be complete

Nor comprehended 

Until life's final breath

Shuts down the loom. 

        ---Written by Bonnie

         * * * * *

Thanks, Randy, for being that unique thread that has only added richness and beauty to my tapestry of life.

Patterns Etched in My Heart Forever

                  Randy's hand by a rose in our yard

                         A sunset from our back yard

              Kaleidoscope

A sunrise

A rainbow

A blossom

Shimmering jewels

In a kaleidoscope of color

Beauty

Joy

How brief

How transitory

How fragile

Patterns in glass

Patterns in life

Patterns of love

Etched in my heart

Forever

Even though your stay

Was brief.

I want things

To remain

The same.

I want to stop

Time.

I cannot.

Written by,

              Bonnie