It has been a lazy week, Tom nursing laryngitis, and I dabbing a leaky ear. We pretty much avoided people except at the grocery store and boulangerie. The weather was cold (20's) but has warmed up into the 50's with some rain toward the end of the week. Tom started and finished a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle and I did mostly cooking (ate lots of homemade soup), studying, and reading. Today we were at church leading the singing and playing the keyboard.
Two things of interest happened recently. We heard that a couple who we knew well in Rochester in the late seventies had both died. Wayne was an engineer with IBM and Jeri was a forensic anthropologist. They were very humorous and especially fun to be around. They composed spoofs on country music and sang together while playing the guitar. They were 4 years younger than we are. When I received their obituary, I had to laugh out loud. It was so like them. Included was one of their songs:
You’re the apple of my eye
You’re the aching in my head
You said you’d be my friend
But you stole my heart instead.
You‘re a thief, you’re a liar
And slinky as a wire
And I’m stuck up to my knees
In the mud hole of your love.
Every obituary is different. Yesterday was our mission president’s funeral from SLC. When the zoom opened, seated on the stand were Elder Holland, Elder Rasband, Bishop Caussé, Elder Teixera, the Utah North Area President plus Souliers’ Stake President and Bishop. In the choir seats were about 30 returned missionaries from the France, Lyon Mission. Although they had been released they were all wearing their nametags and sang the French rendition of Dvorak’s Going Home. It was an inspiring meeting with several family speakers including all his children (the youngest daughter came temporarily from serving a mission in Tahiti) sharing specific memories of their father. His wife Jennie was the last speaker before the two Apostles. I will share some of my favorite sentiments:
It is amazing what two people without guile can accomplish.
His faith in Jesus Christ was not dependent upon outcomes. Jesus Christ is our source of joy.
He intentionally saw the good in everyone, making memories and connections.
He taught me to love my wife.
One daughter was traveling with her dad on a church assignment. He wore a missionary tag as a member of a local mission presidency. When they got out of the car, a couple of men saw the tag, started making fun of him, pointing, and throwing insults. When they got to their room he said to his ten year old ‘I hope they are okay’. She was surprised at his response to someone trying to hurt them. We always have a choice how we will react.
Another daughter shared how her dad responded to holding his first grand child. ‘Eternal posterity is to know God’.
Elder Rasband referred to lines of genetic power and promise.
We only knew President Soulier for two months. His enthusiasm for teaching the doctrine of Jesus Christ was contagious and all his 200 missionaries, us included, knew he and Sr. Soulier loved them. Elder Rasband said that he is undoubtedly still teaching the doctrine of Christ in his new setting.
This week we heard from son Ben, who served his mission about 25 years ago in Belgium and northern France. He said he knew our new Branch President and wife - he was present at their home in Nancy with the other missionaries when it was dedicated. Another of those remarkable coincidences that happen fairly often in the Church!
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Statue of the man (Nièpce) who invented photography |
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Tour boats lined up for winter cleaning and refurbishment |
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Crew on the river |
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The ubiquitous London plane tree (platanus x hispanica) |