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What does everyone do with all the surplus tomatoes this time of year? Ideas??

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FAVORITE DECADE: the 90's

LEAST FAVORITE DECADE: the 70's

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When I am all alone I could spend hours reading all your blogs. Some of my new found favorites include: a family in New York, a single older woman who runs an organic farm in Oregon, a lady who likes to drink a little... I could go on and on.

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A memory about... Memory Grove- that's funny! Usually on Sundays, my mom, Paul and I would drive to Memory Grove. It is by City Creek Canyon, in the Avenues. It is a real treasure. We would pack a picnic and our dog and spend the evening hiking and exploring. I learned a lot from all the war memorials and plaques. If this is a place you have never been to, I suggest you go!

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My mom died one year ago today. My brothers and sisters and crys' family (Addy was napping) met at the grave, today. We had a little bite to eat and talked/laughed. I miss my mom but feel so lucky to still have all my siblings.

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A memory about... Sister Horn (my merry miss teacher)

My bishop was wise enough to know the wisdom an older teacher could impart was a treasure. At age 11, being a merry miss was something I had been looking forward to. The teacher was a twenty something, young married, beautiful sister in my ward. Wouldn't you know it, just as I was ready to move to her class, our bishop released her. Sister Horn was called to her position. She wasn't twenty something, she was old. She wasn't young married, she was a widow. She was beautiful though, in a different sort of way. Though at first disappointed, I grew to love her dearly. She taught us how to knit. She had us over to her house regularly, just for fun. She was calm and loving and just what I needed. Bless that bishop for thinking outside the box.

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A memory about ... Miguel

When I first met Migo my whole family was very skeptical of him. On their first meeting, my mom had him move several large pieces of furniture. He was happy to do it for her and asked if there was anything more she needed. He proved himself to her and although there many details to still learn about him, she liked him. Through the years they grew close and had a lovely relationship. They had special names for each other (Matilda and George). The tears he shed on the night she died revealed his love for her. Two of my favorite people.