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A nice time of year

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Last week part of the Tueller clan got together to celebrate Uncle Matt's birthday (the US ambassador to Yemen). Aunt Diane and Uncle Lant organized a fun around-Provo high tech treasure hunt. The four sisters were team leaders. Each pre-assigned team needed to have a name and bring props. Five clues were given. After getting to the right destination each team had to take a photo and e-mail it to Lant (good thing I finally bought a smart phone last year) who then called back with the next clue. Teams competed for fastest time, best photo, silliest photo. Clues took us to different places in different orders. One of the few common stops for all teams was the Provo train station. The oUtlaws of Utah coUnty--Aunt Rachel's team (l to r) with Grandma Jean, Sarah, Rachel's friend Courtney and cousin David (who took all of their team's photos). Rachel has a law degree from the University of Utah so her team dressed in red.



The Brobassadors: Diane's team with Grandpa Blaine (l to r) Diane, Aunt DeNeece, Joel and Will. They dressed in Arab garb because brother ambassador has spent all of his career in the Middle East.



The Mad Hatters: Aunt Anna's team in which cousin Emma posses as Gladys Knight with the Pips doing back up moves in the back (l to R) Uncle Bernell, Anna and Matt. The clue for this stop had something to do with "the midnight train to Georgia."



Marie's team--The Fan Club, because we are fans of uncle Matt and of his granddaughter Yuna who was a member of our team. Here (l to r) Marie, Chad, Chris and Yuna run to catch the train.


Also a member of the Fan club was Matt's daughter-in-law, Ayae. This clue told us to go to the gate through which four of the ten Tuellers had passed.  Four kids served missions so we correctly went to the MTC and posed as two mission companionships.


Anna's team recruited exercising sister missionaries for their photo at the MTC. The photo was taken at the lowest resolution so that it would e-mail faster. Perhaps that is why they were narrowly able to win the contest.


This clue took us to the cemetery where the other large musical family (the Osmonds) also has a plot.



This was the prize winning photo of a very pious Grandma Jean praying at the cemetery while fellow teammates sang.


The clue for this stop was to go to the permanent BYU student who does not conform to the dress code. Fans were used to make Massasoit more modest. This was the other prize winning photo.



Also on Diane's team was cousin Sam (behind Will).



 For Labor Day we went for an afternoon drive up to Cascade Springs.  Last time we were there Sarah and Joel were much younger. Marie was surprised at how short the hike was when not having to do it with toddlers. The big toothed maples are the first to start changing color.





We then completed driving the rest of the Alpine Loop (loved the large aspen groves) which took us to Highland and the home of Bob and Annie. There the kids enjoyed a swim and we all then enjoyed a delicious Thai meal.



Today after the soccer games I ventured forth to take a closer look at our garden.  Between my trip to Indonesia and getting ready for a new semester I have had little time to do anything other than to harvest a few tomatoes now and then. The unusual rains of August certainly helped things grow.  I was pleasantly surprised with what I found.


Volunteer cantaloupe and a two too large cucumbers.


Jalepeno peppers (for homemade salsa) and a butternut squash.


 One of five impressive sunflowers.


This sunflower has been picked nearly clean by happy (and beautiful) mountain blue birds. I put paper bags over two of the flowers to preserve the seeds until they have dried properly.


One of maybe a hundred tomatoes harvested today.




Yellow squash and one of four impressive pumpkins.


Butternut squash



 

Kohlrabi. First time ever planted. I have never eaten Kohlrabi before. Any tips on how to use it?



I am the lone person in this house that likes fresh beets (with lemon). Yum.


 This is what happens when you ignore zucchini for a few days.


Elsewhere in the yard. Tart Jonathan apples.


Walnuts for neighborhood Christmas treats.


Golden delicious apples.



A sad thing. A three year old peach tree where one branch slipped from my meager attempts to support it and snapped.

A little bit of luck

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One morning a few weeks ago, Marie took our van in to our local tire shop (Johnson's Tires) to get the brakes checked. While waiting she signed up Joel and Will for a drawing sponsored by the Tire Pros (local tires companies in Utah) for boys and girls to win an evening at the Real Salt Lake stadium--where they would get to tour Rio Tinto Stadium and get to go out on the field. She thought our two boys would love it. To her surprise (we never win anything) she got a call last week from Riley Johnson (whose son Clayton is Joel's good friend) saying that Joel had won and that he and a parent (and no one else) were to go to Rio Tinto Stadium on Wednesday night at 5:00. Joel was excited. So was Marie who watches all of the games with the boys. She was especially excited to perhaps meet player Joao Plata (who does a little Latin salsa dance after he scores--Marie has similar Latin moves). My job in all of this was to come home early to pick up Sarah from musical (The Mikado) practice, take her to piano lessons, take Will to soccer training, go visit mom in Mapleton, pick up Will, then pick up Sarah and go watch Will compete in the Pinewood Derby.


The two hour visit included a stop at the gift shop (to buy a Real pennant for players to sign), a tour of the club house, putting on cleats in the visiting team locker room, 90 minutes of training on the field with three of the players and then a photo op,autographs and Q&A with the players. Marie enjoyed sitting in the stands watching and taking photos with Joel's i-pod. Joel took a few selfies and a nice panorama shot of the stadium.








With Luke Mulholland (from England), who Marie thought was really nice.


With Chris Schuler



With Chris Wingert. Joel came home with a new soccer ball, posters, Real car air fresheners, Real eye glass cleaner and a $25 gift certificate to a Tire Pro. When Marie and Joel got to the car, one of the tires was flat. Before Marie could even get started changing the tire, one of the many tire shop owners offered to help and then Riley Johnson walked by and Marie called him over to help to. They did it lickety split--even though both tire shop owners confessed they seldom have to change tires any more. Riley then took the tire which he will have repaired in the morning for Marie to then pick up. When Marie stopped at a gas station to have the spare tire inflated a little more, another nice man offered to help. Marie is amazed at all of the home town goodness and friendliness she has been experiencing.


I am not much of  Pinewood Derby dad. It is a chore that must be done. Luckily there have always been nice neighbors with saws. This year neighbor Jerry let us use his band saw to cut a wedge shaped car--Will's design and choice. Will then sanded, chose the paints, came up with a paint design and did the painting (with some help with taping).  I put on the wheels, glued them in, added weights (bringing the 2 oz car up to 4 7/8 ozs--just below the 5 oz maximum weight limit) and applied lubricating graphite to the axels. We must have done something right.Will's bright red/orange/yellow car (on the left, leading out in the first heat) won all but one of the dozen heats. There were only 5 participants so that certainly helped his odds.




The average speed of his car in all of the races was 230 mph! We think the aerodynamic shape and the concentration of most of the weight on the bottom (in the form of legal metal bars) was what did the trick. Afterwards while playing around we had Will race the others with his car turned backwards and his car then came in last. Always just behind Will was another wedge shaped red car.


Notice the metal bars on the bottom. (I screwed them in between the flag ceremony and the uniform check). His friend Harrison has a talented wood working dad who helped make a very cool fancy shaped car (black colored on the left in the close-up above) which lacked Will's aerodynamics. Sometimes skill-less dads and their sons get lucky.





Sand dunes and hot springs

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Last Friday/Saturday Joel and the rest of the scouts in the ward headed out to the Little Sahara sand dunes--1 1/2 hours southwest of Springville. In all my years in Utah, I have never been to the dunes (perhaps because I perceived it primarily as a place only good for four wheeling), so when it became necessary for Joel to come home earlier than the others for a soccer game, Will and I volunteered to go out later on Friday (after a four hour rank and status committee meeting--yech) and join them. We got there just in time for a late dinner of fajitas. Next morning (above) we enjoyed omelets in a bag and bagels.



After dinner, all of the boys (including Will) headed back out to play night games on the dunes. They all wore glow sticks around their necks, arms and legs. A cool sight. They eventually ended up on this steep dune (where another troop was playing around the next morning) chewed up the night before by our boys where over and over they jumped and flipped down the steep slope.




I am continually amazed by the varied beauty of Utah. 




Happy campers. We left at 9:30 in time for Joel to get back for a game in Bountiful--He scored two goals and had two assists in a  8-1 win. Later that day Will scored two goals with one assist in a 4-0 win at their home field in Spanish Fork. Today, as they often do, the two Saturday games conflict so Marie went with Joel and I went with Will.


That night, Joel celebrated his 14th birthday (two days early) with 10 friends. They had pizza and sliced veggies, watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure while eating pop corn, had their fill of cake, banana splits and sundaes and then played night games.



Yesterday was the first day of fall break so we decided to go for a family hike. Will balked at first, but then ended up having a grand time. Originally I had hoped to climb Spanish Fork Peak, but on second thought it sounded too long and challenging for some of us so we opted for plan B--a hike up to Fifth Water Hot Springs. They are a 25 minute drive up Spanish Fork and Diamond Fork canyons. Last year Aunt Diane attempted a hike to the hot springs with the kids, but they took a wrong turn right off the bat and ended up hiking a considerable way up an adjacent dry canyon before realizing their mistake. They were too worn out to then attempt the hour long hike up to the hot springs. No wrong turns were made this time. Most of the fall colors had faded and dropped but there was still enough color to make it a most enjoyable hike and at just the right temperature.





The lower pools of the stream/spring with Marie and the kids in the distance under a tree eating lunch. I went on ahead to make sure everyone was properly clothed in the upper pools. Many years ago Aunt Diane took other young nieces and nephews on a hike up to the springs only to have them all happen upon some of the skinny dippers who like to frequent the place. No skinny dippers in sight. Perhaps all the young families on hikes scared them away.


Fifth Water stream drops cold water into the steaming hot springs. The various pools, depending upon the mix of hot and cold are either too hot or just right for soaking.







Ahhh--a great way to spend a day of hooky from work.






On the hike down, this random pillow became a place of destination. It led to some good exploring and some dam building. 









Will's dam from above.


October's end

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Sarah carved a sad pumpkin. Joel had me carve (his was a very hard pumpkin) a cyclops and Will had me carve a scary pumpkin with a forehead scar. Will carved the Hi. Joel and Sarah's pumpkins were from our garden. We bought Will's big pumpkin and the small pumpkin was one Will brought home from school--a gift to each student from local farmers.




Sarah continues to love going to her Tuesday night beginning ballet class (in north Orem). This Tuesday she drove our Subaru both ways--freeway out, city streets back. She is almost ready to take her drivers test. Left turns on busy streets are her only real remaining concern.


Tuesday Sarah came home from school and informed us that she had been one of six students honored in the assembly that day with the Red Devil of the Term award. Pretty impressive. They started out by stating that this student excellent in drama and seminary but it was when they announced that "her fiery red hair matched her passion for learning" that Sarah knew that her name was next to be announced. The award came with a free school parking pass. Too bad she won't get to use it since Semester at Sea will prevent her from getting her license until next summer.


Next day, Will came home with this 100% attendence award. Glad he got it this year because next year we may have to skip a few days for skiing.


Today, Joel was honored in his school assembly (parents received a letter last week inviting us to come, Joel found out right before the assembly when he was called out of class early) with the Super Knight Award (a Knight is the school mascot) --given each month to two students from each grade who exemplify "the highest qualities of students that seek to be effective communicators, responsible citizens, and successful learners." The bio read by the principal and written by his teachers (who nominate and choose the Super Knights) talked about Joel being a good student, being friendly, and having a good sense of humor. Fortunately his math teacher didn't mention how much socializing and visiting he did in her class. Here he is shaking the hands of the student council and then the administrators.



In the cafetorium (its real name) of the brand new Springville Jr. High School.  There is no formal auditorium for assemblies, concerts and musicals--just the cafeteria with a stage. Surprisingly, the folding chairs were very comfortable. The Barcelona Shirt was one of several soccer shirts and jerseys that I bought for Joel and Will at outlet stores in Indonesia.



The six Super Knights. Tall seventh grade Andrew on the left lives across the street and is in the car pool with eight grade Joel.

Hiking the Y with Will

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In September I thought that since I no longer had the Wednesday night responsibilities of a bishop or a Young Men leader (which I have had for most of Will’s life) that I should do something every Wednesday night with him while Joel and Sarah were at Mutual. He is reluctant to say he likes it, but I think we have done some fun things. For these Wednesday’s With Will we went shopping and bought a four square and tennis balls for playing, we went swimming twice at the Springville Pool—he loves to do crazy possess off of the diving board and we like to play catch with a nerf football, hiked up to the Y at sunset followed by a milkshake at Stan’s, visited BYU’s newly expanded Bean museum (stuffed animals on display) followed by an cream cone at the BYU creamery; cut out his pine wood derby car and bought paint; went to the pine wood derby; played a few rounds of Mastermind (after a busy/late day of getting all of our India and China visa applications ready); and went to a fun ward fall (ie Halloween) festival. What follows are photos of our October 1st hike up the Y (upper right in photo).

 

First snow on Mt. Timpanogos to the north.


Utah Lake and East Bay


My office is on the 6th floor of the 12 story Spencer W. Kimball Tower--upper right. The brand new Life Sciences Building (there is currently a petition afloat calling for this building to be named after any of several Mormon woman scientists) cascades down the southern slope of the BYU campus. During my first two years of graduate work at BYU I lived in a home with 8 other guys right where the highest portion of the building now stands.






We made the steep climb of 12 switchbacks to the top in 30 minutes The original plan was to have large white block B Y U letters on the mountain now called Y Mount, but only the Y came to fruition. 




Missionary Training Center


 Provo LDS Temple










Grandpa Emmett's Curry

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In 1910 (maybe 1911) my grandfather Henry Roland Emmett began serving a three year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Japan. After about 18 months of missionary service he developed pleurisy and a collection of fluid in his chest which required a long stay in a hospital on the island of Hokkaido. Bed rest was the only treatment. When he was finally healthy enough to be released from the hospital, his mission president decided that it would be best if he returned home for further recovery.


Not too long after his return he met and eventually married Harriet Dudley. They had six children, my dad John being the fifth child. At some point along the way Roland and a mission buddy decided it would be great to eat Japanese curry again. There were no Asian markets or restaurants around at that time and so they did their best to come up with their best approximation of what they remembered Japanese curry to taste like. I do not know about the experimentation process, but over time a standard recipe emerged--which used quite an interesting mix of ingredients. That recipe was first enjoyed by the Roland and Harriet Emmett family whose children then passed it on to their children.


My Saturday morning pot of curry to be served when friends came to dinner on Sunday.


I remember eating curry at family gatherings at Grandma Emmett's house on Fourth South in Logan. It was always served on rice with side dishes of orange jello mixed with grated cheddar cheese, crushed pineapple and mayonnaise (sounds disgusting but it is actually very good) and buttered and toasted saltine crackers. Later my parents always cooked up a big pot of curry for the annual extended Emmett family gathering at their home on Memorial (Decoration) Day and another pot to be eaten sometime during the Christmas holidays.

 My dad always liked to eat Emmett curry on Uncle Ben's converted rice which was quick cooking (because it was parboiled) and resulted in separated rice kernels. My aunt JoAnn (the sixth child, who lived in Hong Kong at one point with her foreign service officer husband Martin) preferred regular Asian rice (where the kernels/grains stick together). According to my dad, his dad would wash and wash the rice to make sure it didn't stick together which is why my dad settled on using Uncle Ben's rice because it easily didn't stick together. When I returned from my mission in Indonesia I too preferred regular rice--which my dad called sticky rice. For many years after that I would bring my rice cooker to cook some "sticky" rice to go along with a big pot of Uncle Ben's rice that mom always cooked (to dad's specific likings).

John and his younger sister JoAnn not only differed on the type of rice, but also on the recipe. Here is the recipe Dad passed on to us kids that I now cook:



Here is JoAnn's recipe as published years ago (1984) in a wonderful cookbook: With Singleness of Heart. Her older brother John did not approve of the added water, sugar or butter. JoAnn did not approve of not using these key ingredients to any good Mormon cuisine. She also didn't add water chestnuts (which add a nice crunch) or bamboo shoots.



The first time I ever cooked my own batch of curry was while I was in graduate school at the University of Chicago. Mom and dad came to visit and so I decided to invite two other graduate students from Logan to come over and join my parents for dinner. I followed dad's recipe to the T except that I decided a few more vegetables would be a nice addition so I added some sliced carrots. Oops! Dad ate, but did not approve. More recently I have used ground turkey instead of beef (it's complicated). I hear that some of my east coast cousins have even treated this best-approximation-of-Japanese-curry-that-tastes-nothing-like-Japanese-curry as if it were Indian curry by adding such things as chutney! Younger cousins (and some adults) from all family branches find additional ketchup makes it more palatable. What ever way you choose to cook or condiment it, Grandpa Emmet's curry is tasty. It is also a sure way to conjure up happy memories of family togetherness.

Adendum:

From my cousin Melissa Hickman (fourth of JoAnn's six daughters): "Chad here's the irony. When I made my first batch from mom's cookbook it tasted nothing like I remembered. When I called her and lamented that I had failed, she said 'oh I didn't put my full recipe in that cookbook, I didn't think people could handle that much spice.' So here is her corrected recipe with here updated notes!!!"


And from my cousin Pat Nelson Friend (second child of Dorothy's (Roland's second child) four children): "Memories of Emmett reunions always conjure up the aroma of curry simmering. The recipe I have is the same as the one Melissa has shared and is the one I have always used. I guess the sisters shared recipes more! No matter what, it's always been a favorite and tradition for Emmett descendants and brings sweet memories to mind!"

Grandma Jean's 85th Birthday

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This afternoon most of the Utah members of the Blaine and Jean Marie Tueller clan gathered in Lehi to celebrate Jean Marie's 85th birthday. Surprise guest was her daughter Martha who flew up from Irvine. Daughter Rachel was the DB (Designated Boss) who organized a dinner of chicken curry and rice with lots of "boys" (toppings) to put on top. It was all very delicious. Martha was in charge of after dinner entertainment so she brought a fun game--Boom Boom Balloon--of pushing rods into a balloon until it pops. The four grandson had fun playing it while everyone else waited for the pop.




POP (more like a slow deflation)





Gifts came next. Grandpa Blaine (with the help of Anna) gave Jean a new kindle fire so that she can not only read books up close and in a large font but so she can also watch TV shows up close. Rachel then came through with an entertaining card and a Wizard of OZ Pez set.




DB Rachel had each of the 10 children send in a gift of writing. Anna's contribution was a humorous candy tale of how each sibling would approach and complete the writing assignment.


The submissions were all included in a booklet.



Here is a closeup of Anna's candy tale.



A very busy Ambassador Matt enlisted the embassy Marines (who were celebrating the birthday of the Marines) in Yemen to join in his very short birthday greeting.




Jeanne created some Memes of classic Jean sayings.

Math teacher Martha offered some thoughts on the number 85:

On the Number 85
 85 is the 43rd odd number and Jeanne (named for Jean Marie) will be 43 in December 2014.
 85 is the sum of the 4th through 13th numbers or in “Tueller counting”, Marie + Diane + Martha + Betsy + Jim + Rachel + Jeanne + Win + Nadia + Ian.
 The noun and adjective quinoctogintennary means a period of 85 years.
 85 is part of a Pythagorean triple: 132 + 842 = 852, which means that Ian-squared plus Blaine-squared equals Jean Marie- squared.
 The 85th day of the year is March 26th but Jean Marie did not have any children born in March.
 At age 85, Grandma Moses has one of her paintings featured in the background of a national advertising campaign.
 Also at 85, Joan Miro, Catalan-Spanish painter and sculptor, moves back to Spain and creates murals for Barcelona and a tapestry for Washington’s National Gallery of Art.
 Katmandu, Nepal is located at 85° longitude and was home to the Tueller-Deardens.
 Joseph Haydn’s Symphony # 85 is known as “The Queen” in B flat major.
 85 in Dutch is tachtig-vijf, in German achtzig-funf, in Spanish ochenta-cinco, in Tagalog limang at walumpu, but anyway you say it, Happy, happy 85th Birthday, Jean Marie Heywood Tueller. We love you!!!

Marie, with the help of four photos, offered this belated thank you:

Dear Mom:

This is a long overdue thank you, probably about 25 years late.

During a time long ago, when I was unhappily single, you gave me an extra large pink flannel tied quilt for Christmas.  If I remember correctly you found it at a bazaar earlier in the season.  There wasn’t anything particularly attractive about the quilt and pink never has been my color but that quilt, now much older and worn, is a most treasured possession.

Through the years, the quilt has seen me and our entire family through all sorts of ups and downs.  It is the cuddle blanket on cold days, the comfort blanket on sick days and the sleeping blanket on tired days.  It has anchored living room play tents, carpeted a sprawl of toys and been rolled up in by babies, toddlers, tweens and teenagers. It is the most often used and loved quilt in our home.

Thank you so much for your continued “mothering” through the years.  And happy 85th birthday.  You still have that magic touch. 

Love, Marie



Marie taking a late evening nap--November 2014


Sick Joel, November 2007


Happy Birthday to Me. Sam is wearing a re-lined blue jacket that his grandpa Blaine bought 50 years ago in Austria during the Innsbruck Olympics.



Marie showing her dad the family history files about Heywood ancestors who lived in Nauvoo that we uploaded onto a CD when we visited the Nauvoo land and record office in June.


Sarah reading the birthday greeting booklet to Grandma Jean.

The Mikado

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Sarah here! My father was struggling with the complicated Mikado story line and asked me for assistance with his precious blog. How could I possibly turn down the opportunity to write for such a distinguished publication? (Where did my lovely talented daughter learn to be such a smart alec?)



Our Orchestra at Springville High School is quite good, even if the director is a little severe.



In the opening of the musical all of the citizens of Titipu sing: "If you want to know who we are, we are citizens of this land." The original line was "gentleman of Japan," but we had to change the refrain to be more inclusive of our predominantly female cast, and to also incorporate our alternate setting. The Mikado was originally written about Japan, but was supposed to be a farce on English politics. To avoid any controversy, my director decided to re-set the show in late Victorian England.


Here, Nanki-Poo, the romantic hero sings to the townspeople about his role as a Wandering Minstrel.



Gilbert and Sullivan seemed to only write for tenors, so finding male leads was quite a job. Despite the difficulty of the music, I am constantly impressed by our boys.



Here Pish-Tush sings about "Our Great Mikado, Virtuous Man," and how, by the Mikado's law, anyone who flirts can be condemned to death by beheading. The song also tells the tale of how Ko-Ko, a cheap tailor, was raised from being a convict, to the Lord High Executioner.


Here, Ko-Ko sings about his "little list," which includes all the people he wouldn't mind beheading, given the chance. It is a tradition for every Ko-Ko to rewrite his song to include more modern options for execution. Our song included people, such as; Miley Cyrus, Maple Mountain fans, people who never stop singing Frozen songs, and audience members who text during performances. Andrew Hoffman, who plays Ko-Ko has excellent comedic timing, so his song is always a hit,

Watch this on YouTube by clicking on this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlhBUmsLFsU


Here, Ko-Ko discusses his upcoming wedding to Yum-Yum, his ward, with Pooh-Bah, a local official. When Ko-Ko was named Lord High Executioner all of the officers of state resigned, save Pooh-Bah, who is always looking for a chance to mortify his family pride. To further his humiliation, Pooh-Bah also took every position left over from the mass resignation of all the leaders of Titipu.


In this scene, the girls of Titipu sing about coming home from school.


This is where the play gets good, seeing as I finally enter as Pitti-Sing. I am in the green box and have yet to pop out the way I'm supposed to in this picture..


At last!


Getting out of moving trunks made out of flimsy, splintery plywood is always a little difficult, but we try to maintain our dignity.


Here, we begin to sing our most recognizable song, "Three Little Maids From School Are We."


I've been told that the three of us look similar to the Power Puff Girls, or the Fairy Godmothers from Sleeping Beauty.




Our final pose.


Watch a YouTube video by clicking on this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1W677CRZ61U  (the last rolling box got stuck so they got a late start on the song)



Ko-Ko greets his bride to be with a kiss. She is very happy to oblige.


Here, Yum-Yum sees Nanki-Poo, who she fell in love with the year before. Ko-Ko sends Nanki-Poo away, much to Yum-Yum's dismay.


Here, Pitti-Sing (myself) and Peep-Bo hide behind a fountain to spy on the lovers, who have just secretly been reunited.


Nanki-Poo reveals himself to be son of the Mikado. He fled his father's court to escape an elderly woman, Katisha, who hoped to marry him.


Nanki-Poo and Yum-Yum flirt, despite the law, and then sing a song "Were You Not To Ko-Ko Plighted," all about how they are in love and they wish that Yum-Yum wasn't engaged to Ko-Ko.




Yum-Yum is angry at her sisters for spying on her and her love.



Ko-Ko, Pish-Tush, and Pooh-Bah sing about their fear of being beheaded. The song is preceded by a letter from the Mikado, stating that an execution is required within a month or the city will be reduced to a village. Pish-Tush and Pooh-Bah are in agreement that Ko-Ko should be executed, since he was already convicted of a crime. Just as Ko-Ko is about to give in, he sees Nanki-Poo about to hang himself, because he can't endure life without Yum-Yum. Ko-Ko and Nanki-Poor strike a deal, in which Nanki-Poo will marry Yum-Yum for a month, and then be beheaded, at which point Yum-Yum will be returned to her previous fiance (Note the obvious disregard for Yum-Yum's feeling's. Gotta love the 1890s.).


Ko-Ko sings about how he loves his life more than Yum-Yum.


The entire casts sings about they are happy that everything will turn out well... sort of.



Dancing.



Nanki-Poo's elderly admirer Katisha arrives, attempting to claim him in marriage.






Pitti-Sing sings about how Yum-Yum and Ko-Ko will get married, no matter what Katisha says, and that there are "lots of good fish in the sea" left for Katisha.




Katisha's makeup is quite intimidating, due to a uni-brow and massive mole.

Watch a selection on YouTube by clicking on this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gME3PxI0NOI


Katisha attempts to tell the villagers about Nanki-Poo's identity as the son of the Mikado. They respond with loud singing in Japanese jibberish to overpower her crucial-to-the-plot information.



Here, at the beginning of Act II, Yum-Yum's sisters explain to her how to be a good bride.


The key is "modesty," according to Peep-Bo.


The girls of Titipu join in the song.




Yum-Yum disregards her sister's advice of modesty, and sings an entire song about how she is as beautiful as the son and the moon.


The entire cast was in agreement that Yum-Yum's song was too boring, so we added in a dream ballet featuring Ko-Ko as the moon, and Pooh-Bah as the sun.







Pitti-Sing and Peep-Bo remind Yum-Yum that her husband is to be beheaded in a month, so she should stop being so happy. We came up with a lot of great puns to insert. "Yum-Yum's married happiness is to be cut short, butchered, terminated, and axed."





Yum-Yum, Nanki-Poo, Pish-Tush, and Peep-Bo sing about how they are happy for the wedding day to come, but sad (hence the many tissues to wipe their tears) about Nanki-Poo's looming beheading.


Ko-Ko enters and is pained at the sight of the couple's affection.


Here, Ko-Ko breaks awful news to the couple. Under the Mikado's law, when a man is beheaded his wife must be buried alive. The couple comes to the consensus that they will no longer be married, so as to spare Yum-Yum's life. Ko-Ko decides to take pity on the lovers and merely create an affidavit proving the death of Nanki-Poo, and lets the couple run away and become married,


The Mikado arrives and sings all about his various punishments.


Ko-Ko, Pooh-Bah present the affidavit to the Mikado.



Ko-Ko sings of the execution.


Pitti-Sing sings of her role in the execution, and the comfort she provided to the condemned.








Following my verse in the song, Pooh-Bah sings all about how the severed head bowed to him, post-execution.


Katisha is angered when Ko-Ko attempts to flatter her. She knows she is ugly, but claims that people come miles to see her beautiful left-elbow.




The Mikado reveals that he did not come to check-up on the executioner, but came looking for his son, who is supposedly beheaded. Katisha grieves at the "loss" of her betrothed.


Pooh-Bah, Pitti-Sing, and Ko-Ko apologize profusely for "beheading" the heir to the throne, not wanting to confess their lies.



The Mikado says he is not angry, but the execution will take place anyway.


Pitti-Sing claims she "hadn't the least of notions" as to who Nanki-Poo really was. She actually knew all along.

 The conspirators argue among themselves over whose fault their sentence is.



Here, everyone tries to convince Ko-Ko to marry Katisha, in an attempt to calm her anger and win her favor in the case of no one being beheaded. Once Katisha is married, Nanki-Poo will be able to reveal his alive-ness and solve everyone's problems.





Ko-Ko attempts to woo the hideous Katisha, claiming that he will die of a broken heart if she does not consent to marry him.





Katisha forgives Ko-Ko for "killing" her betrothed. They are married promptly.



The conspirators plead for mercy.



Nanki-Poo enters with his new bride, Yum-Yum.



Katisha attacks Ko-Ko, angry at his deception




Ko-Ko flatters the Mikado, saying that he only claimed that he beheaded someone because he knew that the Mikado's word is law, and that, because the Mikado's word is law, the execution would have eventually taken place--so why not say so?


The Mikado is pleased by the excuse.


Pitti-Sing begins the finale. Everyone is happy except for Katisha and Ko-Ko, who are stuck with each other.










Everyone sings.







Our final pose.



The leads take their bows.



We sing the refrain from the finale.



We wave as the curtain descends.


My brothers and me..


Four members of the 18th ward. Rachel, on the right, is on the tech crew and built the set.


Some of my friends and me. I am always the shortest.

                                                                        CURTAIN




The Worth of Walls

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Walls have always been the standard fare for protection along the narrow land bridge called Canaan/Palestine/Israel. Often they kept invaders at bay. At other times walls were of little worth.


 King David's men were able to circumvent the walls of the Jebusite city and conquer Jerusalem by climbing up through the water access tunnels into the city.


This Assyrian relief on display in the British Museum documents how the troops of Sennacherib were able to breach the walls of Lachish.


 A century latter the Babylonians were also able to conquer a re-built Lachish and other fortified cities of Judea. The Lachish letters found written on potsherds in this gate house tell that the hilltop fortified town of Azekah to the north had fallen (its signal light had gone out) and it looked like Lachish was next. It was.


The crusaders breached the walls of Jerusalem from the north where there was less challenging topography.




Jordanian troops held on to the old city from atop its walls from 1948-1967 only to then fall to Israeli forces.

 Israel-Lebanon border 1989

Israel-Jordan border along the Yarmuk River 2010

Modern day Israel has long fortified its state borders to fend off invaders from surrounding Arab states. This chain of electric fences, razor wire, patrol roads and land mines has certainly helped keep armies and terrorists out.

 Palestinian side of the Bethlehem-Jerusalem wall. 2010

That border fence in many ways forced the Palestinians to fight the battle for control of territory from within. When suicide bombers from the occupied territories threatened Israelis on their buses, in their discos and at their hotel Passover Seders, Israel sought the security of another wall.

Israeli side of the wall in Northeast Jerusaelm between Anata and Pisgat Ze'ev, 2010

For more than a decade that wall has helped to keep terrorists from the West Bank and Gaza out of Israel proper and brought relative peace to the every day lives of Israelis.
Recent terrorist attacks in Jerusalem including the horrific attack yesterday in a Synagogue as well as driving cars into bus and tram stops raises the question of whether or not walls are leading to greater security. They may be of worth in keeping most attackers out, but what if those attackers come from within? The two attackers in the Har Nof synagogue were native Jerusalemites from the East Jerusalem Arab neighborhood of Jebel Mukaber. The terrorist who two weeks ago drove into a street car stop killing two people, one an infant, was also from an Arab neighborhood in East Jerusalem on the Israeli side of the wall.    


The Har Nof neighborhood (lower middle of photo) of Jerusalem is on the far west side of the city just north of Mt. Herzel and the holocaust museum of Yad Vashem (right lower center). To its north is a huge hilltop Jewish cemetery that rises above the main Tel Aviv-Jerusalem road. This cemetery mirrors the large Mt of Olives cemetery far to the east on the Mt. of Olives (topmost center). Har Nof is home to orthodox Jews from all over the world. The four stabbing victims were immigrants to Israel from the United States and England. They were certainly aware of the insecurity of fellow Israelis who live near the tunnels and missiles of Gaza or the settlers in the West Bank whose daily movements must always consider security, but I doubt on this day of morning prayer that any of them ever thought that their isolated neighborhood far from the border fences and Jerusalem's security wall would be attacked. In retaliation Israel can choose to demolish homes or beef up Jerusalem's police force or build more ghettoizing walls, but there will never be peace in Jerusalem's neighborhoods as long as one part of its population lives in such a frustrating situation that doing crazy, horrible things seems to make sense in their minds.

In my opinion the fences of Israel and the security wall of Jerusalem and the West Bank will never be of worth in this tit-for-tat, eye-for-an-eye, they hit me first stupidity. Unless there is a change in the staus quo of doing nothing to make peace work, these two intertwined peoples will never know peace. Either declare two states, put up a fence and choose to live side by side in peace or tear down all of the internal walls and establish one state where every Palestinian and Israeli is an equal citizen with the same rights of movement and access to holy sites, and the same rights to participate in governance.

Side note:


Har Nof is located on the same hill as the one time Palestinian village of Deir Yesin/ Deir Yassin (upper left) where on April 9, 1947, over 100 unarmed Palestinian villagers (women and children included) were murdered by Jewish terrorists. The cycle continues.

For more on my views please see this previous blog post: http://beitemmett.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-israelipalestinian-conflict-my-view.html

The Setting and Story of Christmas

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Luke 1:
5¶There was in the days of Herod, the king of Judæa, a certain priest named Zacharias, of the course of Abia: and his wife was of the daughters of Aaron, and her name was Elisabeth.
 And they were both righteous before God, walking in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless.
 And they had no child, because that Elisabeth was barren, and they both were now well stricken in years.
 And it came to pass, that while he executed the priest’s office before God in the order of his course,
 According to the custom of the priest’s office, his lot was to burn incense when he went into the temple of the Lord.
 10 And the whole multitude of the people were praying without at the time of incense.
 11 And there appeared unto him an angel of the Lord standing on the right side of the altar of incense.
 12 And when Zacharias saw him, he was troubled, and fear fell upon him.
 13 But the angel said unto him, Fear not, Zacharias: for thy prayer is heard; and thy wife Elisabeth shall bear thee a son, and thou shalt call his name John.
 14 And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at his birth.



 26 And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth,
 27 To a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary.










29 And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be.
 30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
 31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS.
 32 He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:
 33 And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end.
 34 Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing I know not a man?
 35 And the angel answered and said unto her, The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.
 36 And, behold, thy cousin Elisabeth, she hath also conceived a son in her old age: and this is the sixth month with her, who was called barren.
 37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
38 And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.




The center of Nazareth. The inverted cone shaped cupola church is the Basilica of the Annunciation (Roman Catholic) and is built over the site where western Christians believe Mary lived and where the angel Gabriel came to visit her. The church at the middle right with a small dome and two towers is the Greek Catholic Church which is located on the site of an ancient synagogue. The square white steeple (upper left) marks the traditional site of the home of Joseph. The village of Nazareth at the time of Jesus was probably no larger than the area circumscribed by these places.



The city of Nazareth sits in a basin in the hills of the lower Galilee.









A few years ago the Muslims of Nazareth planned to build a large mosque (rising in height to the top of the church steeple) on the site of this plaza. After much contention, the mosque was never built.



A small Muslim shrine remains and atop it is a call for Christians to convert.



The upper/main level of the church includes large mosaic representation of Mary and Jesus from many different countries.


One of my favorites is from Cameroon and depicts villagers bearing gifts for the mother and child.


Australia's contribution showing the actual annunciation.


Down below are the remnants of Crusader and Byzantine Churches that mark the spot believed to be the home of Mary and the place of the annunciation.



Behind the altar is where tradition has Mary's home being located and where the Annunciation took place



In the portico surrounding the courtyard of the church are even more mosaics. The one from the Philippines is my favorite--in part because it actually depicts the annunciation (in a very Filipino sort of way).






The Greek Orthodox Church of St. Gabriel is built over Nazareth's spring. According to Orthodox tradition, Gabriel first came to Mary while she was retrieving water.



A fresco from inside the church shows that event. The fact that there are two sites of the annunciation means the Christians of Nazareth do not contend over sacred space as happens in Jerusalem where six different sects tensely share control of  Church of the Holy Sepulcher and in Bethlehem were Armenians, Orthodox and Roman Catholics still content over control of the Church of the Nativity.



Down hill from the Orthodox Church of the Annunciation is Mary's Well. Water was eventually channeled from the Church (where you can still pull up water to drink from the spring) to this more accessible source.



A crowned bride and groom circle an altar as part of their marriage ceremony in the Orthodox Church.


Matthew 1
 18 ¶Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost.
 19 Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a publick example, was minded to put her away privily.
 20 But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son ofDavid, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost.
 21 And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins.
 22 Now all this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying,
 23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
 24 Then Joseph being raised from sleep did as the angel of the Lord had bidden him, and took unto him his wife:
25 And knew her not till she had brought forth her firstborn son: and he called his name JESUS.


39 And Mary arose in those days, and went into the hill country with haste, into a city of Juda;
 40 And entered into the house of Zacharias, and saluted Elisabeth.


Ein Kerem (lower third)--traditional home of Elisabeth, Zacharias and John


Church of the Visitation in Ein Kerem


 41 And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost:
 42 And she spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
 43 And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
 44 For, lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy.
 45 And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord.
 46 And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord,
 47 And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.
 48 For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
49 For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.
 50 And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation.
 51 He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered theproud in the imagination of their hearts.
 52 He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.
 53 He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.
 54 He hath holpen his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy;
 55 As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.
 56 And Mary abode with her about three months, and returned to her own house.
 57 Now Elisabeth’s full time came that she should be delivered; and she brought forth a son.
 58 And her neighbours and her cousins heard how the Lord had shewed great mercy upon her; and they rejoiced with her.







Luke 2
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Cæsar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.



And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judæa, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
 To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.


A group of BYU students walking the rocky hills of Samaria in 1982. This is one route the holy family could have taken to Jerusalem, but it meant going through rival Samaria.


The more likely route was via the Jordan River valley to Jericho and then up to Jerusalem through the Judean Wilderness. The three towers on the distant hill are on the crest of the Mt of Olives.



From the middle of the Judean Wilderness looking down to Jericho.


And looking up to Jerusalem. A rough route to travel, pregnant and on a donkey.




1982 view of Bethlehem to the southeast from kibbutz Ramat Rachel--southernmost Jerusalem.



View southward to Bethlehem from Shepherd's Field.


And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.


A caravanseri (caravan hotel) in Acre/Akko.


A Caravanseri in Edirne Turkey. Historically these buildings are where caravans would stop in cities. The goods they carried, plus any animals they brought were stored in the lower rooms, while the travelers slept up on the second level. Some suggest that "Inns" at the time of Jesus were similar in structure. There may have been no room for Mary and Joseph to sleep up above and so the Holy Family found lodging down below with the animals. Makes sense.



The Church of the Nativity In Bethlehem (Steeples from l to r) Roman Catholic Armenian, Greek Orthodox.




The view of Bethlehem with its many steeples and minarets from atop the Greek Orthodox Steeple.






This is the longest standing Church in the Holy Land--it being the only church not destroyed by the invadings Persians in 614. It is built in a traditional Byzantine basilica style.


Beneath this Greek Orthodox altar is a grotto where tradition has it Jesus was born.





The 16 pointed star marks the spot. Its removal by competing Catholics and Orthodox helped cause the Crimean War.



An adjacent grotto is where Jerome translated the Bible. Grottos like this beneath or behind homes were also used to stable animals.








And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.


No one knows where the shepherds were when the angels visited, so there are many options: Orthodox, Catholic and Protestant. Mormons even like to find their own fields.


Catholic Chapel at Shepherd's field


Christian-Arab-Palestinian town of Beit Sahour with the Greek Othodox Church of Shepherd's field.


From Beit Sahour looking up to Bethlehem.



Mormons love to come to this valley to the northwest of Beit Sahour to remember that first Christmas night.











The lovely valley between Jerusalem and Bethlehem has many olive trees and several watch towers.




Travelers on a LDS cruise and the BYU students gather in "Mormon Shepherd's Field" in 1982. Special guest is Elder Howard W. Hunter--seated at right.



Winter Semester 2010 BYU Jerusalem Center Students gather in March for a Christmas Program. Bethlehm is in the distance.





A few months later the summer semester students invited the Emmett family to participate in the nativity play as the sheep--including one black sheep.








Palestinian shepherd leading his flock near Gibeon (Jib) 1989.



Palestinian shepherd following his flock near Bethlehem 2010.
 


BYU students and Emmett kids learning at Neot Kedumim how to be a shepherd. It is not as easy as it looks. They learned that you can't force sheep, that they often don't like to follow and the best way is to have a few good ewes who are trained to lead the way--shepherds can then follow. 









By the time the third group gave it a try they were much better. No forcing, just gentling moving along with.



 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
 10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
 11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
 12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
 14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.




15 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
 16 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
 17 And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.
 18 And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.




 19 But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.




20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.




21 And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcisingof the child, his name was called JESUS, which was so named of the angel before he was conceived in the womb.
 22 And when the days of her purification according to the law of Moses were accomplished, they brought him to Jerusalem, to present him to the Lord;
 23 (As it is written in the law of the Lord, Every male that openeth the womb shall be called holy to the Lord;)





24 And to offer a sacrifice according to that which is said in the law of the Lord, A pair of turtledoves, or two young pigeons.



25 And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name wasSimeon; and the same man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Ghost was upon him.
 26 And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost, that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord’s Christ.
 27 And he came by the Spirit into the temple: and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him after the custom of the law,
 28 Then took he him up in his arms, and blessed God, and said,
 29 Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word:
 30 For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,
 31 Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;
 32 A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.
 33 And Joseph and his mother marvelled at those things which were spoken of him.
 34 And Simeon blessed them, and said unto Mary his mother, Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel; and for a sign which shall be spoken against;
 35 (Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.


36 And there was one Anna, a prophetess, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Aser: she was of a great age, and had lived with an husband seven years from her virginity;
 37 And she was a widow of about fourscore and four years, which departed not from the temple, but served God with fastings and prayers night and day.
 38 And she coming in that instant gave thanks likewise unto the Lord, and spake of him to all them that looked for redemption in Jerusalem.
 39 And when they had performed all things according to the law of the Lord, they returned into Galilee, to their own city Nazareth.



 Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judæa in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,
 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.



Camel riding in Egypt.



First time on a camel is fun. To get up from its kneeling position it rocks up by first standing on its back legs (which throws you forward so hold on tight and scream) and then on its front legs.







Atop a camel selfie.





Camel caravan in Morocco. I am the one on the second camel waving my hand while I take the photo of our shadow.



When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him.
 And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he demanded of them where Christ should be born.
 And they said unto him, In Bethlehem of Judæa: for thus it is written by the prophet,
 And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.


When the wise men visited Herod they may have stopped at his three-towered palace on the western edge of Jerusalem





Or they may have stopped at his palace--the green area in the distance--in Jericho.



Or at his hill top palace called the Herodian to the east of Bethlehem. I like the idea of this site because it overlooks the area where the shepherds may have been. Such irony that the mighty king missed the announcement.



The hill top palace.


The view from the top of the Herodian westward towards Bethlehem on the far hill.




Enterprising merchants in Bethlehem now sell these olive wood nativities where a wall keeps the wise men from visiting the Holy Family.



It is very unlikely that the visit of the wisemen would have been to the same place the shepherd's visited. Still the Church of the Nativity is of interest to the wisemen part of the story. Apparently the story is told that the Byzantine Church included a mosaic on the triangular shaped portion above the short entry just below the cross that depicted the wisemen as Persians. When the Persains rampaged through the Byzantine controlled Holy Land they destroyed all of the churches on their way. Until they rode in to Bethlehem. There, the story goes, they looked up and saw their fellow countrymen--the magi. They could not bear to destroy them so they let the church stand.


 Then Herod, when he had privily called the wise men, inquired of them diligently what time the star appeared.
 And he sent them to Bethlehem, and said, Go and search diligently for the young child; and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also.
 When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.
 10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.



 11 ¶And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.
 12 And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way.


Frankincense resin oozing from a tree in Oman.







13 And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.


14 When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt:
 15 And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.






16 ¶Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
 17 Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremy the prophet, saying,
 18 In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.




 1¶But when Herod was dead, behold, an angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to Joseph in Egypt,
20 Saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and go into the land of Israel: for they are dead which sought the young child’s life.
 21 And he arose, and took the young child and his mother, and came into the land of Israel.
 22 But when he heard that Archelaus did reign in Judæa in theroom of his father Herod, he was afraid to go thither: notwithstanding, being warned of God in a dream, he turned aside into the parts of Galilee:





40 And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled with wisdom: and the grace of God was upon him.


52 And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.








 



While there is no contention over the site of the annunciation in Nazareth, there is a small kerfuffle over where the Holy Family lived once they returned from Egypt. The traditional site is the Church of St. Joseph (square white tower left center). It has Roman era graineries and other ruins beneath it so it could be the place. On the other side of the old part of town is the Sister of Nazareth convent--also with a squat square tower (lower center right). The sisters have uncovered beneath their convent Roman era ruin including a nice rolling stone tomb and a one time spring--which early pilgrims mentioned as being associated with the house of Joseph. The sisters (from one Roman Catholic Order) are reticent to challenge the claim of the Franciscans--also Catholics so they quietly make their case with great conviction.





The courtyard of the Sisters of Nazareth Convent--it also has a nice hospice.





The wonderful illustration used in this post come from the above book. It was first published in 1931 after the Petershams had travelled to the Holy Land for inspiration. I really enjoy their detail of holy land landscapes, garb, vegetation and architecture. All of the other photos in this blog are mine from my many trips to the Middle East.





Shadow Puppet Nativity

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One unique Indonesia art form is the shadow puppet play. Intricate puppets cut out of leather are danced around behind a white screen reenacting scenes from Hindu epic tales like the Ramayana. I witnessed one such performance in 1977 when my companion and I traveled to a remote village in East Java to offer a priesthood blessing to the ailing mother of one of our Surabaya branch members. While there we got to see a wayang kulit (puppet of skin) performance as part of the entertainment for a Muslim wedding. The dalang (puppeteer) (middle right behind the white pole in the photo bellow) dances the puppets across the screen while singing the story from the Ramayana. His backup band is a gamalen of xylophones and gongs. These performances can go on for hours.



Last night at the Tueller Christmas eve gathering at the home of Marie's sister Diane and her husband Lant's we performed our own version of a puppet play. Diane and Lant lived in Indonesia for two years about 10 years ago. Marie's oldest sister Jan and her husband Win lived in Jakarta for 13 years. That plus my mission service and our honeymoon there meant that many of the participants in the nativity were very familiar with shadow puppets. Director Diane divided us in to seven groups of 2-3 people and then gave us each a scene from the nativity to perform. We had to come up with the actions, costumes and props. We could use our bodies as human shadow puppets or we could use cutouts of construction paper. It turned out to be a delightful performance.


Here are many of the participants--singing and playing in a pipe choir/band.


The annunciation (haloed Gabriel on the right)


Expectant Mary (aunt Diane)


Annunciation to Joseph (played by Sarah) by Gabriel (played by Marie) that Joseph should marry Mary. Joseph agrees and gives two thumbs up.


The holy family (with rocking horse as a donkey) visits three different inns searching for a place to stay.



The birth of Jesus.


Mary, Jesus and Joseph.


An angel (center) visits the shepherds.


The angel (grandma Tueller) exits stage right while the shepherds agree to go and visit baby Jesus.


Will as all three wisemen follows the star (Joel).


and comes and worships the baby.


Mary (Aunt Jan dancing in excellent Indonesian dancing form) ponders in her heart what has happened: the annunciation;


Marriage to Joseph;


The birth of Jesus.



The visit of the Shepherds.

December Doings

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An abnormally warm and dry first few weeks of December allowed me to finish up winterizing and spring prepping our yard. Since we will not be here in the early spring to prune trees I pruned all of the grapes and fruit trees early. Thanks to neighbor Jerry who shared his truck bed to haul away the clippings--which I usually would burn in our spring bonfire.



It was not great timing (is it ever) when our water heater of 17 years went kaput. While waiting for a new one to be installed I enjoyed watching a one legged magpie harvest some of our remaining walnuts.The walnuts we gathered, husked and shelled were made into orange candied walnuts that we shared as Christmas gifts. Pretty tasty.



As a family we made our first ever visit to the Festival of the Trees. It is an amazing affair. Families, groups and organizations donate fancy decorated Christmas trees with additional trimmings and gifts. These trees (hundreds of them) are then sold (for hundreds or thousands of dollars) with all proceeds going to Primary Children's Hospital--where Sarah had her surgery last year. A very worthy endeavor.



Many of the trees are donated in memory of or gratitude for patients who have been treated at Primary Children's.  For these trees you can read touching stories about the patients.


A LDS Young Women's group donated this themed tree.



Afterwards we drove to a city park in Sandy where a globe willow tree has been decked out with thousands of white lights. Locals have dubbed it the "Tree of Life." Pretty amazing. The Draper LDS Temple can be seen in the distance.




Next day Will celebrated his tenth birthday with some friends. They played football in the park, ate pizza and then watched a movie.


The next Saturday the kids played Christmas songs at a recital with other piano students of Sue Smith--who is a great piano teacher. That night we had a more than delicious Arab meal of falafel and fixings--including home made pita at the home of Ehab and Kim Abunuwara. I hope his dream to open an Arab restaurant in Orem next year happens.







The next day was a busy Sunday. We started out by attending the annual Mormon Tabernacle Christmas Concert with the Sesame Street Muppets and Santino Fontana. Thanks to family members on both sides who signed up for tickets so we could go. It was a lot of fun. Even skeptical Marie enjoyed it. We found out a few days later that Sarah was in the midst of the flu that day, which explains her troubled look. We got back to Springville just in time to attend our 1:00 meetings. I taught my gospel doctrine lesson on Daniel chapter 2.


We skipped out on the last hour of church so we could get to my sister Mary's home in Mapleton for the annual Emmett family Christmas party. It was a wonderful gathering--thanks Mary and Jim. No we are not praying in this photo, even though everyone seems to like standing with their arms folded.


Will is the youngest grandchild, but there is a growing string of great grandchildren right behind him.



Nativity cast, waiting "back stage."


Stone arch ways and authentic clothing from the Holy Land made for a very realistic nativity reenactment. Clark on the far left played the roll of Samuel the Lamanite. When he was pelted with "rocks" and 'arrows" while standing on the stairs (wall) prophesying of the birth of Christ, his adoring son Henry (in red kaffeyah holding his beloved stuffed donkey and who played the roll of shepherd) burst into tears fearing that his dad was going to get hurt by the tin foil rocks and plastic straw arrows.


Proud parents, great parents and great-grandmother. Mom (grandma Emmett) usually would play the piano for the community singing, but she willing passed on the roll to her son-in-law Jim.


 "Oh there's now place like home for the Holidays" and other songs.


Great grandsons singing.



Somebody dozed off during the singing.


Grandma Emmett gave everyone their ski boot stocking that have always hung on the mantle of the Emmett Twin Pine home in Logan. She also gave each of the six children's families a Bongo Board. One family (by drawing) got the original that was a Christmas gift to the six Emmett children years ago. The other five families got an e-bay bought bongo board. Bob discovered that the original boards are better made than the current new ones for sale, so he was able to round up five of the classics--at  price--on ebay.



Our Bongo Board has seen a lot of use the past two weeks.


The next Saturday was busy with an early morning indoor soccer game for Joel, the ward Christmas Breakfast--in which Sarah and the fellow Laurels sang, and an indoor soccer game for Will. On the Sunday before Christmas Sarah and her dad sang in the ward choir--six wonderful carols. Sarah sang a tender and sweet solo in the first verse of the new to me song "Jesus Lord at They Birth." Afterwards, I was in charge of a Christmas sharing time in both Jr. and Sr. primary. I showed Christmas photos of Nazareth, Bethlehem, Shepherds, camels (including how to ride a camel with a child on my back as I rock upward, back legs first) etc, Marie and Sarah then helped distribute a sampler plate of things Jesus might have eaten to each child and teacher complete with 1/4 pita, a green olive (most of the kids surprisingly liked them) and a date--all from Trader Joes, plus some of Marie's delicious homemade hummus for dipping.



The final days before Christmas included end of semester duties for me at work--with occasional nice views out my 6th floor window. It also included the kids finishing up their second term and withdrawing from school. Sarah in particular worked very hard this semester competing the second half of her US History and English classes on-line, while taking the first half in regular school. Marie has gathered lots of schooling supplies so that she can coordinate and monitor the kids' shipboard required home(ship)--schooling.



On the 23rd Joel had 8:30 am and 5:00 pm soccer games. He scored around 19 goals this in-door season. Will probably scored a similar amount in his games. Joel started and completed his Christmas shopping at 4:00 pm on the 24th at Walgreens.


On Christmas Eve we gathered with part of the Tueller clan (and our neighbors the Hodsons) at the home of Diane and Lant Pritchett (thanks for a delightful evening). Diane (at her grand piano) orchestrated a pipe choir and then a shadow play of the nativity.



The angel Gabriel (Maire) announces to Joseph (Sarah) that he should marry Mary. Joseph then gives a double thumbs up in approval.


Will (as the three wise men) follows the star (Joel).


Mary (aunt Jan) does an Indonesian dance as she ponders everything (hoisted by Chad) that has happened, including an angelic visitation. (you can see more photos of the Indonesian inspired shadow play on the previous blog post)


Marie's nine siblings surprised our family with some much appreciated technology gifts that will help everyone be entertained and educated while sailing for four months on a ship.


"Each of the kids got what?"


"For me?"


Her siblings (and their spouses) will appreciate Marie's looks of surprise. In gratitude for their kindness Marie is now officially the last of the crew to sign up for Facebook. Now they can communicate and share photos directly with her instead of going through me.



Before going to bed on Christmas Eve I gave each of the kids a gift. When they were young I kept a sporadic journal for each of them. I finally added a few photos and printed them out. Sarah's is by far the longest, but they all include fun stories that kept Joel and Sarah up late happily reading about their early years.



Will, in his last gasp of belief, left this note and a glass of milk and cookie for Santa. He plans to use his signature smiley face as part of his autograph signing when he is a famous soccer player.


Waiting to go see what Santa brought.


For the past few months,Will has been trying very hard (with just enough success) to be cooperative and obedient so that Santa would bring him a much desired i-pod. Santa hid the i-pod deep in Will's stocking which caused a few moments of additional anticipation and concern that his good behavior had paid off.






Happy for the one day in which their technology time is not time managed (Eventually they did go outside to shovel snow and play).


The kids' gift (orchestrated by Sarah) to their mom was a framed photo of them with many things that illustrate what their mom has taught them over the years. Very nice.



I got an artistic arrangement (thanks Sarah) of the "treasures" the kids and I excavated lasted summer in a Vermont stream. A nice memento of a very happy memory.


Many of the Santa and parent gifts focused on our up coming Semester at Sea: freeze dried fruits, nuts and granola bars for snacking when the cafeteria is closed.


On-board games for limited spaces.


Gear for snorkeling in Hawaii and Mauritius.



They also got a pile of movies and books that tie in to the countries we will visit. (Joel got the Bond movie because most of it is filmed in Japan!)



They will augment my pile of guide books to make it an adventure of fun and learning.



Sarah's creative muse of making gifts included this comic of her mom's seven sisters who she calls her fairy-god aunts--they will each get their own copy.



Our new nativity for this year was a gift to Marie from her long time friends Sue and Howard Bybee who brought it to her from their mission in the DR Congo. We put out limited decorations this year (only six nativities) in anticipation of having to be packed up and ready to leave on January 2nd.



Home made socks: Marie's below and new this year the ski boot socks made by Grandma and Grandpa Emmett over the years.



I grew up with an advent calander just like this that my mom and dad made. Years ago they gave me a replica (with dad's famous balloon writing). The first thing Will does on each day in December is pin up an ornament. Next year he can pin them down to count the days.



It finally snowed--a white Christmas. We all took breaks from our presents to do some bird watching. in our bird haven back yard. They love all of the trees,bushes, fruits, seeds and nuts.



Quails on parade.



A robin eating flowering pear fruit.



Resting in the walnut tree.


After present opening, a traditional breakfast of abelskivers and sliced oranges with powdered sugar, playing and shoveling, we went to visit Grandma Emmett and the Lundbergs in Mapelton. That evening we watched It's a Wonderful Life and then we lit our last advent candle, read the Christmas story and sang some carols. A very memorable Christmas.

Semester at Sea: Bon Voyage

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A few years ago the geography department at BYU scheduled a "sabbatical" for me for one semester during the 2014-1015 year. I started to inquire about the possibilities of going back to the BYU Jerusalem Center, but for reasons unknown to me that unfortunately never worked out.  A practical use of my time would have been using a semester off from teaching to finish writing my book on the history of the Mormon Church in Indonesia, but after a rather unpleasant year at BYU (caused mostly by my having to serve on the college rank and status committee) I decided my mental health needed a diversion. During this academic crisis, Marie's brother Jim was accepted to teach history on the University of Virginia's Semester at Sea. I had never heard of this program, but when I looked in to it, it sounded like a perfect thing for me and for my family.

To learn more about Semester at Sea and our specific voyage go to this link:
http://www.semesteratsea.org/voyages/spring-2015/

In spring 2013 I filled out the lengthy application to be a faculty member for the Spring 2015 voyage. Finally on the day after Thanksgiving I had a phone interview with the academic dean for the voyage. Helpful to my case was the fact that I had been to several of the countries on the itinerary (Hong Kong, Vietnam, Singapore, India, and Morocco) that I taught classes (geography of SE Asia, geography of the Middle East, World Geography) and topics (political geography) related to the countries we were to visit, and that I had been a faculty member on a study abroad program (three semesters in Jerusalem). In January of 2014 I was formally offered a position to be a faculty member for the spring 2015 voyage. Interestingly, during this same time period I was short listed for a job at the Singapore Management University. When presented with two options: move to Singapore or sail around the world for four months, Marie and the kids unanimously chose Semester at Sea. I was AOK with that too.

It has been quite a preparation process. Over the past year I have submitted syllabi (World Geography and Political Geography) to the University of Virginia for approval, I have worked with two other faculty to develop a team-taught course on Global Cities. I have figured out on-shore day long field labs for my two geography courses.We have applied for new passports and extra passport pages for me, applied for complicated visas from India and China, updated our vaccinations, winterized and springized our yard, cleaned and prepped our house for house sitters, gathered and bought all the necessary supplies, gathered home-study supplies and materials for the kids, gathered trip specific books and videos to read and watch along the way, planned a post voyage driving tour of Britain and Ireland (which includes tickets to the Manchester United game), and said good by to friends and family.


Between packing on New Year's Day we visited my mom (now entering her second year of a slow decline from lung and kidney cancer) and sister Mary and family and then Marie's parents and six of her nine siblings for a fun and delicious gathering.

We put away our limited (we only put out 7 of our 60 nativities) Christmas decorations the day after Christmas and then spent most all of our remaining days getting ready. We planned to depart on January 2nd right after Sarah's 9:00 am appointment at the DMV to get her driver's license. As is to be expected not everything went as planned. First, Marie dropped me off at 8:00 at the Hertz satellite desk at the Provo Marriott to pick up a Suburban (big enough to hold us and our 15 bags and three boxes) reserved months in advance via Orbitz for our drive to the port of San Diego. I called Hertz a few weeks ago to find out where I was to pick up the car (Orbitz didn't say where). I thought they looked up my order at that point, but apparently not. When I got to the Hertz desk I was told that Orbitz had only forwarded my reservation a few days earlier and by that point there were no suburbans available. My only option was a just returned Dodge Grand Caravan--that was covered in road salt and was littered with crumbs. I had no choice but to take it.




Poor Will was stuck in the back where 2/3rds of the seat was folded down to make way for all of our bags. Luckily it all fit.

Sarah and I then hurried out to the DMV in Orem only to find out that when she applied for her learners' permit that a negligent clerk had failed to make a copy of Sarah's Social Security card. We returned home to get it and then Marie took Sarah back to Orem to finally get her license. At long last we were ready to leave at 11:15. It was smooth sailing to Vegas, but then holiday traffic brought us to a near stand still between Vegas and Prim. A car fire then slowed traffic outside of Baker. It has been a few years since I have driven 1-15 to So California. I was amazed at the amount of traffic. I found it curious that there are still only two lanes of traffic each way between Vegas and Barstow. Also amazing was the amount of drivers who chose to always drive in the left lane which forced many drivers to pass on the right and the far right slow truck lane. Aarrgh! Twelve hours later we tiredly arrived at Marie's sister's house in Irvine. 

Next day, we headed to Disneyland where we used our Disney Credit Card reward points to pay entirely for a fun, brisk day. We have never been to Disneyland during the holidays so it was fun to see all of the decorations and the holiday themed attractions. 





It's a Small World was one of the main Christmas themed attractions. Even the song was changed to a Jingle Bells--Deck the Halls--Its a Small World mash up. Very catchy.







Interestingly there was no English language wishing of Merry Christmas (sad it has come to this), but the Dutch, Spanish and Hawaiian versions of Merry Christmas were displayed (perhaps others but I didn't see them). Music piped throughout the park also included occasional religious Christmas song--quite a contrast from the Nightmare before Christmas themed Haunted Mansion.










These travel/adventuresome themes from Mr. Toad's Wild Ride seemed appropriate for the begining of our around the world adventure.




The Jungle Cruise was decorated as if a cargo plane had crashed scattering its shipment of Christmas decorations for the enjoyment of the animals.



Floating fruit cakes for the hippos to enjoy ("I don't know about you, but all of these fruit cake puns are getting rather stale")


Piranha eaten presents



Delicious lunch at the Orleans Cafe. It is so nice to visit Disneyland and not have to worry about finding chicken nuggets and french fries for our kids to eat.


Joel and Will enjoyed Monte Cristo sandwiches and a bowl of gumbo. We all loved the Mickey shaped beignets
.


I didn't get sick on the tea cups, but the rocking on Star Tours made me a little queezy. None of us have ever been on a cruise so it wil be interesting to see if sea sickness will be a problem.














We ended the happy day with a first time visit for all of us to Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln (Sarah's choice) and then watching the amazing fireworks display which ended with falling disneyesque snow.

Sunday we went to sacrament meeting at 9:00 with Aunt Martha. Her ward meets in the chapel next to the Newport Beach Temple--very nice with its unique mission (as in Catholic missions) style architecture. We then took a tour of the amazing art work (donated by affluent ward members)  hung throughout the halls of the chapel. One photo was of early saints embarking at the wharves of Liverpool--a place we plan to visit at the end of our voyage. Delicious fish tacos for lunch and then we rescued the ox in the mire by shopping for things we accidentally left at home or have now realized we needed. Uncle Jeff taught the boys and me a fun German lawn game--Kubb. That evening while beginning this blog (and while Aunt Martha introduced the rest of the family to Storage Wars) I attempted to upload some photos from my i-phone. In doing so I some how deleted all of my photos and contacts and interlinked mine and Sarah's i-phones. It was a technological disaster. I spent a few hours trying, with the help of Jeff and then with an Apple on-line chat agent, with no success to rescue the lost data and to make it all good again. I went to bed with a sick feeling, worried about how we were going to manage all of our devices on the journey.

This morning we packed up and headed south to San Diego. First stop was a mall with an Apple store. There we spent 90 minutes with a very nice and helpful specialist who unlinked all of our devices, got everyone set up with there own apple accounts, linked them all together in a family sharing plan and reestablished i-phone access to my e-mail. al-hamdulilah! There was lots of typing of passwords and opening of new accounts. We finished up at 12:30. We were to board the MV Explorer between noon and 1:30. By the time we unloaded our 18 bags and three boxes, returned the rental car to the airport, hauled everything through a a long boarding hall with Airport like security checks, we barely had time to eat a quick sandwich and then hurry to 2:00 orientation. Internet access is limited and slow. There are on-board communication and e-mail systems to learn and link. New ways of connecting with students. Paperless ways to teach. It all seems a bit overwhelming, but I think we will get it figured out. We then enjoyed dinner followed by a faculty and families reception. There are 22 other children on board. Sarah is the oldest. Afterwards we walked down to Seaport Village for some Ben and Jerry's ice cream to celebrate Marie's birthday. I'm not sure the hustle and worries of the day were much of a way to spend a birthday.


The MV explorer taken from  my shuttle from the airport.



The parent room

We are now all safely settled in our three cabins. Sarah is sharing a cabin with a nice girl from Logan Utah! She attends Logan High and knows of my brother Bill--the English teacher. Her mother (from New Zealand) is the drama teacher on board and Sarah is scheduled to audit her world performance class. The father told me that he served with my dad on the Capital Arts Alliance in Logan. Their cabin is right next to ours. It's a small world. We look forward to meeting many other nice and interesting people.

Planning, preparing and anticipating for this adventure has been a long process. I think it will be a grand adventure.



San Diego to Ensenada

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After a full day of orientation for Chad and city shopping, downloading (movies for Will)  and exploring (Sarah and Joel took a tour of the USS Midway aircraft carrier), we finally set sail at 23:00. Many of the faculty families gathered on the various decks to watch as we sailed out of San Diego Bay. To bed by midnight and then up at 7:30 for breakfast meant that Sarah and Will both ended up falling asleep for an hour on their parents' bed, while waiting for Dad's last orientation meeting. We then all walked into Ensenada where we ate a delicious lunch of beef and fish tacos washed down with refreshing fresh lime and fresh orange juice. The 625 students are all embarking today--having been bused down in shifts this morning from San Diego--apparently foreign registered cruise ships can't sail from one US port to another so our ship had to come to Ensenada before our one day Hawaii stop.  Back at the boat waiting to embark again I noticed a wifif shop. So I have now been able to send two blogs. Next one may come from Hawaii or Tokyo.

 USS midway with string of lights--left center





 Ensenada, Mexico







Between Ensenada and Hilo

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Sunday January 11, 2015

Today was our fourth day at sea with the students. Looking back on it now, it all seems like a blur. We sailed from Ensenada on Wednesday evening. Thursday was a day of orientation for the students. Friday I taught my first classes. From 8:00-9:15 I teach world geography to 30 students, then from 10:50 to 12:05 I teach political geography to 16 students. The classroom for these two classes is a side extension to the garden cafeteria. Its tables and cushioned chairs are used for dining during the three meal times and then in between it becomes a classroom. There is a sliding door that can be closed to mostly shut out the din of late breakfast and early lunch diners. The first day, the sliding door kept sliding back and forth with the rough swells. I eventually figured out how to lock it shut, which means late students have to knock to get in. So far I have been impressed with the punctuality of the students. Almost all are on time for the 8:00 start.

That night for the first explorer seminar (a nightly lecture series at 20:00) I joined with our academic dean and the astronomy professor to talk about "where we are" which including learning about early methods of navigation using the stars, current lack of geographic awareness using a national geographic survey (my part), and then the dean taking about how maps are used for better and for worse and do not always tell the truth (I give a very similar lecture in my political geography class). To introduce geographic unawareness, I told the story of when I was living in Indonesia as a Mormon missionary, people would ask where I was from. I would say the state of Utah. They would give me a blank stare. I would say the Rocky Mountains, still nothing. Then I finally learned that if I said Utah was between Chicago (up poops a photo of gangsters on my powerpoint) and California (up pops the Hollywood sign and then in between pops the SLC skyline) they sort of understood where I was from. I then explained that when I returned to Utah, people would ask me where Indonesia was. I would say it was the archipelago between Indochina (up ops a map) and Australia (up pops a map) and then a map of Indonesia in between. I explained that even then most people could not envision any islands there.I have since heard that people enjoyed my humor including making fun of the fact that more Mexicans in the survey could find the United States on a map than could Americans.

My third class on Global Cities is held on B teaching days in the afternoon in the Union--which when this was a normal cruise liner was the place for the evening entertainment. It holds a few hundred people and has cushioned seats and small tables. I team teach this course with two other faculty from the middle of the circular dance floor. This is the largest class with 70 students.

While I am teaching and prepping, Marie and the kids spent from 9-11:30 in the main dinning room with the two dozen other faculty children doing their "home schooling." Marie's main task is to keep Will on task. Sarah also is auditing a World Performance class taught by Adrienne Moore, a theater professor from USU who along with her husband served with dad on the Capital Arts Alliance . Sarah and Joel also are sitting in on a class on world mythology. In the afternoon all of the kids have organized activities--so far it has included charades, origami (the boys made an army of origami frogs), and basketball and soccer in the netted court on the seventh deck.

Today, Sunday, was the second A-day of teaching. I taught from 8-12, then had a training meeting on the on-line grading program from 12-1, then worked on setting up the program--more technological challenges for me and doing the readings for tomorrow's global cities class. At 5:15 we met in classroom 8 for a short sacrament meeting. The only other known Mormon on board is Emily from Colorado who is a Jr. at the University of Alabama where she is studying physics. She contacted me a few weeks before departure because she had seen I was a BYU professor and thought I might know about any type of Mormon gatherings. One of the six residents assistants (they over see the student life aspects of the boat) who is assigned to overseen religious needs on the boat joined with us. Sarah picked the hymns (we used the LDS app on our i-devises)--with a very applicable "Jesus Savior Pilot me" for the opening hymn, I blessed the sacrament and Joel passed, Marie gave a short lesson/talk about the meaning of the sacrament and Will gave the closing prayer. It was short and sweet so we could eat dinner before my 18:00-21:00 series of faculty meeting, more training and the third explorer seminar. The kids were busy most of the day with their required schooling

It wasn't much of a Sabbath but we did our best to honor it. One of the dinning room waiters is a Filipino named Joel. We were told to look for him by Marie's brother Jim who did the exact same voyage last year. Yesterday waiter Joel mentioned to Sarah: "Tomorrow is Sunday you will dress differently? Correct?" He then told Sarah that the Jim Tuellers would always dressed differently on Sunday. With such an example and such pressure, we decided we would all wear are go-to-church clothes to church and then to dinner. Will, who usually would not be happy about having to wear his Sunday clothes any extra amount of time, readily complied with our plan. It helped to have outside pressure to do so.


Hawaii

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We pulled in to the Hilo harbor as the sun rose on Wednesday January 14th. Us five and most of the students were up early to watch it all happen. We were even able to see quite a few whales scratch the surface and wave a few tails. Marie’s comment after the spectacular sun rise and whale watching was that it had been a delightful cruise and she was ready to go home. 

For me, half of the fun of travel is the planning and anticipation. In December I realized that we would have two stops with good snorkeling so snorkels and masks for the kids were added to their Christmas lists. I got a new prescription mask for me because I was tired of putting my glasses (with the temple pieces removed) inside of a regular mask. I then started hunting for good first time snorkel spots on the big island. I came up with a few on the Kona side, only to realize on the “pre-port” meeting the night before arrival in Hilo that immigration (the officers come on the boat) and disembarking would take several hours and the line to get back on the boat lasted 30-60 minutes so our time ashore was a few hours less than I had originally thought. That night I changed plans from driving over to the Kona side for snorkeling to just sticking around Hilo. It was a good decision. 

The Kilauea caldera with steam (more than usual) rising from the molten lava filled Halema'uma'u crater. The large shield volcano Muana Loa in the distance is largest volcano in the world with most of its mass underwater. 

We picked up a rental car at the nearby airport and drove up to Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park. What an amazing place. We did not see any of the current lava flows, but we did see lots of steam coming out of the Kilauea caldera. Also cool to see the snowcapped summits of Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea in the distance. As a teen one of my favorite t-shirts said “Ski Hawaii”. Some day I’d like to try that. We did a short hike through a lava tube and surrounding rain forests.

We then drove back to Hilo where Marie and Joel picked up some more supplies at Walmart—second pillow cases (so we can rotate them in the laundry) to go on our from-home pillows, hand towels, more notebooks, a few more snacks, and play dough for an afternoon school project Marie is planning. Sarah, Will and I went to the nearby mall to try and download a few last things on the Kindles and my i-phone. I thought I had downloaded quite a few of the Life of Jesus vignettes from the LDS site, but none of them can be opened. I tried again in Hilo with no luck, but Sarah was able to put a few on her Kindle. We hope to show them occasional for our Sunday services.


Next stop was Richardson Beach on the outskirts of Hilo. There were grey skies and the initial entry to the water was chilly, but once in, Joel, Will and I had a delightful, but all too short time seeing an amazing array of tropical fish. We all tried out our gear at the Springville Municipal Pool a few days after Christmas. The protected bay was perfect for a first try in the open ocean waters and the boys did very well.

I then dropped Marie and the kids off at the port at about 16:20. Marie’s Tueller-on-time inclinations had her worried about missing the 19:00 deadline to board. I had fewer worries so as she got out of the car I told her I was going to swing by the Hilo waterfront for a quick-see and then return the car. Marie replied: "I figured that was your plan." Even with a 30-minute wait in line (I had a good visit with five students from various places all over China) to embark, I was back on the ship by 18:20. Time to spare.

My short quest was to see where the old center of Hilo once existed before destructive tsunamis (April 1, 1946 and May 23, 1961) wiped out the shore lined old town. Instead of rebuilding in the 1960s, the city opted to create a large park with beautiful banyan and other trees. I also drove down Banyan Drive and by a lovely Japanese garden. Two friendly native Hawaiians fishing on the shore happily directed me to the clock tower which stopped permanently at 1:04 am on May 23, 1961 when the tsunami (caused by an earthquake off the coast of Chile) struck. The city decide to leave it frozen in time as a reminder of the devastation. 

We sailed over night to Honolulu Harbor where from 12:00-16:00 a barge sidled up to our docked ship to pump enough fuel into it to carry us to Japan.  No one was allowed to disembark so it was school as usual. Marie and the kids came to my 13:00 Global cities class to hear me lecture and lead a discussion about why cities are located where they are and what factors help them to grow. I used yesterday’s slides from Hilo (plus many of my other slides) to illustrate my points. 

During lunch time, Marie’s bother Jim and his daughters Grace and Olivia drove down from Laie to see us. They had hoped we would be docked where they docked last year when he was teaching on SAS and it was possible to yell from boat to shore. This time they were over 200 yards away in a park. We could barely see each other. We used our two cells phones. Marie talked to Jim and Sarah with Grace. It was nice the last two days for us to phone home to parents. One of the perks of the US forced annexation of Hawaii is that our phone coverage works in the middle of the Pacific. Tonight it's off to Japan—10 days at sea and one lost day when we cross the international date line.

Learning at Sea

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For the kids, learning takes place between 9:00 and 11:15 in the main dining hall. There the two dozen kids on board gather with a parent/care-giver (it is required by SAS that all children had an adult on board whose prime responsibility is to be with the child/children all day long in and out of school) to do their home-study school work. Sarah completed a full year of her English and US history classes in class and on-line last fall semester. That means her schooling is less demanding, Her main endeavors now are doing home-study seminary, ACT prep, and reading classic novels--she just finished Anna Karenina. She also is earning high school credit by auditing the world performance class on board. This class looks at the performing/theater traditions in each of the countries we visit. It is taught by professor Adrienne Moore from USU. Sarah and the boys will also do a lot of world history and culture learning in the countries we visit.


The boys have more traditional studies. Before coming Marie worked with their teachers to gather books, workbooks, and files to help the boys with math, reading, spelling, social studies etc. It can be challenging to make it interesting and to keep the boys on task--particularly Will. But learning is happening. Joel and Sarah have also sat in on several sessions of anthropology and mythology classes. In addition to these more formal lessons the kids have attended one of my classes on global cities and they have attended night time lectures on volcanology in the Pacific Rim, ocean pollution, and climate change. Each afternoon the faculty kids meet from 1:30-4:00 for group activities which the parents and some of the SAS students help organize. Today they learned how to do yoga. Other days they have created and drawn an imaginary island, made play dough animals of the countries we will visit (Marie's activity), played soccer, learned a Hawaiian song (Marie again), and learned kick-boxing. The TVs in our rooms play documentaries and moves related to where we are going (no 10:00 news for me to watch). The past two days we have all watched The Last Samurai and To Live which highlight critical moments of regime and cultural change in Japan and China.


My part in all of this is facilitating the learning of a small part of the 600 students on board. These are the 17 students in my Political Geography course. So far I am really enjoying teaching such a diverse groups of students. I have students in my classes from all over the US and from countries like Yemen, Bosnia, Brazil, China, Jamaica and Mexico. It was fun in this class on the day after our Hawaii visit to have a discussion about territoriality and nationality based on what we saw and learned from our day doing our own thing on the big island. One of the students met an ardent Hawaiian nationalist in a field trip/lab required for one of her other classes, other were informed that certain beaches and waves are for Hawaiians only.

The Big Pacific

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This is the first time I have ever sailed the seas. The farthest I have ever sailed before have been on ferries in channels and bays from the Netherlands to England (with my high school orchestra) and from Java to Bali and Manhattan to Staten Island. The second day out of Ensenada we experienced our first rolling seas. We have a few more encounters since then particularly the past few nights. We have tried motion sickness medication on and off but have not liked the drowsiness it causes. Luckily we all seem to have our sea legs and are managing the motion. The highest swells reported so far have been 4-5 meters. That means I have to grab on to the podium some times when I am teaching to keep from falling over. It also means, depending on our bed placement and the roll of the waves, that some of us roll from side to side while we sleep (usually Marie and me) while others side from top to bottom in their beds (the kids). It is always a surprise to see how smooth, choppy or rolling the waters are.


A large container ship at sunrise

Big swells are out there


Last Sunday night we went to bed and woke up to Tuesday morning. A few people on board missed their January 19th birthdays. Crossing the International Date Line and skipping a day has been a hard concept for the kids to figure out. It is also a hard concept to explain. Every few days there is a general announcement ("good evening, may I have your attention please") telling us told to move our clocks back an hour before going to bed (which means we will eventually gain back our lost day one hour at a time). It is fall backwards again and again. The worst have been these last few days before Japan where for three straight nights we fall back. Marie is having the hardest time adjusting. Her internal clock goes off every morning at six, but before she can adjust we have had another time change which means she is often up by 4:00. Sometimes she goes back to sleep sometimes she doesn’t. 


Our normal route to Japan was altered after Hawaii. A large storm compelled the captain to head due west out of Hawaii for a few days before finally turning northward. The more normal northwest direct route would have taken us through the storm. As it is we have skirted the edge of the storm with some pretty beg swells, some occasional rain, and rough enough seas to now have our cabin window coated in dried salt.
 
The edge of the storm


Arrival in Kobe

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Wednesday we spent the day slowly sailing from Yokohama to Kobe. There were strong cold winds from the northwest all day.  Most of the passengers opted to travel overland--that meant no classes to teach. In the afternoon the faculty kids on board joined the Emmetts in one of the classrooms to watch Empire of the Sun. Notice the snow capped mountains of central Honshu in the distance.



From 6:45-8:00 from the cold and windy top fore deck I watched as we sailed in to Osaka Bay. Sorry about the photo dump (there are plenty more not dumped) but it was all so beautiful and so representative of Japan, besides the rising sun there were tons of ships, ports, industry, mountains, limited coastline and plains, plus the awareness of the 1995 Kobe earthquake.



The eastern end of the bay and Osaka.



 Kobe


Osaka


The bay is all part of Japan's Inland Sea--a great shipping corridor.




 My favorite








Bridge connecting Kobe with a large land-filled island of industry, ports, housing and the airport.





The talented Kobe City's Fire Band greeted us with Sousa's Washington Post March followed by a few more rousing marches and then ending with Let if Go and It's a Small World.



Kyoto

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