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 Story involving an extended family member Fishing Buddy I’m not exactly sure of the year, but Ryanne and I would go to spend some time with Gramma and Grampa in the summer in Reardan, WA.  Uncle Ed was living there still. He had a boat and Grampa and Uncle Ed were going to go fishing at a nearby lake. I wanted to go along, so they relented and allowed me to accompany them on their fishing trip. Gramma packed us a lunch and we headed out to go catch some fish.  We were out on the lake for a long time and we didn’t catch a thing.  Finally the guys decided to pack it up and head home.  When we arrived back at the house, Grampa announced that I was bad luck and I was not going fishing with them again. He was true to his word, I never did go fishing with him again. Cousins I think it was the summer of 1988, because I don’t remember going to stay with Colleen before she got married. Anyway, she decided that we were going to go meet some cousins that lived in West Bountiful, the Storer

Detours Along the Way   Life is a funny thing, don’t you think?  I have been thinking on this topic of road trip and had a few starts and stops along the way.  But i think I finally settled on one. I got home from my mission at the end of October and right away started attending the singles ward in Moses Lake.   On the second Sunday there I had the chance to do a mission report talk, and there was one other return missionary set to talk on the same day.   My talk went well and then I sat down and listen to the return elder speak.   There was something about him that made me want to get to know him better.   At the next activity, bowling he was in the group at the same lane as me.  We had a good time talking and bowling and stuff.  After the bowling was over, my friend, Melissa and I were going to go to Baskin Robbins for ice cream and on a whim I asked if he would want to join us...that was a pretty bold move for me!  He said sure and off we headed to the ice cream place. Afte

 Family Sayings for 7 March 2021 Flynn Family Story Slingers, by Cary Holmquist It started out as a way to limit—or even eliminate—toddler-and-up childish pickiness at the Holmquist Family dinner table: “Ya get what ya get and ya  what ya get and ya don’t throw a fit.” And far too soon, the little tykes got brave enough to fire it out first: “Ya get what ya get and ya don’t throw a fit.” So, quickly enough, it had variable-to-no success, although it became such rote over the days, weeks, months, seasons, years and decades that it was expressed without any real thought about its meaning and nor exercise in changing eating behaviors.  “Ya get what ya get and ya don’t throw a fit.” Eventually, this saying came to include more than food at the table and spread to other wants that children might express and parents were either unwilling or unable to provide.   Or hopes that some chore—menial or larger—would be accomplished as assigned in some kind of timely fashion.  “Ya get what y