Can anybody tell were its broken?
|From 2008-11-29 Thanksgiving|
Also im just seeing if I have embedding skills while im at it, here’s a video im sure youve all seen
|From 2008-11-29 Thanksgiving|
Tonight was the Domspatzen concert in Eschenbach. This was part of the 650 year jublilee celebration of the city. It was in the church in the city, an old church. They didn’t have heated floors like the church on Rose Barracks did. My feet froze, dads behind got tired. The benches weren’t that comfortable for him. The concert lasted about an hour and a half. They were really good. If you could harmonize one voice that’s sort of what they sounded like. The kids themselves were normal looking, some kind of cute, most in that ugly stage of life that most kids go through. We got there a half hour early and were three quarters of the way back. We had a big column in front so we couldn’t really see, but we could hear. We didn’t have a camera, but dad will try and link a site to our blog so you can hear them. We are frozen, and we weren’t feeling all that well today anyway. On the way home our car thermometer told us it was -4c. Which is about 25 F. That is cold enough for me.
Here is a link to hear O du Froehliche: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nKjUEfDSXQ&feature=related
This is Dad: The Domspatzen (the cathedral sparrows) is a boys choir that was founded in the year 975, but none of the boys looked that old. Their choir director from 1964-1994 was Georg Ratzinger, who is the current pope’s older brother. They regularly sing in the Dom in Regensburg. It was a good performance and when you weren’t looking at them you would swear that there were many women singing with them as their voices are so high. Good Show.
Thanksgiving Day in the United States is celebrated with food and family. It was odd for us to get up on Thanksgiving Day and watch the usual parade of people to the school. The streets were full of people doing their Thursday morning activities. We also saw a large funeral procession, and burial, yes they let the casket down into the grave while the mourners watched. We got a call that morning telling us what time we should be at the home of a family in our ward for Thanksgiving dinner. We hated to tell them that they had signed up for the young elders while we were going somewhere else. We then drove off to the gym. We saw the young elders and realized that they would have no way of knowing that the meal they were supposed to go to was at lunch time. We tried to follow them, but they were too quick for us. Continue reading
All of them behind the cut… Continue reading
Lacy wants me to say this to you:
“Daddy, call your granddaughter Lacy Brooke Nadeau.”
She’s hoping this message will work. She really wants to tell you “thank you!”
We’ll be home for another hour or so.
Happy Thanksgiving, Grandpa!
It’s almost better than Christmas Eve…Thanksgiving Eve. Wondering what the mystery pies will be. Wondering if we will once again be able to dump the canberries out in a perfect can shape. Wondering if I’ll be able to get to the sweet potatoes before Regan. It’s all so exciting. I can’t wait.
We got here the day before Thanksgiving last year. I can’t believe we’ve been here a whole year now. Time flies. And we have had fun. It’s been a great year. But that’s a whole different post. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Dale came over for a little visit last night. Regan and Landon were all over him. I don’t think his lap was vacant for more than a few seconds at a time. Dale went into the kitchen to talk to Mark on his phone, and then came back in and sat back down. Regan leaped back onto his lap and was literally in his face. She said to him, “Dale, why does your breath smell like cookie dough?” Dale then got a sheepish look on his face. We had a bowl of cookie dough in the kitchen and apparently Olivers aren’t the only ones that like to partake of that delicacy. So Dale, if you don’t want to get caught by Regan, breath detective, then you’ll have to be more sly in the future!
Yesterday it started snowing a bit as we were driving from Vilseck to Grafenwoehr. We then went to the Bishop’s home and rode with them to Erlangen for a special outing for the Stake Presidency, High Council and bishops, and of course our sweethearts. The drive wasn’t bad, but it was slow. They had snow plows on the autobahn, but only an inch or so of snow. The meeting had started when we got there. They had a short testimony meeting to include the sacrament. The Stake Presidency passed the sacrament to all of us. I’ve never attended a mid-week Sacrament Meeting before.
Alright folks, let’s nail down what everybody is preparing for Thanksgiving this year. Our dinner attendance is expected to be thirteen: eight Olivers, Kurt, Jackie, Marilyn, Mark and Dale.
I assume we will have enough pies without needing to assign them. As for the rest of the meal, we’ll just need to figure out who does what.
Turkey: Kurt & Jackie
Mashed Potatoes: Leslie
Sweet Potatoes: Leslie
Other (please specify): Leslie (favorite salad)
Please respond to this post to let me know what you are planning on making and I will update the post. I may also take sweet potatoes, as soon as I check out some recipes and figure out what the time frame for preparing them would be.
This has been a very busy week. Today was our day off. We needed to clean, shop, and wash clothes. Sounds like fun doesn’t it? We woke up to wind blowing, I kept thinking, “I’m glad I’m inside today and not outside.” About 3 the young elders showed up at or apartment (maybe we should move and not tell them where we are.). They needed a ride to the train station where the elders from Bamberg were coming in on the train. The zone leader needed to come here to interview a baptismal candidate. We got to the train station in Freihung in time, both trains came in, like they always do, one going to Weiden and the other back to Nuremberg. The missionaries got out and one hurried into the train heading back to Nuremberg with our district leader, Elder Mehnert. The other missionary got into our car and we drove back to the church. It had started raining by this time. We went by the church and that is when dad realized that he had left all the keys back in the apartment. What is worse, he left the key in the lock on the inside of our apartment, which means you can’t unlock it with another key, even if we had one, which we didn’t. We drove the elders up to Netzaberg, went to another members house to see if we could help her get her car fixed and then drove home. Frau Witt was in the store so we went in to tell her we had no way to get into our apartment. She didn’t have a key but her son Marcus did so she called him and he came to the rescue. This was very embarrassing for us. We stood there while Marcus tried to open the door with his key. It didn’t work of course, so he came up with a strong thin sheet of plastic which he ran along the inside edge of the door until he was able to press the mechanism back and the door swung open.
We were able to fix dinner eat and get ready for our evening appointment. We traveled about 10 miles to a rather remote community to visit a woman and her children. We found out when we got there that her husband deployed on Sunday morning. We gave her a message, and while we were there our cell phone rang it was the young elders who told us that the person that they were supposed to interview wasn’t home and wanted to know what they should do. We ended our visit and started back. When we got home our phone rang again and it was Sister Torres telling us that they were home (baptismal candidate). Dad called the missionaries and is now out in the pouring rain picking up the elders to take them to the interview. At least we had something delicious for dinner. I made beef stew again and biscuits as well.
The rain is beating against the windows, tomorrow the forecast is much like today, rain, snow and wind. Notice the slight change.
Winter begins early in Bavaria.
I hate winter.