Swish

Swish! I love that sound as the basketball snaps through the net. Swish! There it goes again–nothing but net. The only problem was I was not making the net swish, Josh and Michelle were! We were in a tough game of cutthroat 21 in the back yard and I was getting creamed. I know that might sound unlikely, maybe even astounding, but it was true. First game–Josh won, Michelle was second, and I was last. I started analyzing my attack and noticed a little something that might be affecting the outcome: When I jumped, it was just like raising my arms fast, when Josh jumped his feet actually went considerably above the ground. He was in the air for his jump shot. What a novel concept! Not only did he have me by a couple of inches in height and reach, but this airborne stuff was an additional advantage. He not only shot well, but when I shot he would often block it. Michelle had an alternative strategy-–she set up on the perimeter and made her shots. (I will have to give that a try sometime.)

Anyway, back to the games.

After three games I had won zilch, zippo, nulla, niente. I either got tipped back to zero or eleven or just got out shot. At the free throw line Josh was also devastating. Michelle seemed even a bit happy that her dad was getting his clock cleaned. After she left to go to her bridal shower, I figured it was time to buckle down to work. If I couldn't out jump, out shoot, or out rebound Josh, perhaps I could out maneuver him. Slowly, a little at a time, I managed to build a lead. I lucked out on a few shots that had no right going in but did anyway and I found myself at the free throw line with 19 points and tied with Josh. I knew that it was now or never. (And the way Josh had been playing I was fearful that it might be the latter.) I took a deep breath, eyed the basket and swish. What a beautiful sound! Now I was 20. Everything was on the line–if I made it I won, but if I missed it I would go back to 11 and Josh would likely whip me again. Still at the line I took a breath. I wondered, "Should I hold my breath or let it out?" Wait a minute. What was I doing? Why was I thinking about anything but the net? Okay, lets try again. Deep breath. Dribble once. I could feel the texture of the ball in my hands. One smooth motion, as I raised the ball over my head and waved good-bye to it. It sailed through the air almost slow motion, just like in the movies: Rotation perfect. Arc superb. Air calm. Still holding my breath. Then-–you guessed it, and the crowd went wild!

After Michelle's Shower:


Not one to pass up an opportunity to capitalize on extra manpower (and womanpower) I persuaded (coerced) Michelle, Josh and Mary Lee to help Steve Pettingill and me frame the shed. We had picked up the materials while Michelle was at the shower. (Josh had joined her at the Ballantyne's at the end so he could meet everyone there.) So, we had 2x4s, nails, joist hangers, sill plate, a new hammer for Josh, and great ideas.



Steve cut the members to length, Josh and Michelle nailed them together, and I measured, pointed, directed and encouraged. (You know the really important and hard jobs.) We began at about 2:45 and were determined to be done in a couple of hours. The four walls went together pretty quickly then we noticed that the east and west walls were slightly shorter than the north and south walls. Who could have made such a dumb mistake? Of all the idiotic, nonsensical, worthless, no good, poor excuse for . . . oops, er . . . I had not allowed for the sill plate.

Fortunately, we just added a couple of 2x4's on the top of the east and west walls and voila' they were perfect! We put them in place. Nailed them together. Admired our work and went for a dip in the pond.




Perfect way to cool down and it was only a little after 5:00. Right on time in construction parlance.

So what do you do when you have just had a great day of basketball, framing, pond dipping, and gourmet barbequed salmon? Easy. You eat an exquisite home-made apple pie. Michelle made it as an early Father's Day treat. Boy was it great. I called her the next day to complain, however, that it disappeared. Somehow it evaporated. Pieces seemed to fly out of the pan. I don't know how such a thing could happen, but it sure enough did. I think she needs to work on pie that lasts longer or has more pieces. It was delicious. (Hmmm, I wonder if Mary Lee got any.)

Desert Blooming Like a Rose

Because you were not here for the spectacular cactus blooming this year we have decided to bring the blooms to you. In the front yard, near the boulder at the northwest of our lot are several small cacti which are big performers. Although the blooms begin in the early morning and only last for a few daylight hours, they are eye popping and capture the gaze of all the passers by. Oddly enough, almost all of the blooms occur at the same time, so if you miss the event, it is a year until the next performance. Because you missed this year, get in line and start waiting now. (Please let us know if you want us to stake out a waiting spot for you.)

You won't believe it!

Craig is one very lucky guy. Without his even raising a finger, his room has been transformed into a whole new room with a completely different personality. It is spotlessly clean. It has lots of space in the middle and the old desk is gone, replaced by a larger more spacious desk along the west wall. The crown jewel of the desk is the computer with the printer nearby. It is really looking good and working well also. On the east wall the bed has been changed into a "day bed" which works as a sofa during the day and a comfortable bed at night.



The appearance of the dining room is completely different from before. In the twelve years that Mary Lee and I have been married, we have not purchased any furniture until now. Mind you, we have looked often, but never come to agreement on anything that we both liked. We were at American Home Furnishings because we heard that they were having a liquidation sale, and we thought that we might finally find the sofa that we have long hoped for. (Lesson One: When you are looking for a sofa, do not go through the dining room furniture section.)

Well, you guessed it, we happened to find a beautiful dining room table, chairs and buffet with hutch that we both liked. It was a once in a lifetime experience--we both liked the same thing and it was on sale! (Lesson Two: When violating lesson one close your eyes.) We asked the salesman if the marked price was the best that they could do and he said he would check. After a minute he returned offering to sell it for a couple hundred dollars less. As he was showing the furniture to Mary Lee, and explaining all the features, I sat and listened. I mentioned that we were not really in the market for a dining room table, but that if they would sell it for my price (which was about $700 lower than the marked price) we would buy it right then.

The salesman said that he didn't think his manager would go for it, but he would ask. After a few minutes more, the manager himself came over with a counter offer. I reiterated that if he wanted a deal it would need to be at my offer. After some thought, he said, "All right. We have a real negotiator." (Lesson Three: When breaking lessons one and two, don't make an offer; but, if breaking lessons one, two, and three, be courageous and make an offer that is really aggressive. The worst they can say is no, or yes, depending on your point of view.)


So we bought a new dining room set. It is patterned after the Arts and Crafts style and very nicely made. There are lights in the hutch and it shows off the china wonderfully. However, there are consequences to such rash actions: We had to find a place for all the furniture in the dining room, ended up having to relocate the thermostat, which meant that I had a bit of work to do on the furnace because disconnecting the thermostat blew an internal fuse in the furnace. I had to diagnose the problem only to find out that the type of fuse I needed was not available when I wanted it (right then). So we had no heat or AC for the weekend. Then I had to patch the wall where the thermostat was, and of course that meant patching all of the other little holes elsewhere in the house because I had the drywall mud out. Anyway, it looks great. You will love it. (But, we don't know if we will ever use it for dining--it looks too good to risk it.)

'Twas the Night Before . . .

As I was walking up the driveway after returning from an errand on Christmas Eve I saw a tall dark figure approach me from the shadows. At first I was uncertain of who it might be but a moment later a good looking young man in a suit and tie approached me. It was Josh. He seemed a little on edge and a bit hesitant, but asked, "Could I talk with you for a minute?"

"Sure," I responded. Because Josh had been dating Michelle for the last year or so I sort of suspected that this might have something to do with that relationship and was not entirely surprised. After all, Josh all dressed up in a suit on a Wednesday night, Christmas Eve, was a clue even I couldn't miss. And believe me I have missed some great clues in the past.

"I really love Michelle and I'd like to ask you a question, I mean I want to ask your permission or rather your blessing," he said haltingly. "I'd like your blessing to ask for Michelle's hand in marriage."

I remembered how uncomfortable I had been when I had asked a similar question years ago, first of Mom and Dad Faux in their old green Dodge when they were visiting Barbara in Provo, and then years later when I had asked Elder Scott in his living room while Mary Lee was in the dining room or kitchen nearby. It is one of those times which is rehearsed somewhat in imagination, but always happens differently than planned.

"Well, Josh, first let me say that we really think you're a great young man, and we have heard great things about you from Michelle. But let me ask you a couple of questions."

"Okay," he replied, not quite sure of what was coming.

It seems like he swallowed hard as he looked at me. Perhaps he had heard of some of Michelle's previous dates' experiences, like when she was going to the prom with Brent. I had the obligatory pre-prom interview with him and it turned out that evening my father was visiting so I asked Dad to also do a little interview. Just as Brent and Michelle were leaving, Elder Scott arrived so I asked him to have a little interview as well. All in all I think Brent and Michelle were glad to be on the road when the multiple interviews were over. Anyway this was a much more important event and the question at hand of substantially greater import.

As I looked Josh squarely in the eyes I asked, "Josh, my first question is, ‘Will you put the gospel first in your life?'"

Without hesitation he responded, "Yes." I could tell that this was not just a quick answer, but rather a decision he had made long ago even before he had met Michelle. It showed in his kindness, his courtesy and respect for people in general. It was manifest in the feedback I had from Michelle, from Bryan, his cousin, and Camille. I already knew the answer to the question but wanted him to reaffirm it for both of us. It was kind of like a formal agreement confirming priorities that had already been established.

"Great." I said. "And will you always put Michelle next in your life?" I continued.

Almost as if he had anticipated the question Josh said firmly, "Yes, I will."

"I guess that is all there is to it. We are excited and honored at the thought of having you in the family. One bit of insight, and you might have heard me say this before, but don't worry if things are tight financially. I have often thought that some people miss out on the closeness that comes from working together through tough times. Because there will certainly be plenty of tough times of every type ahead. And for that matter, if we can be of help at any time do not be afraid to ask. We will be glad to help any way we can."

He seemed much more at ease as we walked into the house. I did not know when Josh planned to "pop the question," but that was up to him. I knew what I needed to know and I appreciated his respect in asking for our little talk. I certainly would not have been upset if he had not asked, but at the same time I had a greater admiration and respect for him because he had asked. It is one of those little things that doesn't have to happen but you are really glad when it does.

It was only a little over two years earlier when Bryan had called me on the phone at the office and had asked a similar question. Bryan and I had a similar discussion and it got our relationship off to a good start then as well.

The remainder of Christmas Eve was filled with the usual preparations for the next day. We got the last of the presents wrapped, checked to make sure that everything was in place, and went to bed knowing that the day would begin early the next morning with Craig's call from Taiwan.

Sure enough, a little after 6:00 a.m. our time and about 9:00 p.m. his time, Craig called. He reported to us that he was doing great. It was wonderful to hear his voice and to learn first hand of his experiences and how he was doing. He spoke every other word in Mandarin Chinese, which of course we all understood with ease. It sounded like he was learning the language quite well. He could have been speaking pure gibberish and we would not have known the difference. In fact it was indeed gibberish to us. The marvels of modern communication are amazing when you think of it–we were able to hear Craig from thousands of miles away on a little portable cell phone that is no larger than the palm of your hand. With the speaker ‘on' all of us in the room could hear him and he us. Amazing!

After catching our breath just long enough to realize that it was Christmas morning, we rushed to get ready for the excited kids: Alison, Kaitlyn, and Max. (Max, age one, did not know that he was excited.)


At the bottom of the stairs appeared four eager eyes on two smiling faces–Alison and Kaitlyn were ready for Christmas fun. I couldn't believe how obedient and well behaved they were. They actually waited patiently for the approval from their mom and dad prior to storming the living room. Once the ‘okay' sounded, you could have been trampled by the stampeding feet as they ascended the broad hall stair.


Part of the fun of Christmas morning is watching the reaction of the kids as they open their gifts. They sometimes try out the toys or try on shirts or pants. It is such a treat to see their enthusiasm and to hear their heartfelt thank yous. We were busy taking pictures and trying (often in vain) to capture the moment in a few candid shots. More often than not we just missed the right moment, but at least the camera and the video camera were going like crazy. (Because we have such great looking girls in the family I had to sneak in this picture of the three in their new blouses. Take a good look now, because rumor has is that some of the blouses are being returned for a little different look.)



After the gifts for the younger children are opened there is a time when the rest of us begin to open gifts. It was during this time that Camille said for me to be sure to get the video on Michelle and Josh. I began to catch on to the possibilities after considering the events of the night before.


Josh gave Michelle a cookie sheet and then a cookie mix then a few other cooking utensils. Next he pulled out three envelopes and asked Michelle which one she would like to send out. Each had a slightly different picture of Michelle and him along with a greeting, "Merry Christmas from the Cooks." About then we were all starting to catch on. Michelle was all eyes as he began to read a poem. It was in perfect rhyme and extolled some of her many virtues and highlighted some of the attributes he loved about her. As it progressed it became more serious and finally he concluded with a proposal and a little box.



Michelle was all smiles as Josh got on one knee and asked, "Michelle, will you marry me?" and opened the little box to reveal a beautiful ring. It was a simple white gold band studded with 60 small diamonds. He paused for a moment as Michelle responded vibrantly, "Yes!" she said as she gave him a kiss.





Although everybody was transfixed by the scene, it didn't take long for us to realize what had just happened. With swoons and applause we all erupted with excited congratulations. It took me a little to put it all together, but all the cooking stuff was a clue. He wanted Michelle to be a Cook, not just a cook.





Making sure that all the bases were covered, Josh pulled out a second ring which was styled quite a bit differently. It was a solitaire in a spiral rising stem. Just in case Michelle would prefer a different style, Josh was ready. It was clever and thoughtful, just what we had come to expect from Josh.

What started out to be a simple Christmas morning had turned out to be an unforgettable event. We had all been able to participate in Michelle's engagement proposal. You got to love it. They make a great couple.






With the kids going every which way and all the engagement excitement going on we could well have missed Bryan whispering in Camille's ear, "Come this time next year . . ."

Especially for Alison, Kaitlyn, and Maxwell

Christmas is a sacred time.
Which, as Alison knows,
Is more than just a time of gifts
And packages with bows.



Christmas time helps us recall
When Jesus Christ was born
And Kaitlyn knows there was no tree
That chilly Christmas morn.



But little Maxwell hasn't learned
The story of Christ's birth.
He needs our help to understand
Why He came to earth.



So Mom and Dad will help him,



Grandma and Grandpa too;



But most of all he'll watch to see
What Alison and Kaitlyn do!



So we all need to teach him
By the things we do each day,





That Christ has meaning in our lives
Because we live the way we pray.











That's why Camille and Bryan are smiling,



And why Michelle is so elated,



And why Craig is always cheerful.



SO . . . No pouting Grandpa, or Alison or Kaitlyn.



(Especially for Alison, Kaitlyn and Maxwell
on Christmas 2008 from Grandpa Call)

The Parable of the Pilot

About 32 years ago when Barbara and I got married, he had about 20,000 hours in the air. Dad Faux was a pilot. Not just any pilot, he had flown more planes of more types than I can name, after all, 20,000 hours in the air is like ten years of regular 40 hour work weeks. He had been to Hawaii 55 times. He had flown bombing and fighting missions over Germany and France during World Ward II, had flown cargo and transport missions to Viet Nam, and hundreds of missions both secret and support in between. Last night at the viewing a few of Dad's flying friends told me that on one occasion Dad was flying a mission over Germany in WWII when 5 Messerschmidt's intercepted him. Because the P61 Black Widow night fighter was much more maneuverable and because he was a superior pilot, he was able to make a really tight turn and come back around on the Messerschmidts. He was able to shoot one down, do a quick dive and recovery and come up again under one forcing it into another nearby plane, thus taking out 3 of the 5 before heading for home. They (Bruce Despain) said that he was the best commander, a great pilot and even better person and friend.

He was not only a VFR (visual flight rules) rated pilot, but also an IFR (instrument flight rules) rated pilot. That means that he was trained to be able to fly safely avoiding other aircraft, mountains or obstacles or fly over the ocean where there are no landmarks and everything looks the same as far as the eye can see, using solely the instrument panel and radio guidance. Cruising in clouds or at night at altitudes over 30,000 feet and at speeds over 500 miles per hour he knew where he was going and how to get there safely.

Yes indeed, Dad Faux was a pilot. He would prepare and file his flight plan before taking off, taking all the necessary precautions to make his flight successful. Now flying is quite an interesting phenomenon. From the moment that the plane leaves the ground it is off course. Once airborne the pilot makes the necessary corrections and adjustments to get back on course. As he gains altitude, the winds change and again the plane is blown off course–sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. By consulting his instruments, checking his maps and monitoring his radio signal again the pilot makes the necessary corrections to get back on course. When the plane is encompassed in a cloud it is impossible for the pilot to see where he is going. During those times he must rely entirely on the instruments along with the signals emitted from the radio beacons strategically placed along the route to help with navigation. At night and in bad weather, with his radio to prompt him, he constantly adjusts and corrects to keep the plane on course. It is quite amazing that 99% of the time the plane is off course, but as long as the pilot makes the needed course corrections 100% of the time the plane makes it to the final destination.

You don't usually hear a lot from the pilot. He may welcome you aboard and give some basic instructions, maybe even point out a few interesting sights, but mostly he just quietly flies the plane. He tries to choose a route that will be least dangerous. One that won't bounce around so much as to make you air sick or spill your orange juice. He tries to make it a smooth flight.

Dad Faux has made his final earthly flight. It has been in character with his entire life. He knew his desired destination. He filed his flight plan long ago. He made the necessary course corrections by consulting with Mom, his ace co-pilot, using his maps and listening to those inspired signals. There was never any doubt if he was headed in the right direction. And what is more, he was helping all of us aboard to get our bearings right. He showed us how to use the maps and to listen for the signals. We will miss him–his strong, silent, keen sense of direction. We hope that we can remember what he taught us to make the corrections for ourselves now that he has let us fly on our own.

Our lives have been richer and our view more expansive because of you Dad and we will always remember and be grateful for all you have done for us. Among a myriad of other wonderful things, you taught us the "Parable of the Pilot" by the way you lived. Thank you. We love you.

Honoring Grandmother and Grandfather Faux

With Veterans Day approaching, and our thoughts and prayers turned to Grandmother and Grandfather Faux, it seems a good time to share memories of a conversation with them on Veterans Day in 2004, when we learned about their courage and sacrifice in protecting our country.

Grandfather was on active duty in the Air Force for ten years, and after that he was a reservist and worked as a civilian at Hill Air Force base. He logged 18,000 hours as a pilot and retired with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. He flew a P-61 "Black Widow" fighter bomber in World War II. He flew night missions, including bombing runs and dog fights over France and Germany. As pilot, he was accompanied by a "radar" officer, who was located in the back of the plane. There were eight guns in the plane, four at the front and four in the rear. Grandfather could fire them with the touch of a button.

Grandfather said he lost four buddies in WW II, members of the group that he signed up with. (Grandmother’s aunt lost a son, and her aunt’s sister also lost a son.) Grandfather and two of his brothers fought in the war, but they all came home safely.

Grandfather said that one time when his aircraft was on the ground, the enemy bombed the area and the airplane next to his was destroyed. He participated in the ART program, where he helped to train new pilots.

Grandfather was scheduled to go to Korea, but his assignment was changed. He was also scheduled to go to Cuba during the Cuban missile crisis, but the mission was canceled just four hours before they were to leave. The Cuban missile crisis took place in 1962 during the Kennedy administration. At the time, Barbara was almost 11, Scott 13, and Nelson 15. Grandfather explained that at the time of the crisis the Russians were poised to take over Cuba and we were going to defend it. We commnted that Grandmother must have been very relieved when he didn’t have to go to Cuba, but she replied that she hadn’t even known about it because it was a secret mission. Evidently there were other secret missions that he did participate in that he couldn't talk about.

During the Vietnam war, Grandfather would switch from the reserves to active duty about every six weeks for two to three weeks or even a month at a time, to fly supply and bombing missions in Vietnam. He also carried soldiers who parachuted out over enemy territory. At the time he was a Major in the Air Force. Grandmother would be left home alone to watch over the children and handle all the decision-making and work by herself, all the while, no doubt wondering about Grandpa’s safety. It was a real sacrifice for them both.

We are very proud of you, Grandmother and Grandfather Faux, and grateful for your service to our country. We love you!