Saturday, August 20, 2016

Grandpa Ralph Carlson

Graveside service at Bountiful Cemetery 
August 20, 2016

Viewing at Russon Brothers Mortuary






Navy Military Honors at Graveside Service






 Military Gun Salute

Gary gave a great talk about his dad.


 Musical Number "Nearer My God To Thee"

Randy, Gary, Donald, Steven, and Kenneth Carlson

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Sister San Diego

I have knocked on deaths door. What others might say was a miracle is
my reality. I am a living witness that Jesus is the Christ. His
Priesthood Authority HAS been restored. It is the reason I live and
continues to be the reason why I will go to my grave declaring his
gospel. I needed to brief reminder of that knowledge this week...

Getting ready for a wedding.


School starts tomorrow!



I think she is excited!!
Student Government here we come!

Hanna is moving to China!

Hiking Bridal Veil Falls August 2016


She will be teaching English for five months!
We will miss her!!





Saturday, August 13, 2016

Sister San Diego



So much has happened this week... Feels like it's been years. But as
our Brazilian investigator would say: TOO-DUH-BAY!
Translation: All is well... HA! ;)

Hmm... Let me ponder.

Over the last several days, we've been leaving several messages on the
AP's phone. The latest voicemail concluded with a classic Sister
Carlson moment:
"Thanks for all that you do Elders! We say these things in the name
of.. Wait..."
Instead of deleting and repeating the entire message, I left it as is.
It's been a good week :)

Speaking of random phone activity, President called us yesterday. We
had quite the conversation with the man. Do you know what it ended
with? HIM SINGING TO ME! I had simply asked him about something for
this upcoming Mission President's Devotional, and he closes with
"Sister Carlson, you run those things, you'd probably know more about
what's going on than I do."

More organ photo's







Grandpa Carlson

Grandpa passed away in his sleep last Thursday, August 11, 2016.  He hadn't been feeling well three day's before so he stayed in bed and Uncle Steven just kept checking on him. During one of the checks he noticed grandpa wasn't breathing so Steven called 911 and when the paramedics arrived they pronounced him dead.

His funeral will be next Saturday in the morning and he will be buried next to Grandma Carlson. He will be missed. Julie seemed to take it the hardest Thursday night. She even wants to sing a song at his funeral.



Born February 15, 1926 in Eden Wyoming.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Sister San Diego




So a few days ago, a child barked at us. Like a dog.
HA!
How has your week been? Humorous? If not, that's okay. Ours was.

We had dinner with Mitt Romney's neighbor a while back, and as we
taught the restoration... Halfway through, she decided to be Muslim.
What? I know... She did a pretty good job though... Top notch.

Sister Davis has a hidden talent! She can fall asleep in any
situation. I don't know if this is a blessing or malady... For
example: During her 12 weeks training, we set up a role-play. We
Identified who she would to practicing for, what the concern would be,
and a few possible replies she could try. I look down, I look up.
SHE'S ASLEEP.
I must say... At the time I was confused. I grabbed my iPad to show
her evidence when she came to. We look back and just laugh.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Floor Part III

Almost finished.
 Pedro, son in-law to Kent.

We went with the dark brown grout.

Finished photo's to be continued.

POE Part II

 Julz got to play on the Conference Center Organ, and the Tabernacle organ, plus a few other organs around town.


On this page, we hear the experiences of some of the youth who attended Pipe Organ Encounter 2016 in Salt Lake City. We are inspired by their youthful enthusiasm and passionate musicianship.

Julianna Carlson
Provo, Utah
Age 15
Julianna Carlson
Julianna Carlson
I never really had a thing for the organ until one day when my piano teacher, Mike Carson, was practically dancing around the room, because he had found a flier for scholarship auditions on the organ. I had been working with him toward playing in sacrament meetings for about a year. Organ lessons were once a month, but I didn’t feel very much commitment.
The audition itself was quite a learning experience for me, but to hear that I had won a scholarship to a week-long organ camp in Salt Lake City, well, I was quite stunned. I thought it was a very strange thing to do, but it just hung in the back of my consciousness the whole summer. I really didn’t much look forward to it.
Well, the time came when it was no longer just some distant thing I would be doing, because my bags were packed, and I was in a car driving up to Salt Lake City. Soon my mom was waving goodbye to me as I walked to the U of U dorms by myself. I couldn’t believe I was actually there. It seemed so strange. Would I make friends here? What kinds of experiences would I have? Would I enjoy it? Would I be the only kid that hadn’t had Toccata and Fugue in D minor memorized since they were five? I felt very uncertain of myself.  It’s funny, though, how the greatest experiences you ever have can be very unexpected. They can be found in places you never suspect. And that’s what happened to me.
My time at the POE was phenomenal. Never before had I felt such an admiration for this instrument. It inspired my musicianship in a way I would never have predicted. Inside of me that week, there was a burning desire to become something greater with the talents I have. I felt like I was being introduced to a whole new, beautiful world, like the way you feel sometimes when you watch a sunset or when someone smiles at you on a gloomy day. I was being introduced not just to the organ, but to the beauty of music and worship and passion. There was much more out there than I ever thought.
I met so many amazing friends. When I would mess up on a piece, they would talk about how perfectly I’d done it. We all laughed very hard together and made a lot of memories. I even enjoyed immensely the teachers and chaperones that I met while I was there. I couldn’t believe how attached I felt to everyone when I had to leave. Funny how you can love someone so much, when really you’ve only known him or her for such a little time.
So, yes, I really did think going to an organ camp was a little weird in the beginning, and yet I’m so glad I did. I loved it more than I ever thought I would. Whatever may happen to me in my life or whatever I may accomplish, I’ll always remember the amazing experience I had that one week in July when I went to organ camp.


 The Cathedral of the Madeleine downtown Salt Lake City.



Two organ students.



 Three goofy organ students.