 It's Easter Sunday -- the earliest I can remember. It's also the first weekend of spring. The pansies survived the winter, the tulips and daffodils are poking their leaves through the cold soil.
It's Easter Sunday -- the earliest I can remember. It's also the first weekend of spring. The pansies survived the winter, the tulips and daffodils are poking their leaves through the cold soil.Willie and I have had a few days for spring break which has meant sleeping in, eating out, and just chilling. It's been nice . . .
March madness continues -- b-ball style that is --- and guess what, one of my bracket sheets is in first place in the Petersen household. I can't believe it! I really know nothing about the records, seeding, and all that stuff.
Sunday Dinner --
honey baked ham and yummy potatoes
asparagus and pineapple-lemon fruit salad
veggies and dip
hot rolls and honey butter
dessert -- to be announced
Have a nice day!
 


 Fifty-seven years ago today, March 19, 1951, my parents were married in the Salt Lake Temple. Then Elder Harold B. Lee (a good friend of the family) officiated. Dad was just about to graduate in mechanical/civil engineering from the University of Utah, and Mom was working full time as an administrative secretary for Salt Lake Knitting. They had a nice reception at the Yale Ward and then they were off to
Fifty-seven years ago today, March 19, 1951, my parents were married in the Salt Lake Temple. Then Elder Harold B. Lee (a good friend of the family) officiated. Dad was just about to graduate in mechanical/civil engineering from the University of Utah, and Mom was working full time as an administrative secretary for Salt Lake Knitting. They had a nice reception at the Yale Ward and then they were off to 

