<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:01:54.695-07:00</updated><category term='Class Reunion - 50 years'/><category term='Monuments dedicated to the Rescuers'/><category term='These children are like fish.'/><category term='Riding in Zion&apos;s'/><category term='Pauli had a great Mother&apos;s Day with her girls and grandbabies'/><title type='text'>Joy and Tom Olson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-5292707496747315844</id><published>2010-04-15T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:32:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panama Canal</title><content type='html'>We are arriving with our friends Karen and Kent Hugh and we are anxious and ready for a fun time on the Celebrity Constellation Cruise ship. Our destination is the Panama Canal with a few stops on the way to view the beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;countryside&lt;/span&gt; of Mexico, Costa Rica, and Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d-I20JB1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/BkLvntrrkzM/s1600/DSC02172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471763828279122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d-I20JB1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/BkLvntrrkzM/s320/DSC02172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9-LPWxoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/J2eCF0E3uqs/s1600/DSC02180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471580332574338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9-LPWxoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/J2eCF0E3uqs/s320/DSC02180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt; San Lucas has some interesting beaches. The problem was the language. Even though our guides spoke English they were difficult to understand, but the water is blue, the fish are exquisite, and the food and water was to be avoided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d992SkqTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oyREo4YNaX8/s1600/DSC02177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471574708922674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d992SkqTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oyREo4YNaX8/s320/DSC02177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d99bwdhsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/RfBxwdr_1Bc/s1600/DSC02181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471567586526914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d99bwdhsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/RfBxwdr_1Bc/s320/DSC02181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d989OdsEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cYSM8cLoDrY/s1600/DSC02184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471559390867522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d989OdsEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cYSM8cLoDrY/s320/DSC02184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9mOfGYaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T6VQmZFXZ6A/s1600/DSC02188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471168887054754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9mOfGYaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T6VQmZFXZ6A/s320/DSC02188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9lhfK7VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NZhTbvBQuTo/s1600/DSC02189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471156807757138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9lhfK7VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NZhTbvBQuTo/s320/DSC02189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9lPmVrzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vco32YUH48c/s1600/DSC02192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471152005984050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9lPmVrzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vco32YUH48c/s320/DSC02192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Acapulco is crowded with tourist. We happened to visit during the Easter Holiday when many of the Mexican people leave their homes and run to the beaches. Of course, our interest was watching the cliff divers and we weren't disappointed. They are brave and fearless! The youngest was 15 and there was even one girl diving. They are organized into a union believe it or not. The actress Hedy Lamar organized the divers way back when she was famous and lived in Acapulco. There has never been a death, but some broken ribs and arms have happened to the divers. You'd never catch me jumping from their high cliff, but our Lake Powell jumpers where just as impressive and maybe just as high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9khK7GXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sw6oqheCx90/s1600/DSC02201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471139542964594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9khK7GXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sw6oqheCx90/s320/DSC02201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9GkNYnpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LB5EPySCSSs/s1600/DSC02193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470624962518674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9GkNYnpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LB5EPySCSSs/s320/DSC02193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9F4yCosI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WeX3u3VIPNc/s1600/DSC02195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470613305107138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9F4yCosI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WeX3u3VIPNc/s320/DSC02195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9FlNdpcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZPnrrGqUFEU/s1600/DSC02202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470608051414466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9FlNdpcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZPnrrGqUFEU/s320/DSC02202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the divers we were treated to their local dancing. It was nothing like Dancing with the Stars, but still beautiful and even mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9FKjdmdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XxNQJne3lwE/s1600/DSC02204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470600895928786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d9FKjdmdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XxNQJne3lwE/s320/DSC02204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our arrival at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Huatulco&lt;/span&gt;, Mexico was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;smooth&lt;/span&gt; as silk. We encountered one day of rough water when Joy's stomach could have used a calming potion. None of the rest of our foursome needed anything but the rich food which was all over the ship. Our French chef was superior with the dessert, excellent with the meats, and the vegetables and fruits were glamorous. We ate until we couldn't eat anymore. There is a profound pleasure associated with well prepared food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8k03LX7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/-mr5BHTCl2c/s1600/DSC02205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470045317226418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8k03LX7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/-mr5BHTCl2c/s320/DSC02205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8kdBju3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZSvNsVgFn9c/s1600/DSC02206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470038918314866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8kdBju3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZSvNsVgFn9c/s320/DSC02206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8j0_yAAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xZEbZfFohv0/s1600/DSC02207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470028173443074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8j0_yAAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xZEbZfFohv0/s320/DSC02207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8jVVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/qCB2gAgi75g/s1600/DSC02209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470019673045906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8jVVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/qCB2gAgi75g/s320/DSC02209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8JTlQtNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PPmPF7wRAms/s1600/DSC02211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460469572527240402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8JTlQtNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PPmPF7wRAms/s320/DSC02211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8IK1ZvZI/AAAAAAAAATo/vR-yn93LNFo/s1600/DSC02213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460469552999153042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8IK1ZvZI/AAAAAAAAATo/vR-yn93LNFo/s320/DSC02213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8Hvg1yPI/AAAAAAAAATg/3b2GqlDtYkQ/s1600/DSC02217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460469545665153266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d8Hvg1yPI/AAAAAAAAATg/3b2GqlDtYkQ/s320/DSC02217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7hvoZbSI/AAAAAAAAATY/uN5IRHxmGoQ/s1600/DSC02218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460468892861820194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7hvoZbSI/AAAAAAAAATY/uN5IRHxmGoQ/s320/DSC02218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puntarenas&lt;/span&gt;, Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7hNVmR4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/8y0GesOScTI/s1600/DSC02220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460468883656165250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7hNVmR4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/8y0GesOScTI/s320/DSC02220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we were warned not to drink the water and eat their food. This jungle river was ugly with mud, but the trees were fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7ghlwa2I/AAAAAAAAATI/ag-LPnTtYqU/s1600/DSC02222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460468871912778594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7ghlwa2I/AAAAAAAAATI/ag-LPnTtYqU/s320/DSC02222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The alligators were quiet and we didn't get close enough to cause them to become active. We just wanted a quick look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7gO6AkQI/AAAAAAAAATA/BS9PgFP4by0/s1600/DSC02223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460468866897449218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d7gO6AkQI/AAAAAAAAATA/BS9PgFP4by0/s320/DSC02223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As were were entering the Panama Canal we could see the Latter-day Saint temple high on the hill. It was 6:00 in the morning and still dark, but the lights on the temple were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;visible&lt;/span&gt; until about 6:30. Awesome!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d6sAZZX_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/0KSGMPdRTsE/s1600/DSC02232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460467969649369074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d6sAZZX_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/0KSGMPdRTsE/s320/DSC02232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d6ruwrOKI/AAAAAAAAASw/GMD_F1FKC9M/s1600/DSC02233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460467964915169442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d6ruwrOKI/AAAAAAAAASw/GMD_F1FKC9M/s320/DSC02233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d50ntZ9FI/AAAAAAAAASo/acbRNNUNaJA/s1600/DSC02258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460467018129601618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d50ntZ9FI/AAAAAAAAASo/acbRNNUNaJA/s320/DSC02258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d50CRIsLI/AAAAAAAAASg/WWXv0YyPpqE/s1600/DSC02256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460467008078917810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d50CRIsLI/AAAAAAAAASg/WWXv0YyPpqE/s320/DSC02256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is work in progress for new, bigger, wider, locks to be completed in 2014. The 100 year celebration of the completion of the Panama Canal. 1914.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d5zm1PyRI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mc4fpYLJPtM/s1600/DSC02246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460467000714184978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d5zm1PyRI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mc4fpYLJPtM/s320/DSC02246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scenes from the area; the countryside and the dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460466997515874242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d5za6tb8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Cvf_9r7wKAo/s320/DSC02245.jpg" /&gt;The 'mule' railroad car is attached by cables and pulls the ships through the locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dygUeEeHI/AAAAAAAAASI/NBxGal9cavg/s1600/DSC02254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460458972786227314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dygUeEeHI/AAAAAAAAASI/NBxGal9cavg/s320/DSC02254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dyf_LEU7I/AAAAAAAAASA/g8IpR23vb44/s1600/DSC02251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460458967069381554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dyf_LEU7I/AAAAAAAAASA/g8IpR23vb44/s320/DSC02251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blue water is being transferred past the 'gate' by gravity and looks murky. When it fills to the top of the gate it will swing open and let a ship pass through. Really amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dyfQ6EDwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PWBo1ij2MB4/s1600/DSC02236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460458954650029826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dyfQ6EDwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PWBo1ij2MB4/s320/DSC02236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This huge lock (gate) is about to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dyevfGR_I/AAAAAAAAARo/z8-R8bEclnE/s1600/DSC02269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460458945678559218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dyevfGR_I/AAAAAAAAARo/z8-R8bEclnE/s320/DSC02269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Container ships were also going through the canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dwXFfqHaI/AAAAAAAAARg/6euiODYWQNY/s1600/DSC02243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460456615124278690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dwXFfqHaI/AAAAAAAAARg/6euiODYWQNY/s320/DSC02243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dwWZSFFXI/AAAAAAAAARY/WB6G9zAZyeo/s1600/DSC02264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460456603256165746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dwWZSFFXI/AAAAAAAAARY/WB6G9zAZyeo/s320/DSC02264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This cargo ship is going through the lock at our side. The locks are designed for two ships to pass through at the same time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dwV5FDeBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wCVJ0NjIcS4/s1600/DSC02273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460456594611599378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dwV5FDeBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wCVJ0NjIcS4/s320/DSC02273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaving the Panama Canal with the lush countryside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460455742804007378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dvkT2TGdI/AAAAAAAAARI/K6p52DoweqY/s320/DSC02272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cartagena&lt;/span&gt;, Columbia was our last port to visit. The modern city is where the big money is, but there are poverty areas as well. The street vendors were everywhere and obnoxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dvBd-2KRI/AAAAAAAAARA/hS7JS7v5N-c/s1600/DSC02281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460455144228792594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dvBd-2KRI/AAAAAAAAARA/hS7JS7v5N-c/s320/DSC02281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dvAx_bl9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7uj-9sPeJIw/s1600/DSC02282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460455132420085714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dvAx_bl9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7uj-9sPeJIw/s320/DSC02282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dvAntcLoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/lWAdJVGjxKI/s1600/DSC02280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460455129660272258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dvAntcLoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/lWAdJVGjxKI/s320/DSC02280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran to this colorful native for a quick camara shot of her unique heardress filled with fresh fruit. She then insisted we pay $2.00 for taking her picture. I wonder if we could make a living doing something similar in America?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cartagena, Columbia which is surrounded by a ring of massive fortress walls built by the Spanish starting in 1586. View from the enormous Fortress of San Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dlIYojn3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/WG6uWTnnWvQ/s1600/DSC02283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460444267935932274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dlIYojn3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/WG6uWTnnWvQ/s320/DSC02283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dlHgjtxqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9pZjxPNmzss/s1600/DSC02285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460444252883240610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dlHgjtxqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9pZjxPNmzss/s320/DSC02285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The approximate 150 years of the Spanish Inquisition spread to this area as well. Torture was done in many horrible ways until the victim would confess their disbelief in other religions or die. The sad thing is after a confession the victim was killed anyway. These pictures and information was included only because of our interest in how widespread and cruel the Inquisition was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8diqS57rII/AAAAAAAAAQA/TJaxOmBHNJc/s1600/DSC02291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460441551978867842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8diqS57rII/AAAAAAAAAQA/TJaxOmBHNJc/s320/DSC02291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dip8ZzNeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9Js-cJhNbCM/s1600/DSC02293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460441545938515426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dip8ZzNeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9Js-cJhNbCM/s320/DSC02293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Local color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8diC24WeUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lC912Va9J1w/s1600/DSC02298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460440874441144642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8diC24WeUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lC912Va9J1w/s320/DSC02298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shops full of emeralds were enticing and because this precious gem is Joy's birthstone a tiny beautiful ring was purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dgZu4FZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gO5NDJOSuxI/s1600/DSC02299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460439068406278018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8dgZu4FZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gO5NDJOSuxI/s320/DSC02299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-5292707496747315844?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5292707496747315844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=5292707496747315844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5292707496747315844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5292707496747315844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2010/04/panama-canal.html' title='Panama Canal'/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/S8d-I20JB1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/BkLvntrrkzM/s72-c/DSC02172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-3280815607742375478</id><published>2009-10-13T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:07:27.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Party</title><content type='html'>Thanks again to Camille for being the gracious host of the family gathering. Her home affords us lots of room for visiting, eating, and watching football games. Mike favors Alabama while Tom's allegiance is BYU. The bantering is healthy especially if both teams win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor was the reason for the party. He was to receive the Aaronic Priesthood the next day and asked Grandpa Tom to ordain him. This was a choice blessing for us to be there. Thanks for the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT-khzS1AI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2I_bwVlXwiU/s1600-h/DSC02157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392214557371585538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT-khzS1AI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2I_bwVlXwiU/s320/DSC02157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather is having to be a nursemaid to Ryan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT9iOKmwDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZUO4Pgv0lZU/s1600-h/DSC02160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392213418229284914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT9iOKmwDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZUO4Pgv0lZU/s320/DSC02160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT9h39vFkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hMCetDCC544/s1600-h/DSC02155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392213412269725250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT9h39vFkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hMCetDCC544/s320/DSC02155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has a badly injured knee and still smiles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though the pain is full of barbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT9heMd5PI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8ZAXF4OdjgQ/s1600-h/DSC02153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392213405352191218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT9heMd5PI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8ZAXF4OdjgQ/s320/DSC02153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather and Jase will be taking care of Ryan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surgery to repair the torn parts will be very soon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then Ryan's smile will be genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln found some interesting equipment for the night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and surprised everyone. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT6nsDEKiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kSswsk4w13k/s1600-h/DSC02167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392210213615184418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT6nsDEKiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kSswsk4w13k/s320/DSC02167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is always a treat to visit with the firefighter,Clayton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is having some interesting experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan is enjoying her first year of high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Where has the time gone? She is all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT6nA7FLdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tZDpi_U9fRk/s1600-h/DSC02159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392210202038971858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT6nA7FLdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tZDpi_U9fRk/s320/DSC02159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daxton is a darling baby, sweet, and seldom cries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He already sleeps through the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's contented and cares very little about who holds him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until he gets hungry. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT50EZSRiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oBvBL6B8mKA/s1600-h/DSC02156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392209326797637154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT50EZSRiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oBvBL6B8mKA/s320/DSC02156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone smothered him with kisses and hugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is there about a new baby that makes grownups so silly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is our newest family member &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are also celebrating his name and blessing day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two wonderful events happening the same Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melynda is happy her baby boy is healthy and happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and shares him with everyone, especially her sister, McKensie. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT4Yxj--aI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sQ15bHHwD1c/s1600-h/DSC02163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392207758374140322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT4Yxj--aI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sQ15bHHwD1c/s320/DSC02163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT4YWh3wyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gubn_lte0XY/s1600-h/DSC02164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392207751117521698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT4YWh3wyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gubn_lte0XY/s320/DSC02164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pauli now has three grandsons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would welcome a little baby girl at any time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if one of these young gals would make it their goal for the coming year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The noise level is pretty high when all the boys get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve is always helpful especially when the little people need a hug.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT3qb118uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-UYXnBcT-fg/s1600-h/DSC02166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392206962269483746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT3qb118uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-UYXnBcT-fg/s320/DSC02166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT3p3swZjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DGOQuvR-jfs/s1600-h/DSC02165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392206952567694898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT3p3swZjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DGOQuvR-jfs/s320/DSC02165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam and Mason are interested in the pumpkins and orange lights. What a wonderful party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-3280815607742375478?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/3280815607742375478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=3280815607742375478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/3280815607742375478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/3280815607742375478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-party.html' title='Family Party'/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/StT-khzS1AI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2I_bwVlXwiU/s72-c/DSC02157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-7464860369174724925</id><published>2009-09-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:26:19.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Reunion - 50 years'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SrOuqQy4zQI/AAAAAAAAANI/1Uz7oNVLwxM/s1600-h/Tom.+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382838020724018434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SrOuqQy4zQI/AAAAAAAAANI/1Uz7oNVLwxM/s320/Tom.+Joy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do we look for being old? We have a few extra pounds that we keep thinking will melt away because we are working out and eating less, but the fat just keeps clinging on. The wrinkles aren't to visable in the picture, thank goodness, and our thinning hair, well, we try to avoid that. We thought we would be the oldest looking couple at our 50th Class Reunion, but we looked like everyone else. We were in our comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely at Tom you can see he has shingles on his right cheek. The pain is terrible, the redness persists, but the blisters are gone and the swelling has almost disappeared. He is a fighter and for this past five weeks he has been quietly battling this cursed afliction. How long will it continue? Who knows? Treatments have helped some, but it just won't go away!  We've been homebound and are anxious to get back to enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-7464860369174724925?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/7464860369174724925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=7464860369174724925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/7464860369174724925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/7464860369174724925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-we-look-for-being-old-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SrOuqQy4zQI/AAAAAAAAANI/1Uz7oNVLwxM/s72-c/Tom.+Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-1183342025861107777</id><published>2009-09-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:21:07.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riding in Zion&apos;s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone should go to their 50th Class Reunion. Such a treat to renew friendships and hear about everyone's success with vocations and family. Thank goodness for name tags, there were changes in our faces, bodies, thinning hair and color, but what fun and what beautiful people. Thanks to the committee for a perfect job! Can't hardly wait for those precious pictures to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in St. George has afforded us opportunities to enjoy the magnificent creations of nature. Which season is the most beautiful? Hard to decided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SqUsgrj3D8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_BYQvrSg1jc/s1600-h/bicycle+ride+zions-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378754269924495298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SqUsgrj3D8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_BYQvrSg1jc/s320/bicycle+ride+zions-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-1183342025861107777?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1183342025861107777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=1183342025861107777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1183342025861107777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1183342025861107777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyone-should-go-to-their-50th-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SqUsgrj3D8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_BYQvrSg1jc/s72-c/bicycle+ride+zions-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-2956482850811467701</id><published>2009-06-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:52:55.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary War Sites and more</title><content type='html'>We spent a relaxing week with out friends, Kent &amp;amp; Karen Hugh. The places we visited added to our memories of exciting travel sites from the past. Our American heritage is interesting and should be visited often. Our thanks goes to Kent for being our guide and getting us everywhere we wanted to go. He was our map specialist and directed our paths. We spent some of our evenings just relaxing with some popcorn and a game of cards. There was a pool, hot tub, and sauna just down the path so we dawned our suits and spent a few minutes in the water. We aren't bathing beauties anymore and there might even have been a snicker or two from others around the pool, but who cares? When you're on vacation you need to do what you want, eat all you can, sleep little, and enjoy the trip, which we did. We even took a trip down the Alpine Slide which is a challenge for old ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sjfl79xf4SI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HfRWEV6HauY/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347995900882968866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sjfl79xf4SI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HfRWEV6HauY/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347995358367191618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjflcYvqEkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2jT5CulTO6A/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-61.jpg" /&gt; Yes, we visited Lake Placid. If snow had blanketed the area we could have gotten the nostalgic feelings that surround the Winter Olympics, but there was still plenty to peek our imaginations even without snow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjfjumKrYSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jUz5u6GMBC4/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347993472184574242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjfjumKrYSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jUz5u6GMBC4/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lake George, what a beautiful city and of course the lake was the real treat. Everyday we ate ice cream to go with the mood. It was overcast and rained on a few days, but we weren't cold. Shorts and a jacket were quite enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjeYeo4rzWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mlomWeGWTgY/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347910734664420706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjeYeo4rzWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mlomWeGWTgY/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TICONDEROGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sjbg2qgP6QI/AAAAAAAAALw/AxPnA_nni5s/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347708837276150018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sjbg2qgP6QI/AAAAAAAAALw/AxPnA_nni5s/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the background Fort Ticonderoga can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here we are entering this awesome place where the French, the British, and the new United States fought for possession. It was a strategic inlet and all owners lost many men, but if you could keep possession of it you had a definite advantage in the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbOWvJ6txI/AAAAAAAAALg/_z0dZv5VH1k/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347688497559549714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbOWvJ6txI/AAAAAAAAALg/_z0dZv5VH1k/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347688244318818914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbOH_wn0mI/AAAAAAAAALY/UUU9KA90oqw/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-42.jpg" /&gt;These cannons were heavy and moving them required many men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbN-7e0nPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aMCKO7cajZ8/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347688088551595250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbN-7e0nPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aMCKO7cajZ8/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The men lived pretty primitive even though they had a roof overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbNhx5fRaI/AAAAAAAAALI/ol5kDI680pg/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347687587762881954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbNhx5fRaI/AAAAAAAAALI/ol5kDI680pg/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cannons were every few feet around the top of the Fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbNRHyD8OI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZfLleFlTGQY/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347687301579534562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbNRHyD8OI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZfLleFlTGQY/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready? Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gorgeous old stone house close to the Fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbMq9bbQAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tBN3mlzfbbg/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347686645965209602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbMq9bbQAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tBN3mlzfbbg/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kent &amp;amp; Tom are standing on the French fighting field. A long trench is still visible, but now it is covered with grass. You can almost visualize the men in their colorful uniforms nervously waiting for the enemy to approach. Awesome place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbMWPsMdhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ym4J4RPmG9w/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347686290090128914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbMWPsMdhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ym4J4RPmG9w/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HANCOCK SHAKER VILLAGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shaker's no longer have members. Their belief in celibacy has made their faith extinct. Converts were needed to keep their organization going, but it just didn't happen. Without a family unit and children how can a religion grow? The men and women were to stay three feet apart at all times and never be alone. In the beginning it worked, but their ending story is rather sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever seen a round barn?&lt;br /&gt;The inside stalls for the animals are round too. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbKUDiwZrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Gj__q2He8Yc/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347684053446321842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbKUDiwZrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Gj__q2He8Yc/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Quarkers used every modern technology available, but this is a machine shop using water to power the machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbJYwvlGfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/imcQpTI3ToI/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347683034787551730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbJYwvlGfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/imcQpTI3ToI/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WESTPOINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This cannon shot is heard each morning and every evening. It is close to the cadet's quarters and not far from the parade grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbIPIFcufI/AAAAAAAAAKY/T3x4J2_Csm0/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347681769742973426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjbIPIFcufI/AAAAAAAAAKY/T3x4J2_Csm0/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cadets are drilling, practicing, or exercising for physical fitness and it is raining. No one seems to care that the weather is bad. Thunder caused us to hurry to the tour bus, but the Army wasn't giving any attention to the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way to go cadets!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaUp0f9O5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7iYrXJKCqhw/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625053737270162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaUp0f9O5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7iYrXJKCqhw/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Westpoint is huge. Can you imagine feeding 4,000 cadets at the same time? It is an amazing place and made us proud of our American patriots like George Washington, General Patton, &amp;amp; President Eisenhower who walked these grounds and learned how to defend our country. The Army has our respect and admiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaTw-aU9rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nhkEuuQbmXI/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347624077145470642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaTw-aU9rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nhkEuuQbmXI/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance to Westpoint Visitor's Center.&lt;br /&gt;Fenced for security and a tank for ambiance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347623519331962210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaTQgZOTWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hnV_7lyTWlU/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NORMAN ROCKWELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we looked at his art the stories unfolded and we were amazed at his dedication and talent! He had a wonderful sense of humor and life in his art was exciting and even sad at times. His detailed pictures were the cover page for The Saturday Evening Post, Boys Life, and other magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaTBzZeWmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CRIzlTGx7IE/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347623266735250018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaTBzZeWmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CRIzlTGx7IE/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaBOnJffPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5bX9eCsc8FY/s1600-h/Kent+%26+Karen-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347603695575989490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SjaBOnJffPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5bX9eCsc8FY/s320/Kent+%26+Karen-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our vacation with Karen &amp;amp; Kent Hugh was a time to renew our friendship and enjoy the time together. We have known each other for several years, but employment took the Hughs to Cedar City while we remained in Price. Many years with just Christmas cards exchanged has kept us in touch. This trip was a wonderful opportunity for long visits, good laughs, and story telling of our pasts. We loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-2956482850811467701?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/2956482850811467701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=2956482850811467701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/2956482850811467701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/2956482850811467701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-vacation-with-hughs-included-visit.html' title='Revolutionary War Sites and more'/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sjfl79xf4SI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HfRWEV6HauY/s72-c/Kent+%26+Karen-59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-6922706526088332870</id><published>2009-03-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:22:06.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Holiday 2008</title><content type='html'>How wonderful to have the entire family be together.  Ryan, Jonna, Darin, Pauli, and Camille surrounding us.  We are in a secluded camping area just as the sun is setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sce18zKR6NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4agQe6hdcuA/s1600-h/Joy+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417941264263378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sce18zKR6NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4agQe6hdcuA/s320/Joy+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-6922706526088332870?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/6922706526088332870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=6922706526088332870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/6922706526088332870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/6922706526088332870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanksgiving-holiday-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving Holiday 2008'/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sce18zKR6NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4agQe6hdcuA/s72-c/Joy+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-7827755348019633928</id><published>2009-03-23T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:03:51.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Thanksgiving Party at Sante Fe in St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScexSKbsdqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tKRh-264lFo/s1600-h/Family+Thanksgiving-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412810730436258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScexSKbsdqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tKRh-264lFo/s320/Family+Thanksgiving-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were 32 of us. WOW! What a gathering. We didn't run out of food either. Danielle decorated the cute tables and we enjoyed the delicious food. We missed the homemade rolls though. Maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-7827755348019633928?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/7827755348019633928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=7827755348019633928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/7827755348019633928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/7827755348019633928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-were-32-of-us.html' title='Family Thanksgiving Party at Sante Fe in St. George'/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScexSKbsdqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tKRh-264lFo/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-1090775462796457006</id><published>2009-03-23T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:54:34.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScevddXwa3I/AAAAAAAAAII/g3KMUB86Zww/s1600-h/Family+Thanksgiving-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316410805769497458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScevddXwa3I/AAAAAAAAAII/g3KMUB86Zww/s320/Family+Thanksgiving-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle, Tana, Jonna, Brandon.  How much fun is it to be together and enjoy talking, laughing and playing.  Tana and Eric arrived by air late on Wed. Yeah!  We would have missed them.  Kyle just made it back from boot camp.  We appreciated the Army getting finished with his initial training in time for our family gathering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-1090775462796457006?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1090775462796457006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=1090775462796457006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1090775462796457006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1090775462796457006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/kyle-tana-jonna-brandon.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScevddXwa3I/AAAAAAAAAII/g3KMUB86Zww/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-5133400934751999422</id><published>2009-03-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:48:19.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sceu2nXzsyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OKdiwDeRhIg/s1600-h/Family+Thanksgiving-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316410138439168802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sceu2nXzsyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OKdiwDeRhIg/s320/Family+Thanksgiving-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle and Jonna, mother and daughter enjoying a moment to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-5133400934751999422?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5133400934751999422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=5133400934751999422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5133400934751999422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5133400934751999422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/danielle-and-jonna-mother-and-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Sceu2nXzsyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OKdiwDeRhIg/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-2940114338768785357</id><published>2009-03-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:45:40.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SceuV_c4okI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1s8-7cldn2w/s1600-h/Family+Thanksgiving-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316409577967231554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SceuV_c4okI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1s8-7cldn2w/s320/Family+Thanksgiving-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle, Pauli, and Joy doing a bit of cleaning up.  We are full and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-2940114338768785357?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/2940114338768785357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=2940114338768785357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/2940114338768785357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/2940114338768785357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/danielle-pauli-and-joy-doing-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SceuV_c4okI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1s8-7cldn2w/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-1435077194561906731</id><published>2009-03-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:43:27.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of us had fun playing pool.  Brayden wanted to play, but Grandma said, "no way!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScetbCSuJYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BL_v6LTJORM/s1600-h/Family+Thanksgiving-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316408565117625730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScetbCSuJYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BL_v6LTJORM/s320/Family+Thanksgiving-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-1435077194561906731?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1435077194561906731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=1435077194561906731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1435077194561906731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1435077194561906731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-of-us-had-fun-playing-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScetbCSuJYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BL_v6LTJORM/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-5027794423040284572</id><published>2009-03-23T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:28:34.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScesS-RBaNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vDh-YEYJgpk/s1600-h/Family+Thanksgiving-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316407327086176466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScesS-RBaNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vDh-YEYJgpk/s320/Family+Thanksgiving-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan was a good sport and went swimming with Brayden and Cooper. Mitch and Connor were there to cause water fights with the noodles until they got tired which was about 30 minutes long. No one got hurt badly, but their skin looked pretty red. Brooke was there too, but she avoided the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-5027794423040284572?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5027794423040284572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=5027794423040284572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5027794423040284572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5027794423040284572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ryan-was-good-sport-and-went-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/ScesS-RBaNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vDh-YEYJgpk/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-5967668887174726226</id><published>2009-03-23T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:02:47.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Scep9vLH5aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUxFix9BzY0/s1600-h/Family+Thanksgiving-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316404763234395554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Scep9vLH5aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUxFix9BzY0/s320/Family+Thanksgiving-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are just waiting for something to happen, like when will dinner be ready?&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, McKensie, Connor, and Mitch just four of the fourteen grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-5967668887174726226?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/5967668887174726226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=5967668887174726226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5967668887174726226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/5967668887174726226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-at-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/Scep9vLH5aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUxFix9BzY0/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-1708489195130103052</id><published>2008-07-24T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:47.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monuments dedicated to the Rescuers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjDEoqbVcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aNwC9SGZ9Cg/s1600-h/South+Dekota-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226641851965724098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjDEoqbVcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aNwC9SGZ9Cg/s320/South+Dekota-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjC8VJgaPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6IY-15gRgDU/s1600-h/South+Dekota-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226641709288417522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjC8VJgaPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6IY-15gRgDU/s320/South+Dekota-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-1708489195130103052?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1708489195130103052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=1708489195130103052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1708489195130103052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1708489195130103052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjDEoqbVcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aNwC9SGZ9Cg/s72-c/South+Dekota-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-4740337450871536637</id><published>2008-07-24T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:47.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjB5mATGtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QXG1e5xi2HY/s1600-h/South+Dekota-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226640562761964242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjB5mATGtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QXG1e5xi2HY/s320/South+Dekota-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martin's Cove where the Handcart Pioneers were caught in the cold winter in November.  The bitter wind and snow prevented them from continuing their trek.  Many died before they were rescued by men from Salt Lake sent by Brigham Young.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-4740337450871536637?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/4740337450871536637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=4740337450871536637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/4740337450871536637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/4740337450871536637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/07/martins-cove-where-handcart-pioneers.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SIjB5mATGtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QXG1e5xi2HY/s72-c/South+Dekota-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-2526691632910085460</id><published>2008-05-24T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:56:02.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are some of the fun photos we took on Mother's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-2526691632910085460?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/2526691632910085460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=2526691632910085460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/2526691632910085460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/2526691632910085460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-are-some-of-fun-photos-we-took-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-1763619056959859014</id><published>2008-05-24T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:48.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDicc0ciFgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yM6MxDcTJXE/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081388355196418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDicc0ciFgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yM6MxDcTJXE/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDicdUciFhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oM-UueCNVyg/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081396945131026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDicdUciFhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oM-UueCNVyg/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDicdkciFiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/o5eX9SGZ79I/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081401240098338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDicdkciFiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/o5eX9SGZ79I/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-1763619056959859014?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/1763619056959859014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=1763619056959859014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1763619056959859014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/1763619056959859014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_2370.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDicc0ciFgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yM6MxDcTJXE/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-3433595380670870066</id><published>2008-05-24T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:49:30.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mother's Day in St. George was warm until the wind blew.  This group of our family came for two reasons.  The first was for Pauli, Steve, and Camille to participate in a triathlon.  The second was to be together and enjoy Mother's Day as family. &lt;br /&gt;       The wind caused Pauli and Camille's swim to be cancelled, but Steve did it.  He said he drank a lot of lake water, but hey, he finished which was the reward in doing this crazy kind of thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;         We enjoyed meeting our newest great grandbaby, Mason.  He hardly made any fuss.  What a good baby!  Lincoln is about to walk and we loved seeing him and his parents, Mel and Adam.  We wanted more time with all of them, but they had to go home to their own lives.  We hope they miss the warm weather and the good company here in St. George.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-3433595380670870066?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/3433595380670870066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=3433595380670870066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/3433595380670870066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/3433595380670870066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-in-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-8291208281557505395</id><published>2008-05-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:49.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZNEciFbI/AAAAAAAAADM/QoxSOtDj99U/s1600-h/Copy+of+Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204077819237373362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZNEciFbI/AAAAAAAAADM/QoxSOtDj99U/s320/Copy+of+Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZNkciFcI/AAAAAAAAADU/jnkyYgqqcoI/s1600-h/Copy+of+Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204077827827307970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZNkciFcI/AAAAAAAAADU/jnkyYgqqcoI/s320/Copy+of+Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZN0ciFdI/AAAAAAAAADc/W3GxRTSz0d0/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204077832122275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZN0ciFdI/AAAAAAAAADc/W3GxRTSz0d0/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZOEciFeI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2MwHv46F44/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204077836417242594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZOEciFeI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2MwHv46F44/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZOUciFfI/AAAAAAAAADs/7tW0OoLF-To/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204077840712209906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZOUciFfI/AAAAAAAAADs/7tW0OoLF-To/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-8291208281557505395?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/8291208281557505395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=8291208281557505395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/8291208281557505395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/8291208281557505395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_6602.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiZNEciFbI/AAAAAAAAADM/QoxSOtDj99U/s72-c/Copy+of+Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-3288242519922031933</id><published>2008-05-24T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:36:54.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morgan, Brooke, and Cooper spent a little time in the pool at the clubhouse.  They are great swimmers and seem to love the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-3288242519922031933?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/3288242519922031933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=3288242519922031933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/3288242519922031933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/3288242519922031933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/05/morgan-brooke-and-cooper-spent-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-572943637602211160</id><published>2008-05-24T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:49.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='These children are like fish.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiSYkciFVI/AAAAAAAAACc/RtJa5RnX3K8/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204070320224474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiSYkciFVI/AAAAAAAAACc/RtJa5RnX3K8/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiSZUciFWI/AAAAAAAAACk/Em9j8TkrbNk/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204070333109376354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiSZUciFWI/AAAAAAAAACk/Em9j8TkrbNk/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiSZkciFXI/AAAAAAAAACs/dfcYR-xwWBE/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204070337404343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiSZkciFXI/AAAAAAAAACs/dfcYR-xwWBE/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782903235017037683-572943637602211160?l=tomjoyolson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/feeds/572943637602211160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4782903235017037683&amp;postID=572943637602211160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/572943637602211160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782903235017037683/posts/default/572943637602211160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomjoyolson.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_4892.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590812547094072753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiSYkciFVI/AAAAAAAAACc/RtJa5RnX3K8/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782903235017037683.post-5268019440265975314</id><published>2008-05-24T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:50.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pauli had a great Mother&apos;s Day with her girls and grandbabies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6hz0ML7DjA/SDiP70ciFSI/AAAAAAAAACE/QQdi5YCcaEo/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+%26+Bike+with+Jonna-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204067627279979810" style="DISPLAY: block; 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