Nikki and Peter's baby, Gabriel made his timely entrance into the world last week on December 4th (his due date). He weighed 8 lbs. 5 oz. at birth and was 20 inches tall. Perfect! Mother and baby are at home now, and Gabe has already managed to pack on a little more weight. Nikki's mother and step-father, Janice and Galen, are here to help and take some fantastic pictures. Thanks to everyone who volunteered to bring them meals. They are much appreciated during this busy time.
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Jeane's surprise birthday included many wonderful moments. Some of which were the red carpet leading to a throne and crown, some beautiful singers, enlarged photos of her life, a fantastic PowerPoint of her finer points and my favorite; a poem by Angela Haight.
Ode to Jeane
(with apologies to Clement C. Moore)
‘Twas long after midnight and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a . . . . .
WAIT!
Someone is stirring!
It’s Jeane--stirring, and stirring, and stirring.
Her round loaves were rising ready to bake
Just as the dawn was starting to break,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
She turned from her stove to see what was the matter.
And what to her wondering eyes did appear
But a fresh bolt of flannel with patterns so dear.
Off to the laundry she flew with a dash,
The fabric was dunked and dried in a flash.
Then off to her sewing room, scissors in hand,
To cut and design her very own brand.
Her eyes how they twinkled, her white curls so merry,
Her step lively and quick like a fluttering fairy.
A passel of pins she held tight in her teeth,
And the batting encircled her head like a wreath.
One blanket, two blankets, three blankets, four.
Dozens and dozens, and then a few more.
For a moment she dozed on her favorite chair
But the phone rang and rang till she finally got there.
“We need ten dozen rolls and some cookies to boot,
And by the way, could you play? Yes, it’s today!”
Jeane is a woman who lacks the word NO.
“Of course I’ll be there, I’ll give it a go.”
And brushing the flour and lint from her dress,
She packed up the food and ignored the big mess,
Grabbed the rolls, and the cookies and music to play.
Not a second to waste on another full day.
She sprang to her car, turned the key, gave a whistle,
And flew down Orange Ave. like the down on a thistle
To distribute the bountiful fruits of her labors
To her L.D.S. friends and most fortunate neighbors.
Yes, Jeane is a marvel, a friend without peer,
A woman we cherish each day of the year.
But when you turn ninety and still have your mind
Plus a heart full of love and a touch that is kind,
You deserve a big party, and even a cake
With candles and frosting that you didn’t make!
Jeane will blush and she’ll flush and she’ll say, “It’s not true,”
But those who know best say it’s long overdue.
Thank you, dear Jeane, you’re solid gold to the core.
Happy Birthday to you and many, many more!
Midsummer Night Picnic in the Park
Come say farewell to the Giles Family
before they head off to Chicago.
Potluck picnic
A-E salad
F-L main dish
M-R side dish
S-Z dessert
Paper products and drinks will be provided
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If you have any questions call
Anne 269-8969 or Cassie 280-4782
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