<?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-4695507695455706012</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:40:27.792-08:00</updated><category term='90 years old'/><category term='Home Show'/><category term='Mantua'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Utah'/><category term='St. George'/><category term='Strawberry Dam'/><category term='funerals'/><category term='family'/><category term='death'/><category term='Paradise'/><category term='Brigham City'/><category term='righteous'/><title type='text'>Paul Olsen Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-3064152062837666202</id><published>2009-07-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:37:18.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. George'/><title type='text'>Happy 25th Birthday, Tim?</title><content type='html'>While in Utah in February at the Home Show, Carol Anne and Tim joined Scott's family, Grandpa Olsen and Edna for a birthday party for Tim. Through Amy's efforts, the family stayed for the week of the home show at a place called World Mart, a condo association for vacation members. Carol Anne brought Tim and cake and we celebrated his 52nd birthday, not his 25th birthday. He's such a funny guy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOBjhsu9kI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z_cBACYrPMc/s1600-h/TimCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOBjhsu9kI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z_cBACYrPMc/s320/TimCake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270428842423874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Carol Anne enjoy Lyndsay's new baby girl. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOB8NQsXNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/QDxIiU2CSHY/s1600-h/CarolandAmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOB8NQsXNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/QDxIiU2CSHY/s320/CarolandAmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270852852833490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Carson, Judy, Mark and Dora enjoyed the evening's festivities. (Although, they looked pretty wiped from the days festivities.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOCZkeKDgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/1oCxP7Zhqks/s1600-h/Family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOCZkeKDgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/1oCxP7Zhqks/s320/Family2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360271357299527170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Riley and Ryan enjoy the anticipation of delicious chocolate cake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOC2le0UXI/AAAAAAAAAic/JqU13IQAW40/s1600-h/Family6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOC2le0UXI/AAAAAAAAAic/JqU13IQAW40/s320/Family6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360271855786938738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Shelly, Judy, Scott and Jon seem contented after a good dinner and delicious cake. So much of the home show is walking and climbing stairs and riding around the entire valley of St. George, Ivans, Bloomington and Washington. It's a big area to cover, but they're undaunted.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmODF3xMkxI/AAAAAAAAAik/36SntROrXPE/s1600-h/Family7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmODF3xMkxI/AAAAAAAAAik/36SntROrXPE/s320/Family7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360272118393901842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already in the planning stages of next years home show parade in St. George. If you want to get away from the winter's cold and snow, make plans to come to St. George and enjoy the warmth and spectacular homes. A good time is usually had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-3064152062837666202?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3064152062837666202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=3064152062837666202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/3064152062837666202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/3064152062837666202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-25th-birthday-tim.html' title='Happy 25th Birthday, Tim?'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmOBjhsu9kI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z_cBACYrPMc/s72-c/TimCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-5896159296922145523</id><published>2009-07-19T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:02:29.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. George'/><title type='text'>Family Trip to St. George</title><content type='html'>Once a year some of the Olsen family make a pilgrimage to St. George to scope out the very expensive homes on the annual home show tour. February 2009 was no exception. Reed and Jeannie, Dale and Sharon, Scott and Judy and some of their children make this a special event. Jon and Shelley, Lyndsay, Ryan and their kids, Mark and Dora and their kids, Amy and Matt and their kids, Mandy and Jim and their kids, Chris and Stacy and Carson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Carol joined them this year and spent time visiting with Grandpa Olsen and Edna.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN3tZjeClI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Y2iuU1d2uiE/s1600-h/DadNEdna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN3tZjeClI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Y2iuU1d2uiE/s320/DadNEdna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360259603338496594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather in St. George was ideal for the home show. On occasion there was overcast clouds, but unfortunately, no rain. Once again the houses chosen for the tour inspired jealousy and envy. Swimming pools, home movie theaters, magnificent furnishings, elaborate kitchens and pots. Yes, that's right pots!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN4lLIyU5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gciHvMqOlT8/s1600-h/Pots6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN4lLIyU5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gciHvMqOlT8/s320/Pots6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360260561541157778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lady stopped and blocked traffic while entering a house in Sand Hallow. She moved back and forth and spied closely the above pot as if it were a rare treasure and a very unusual find. Carol studied the pot and could find no tell tale signs of antiquity or rarity. However, this woman's unusual behavior was intriguing. So Carol did a study of pots. Here's a few of these fascinating pots:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5FCmzXXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ie0cywfUEqs/s1600-h/Pot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5FCmzXXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ie0cywfUEqs/s320/Pot1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360261109006949746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5L7zKeJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7YxqpAJwvjY/s1600-h/Pots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5L7zKeJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7YxqpAJwvjY/s320/Pots2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360261227438831762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5RdHLXaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pVqzRwES2_k/s1600-h/Pots4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5RdHLXaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pVqzRwES2_k/s320/Pots4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360261322280492450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5W4BlTNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UYCDfOrCV3Q/s1600-h/Pots5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5W4BlTNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UYCDfOrCV3Q/s320/Pots5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360261415404129490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5fWpIi0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/wAz77oB-vOw/s1600-h/Pots8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5fWpIi0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/wAz77oB-vOw/s320/Pots8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360261561062034242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5kMWInZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nith5b3ttDc/s1600-h/Pots9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN5kMWInZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nith5b3ttDc/s320/Pots9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360261644197338514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of favorites during the tour. Homes with more square feet than sense, houses with unnecessary rooms and irrational use of space. One house had a basement that looked more like a sports complex: basketball court, climbing wall, handball court, weight room, and gold putting green. Who needs all that? Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Anne had favorites. Bathrooms seemed to be one her list:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN6CFgsKAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/IEe0czfe7Vs/s1600-h/BathroomFav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN6CFgsKAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/IEe0czfe7Vs/s320/BathroomFav.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360262157758638082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that something? Neat huh?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming pools were also a source of great fascination and admiration. This is really special. This house butts up against Snow Canyon and Tuachan's area. Spectacular: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN6c0Ruv8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/uiJbktpKfc4/s1600-h/CarolPool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN6c0Ruv8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/uiJbktpKfc4/s320/CarolPool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360262616988958658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any's favorite was a house in Bloomington that featured a private pedicure foot bath. No expense was spared: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN6zGAXwxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hqeOYFknsmo/s1600-h/FootBath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN6zGAXwxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hqeOYFknsmo/s320/FootBath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360262999705109266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we should all run out and have a foot bath installed in your homes. It's what the rich, discerning individual would have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-5896159296922145523?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5896159296922145523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=5896159296922145523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/5896159296922145523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/5896159296922145523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-trip-to-st-george.html' title='Family Trip to St. George'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SmN3tZjeClI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Y2iuU1d2uiE/s72-c/DadNEdna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-5894194304625026531</id><published>2009-01-04T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:44:40.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mantua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funerals'/><title type='text'>Death--The Final Frontier!</title><content type='html'>No, it's not a bad thing to think about death. I was just thinking the other day and wondering exactly what mom might be up to right now. As I said in a previous post she loved her extended family, and believe me, she had an extended family. Her dad was one of eighteen children. That's right, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EIGHTEEN&lt;/span&gt;. (It took two wives to produce all those kids, but it's a fact!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first major funeral I attended that of my grandfather Edward Price Oldham.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF2Q-ePM1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Cwiwq_Ok9Fc/s1600-h/OldhamFuneral1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF2Q-ePM1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Cwiwq_Ok9Fc/s400/OldhamFuneral1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287637471529481042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was one year old. The picture at the heading of this blog is our family in 1956 at Grandpa's funeral. If I could recall that time, it was probably the first and last time I ever saw Max's wife, Kay and her oldest children. Funerals are a time when families gather--probably the only time in some cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said that grandpa had about one thousand first and second cousins. I don't doubt that for a moment. So you see, mom is probably having the time of her "death" enjoying the family once more. They were a tight knit group, one that was highly interested in each other and in the comings and goings of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next funeral that I remember with a lot of pain, is Grandma Annie Obray Oldham's&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF3QMsqd8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/xa14WwAa2qA/s1600-h/AnnieFuneral2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF3QMsqd8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/xa14WwAa2qA/s400/AnnieFuneral2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287638557679843266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; funeral in 1968. I was thirteen. She'd had a stroke and spent the remainder of her days slipping away because she loved life too much to remain inactive. I loved my Grandma Oldham veraciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's mother, Geneva Lund Olsen, died in 1972.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF4IcXfp4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/8RLbyoo2h9Q/s1600-h/OlsenFuneral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF4IcXfp4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/8RLbyoo2h9Q/s400/OlsenFuneral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639523958695810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had suffered from what they lovingly referred to as "hardening of the arteries". We might call it something all together different these days. But she passed peacefully away on her couch. She was a marvelous lady and a great cook. I gotta tell you that was the last time I've seen some of those cousins pictured on the left. Like I said before, funerals bring families together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally in Utah, the fourth Monday in May was referred to as "Decoration Day". It was set aside to honor those dearly departed with flowers--real or plastic. We never missed a decoration day even after moving to California. Our first stop was Mantua, Utah where dad grew up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF4969bgpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GyjYBB7kQhw/s1600-h/OlsenGraves2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF4969bgpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GyjYBB7kQhw/s400/OlsenGraves2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640442703938194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next stop was Paradise where mom was raised.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF5Ktx3ZnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Hak7ZHxGMZM/s1600-h/OldhamGraves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF5Ktx3ZnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Hak7ZHxGMZM/s400/OldhamGraves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640662504072818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I don't recall going to Grandpa Abner Scott Olsen's funeral and that's just tragic. But lastly I shall never forget my own mother's funeral. It took place on Christmas Eve 2005.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF6G1h3Y8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vqdPRV4Eh9Q/s1600-h/CAnDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF6G1h3Y8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vqdPRV4Eh9Q/s400/CAnDad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287641695376597954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that a wonderful day to hold a funeral? Not! What can I say. It was my mother who died. Sometimes in your mind you think they'll live forever and always be there for you. Her impending death wasn't suspected, however she was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ninety years old&lt;/span&gt; and had been sick and needed a lot of care, but she was mentally as sharp as a tack and just as prickly. In fact I was ticked at her the very day she passed away because I selfishly wanted her to come to California and spend Christmas with my family. She died that night. Boy! Try to get over that heartache quickly. But being with my not-too-serious family helped immensely. We had a celebration instead of a wake, although it was sad and buckets and buckets of tears were shed; we partied. She wouldn't have wanted anything other than a big Olsen family party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to my thought. Death! Is it something to be feared or welcomed? Someone in their testimony today said how wonderful a plan it is of the Lord's to provide for a passing from this mortal existence when this mortal body is incapable of living past a certain age or physical ability. To some it is a blessed release. Others think it is a terrible shame that some people are taken much too early. Yet who are we to say they really were too young or taken too soon? We just don't know the plan of our Heavenly Father and we certainly don't know what their mission in life or in death was. For an excellent discourse on death, the ramifications and the blessings see &lt;a href="http://latterdaycommentary.blogspot.com/2008/08/death-is-time-of-reflection.html"&gt;Tim's blog&lt;/a&gt;. This is part of a talk he has given at many funeral services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death--such a pleasant New Year's topic, don't you think? 'Cause we never know what the new year will bring. Are you ready?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-5894194304625026531?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5894194304625026531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=5894194304625026531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/5894194304625026531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/5894194304625026531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-final-frontier.html' title='Death--The Final Frontier!'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SWF2Q-ePM1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Cwiwq_Ok9Fc/s72-c/OldhamFuneral1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-5490836258192558687</id><published>2008-12-21T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:26:50.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteous'/><title type='text'>Helen Oldham Olsen</title><content type='html'>Dale called me this morning but I missed his call since I was in church. He wanted to talk about mother&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SU7nhaIQSbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/peOscybCQlU/s1600-h/helen+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SU7nhaIQSbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/peOscybCQlU/s400/helen+32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282413974087813554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who passed away three years ago yesterday. Sometimes I get so busy with my life, working a good chuck of the time, and filling the rest of my days with writing, so at times I forget to remember mom. I had to stop and think about her yesterday because a man who commented on Tim's blog wanted to talk to him. Before Tim talks to people he likes to check them out to make sure they're not kooks. He found this guy's ancestral blog wherein he mentioned having some relatives from Paradise, Utah. I was intrigued because his ancestor's last name was Bishop. My great-great grandmother was a Bishop. I went through my PAF program and found his great great grandfather. They were brother and sister. Small world, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking that mom would probably know this man. It seemed like she knew everyone that lived in or around Paradise and their children and children's children.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SU7oVA3yvaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DW5k7gmNF-4/s1600-h/helen+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SU7oVA3yvaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DW5k7gmNF-4/s400/helen+15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414860661079458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was just that linked in to the community of people there. There was a lot of intermarrying between groups that came from England and settled in Paradise. Anyway, that started me thinking about mom. There wasn't anything that I liked better than to sit in the dining room of the old Paradise home and listen to the stories of ancestors. Mom and Grandma Oldham knew everybody in Paradise and was probably related to about 80% of them. There was always an Uncle Ez or Aunt James or Cousin Lydia that would come around and talk for hours. I just wish I would have been smart enough to write down some of those conversations. Gosh, I miss mom if for no other reason than she knew so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with Dale and commiserating about missing our mother, I hung up the phone and cried for quite a while. Sometimes I feel like I'm not being loyal and feel guilty because I don't think about her enough or mourn for her enough. But isn't that the beauty of the gospel? We don't have to sit around in sorrow and anguish because we know where our beloved has gone to and we know that with any luck and a lot of hard work, we'll see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this time of Christmas when we remember mom and the Savior and that He was resurrected and made it possible for ALL of us to have that same privilege, let us remember mom, even though her body may rest in the ground&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SU7oh7dIhlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Blsk_yOQGCE/s1600-h/helenfuneral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SU7oh7dIhlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Blsk_yOQGCE/s400/helenfuneral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282415082545382994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she will once again walk upon the earth, hug each of her children, her grandchildren and her great grandchildren that she didn't have the privilege of meeting while she was here on earth. Isn't that the true meaning of Christmas--the blessings of immortality and eternal life? The blessings of being forgiven, renewed and cleansed from sin? Isn't that the beauty of the gospel? It is, my dear family. I loved my mother very much. She taught me the gospel and expected all of us to live it. Her legacy to us was her capacity to love and her testimony of the truth. When I remember mother, I don't want to sit around and weep and wail, I want to get up and work. I want her to be proud and pleased with my behavior and the things that I accomplish. There is no greater tribute to a mother than to have faithful, righteous children and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas to the Olsen's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-5490836258192558687?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5490836258192558687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=5490836258192558687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/5490836258192558687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/5490836258192558687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/helen-oldham-olsen.html' title='Helen Oldham Olsen'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SU7nhaIQSbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/peOscybCQlU/s72-c/helen+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-8702117415926213140</id><published>2008-11-30T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:42:48.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strawberry Dam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Pilgrimage!</title><content type='html'>The Olsen clan has taken camping trips on Labor Day weekend for many, many years. 2008 was no exception. For those of us in the family that couldn't attend, we missed out. We missed the bugs, the animals, the blackened camp food, the incessant smoke, the freezing temperatures at night and the fun-ending torrential downpour. But we also missed the camaraderie, the family craziness, the laughter, the Rummy, (the cheating), and the family bond that's strengthened from just being together in a shared experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, as in year's passed the group at large decided on &lt;a href="http://www.usbr.gov/dataweb/dams/strawberry_dam.htm"&gt;Strawberry Dam&lt;/a&gt; in Eastern Utah.(It's on the map under Soldier Creek.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMv1cETmNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yyTi9M0mmmg/s1600-h/StrawberryMap.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMv1cETmNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yyTi9M0mmmg/s320/StrawberryMap.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274612183694809298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to my niece, Amy Pretl, they camped on Current Creek a few miles away from the actual dam and lake. For the most part, a good time was had by all. However, the last two days they were drenched by a rain storm. Too bad, sorry I missed it. (Not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of their activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing the Olsen's do well is talk--and I'm sure they had a lot of time to do just that. Looks like everyone's having a great time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMssjj5rCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bigDB_yFtXs/s1600-h/PassingTim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMssjj5rCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bigDB_yFtXs/s320/PassingTim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274608732552670242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're always eager to pass the love of camping onto the next generation. Babies are included.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMs9jhhC-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/EloTEwVHJ2E/s1600-h/NewCamper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMs9jhhC-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/EloTEwVHJ2E/s320/NewCamper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274609024600443874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're not always sure what kids pick up to eat. We just hope it isn't bugs or animal left overs or ashes from the fire. Carter simply looks like he's having fun, regardless of what he just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMtNTfinNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/etsOynu-fnc/s1600-h/KidsEat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMtNTfinNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/etsOynu-fnc/s320/KidsEat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274609295175097554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the main disadvantages of Strawberry dam is the bears. Look out Judy, you've got an old grizzly behind you! Quick Judy, get the Raid!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMtgnItOMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/LFPsty2agKc/s1600-h/OldGrizzy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMtgnItOMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/LFPsty2agKc/s320/OldGrizzy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274609626865547458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reed's been attacked by a vicious animal, luckily he was able to subdue it before anyone else was harmed. (That's just Maggy! She wouldn't hurt anybody.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMuD5Bg-_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/4DbbZs4qJtY/s1600-h/Animal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMuD5Bg-_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/4DbbZs4qJtY/s320/Animal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274610232962644978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old traditions are passed along to the new generation. Looks like Grandpa Olsen's rummy's still going strong. Where's Dale? Is he cheating?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMtx7KrETI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jXNtzUV7il4/s1600-h/Runny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMtx7KrETI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jXNtzUV7il4/s320/Runny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274609924300280114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did somebody mention smoke? You could always use it to send signals all the way to California if you're lucky.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMwjWSvdOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ML5CQkEKoVo/s1600-h/SmokeGets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMwjWSvdOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ML5CQkEKoVo/s320/SmokeGets.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274612972418725090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone ever see "Passage to Zarahemla". Too cute! Gotta love those children. They're the ones that remember these camping trips the most.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMw6WRxgLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uThgTIY73zo/s1600-h/PassagetoZarahemla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMw6WRxgLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uThgTIY73zo/s320/PassagetoZarahemla.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274613367551656114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nobody could be happier that when surrounded by his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, even if he can't remember their names. That's what we have computers for. Right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMxSCFnHsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uRfWUU9yy9A/s1600-h/Grandpa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMxSCFnHsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uRfWUU9yy9A/s320/Grandpa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274613774448795330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have been a blast--right up the part when the rain fell. However, I doubt the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olsen Family Camping Spirit&lt;/span&gt; was dampened even if the weather was nasty. That's just gives us something to talk about at the next family camp out, like the folding chair incident and the rubber raft incident and the hurricane incident, and, and...so many more that I can't name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-8702117415926213140?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8702117415926213140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=8702117415926213140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/8702117415926213140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/8702117415926213140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/labor-day-pilgrimage.html' title='Labor Day Pilgrimage!'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/STMv1cETmNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yyTi9M0mmmg/s72-c/StrawberryMap.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-8059158680643826918</id><published>2008-11-08T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:44:42.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 90 years of life!</title><content type='html'>On October 25, 2008, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul Olsen clan&lt;/span&gt; celebrated Paul's 90 years of life. It was a great party for Paul surrounded by his loving HUGE family. All of his five children, (Pictured at the top of the blog as youngsters), were in attendance. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Just one apology up front. My pictures did not turn out even with a digital camera. They looked like I took them under water. So thanks to Hillary King, my beloved niece, the following pictures are what we have of the event. It my family has more pictures, please advise.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Head of the Paul Olsen Clan: &lt;br /&gt;Paul Olsen and his wife, Edna&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdzGw24API/AAAAAAAAAMs/64ulTlj8wIg/s1600-h/dadNedna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdzGw24API/AAAAAAAAAMs/64ulTlj8wIg/s400/dadNedna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266804849264558322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul Olsen's children: &lt;/span&gt;David, Reed, Paul(father), Dale, Carol Anne &amp; Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRca6cYUb7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ueJfmeALDxg/s1600-h/DadNKidsSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRca6cYUb7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ueJfmeALDxg/s400/DadNKidsSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266707880586014642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty of his thirty four grandchildren were there and numbers concourses of great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren were there. As well as dear friends and close relatives. We enjoyed browsing the numerous photos of family, looking at picture books, and reminiscing. We ate a delicious meal of baked potatoes and a varying variety of homemade salads. Laura, Joe's wife made a fantastic cake. With pictures of Paul's life actually made in frosting as the decoration.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRd0O6U-kMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nj692AVJIWA/s1600-h/Cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRd0O6U-kMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nj692AVJIWA/s400/Cake1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266806088757317826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it remarkable. Congratulations to Laura, great job!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRd0aW7iAWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yA32WkL1uoQ/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRd0aW7iAWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yA32WkL1uoQ/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266806285413777762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scott and Judy Olsen's Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott &amp; Judy (Paul's oldest son and his wife, the former Judy Jorgenson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRciBPHW6YI/AAAAAAAAALE/OtgcX3lkZJE/s1600-h/ScottJudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRciBPHW6YI/AAAAAAAAALE/OtgcX3lkZJE/s400/ScottJudy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266715693865691522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allen and DiAnne, (Scott's third son [twin] and his wife the former DiAnne Ranjael)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRchwGWrr3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/KU7boZsMCFA/s1600-h/AllenDiAnneSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRchwGWrr3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/KU7boZsMCFA/s400/AllenDiAnneSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266715399456272242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Dora, (Scott's fourth son [twin] and his wife Dora Ranjael) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdtaS78pAI/AAAAAAAAALM/qHGRdfkVSHg/s1600-h/MarkDoraSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdtaS78pAI/AAAAAAAAALM/qHGRdfkVSHg/s400/MarkDoraSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266798587760387074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe and Laura Olsen &amp; family (Scott's son Joe and his wife, the former Laura Findlay)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRduGfg1l8I/AAAAAAAAALU/76s28bZeSik/s1600-h/JoeLauraSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRduGfg1l8I/AAAAAAAAALU/76s28bZeSik/s400/JoeLauraSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266799347050584002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris &amp; Stacy Olsen (Scott's son Chris and the former Stacy Hanson)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRduaqTSICI/AAAAAAAAALc/LiKUEmkBMQo/s1600-h/ChrisStacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRduaqTSICI/AAAAAAAAALc/LiKUEmkBMQo/s400/ChrisStacy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266799693543907362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy and Matt Pretl (Scott's daughter Amy)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRduxSpqcnI/AAAAAAAAALk/822Zc3_9cH8/s1600-h/MattAnySM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRduxSpqcnI/AAAAAAAAALk/822Zc3_9cH8/s400/MattAnySM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266800082332316274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy and Jim Landon (Scott's daughter Mandy)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdvATskeoI/AAAAAAAAALs/nLNdHTmydDM/s1600-h/MandyJimSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdvATskeoI/AAAAAAAAALs/nLNdHTmydDM/s400/MandyJimSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266800340310981250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed &amp; Jeannie Olsen's family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed &amp; Jeannie, 5 children, spouses and grandchildren&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdvgJCbcdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KXZ-2C8huN4/s1600-h/ReedsFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdvgJCbcdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KXZ-2C8huN4/s400/ReedsFamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266800887205687762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dale &amp; Sharon Olsen and Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdv0ysxnQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MMo4MeSHb1E/s1600-h/DalesFamilySM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdv0ysxnQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MMo4MeSHb1E/s400/DalesFamilySM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266801241986538754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David &amp; Shari Olsen's family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon &amp; Shay Stott &amp; family (David's daughter)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdxQmziAiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gk6k2IZs_8c/s1600-h/SharonShaySM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdxQmziAiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gk6k2IZs_8c/s400/SharonShaySM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266802819341615650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &amp; Jeff Brighton &amp; Family (David's daughter)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdw6cJVIcI/AAAAAAAAAME/JAUGxP4__AM/s1600-h/SarahJefSMf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdw6cJVIcI/AAAAAAAAAME/JAUGxP4__AM/s400/SarahJefSMf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266802438523134402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca Olsen (David's daughter)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdxj6DuaxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZdJWMnRkItk/s1600-h/RebeccaSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdxj6DuaxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZdJWMnRkItk/s400/RebeccaSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266803150927325970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul and Jennifer Olsen &amp; family (David's son)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdxyUdvW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/wx6F5pCJfYU/s1600-h/PaulJennifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdxyUdvW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/wx6F5pCJfYU/s400/PaulJennifer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266803398533929906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremiah Olsen (David's son)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdx-Fc6uMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hxDOoiiBzw8/s1600-h/Jeremigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdx-Fc6uMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hxDOoiiBzw8/s400/Jeremigh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266803600662378690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Saving the best for last) Carol &amp; Tim Malone (Paul's only daughter)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRd1Dtiq1jI/AAAAAAAAANM/NPn-T9uZSzM/s1600-h/CarolTimSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRd1Dtiq1jI/AAAAAAAAANM/NPn-T9uZSzM/s400/CarolTimSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266806995858150962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were some family members that couldn't be there and some who are camera shy or were among the blurry photos. But when we consider the day as a whole, I'm sure the rest of my family would agree with me--family is precious. Being with family a joy, and belonging to such a large, multi-generational family a blessing from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-8059158680643826918?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8059158680643826918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=8059158680643826918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/8059158680643826918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/8059158680643826918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrating-90-years-of-life.html' title='Celebrating 90 years of life!'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRdzGw24API/AAAAAAAAAMs/64ulTlj8wIg/s72-c/dadNedna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-876554229749584592</id><published>2008-11-07T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:09:15.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Additions to the Olsen Posterity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Carter Paul Olsen - Son of Paul and Jennifer Olsen, Grandson of David Olsen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David’s son Paul and his wife Jennifer welcomed a new addition &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUqUx6n3RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ziiTqbuXSXc/s1600-h/CarterPaulOlsen1SM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUqUx6n3RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ziiTqbuXSXc/s200/CarterPaulOlsen1SM.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266161875764632850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to their family, Carter Paul Olsen. He was born on July 3rd at 8:57 am weighing six pounds and  three ounces and was eighteen and a half inches long. Unfortunately, he was taken to &lt;a href="http://intermountainhealthcare.org/xp/public/primary/"&gt;Primary Children’s Hospital&lt;/a&gt; about thirty hours after birth as we found out that he was born with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hirschsprung_disease"&gt;Hirschsprungs&lt;/a&gt; disease &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUpRqS51aI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AckQd5tOdzU/s1600-h/carterNicoleSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUpRqS51aI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AckQd5tOdzU/s200/carterNicoleSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266160722667754914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like Paul as a baby, just not as bad. They were able to bring him home on July 16th, and they were so grateful for that he is doing awesome. He is a very well mannered baby and Nicole loves her new little brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charley Olsen - Son of J.P. &amp; Brenna Olsen, Grandson of Mark &amp; Dora Olsen, Great-Grandson of Paul Scott &amp; Judy Olsen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUsCax9rrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6Ez9sYFi1Xw/s1600-h/Dad%26Charley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUsCax9rrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6Ez9sYFi1Xw/s200/Dad%26Charley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266163759339908786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and Judy’s grandson J.P. and his wife Brenna welcomed their first child, Charley on July 7, 2008. Charley weighed seven pounds and eight ounces and was twenty inches long. Brenna describes Charley as a milk lover, sleepy-head, cuddler, and bathtime devotee. “I swear this kid smiles, apparently never at the opportune time for a picture but I'll catch it one day.” (&lt;a href="http://bandjinthehouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catch her blog&lt;/a&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUrsNl7QrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2DQUf3Tl0yQ/s1600-h/SeanJackSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUrsNl7QrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2DQUf3Tl0yQ/s200/SeanJackSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266163377842635442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Jack Fitzgerald, Son of Shelly and Shawn Fitzgerald, Grandson of Shari Olsen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David’s step-daughter Shelly and her husband Shawn Fitzgerald welcomed a new son into their family, Sean Jack. Sean was born on July 2, 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better than that? New husbands and wife's welcoming to their family God's greatest gifts. It's such a miracle to witness and be apart of something so spiritually significant. Congratulations to all these young families. &lt;br /&gt;Good luck and God bless you all in your endeavors to raise a righteous posterity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-876554229749584592?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/876554229749584592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=876554229749584592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/876554229749584592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/876554229749584592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-additions-to-olsen-posterity.html' title='New Additions to the Olsen Posterity'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SRUqUx6n3RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ziiTqbuXSXc/s72-c/CarterPaulOlsen1SM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695507695455706012.post-1847193009422051264</id><published>2008-10-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:45:48.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brigham City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90 years old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>September 08 Happenings in the Olsen Clan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;September 2008; Volume 2, No. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvYCMWT0FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XY8klHjFIbc/s1600-h/BoyBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034522071322706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvYCMWT0FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XY8klHjFIbc/s200/BoyBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOTE FROM THE EDITOR: Where did July and August go to? I’m still shaking my head at the rapid pace this year is passing us by. July 4th, back to school, Labor Day all came and went quickly leaving me speechless. So much has passed under my bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has decided that he’s had enough of living under parental control, (not that we had any control). So he's moved in with some friends and has left us high and dry. We’re empty nesters now. It’s a weird surreal feeling knowing he’s not here, he’s not coming home at night and doesn’t need his mom anymore. Of course when he’s hungry and out of money, then he needs his mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tim and I have been writing. I finished my third novel Saturday night, Sept. 13 at 10 o’clock. I marked the calendar and we had a celebration. I’ve started four more books with lots of ideas for more. I’m not sure where this inspiration has come from, but I welcome it. It’s a challenge. It’s cataclysmic! We also are continuing to write in our blogs. Brenna, J.P. wife has her own blog now. Very cute. Good job. Here are the three sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenna’s: &lt;a href="http://bandjinthehouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bandjinthehouse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim’s is at: &lt;a href="http://www.latterdaycommentary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.latterdaycommentary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is at: &lt;a href="http://carolmalone.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://carolmalone.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary's is at: &lt;a href="http://kingscastle-hill.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kingscastle-hill.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out when you have a minute. It’s good to have a purpose and a goal. Blogging is like journaling for other people to read and comment on. You should read the comment some guy left on my essay on Proposition 8. Some people just want to be contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a pleasure to be able to travel north to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvXRelxbNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oFOpY4e8TeQ/s1600-h/OlsensBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033685154426066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvXRelxbNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oFOpY4e8TeQ/s200/OlsensBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Utah in July for the two family reunions. You just don’t know how much joy I get from seeing a good many of you at these events. Being in California and separated from the majority of my family is not something I find tolerable. But finances being what they are, we’re still in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we get wrapped in the day to day survival and forget how important family really is. And you know that I don’t tell you enough how important you all are to me. So here’s my attempt to let you know that I love you all very much. I miss the interaction of family, the comings and goings, births, baby blessings, graduations, marriages, other monumental moments in your lives and all the other normal activities that you pass through on your journey through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think of us here in California once in a while. Send a photo or leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvYZiqttOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m2d49gHjBnM/s1600-h/7paul+1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034923199476962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvYZiqttOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m2d49gHjBnM/s200/7paul+1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Look Who’s Turning 90!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 19, 2008, Paul Lund Olsen will be turning 90! Is that fantastic or what? Our father, grandfather, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather will be 90! That’s a great milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Lund Olsen, Born October 19, 1918 in Mantua, Box Elder County, Utah the third son of Abner Scott and Geneva Lund Olsen. Brother of Roy, Orma, Blaine, Lois, Frank, Larry, Roger and Zola. Married to Helen Oldham Olsen for 65 years and to Edna Garrett Betenson for two years. Father of Scott, Reed, Dale, David and Carol Anne Olsen Malone. Grandfather to approximately 35 people and great-grandfather to much too many people to count. (Sounds a bit like an obituary, doesn’t it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvbBoWy10I/AAAAAAAAAIU/dgVpW2apTZ4/s1600-h/FamilySM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259037810944563010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvbBoWy10I/AAAAAAAAAIU/dgVpW2apTZ4/s400/FamilySM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, dad, worked as a Navy man, a cop, a fireman, a sheep herder, farmer, chicken rancher, turkey grower, business owner, restaurant afficionado, provision house worker, teamster, semi-truck owner, handyman and mobile home manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad loves to golf, fish, deer hunt, go motor boatin’, campin’, crabbin’ and raise chickens and hang with his boys. He loves all of his family, fiercely. Sometimes he even gets our names right. When we moved to California, he took me and mom all over the state, from San Diego to Shasta, then up into Oregon and Washington, Idaho back down to Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was a handsome young man who worked hard and instilled that work ethic in his family. He was a intensely loyal friend and brother. He loved his mother and cherished her love and teachings. He has an outgoing personality that draws people to him. That’s why the little old ladies from Mobiland adored him, he cared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father has been an inspiration to all of us. We are all enriched by having this great man in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come celebrate his 90th Birthday in Brigham City, Utah, October 25, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695507695455706012-1847193009422051264?l=paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1847193009422051264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695507695455706012&amp;postID=1847193009422051264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/1847193009422051264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695507695455706012/posts/default/1847193009422051264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulolsenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-08-happenings-in-olsen-clan.html' title='September 08 Happenings in the Olsen Clan'/><author><name>CMalone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15909704462592680886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPu94FmgXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4O6m9pqEsX8/S220/onatank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52daFxcxpmg/SPvYCMWT0FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XY8klHjFIbc/s72-c/BoyBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
