tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post2809111977384481486..comments2023-05-03T03:53:55.474-07:00Comments on Atticus Lives: The Flat Roadcatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08651406287846818584noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-9583492343636849462007-04-25T15:58:00.000-07:002007-04-25T15:58:00.000-07:00One of moms favorite stories to tell about her bro...One of moms favorite stories to tell about her brother Roy is when he was on a long drive home, and he was traveling alone so to entertain himself he tied a string to the ear piece of his sunglasses and made it so that when he passed someone he could pull the string and the glasses would jaunt up and down. it makes me smile. i love you guysAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-75720323142835599912007-04-23T21:35:00.000-07:002007-04-23T21:35:00.000-07:00I love to read your writing- I love and miss Neal ...I love to read your writing- I love and miss Neal Maxwell. I love to hear from Ann and Ty. I love Family!! <BR/><BR/>I am so glad that we had so many long drives- they did create so many memories. So much time to sit and think. So much time to pester one another and push feet. So much time to just be with one another- close. . . So much of that time that I miss now:)For nowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00556964636208012925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-33658205047830681942007-04-23T18:03:00.000-07:002007-04-23T18:03:00.000-07:00what about the exploding luggage with clothes all ...what about the exploding luggage with clothes all over the freeway - so many memoriesangiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06530571790165618032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-62711135906270985402007-04-23T16:34:00.000-07:002007-04-23T16:34:00.000-07:00Great post Tyler! It was Patrick!! and he refused...Great post Tyler! It was Patrick!! and he refused to barf into his new hat and so somehow he held off until a better recepticle was found. I was scared to death...the top of Parley's canyon in a van with only two tire tracks to follow with 8 inches of snow on the ground and near white out conditions...I was praying and sweating mightily!...and yes the kids in the back were having a grand time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-4895221754977171982007-04-23T13:07:00.000-07:002007-04-23T13:07:00.000-07:00I remember a trip with you guys driving form Park ...I remember a trip with you guys driving form Park City to Salt Lake in a blizzard, somone was throwing up and the rest of us were laughing our guts off. While Roy was probably scared we were all going to die. We must of made it - but all I remember is the fun we had (at least the kids) even with the smell of someone's lunch all over the van.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-90741921377265058642007-04-23T11:15:00.000-07:002007-04-23T11:15:00.000-07:00I remeber the trip with Jimmy and his broken leg. ...I remeber the trip with Jimmy and his broken leg. that was tragic and conggrats to mom for enduring with him on her lap for hours on endAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-2078343011312343922007-04-22T20:00:00.000-07:002007-04-22T20:00:00.000-07:00I have so many memories of that drive--first with ...I have so many memories of that drive--first with my parents as a small child in the back of a Volkswagon bug, to multiple times as a BYU student, to enduring it with small children. I was a bad mom though--I tried to entertain my kids with a T.V. and movies--no games--anything to keep them happy. But I loved rereading the poem by Robert Frost. As usual, reading things at different stages in my life brings new meanings to them. This time it was almost a completely different poem. Thanks Catherine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-59074981886780618682007-04-22T18:16:00.000-07:002007-04-22T18:16:00.000-07:00catherine, your writing is beautiful, touching, an...catherine, your writing is beautiful, touching, and inspiring. and pat's comment made tears come to my eyes. you and roy have done an amazing job with your family and you are a model tyler and i try to follow with lucy. i love you! we all do!Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03498241185221505031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-8196138912152941642007-04-22T17:42:00.000-07:002007-04-22T17:42:00.000-07:00I still remember the nursing back to health commen...I still remember the nursing back to health comment, and not being so much horrified as confused. I also remember worring, as I still always do, if something happened would I be brave enough to help dad lead the family to safety. (Dad still is and will always be my own personal larger than life John Wayne)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510991719389610417.post-46735013930469845492007-04-22T15:41:00.000-07:002007-04-22T15:41:00.000-07:00I too fondly remember those long drives and great ...I too fondly remember those long drives and great conversations as well as the chance to "sing-along". Too much travel is ruined today from electronic intrusions.....ipods to cell phones to portable dvd players. Thanks for the memories!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com