Alaskanforgetmenot

I got Sissy Marie three years ago in Anchorage, Alaska in July of 2010. My cat Pokey had passed away with Liver Cancer and I was going to wait until I left Alaska to get another cat. But on the way to the Anchorage Alaska Temple with my friend Cathy Boney I stopped in at the Animal Shelter. When I saw this cute little calico I knew I wanted this cat. She came all the way with me to Boise on Alaska Airlines last May 31st, 2012 and we had a stop over in Seattle. By the time we got to Boise, Sissy was pretty dragged out as I was. Boise, Idaho is now our home but not sure if I'll stay here. It gets too hot in the summertime for one thing and I I'll planned on movie to my homestate of Oregon. This September I want to visit Lagrande, Oregon where I attended college right out of highschool.

Nieces and nephews from Washington state (My sister's grandkids and great-grandkids.)

It's the 4th of July again and I'm thankful for the freedoms I do enjoy. However, I am not too happy with a government full of secret combinations trying to destroy that freedom: such as wanting to take the right to bear arms & make it illegal for our military to pray. I think these are fundamental constitutional rights. We've shed too much blood America for our own governmental leaders to take our constitutional rights from us.

I have a little story about San Francisco Trolly's. Well when I was 20 years old I had the opportunity to go to the Oakland Temple with a bunch of kids from the LDS church. My dad told me to be sure and visit San Francisco and Fisherman's Wharf if I had the chance. Well when dad was a young man he took my grandfather Jessie Strode to see his mother. His parents had divorced when he was a little boy. His mother stayed on in California while his dad moved to Washington State. Dad had an old Model T Ford and I guess it was too fast for Grandpa Jessie. He said--"Better slow down son." Anyway, I never got to see San Francisco or Fisherman's Wharf because someone had taken my suitcase at the temple. The kids got to take a tour but I was left at the temple site looking for that suitcase. Well years later when I went to Anchorage, Alaska I was made homeless by the man who brought me there. I was staying in this homeless shelter in Anchorage and every Saturda...

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I think going to the temple was the only thing that brought me back to church. Doing temple work and geneological research has always been very important to me. I remember the first time I went to the temple in Oakland, California my mother had made me a beautiful dress. Well someone stole my suitcase in the fitting rooms and that beautiful dress. After our temple session the kids got to go to Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco but I didn't get to go as I was looking for my suitcase. They had so many beautiful fountains and flowers. A sign said "Do not pick the flowers." Well I didn't have any shoes as they were in my suitcase and I remember picking flowers in that beautiful garden. Well some snotty Mormon girl said--"Can't you read? The sign said don't pick the flowers!" She told me I looked like some kind of hippy picking the flowers too because of having no shoes. I just looked at her and said--"I don't think God cares if ...