When you see this photo what do you think of?
Provo's best tax institution? Episode Three of Fight It Out.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
It's Wednesday on Ninth East
When you see this photo what do you think of?
Provo's best tax institution? Episode Three of Fight It Out.
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Jan. 2006, first day in the MTC, before heading to Chicago South. Wow, 4 years ago.
The fact that they won't let you go in anymore. Drop off parking and numbered spots. Hoping one of my daughters holds off getting married till after she serves a mission...or I have a boy at some point soon.
My hubby said....no going inside anymore & endless turn-dispensed cereal for breakfast.
July 1990--heading to Sapporo Japan--scared out of my modest missionary pantyhose.
15 years from now, and then 17 years from now. Mixed bag of feelings, happy, sad and thrilled for the future.
What? You can't go in anymore??? That is very unfortunate. If my family hadn't been able to come in with me, I might not have made it in!
I love the MTC, it has been almost 12 years since I went there. I am sad that they don't let parents go in anymore also. My hubby plays the organ there on Sundays and they said it was because of the H1N1, they are trying to prevent people from bringing it in. Makes sense though. I like to go with him some times. It is nice knowing that I can leave when the fireside is over....
A huge smile on my face....headed to Bordeaux France, July 1998...loving every minute of my MTC time while constantly planning secret trips to Wendy's with my companion. Good times....good lock-you-in-for-2-months times...
Feb 1 1989 is when I entered, headed for England Leeds - been thinking about what I was doing 20 years ago - had been out for a year - transferred to a very trunky companion who didn't want to work much... it was a cloudy time on the mission then...
The beginning of one of the happiest chapters in my life.
This picture reminds me of my siblings. My sister, brother and sister-in-law work in the cafeteria. My brother teaches russian there. I miss them.
I think of my sweet daughter leaving for Upstate New York. She did not want to pose by the sign..."too cheesy" I think was her sentiment! I therefore posed my six year old son by it on our way out. It is a darling photo and hopefully a sign of things to come!
Sending off several cousins and then going myself (Washington Everett Mission), the talk forever ago about how much cereal the MTC goes through every week, and the Called To Serve video where all the missionaries everywhere turn to wave at the camera and singing in various languages.
People parking in MY SPOT across the street at the FLSR. Yes, I had my very own defined spot. Or did. I moved out and moved on.
The day I went into the MTC - February 10, 1993, a week after my 21st birthday. Mixed emotions, just like I had then. I have a son who will be 11 soon. The other day he told me he was scared about his mission. I helped him feel better about it. He's going to be just fine, just like I was just fine. Missions are tough, but that's what makes them great experiences. That, and having the opportunity to serve the Lord more than you ever have before. :)
My brother-in-law who works security there. And when my own hubby used to work all night security shifts there.
Meeting my boyfriend outside the temple while he walked back to the MTC after doing a session.
And then about 6 months later, he got my wedding invitation in the mail. I am catty like that.
How my lunch shift today at Olive Garden is going to be full of missionary families. I love it :)
My brothers.
Makes me think of so many great people--friends, acquaintances, people I don't even know yet that went through that wonderful place. It makes me think of my brothers and husband. It makes me smile.
I think I'm getting old because I just figured out that it has been 19 years since I stood out in front of that brick wall for a photo op before I took the big bus to the SLC airport and then on to Costa Rica...Wow. Times flies. Botox anyone?? :-)
Weddings. (Honestly, ever heard the song about Mormon boys sang by a teenage girl.) Weird huh. But when I think of future husbands for my sweet daughter...I hope they have been there first.
I think about one week ago when we dropped my firstborn off. The tears and the nervous smiles,the superache in my heart, even though this is EXACTLY what I want him to do. Yeah, Wednesdays on Ninth East. It's personal now.
June 1995...getting dropped off by my brother, SIL, 2 college roomates, and my Grandma who has some serious lungs on her...singing "Called to Serve" before they usher the missionaries to the right and the families to the left. Crying my eyes out, but being so excited at the same time...that would be the last time I saw my Grandma. What a great last memory of us together though!!
Many things,two I will share
1) I made the right decision.
2) My son who will stand there soon.
Side note: I have a family member who works at the MTC.She has observed that the new missionaries gain almost a full days learning because the good byes are done before they enter the MTC.
It makes me think, not of the day I entered the MTC, but of the last day my district was together before we all left to serve in our different areas. The family of one of the elders had made candy leis for all of us and we wore them all over that day as we took pictures. I miss those people.
Realising that any of my four daughters may choose this and the son I just had in november will.
So many great memories, went through there with four sons and it was the best time in our family when they were on missions. Glad that it is close to bring back the great memories. My parents also were in the MTC and my father simply said it is heaven on earth.
Nine months and 5 days ago, dropping my brother off to serve in Mexico. And crying my eyes out, sort of like I want to again right now. Also, how hard (yet rewarding) it will be to eventually drop my own son(s) off there someday. It was and will be worth every tear.
How my little sister thought I was totally rude for not wanting to go with her and my parents to drop my littlest sister off over a year ago. Fast forward a few hours and her eyes were swollen from crying so hard as she watch little sister walk away towards the back of the room. I had learned from taking my brothers years earlier, too painful and too sad. Better to say goodbye at the house.
It makes me think of my parents who just entered the MTC on Monday. It also makes my eyes fill with tears because I know I have to say goodbye for 18 months in a few days....
On Wednesdays we drive from Provo to Lindon to spend the day with my grandparents. Our travels take us by the MTC. My daughters ALWAYS ask "Is it crying day at the MTC??" On the other hand, my kids think Sunday is the day the missionaries all get out (and surround the temple!). :) LOVE IT!
Crying day at the MTC. Indeed.
My cousin went there yesterday!!
Dropping off Son #3 of 7, four weeks ago to learn Slovenian before taking off for Sovenia/Croatia Mish. Bitter sweet day for parents...But worth every tear and prayer!
I think of teary farewells. Also, traffic in my neighborhood!!! (Go away traffic!)
September 22, 1999. It was like a good workout. Afterwards, I felt a million feelings I didn't know I had.
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