How to be a Quality Person...

“Don’t worry about being a good wife. Concern yourself with life’s number one priority: being a quality person. If you are a quality person, you don’t have to worry about being a good wife, mother, daughter, Church member, leader, single, or community strength. If you are a quality person, you will be good in any situation in which you find yourself.”

-Elder Marvin J. Ashton

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My Posse

Definition: A gang involved in crimes such as running guns and illegal narcotics trafficking.
Slang. A group of friends or associates.

Left to Right: Intimidator, The Silencer, Chubby Face, White-eyed Exceller, and Victorious Faithful.

sigh. I miss you guys...

Our Little Glow Worm

How we love little Thom...sigh....

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Could it Get any Better than This?

Doris Day as Calamity Jane

I found this neat website called dorisday.net and find it most amusing and fun. As most of you know, this film, Calamity Jane is one of my personal favorites. I cannot prove it, but I do believe my nickname: sas--which stems from sarsaparilla/sassafras is a result of this film. A little far-fetched? Maybe, but it's the closest explanation I've got. You are welcome to give me a better one, but no one, not even Naomi and Rachel know why they started calling me sas. All I know is that they are the ones that began it! And I also know that Doris Day is my hero and I used to mimic her order of Sarsaparilla's now and then. Who wouldn't want to be a little Doris Day?

Go to this website! There are clips of some of the songs:

The Deadwood Stage, and Secret Love:

http://www.dorisday.net/calamity_jane.html.

To see a full video clip of the song, "Secret Love," go to:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8Ar9Q0Eru4.

Or, my all-time favorite, "I can do without you" at:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlqdEca3hks.

Enjoy!

I'm Willing to Go the Distance

Vernal, Utah

(2003-present)

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I moved from Anderson, Missouri, June 2003 to Provo, Utah. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly, but I never made it back home because mom, dad and the kids packed up their belongings in November of that same year and headed to Vernal, Utah. This time no livestock came along, but mom and dad made room for our dog, Thor. As I have not lived at home since they moved to Vernal, I have but little input for the area and welcome any of the younger children to make comments accordingly to give us all a better perspective. I do remember the first time I visited the new place. Naomi made sure I noted where the mail box was to make the distance more dramatic. I must say, it was rather...distant, but nothing shocking. The adventure is always worth a visit, besides, how many people get to turn left at the pink dinosaur to find their way home?

There is nothing more amazing than spending the night out under the stars where everything is brighter due to the distance from town. Believe it or not, we actually saw the arora borealis one night. Ask Matthew. You'll notice that around the house it is still rather brown, however, mom and dad have planted greens and next year, I think there will be a noticeably different view. Despite my distance and being away from opportunity to have very much adventure here, I've had some grand times. Some of my favorite things: flying a kite in the windy valley, and sledding down the snowy slopes--these, of course with the company of the kids. What's more grand than being able to breath fresh air? I always like to take a walk and visit the river. Last time I went down, I found a tree that bends over the water...it is a nice place to just sit and think. I haven't yet been brave enough to forge the river, but I would like to someday cross it and climb the hill on the other side...

Our Little Town

Anderson, Missouri
(1993-2003)
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I remember thinking we lucked out...just minutes from town and yet so secluded. We could afford being a wild bunch of children in our own world and took pleasure in it. Remember how we'd cut the vine at the base of the trees and spend hours just taking turns swinging? I'm pretty sure that was one of our favorite pass times until the vines went extinct due to our exuberance. Good thing there were other things to do. Like...picking rocks, pulling weeds, searching for baby goats, eating wild blackberries, smelling wild flowers, hanging clothes, raking leaves, mowing the lawn, running in the fields, playing in the floods, washing windows, flying kites, fist fights, playing, singing, dancing, running, walking, talking, thinking, and sleeping....

...here is a closer look of our world: grandma's house; the two ponds; the tree that dad almost cut down but was convinced not to for the sake of the goats (a wonderful sanctuary for during the heat of the day); our house with the big windows; the barn full of chickens, goats, ducks, geese, wood, barrels, boxes, rats and snakes; the railroad crossing where we had a few close calls; and Tatum's--our bus stop.

A few more items to note: the big patch of treeless green (the one with the single tree in the center of it): that is our field of rocks that we picked several times over. If you look close enough, there is a huge tree between the "home of the Denzers" and the barn. It looks bigger than the house...the well would be found under it's reaching limbs. Just a little more to the right of that tree on the other side of the very white strip, there was if not any more an outhouse. And lastly, to the left of the barn a couple yards was dad's shed. Here, I'll zoom in closer...

*Images taken from GoogleEarth, 19 August 2008

Hope Floats.

Hope Denzer. Hope Ester. When you were born, mom and dad tallied our votes. What would you be today with a name like Ester? All I know is that Hope is the best name we could have picked for you. You came just before we moved from Olathe, Colorado to Missouri (ok, ok, for the first couple of months we were in Bugscuffle, Arkansas). Just a wee mite, you were! Mom and dad were crazy, but you know, you traveled in a van loaded with fascinating individuals. I think you must have had your moments during that ride, but I don't remember anything extreme. Did you know that mom drove the van...with 10 children (including yourself)! Not only that, but she had a trailer hitched to the back of it. And do you know what was in that trailer? Well, a couple dozen goats. I keep mentioning mom. Dad drove the big white truck. He was usually just ahead of us I think. I couldn't be sure if this was always the case, however, I do remember once when mom had to pass him while going up a long hill. How funny that must have looked. I can't believe you are now fifteen! It has been so long...and so much has happened since we were on the road so long ago. I remember quite a bit, but what I like to think about most is how much you make me smile. Thanks for all the double takes and the big eyes...especially for showing me what humor is all about. I love you.

Oh, Hoppy Day!

Announcing the Birth of:

Thomas Daniel Soderberg

son of

Rachel and Daniel Soderberg

16 August 2008

4:04 a.m.

6 lbs 12 oz

*Picture not representive of the li'l one, but found at PrestoBingo.

Family History Fun for the Children....

The Family History Library strives to accommodate all patrons be they adults, youth, or even young children. The following site called,"Especially for Youth" is found on the FHL patron home page and was made by gathering different activities relating to family history for the interest of the youth. The family tree above was found in the section, "Something for the Children, ages 3-11." I thought it was charming! My favorite is a puzzle link where you can upload an image, ie family photo. Take a look and be entertained by the games and ideas presented there...(Just think of all the Family Home Evening activities)! See the following link: http://192.168.64.24/PDYouth.html.

John Christian Denzer Obituary

Monday, 20 December, 1965 Winona Daily News 19

John C. Denzer

Minnesota City, Minn.--

John Christian Denzer, 82, Minnesota City Rt. 1 died Saturday at 9:45 p.m. in an ambulance en route to a hospital after a sudden heart attack. He was a retired farmer.

Mr. Denzer was born July 13, 1883, at Casselton, N.D., to Fred and Barbara Amos Denzer and lived in this area most of his life. He married Ester Belle Whetstone, Stockton, Oct. 20, 1909. She died April 19, 1959.

Survivors are: Seven sons, George, Dale, Ray and Neil, Minnesota City; Alvin, Rollingstone, Gene, Boulder City, Nev., and Oak, Milwaukee; one daughter Mrs. Ray (Beulah) Diekman, Harvey, III; 29 grandchildren; six great-grandchildren, one brother, Fred Minnesota City, and four sisters, Mrs. Henry (Alvina) Whestone, Minnesota City, Mrs. Gertrude Lewls and Mrs. George (Selma) Gaebele, Winona, and Mrs. Paul (Barbara) Reps, Lewiston.

Funeral services will be Wednesday at 1 p.m. at Fawcett Funeral Home, the Rev. Russell Dacken, First Baptist Church, officiating. Burial will be in Minnesota City Cemetery.
Friends may call at the funeral home Tuesday from 7 to 9 p.m.

Notes: John Christian Denzer was the son of Fredrick and Barbara Amos Denzer and grandson of Christian and Margaret Figert Denzer.

*Newspaper Image taken from www.Ancestry.com

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What If

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Next time I borrow anothers heart ... I could give it back along with the pain and not worry more about it when things require my letting go.

Charity: Pure Love of Christ

Charity: the Pure love of Christ. It is the love that Christ has for His children and that the children of men should have for one another. It is the highest, noblest and strongest kind of love and the most joyous to the soul. 1 Nephi 1:23

Have you ever paused a moment--in the search for peace and comfort and been overwhelmed by warmth and tingles through acknowledging that the Savior was there beside you? Have you ever felt complete, whole and safe for accepting the Love from the Lord? This is what gives us a glimpse into eternity. So often we are caught up in the rush of the world and swept along. Step out a moment and reflect. Do not grow comfortable while you are of the world--grow and become strengthened by the hand of the Lord through your relationship with Him. He is there. Why not take a moment every day--omitting all needs for the asking--and instead offer up a prayer of gratitude more specifically for His love. Rehearse to Him the many ways He showed that love to you today.



Charity is the work of the heart. When we love the Lord with all our heart, soul and mind: we love others and charity abounds.

*Image from Corbis.org

Our Inspiration: Naomi

16 July 2008:

To all who cared and prayed for me, thank you! I am officially an RN - board certified through the great state of Utah!

As you know, I took my boards this past Monday. It was a stressful experience and all I can say about it really (as I am bound with essentially a "no disclosure about any questions presented during the test" gag-order...) is that I NEVER have to do that again! I had to wait two days for the results to be posted and this morning before I left for work I checked on line and discovered I had passed! Needless to say, tonight will be the first decent night's sleep I've had for a while. :)

Hooray!!!

So, now I can really relax, read for the luxury of it without guilt, sleep in on Sat mornings rather than studying... wonderful isn't it?! :)

I love you all and am so thankful for the support and understanding you've gave me during school. It was wonderful and greatly appreciated!

Love you - I really, really do.

Naomi

Paul the Fierce:*

Sarah: Can you tell me about your father?
Dolores Barnick Denzer: Well, he was domineering and was the head of the family. What he said goes and that was about it. I know I in particular was a little afraid. He never harmed me, but I think it was just his 'domineerance' that freighted me.
Sarah: What were his physical characteristics?
Dolores Barnick Denzer: I don’t know—himself. [Laughter]

*Guilty as charged. Still waiting for a smile...

Heh heh!

Well, at least we know where Hannah gets it from....

Link One Generation to the Next...

Dad is no Paul the Fierce, but he certainly looks like a Barnick.

Family Campout

Mill Hollow: 11-12 July 2008

True test of talent was granted as we set the game up in the uneven meadow. We have three sets now. Nice. The game of Kubb took place during the last hours of our special Denzer family gathering in the sticks. "Sticks" may not be the best term. It was beautiful. We camped at the edge of a stream and viewed meadows of many colors. Roasted mallows and melted Starbursts were a hit. "Tally your eatage and I'll tally mine. Measure your consequence before it strikes nine." It was nice to forget the outside world awhile and just sit and not worry about anything more than how your fingernails were ever going to come clean. Don't ask where all the no-bake cookies went, I wouldn't know...

Well, I think it went well. Very well, actually. Hope to see you all there next year!

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Family History Library Internship

Image found at the Burlington Public Library Website.

For those of you who do not know, I have started my internship at the Family History Library in Salt Lake City. It is not a paid internship, however, the experience as a whole will prove worthy despite loss of work hours. In all, it only requires 120 hours--80 of which are directed toward a specific project. My project consists of cataloging German Family History focused periodicals for the online catalog. There is a great deal of useful information in these periodicals, however, because they have not been put in the database, people don't really use them--there are over 500. It would be much too time consuming to go through them each individually for a specific find. I am working with an English version currently, however, I think I would like to request working with the German language ones so I might refresh my skills. Basically, I go through each issue and write a short summary (1-2 sentences) explaining what the article consists of. I also notate key names, themes, places, etc. discussed in an article that would be useful for an online catalog search. Well, if that was all I was going to be doing--it would get boring rather quickly. However, there are many other requirements to fulfill. Also allotted in this 80 hours is time at the International Reference Desk. Here, I will assist patrons on the floor who have questions specifically with German research. (There are over 30 different languages represented at this one reference). It'll be interesting to see how much I don't know. Outside of the 80 hours, there is plenty to do to get to know the rest of the library and its services. Last week I spent about two hours at the Library Public Affairs learning about all that they do (all of which makes me stressed just hearing about however fascinating and neat it was). I'll work with several different areas in the library, but the one I look forward to the most is the Conservation Lab. The FHL is the largest of its kind and used by everyone serious in the field and more. I count it a blessing to be able to intern there--even if it is in the Wasatch. After all, Germany and the Alps of Austria can wait a few years... In the meantime, I am going to make some good friends with the Senior Missionaries. For information regarding the library itself and its services click on the following link: http://www.familysearch.org/Eng/Library/FHL/frameset_library.asp?PAGE=library_main.asp

Our Newest Generation

Left to right: Lucia Denzer (daughter of Abraham and Andrea Lorenzon Denzer) 1 November 2007, and Eliza Denzer (daughter of Joseph and Tynelle Smith Denzer) 23 June 2007.

Oral Interview with Grandma Dolores Barnick Denzer: Feb 2006

(Arnold and Dolores Barnick as Children)

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S: Do you have any favorite family memories?

G: For birthday’s everybody got a special cake. Gifts were never given because there wasn’t money, I suppose. So, for birthdays there was just a special cake. Everybody said happy birthday. That was it. Mother used to make the most wonderful cakes. Not packaged either, believe me. But oh, three layered cakes that were just as light as a feather. She was a marvelous cook in everything, for everything.

S: What was your favorite kind of cake?

G: Oh, I don’t know. They were all good. All delicious-- I don’t think I had a favorite.

S: What were your religious practices of the home?

G: Religion? Oh dear, seems to me there was a little brief prayer. Either Arnold or I being the youngest said: “Come Lord Jesus, be our guest that this thy food to us be blessed.” Don’t suppose I’ll ever forget it…*

*Click on the following link to learn more: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dczrvs8c_594nz3md6

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Do Not Dwell on How You Fell: Focus Instead on How You Plan on Picking Yourself Up

Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedaechtniskirche: damaged during bombing raids on Berlin: Monument in rememberence of WWII. Contrast with today's improvements tells their ability to overcome. Photo by Rachel Denzer; Berlin, Fall 2006.

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If we make a conscious effort to listen to the heart of each trial, we will grasp those things most important that will eventually sustain us when we stand before our Maker. Patience with our mistakes and determination to keep going...and going--that is how we hear "well done." He is not expecting us to be perfect, but to keep striving for perfection. The Lord knows exactly what needs to be placed in front of each of us to show us how to overcome our weaknesses. I believe it starts out quite obviously, but in order for us to be refined, the Lord begins to be a bit more creative in order to teach us the deeper concepts. If you are wise you understand the necessity of pleading with the Lord to show you how to bear a burden in a manner that best shows you what the Lord fully intends. This is often discouraging because we realize things aren't going to get easier. On the other hand we realize that the more we understand--- the more patient and able we are to keep striving.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I happened upon a old cage. With time spent and a little care, the rust is washed away and is tuned a lovely silver. I brought with me a pen and ink. I wished to sit within the place and pull with me some green. So, as the star shines in the dome above I write a song to those I love. A light wind pulls to the side a falling glitter which shines most beautiful in the night. A giggle is heard in memory.I sit about to write. but the page is nicht dort. And I sit. Ich denke. I stare. Ich suche. I smile. After a pause, I look up and the bars of silver have organized themselves into a long windy path towards a city in the cloud. Es is schön. Though not yet attainable. Though i feel a pang of hurt at this idea of exclusion, I cannot muster the energy to crawl fast enough. The pathway is sweet. Blumen, Bäume. es reichen. alles schmeckt gut. Ich bin glücklich. Manchmal some things look more bright at the moment than those things yet to be. but things unseen are thrusting me forward, and I do not resist because I feel something known and good which has been placed aside for a time. I have seen a Löwe, have conversed with ein Frosch. The moment is unique. there can be only one, but there need be only one. And so I continue. The atmosphere is slightly imbalanced. Though, expected. in this moment I stand between here and there. Perhaps a little lost.But now is the time to decide what to be. And the place is quiet and calm...so there is time to think before the kurtz runnway at the end. I think by then I will have the mind to float rather than dive in. And this thought is what makes me smile. For there will be those I love. Sie warten. Springen Sie. Laufen Sie. Am Morgen ich komme. Es is führ.

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i had a dream today.it was raining outside. and I ran out there...but it was not raining.i lay down on the grass and waited. suddenly it began to pour. but i couldn't feel the weight of the water on me. strange. I opened my eyes and peered at the drops. really looked.thereupon the gaze i knew and not only felt the reasons for fuzzy sensation.they were all bubbles. small. weightless. and when they touched my skin, they burst. it only left a small mist even though they came down faster and faster...those that touched the slivers of grass. they bounced around me. like a dance. i looked up. my eyes. they felt blue. but the more intently i looked. i knew they started to shine green.better. beautiful...i awoke with a smile. I think i saw a star burst of light.

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Somehow something struck me in the heart last night and I wanted so badly to talk to you or just put my head on your shoulder and it would have been nice to have you there beside me while I rode the Sbahn around the town for an hour. Just sitting there and thinking of things that were past...of things that are in the future. I don't think we would need to talk, it would have been nice to just be together. Or, if talking came to be, it would be natural and wholesome. Good and full of inspiration for something better and more good. And perhaps we would chuckle a little, because yesterday was not a time nor had the atmosphere of loud laughter. If you were to look in my eyes, perhaps you would see a history of a few years going back full of images of you and the laugh-lines would make your lips turn up just a little and you would smile at a memory. I would not need to ask what it was because I would recognize it in your particular look. And then, if you happened to fall asleep to the gentle hum of the engine and wheels below, you might have a single watery tear roll down your cheek, and then perhaps it would be a little confusing to me rather it was for something good or if it happened just because your eye was dry and needed a dewy moisture. When you wake up, your eyes would be blue as blue and I would think perhaps of the ocean. But you would be there...on a sail boat and I would be looking out over the sea while you turned the guide north.And suddenly the moon would shine and we would be following the reflected path until we found a patch of green...which would have star dust on small slivers of grass. A cloud would be our soft bed and when the warm sunbeams touched our toes we would slowly open our eyes. The air would be crisp, but not chilly. And we would be sitting in a tree that smells of lemon and peppermint.

-sas

June's Thanksgiving: Looking Back to Explain a Continued Joy.

Left to Right: Back: Andrea (sister-in-law:Lorenzon: Abe's wife) and Lucy (A+A daughter), Abraham (3), Benjamin (6), Daniel (brother-in-law:Soderberg:Rachel's husband), Naomi (1). Middle: Faith (7), Hannah (8), LeeAnn (mother), Samuel (12), Gary (father), Rachel (4), Tynelle (sister-in-law:Smith:Joseph's wife), Eliza (J+T daughter), Joseph (2). Front: Hope (10), Martha (11), Sarah (5), Eve (9).* [Taken down by the river on the Denzer property: Vernal, Utah 22 November 2007 by cousin Alison Weber].

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Today Brother Anderson was speaking about families. Half-way through his talk, he told a Japanese tale of a poor man and a rich man. The rich man was boasting of his wealth to the poor man and was surprised when the poor man said that he was richer than he. “What? How is that so? Let us compare our riches in the town square on the morrow!” They agreed to meet at 12:33 pm. The next afternoon, the rich man brought into the square all of his treasures: gold, silver, wood work, art, etc. It appeared that the poor man forgot to bring his things. “Pray tell, where are your riches? You say you are richer than I, yet you have nothing!” The poor man gestured to the right side, back, and to the left side. “There is nothing more important than a soul. All these here are my children, their children, and their children’s children. I believe I am more richly endowed than you.” The rich man broke down in tears as he realized that he really had nothing that could bring him true happiness. He had no wife or children. He realized that in the end his possessions would be left behind whereas the poor man would carry on forever his family relations.

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Well, I guess this just made me think of how blessed we all are. So, who cares if you grew up never getting a chicken breast or eating only one candy cane out of a box of 12! Think of all the good times! Like swinging in the trees, eating dozens of homemade cookies, watermelon seed spitting wars, feeding little Sam lemon juice to watch his facial reactions, husking the corn, raking rocks, running outside to gather all the clothes off the line just as a storm starts, fly-swatting contests, cleaning the house in record time because “someone was coming over” only to find out that was not necessarily true, everyone dancing to Enya (especially dad), 5 bowls of caramel popcorn on a Sunday afternoon, search parties for the little newborn goats that got lost out in the bushes, playing ‘dead man, dead man come alive!,’ Green Ghosts and Goblins, jumping on the trampoline with a tether ball, hurdling over the trampoline frame until you biff it, scooting dolls around in our makeshift ‘cars’ (Sunday shoes), trying not to laugh as dad stared each of us in the eyes and said, “who’s to blame?” Oh, and collectively eating a gallon jar of pickles in one afternoon…

(Silliest Face Award goes to: Samuel Helaman! ...maybe next time Joe.)

*(Denzer Children birth order)

Pahhhhhhhhh................!

For all of those out there who think you know me......

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Grandpa

I love this because it gives a wonderful picture and description of who Grandpa was. He had Brown eyes and hair and weighed 155 lbs. He stood at a height of 5 ft 7 in. That is neat.

Valid Until Recalled.

This is an image of the right thumb print of Grandpa Robert Denzer. It comes from a certificate which identified Robert Denzer as a "certified airman" by the Civil Aeronautics Administration.

Workin' the Denzer way: Snapshot of our boys.

A Pleasant Summer Day working on the house in Vernal, Utah....

Papa Denzer: Classic pause during a long hard day of work. hahhhgeuhhghhum. Have you ever tried to do this? I don't know about you, but the water usually went up my nose and/or down my chin. His expertise is admirable. Hey, do you remember our old well in Missouri and how dad had that mug/cup that he would hang on a nail? Pure genius. I never had the guts to use it and would instead stick my face under the faucet (if the hose wasn't hooked up--in which case you'd turn the water on to find the other end of the hose and let the water run until all the mud/dirt washed through...did you ever try to see how much water you could hold in your mouth before you would take the hose away?!). Anyway, back to the faucet. Remember the pressure on that thing?! I mean, hold your breath! haha. Your stomach would expand like a watermelon in seconds. Which reminds me about dad and Watermelon season...Hey, guys, "is the Pope still catholic?" Oh, one more thing...do you remember how muddy the ground would get there by the well and how you'd try to wash your feet off but it usually only made it worse because the mud would splatter all over the opposite leg...and so forth. It used to make me so upset...especially when I couldn't reach the faucet and at the same time keep the newly cleaned foot/leg out far enough to keep clean. That is when you would walk through the grass like a goof while you wiped your feet as you went toward the house. You'd wait for the mud splatters to dry on your leg and then flick them off. Remember how dad used to say he had to take his shoes off to count all of us children? Especially to make sure we were all there? I always appreciated it when he took the time to do that. It always made me secretly happy that dad looks like a big intimidating man--but really he has such a soft heart. It was a easy way to keep the guys away, all you say is: "See that guy over there? That's my dad." Even though he said he'd pull out a shot gun at anyone that came-a-courtin'---I don't think he would ever have the heart to do it. Well...I at least haven't seen it happen yet.

I love this picture of Joseph. He always has a grin. Growing up, I saw my brothers constantly by our dads side hammering away, whistling, cursing, smiling, yelling, crying, laughing, etc. They were more often than not working away on this project or that...in the fields, the barn, the shed, and/or developing house. They were incredible! I guess they still are :). The quality of his person is apparent in many ways, but I'd say that most would recognize just how neat a guy he has to be to have convinced Tynelle to marry him. They are my super couple. A threesome now, with their little one Eliza. I wonder if they could each pick a super power what it would be? Joe has some neat gadgets and newly acquired skills since he moved out and started schooling and working with construction companies. It is neat to listen as he and dad discuss construction plans. This picture here shows his support and continued effort to help out on the big jobs. Just recently I saw Joseph experimenting with old drafting tools and even a slide rule! He tried to explain the slide rule to me, but I think he needs a little more time to understand how it works. Oh, and did I ever mention to you that Joseph is my Hero?


If I had one word to describe this character it would be: Smashing. Abe is as neat as his name and someday he will have many sons. In the meantime, we are pleased and overjoyed with his beautiful daughter Lucy. --I am pretty sure that she gets her good looks from Andrea, mi Mona Denza. Being large in stature and of great strength Abraham also fits his middle name. Usually when I talk about Abe and his family, I have to describe them as beautiful giants. No matter what, you always look up to them. I don't know that there are many people that can make me laugh as hard as Abe. If you haven't had the privilege, which I find hard to believe, you definitely need to ask him to show you his victory dance. Abe appreciates creativity, so it is fun to pipe up about ideas and dreams to him--even if it comes out wrong, he gets all happy about it. He is even going to help me solder (sounds like: sodder) my dinosaur made of 'buts and nolts' that I've found along the sidewalks and roads. Abe is a well rounded guy--and I'm not referring to his figure, but his interests. I want to convince him to learn to play the harmonica so he can play that while he scoots around on his unicycle... :)

"Como-say-yah!" I actually have not a clue if that is even what it sounds like, but it is my best effort. My interpretation of Korean. Sometimes Ben and I try to communicate using our love of second language skills...I imagine that our babbling does us no good, but it is rather fun. Did you know that in our family, we speak the following languages? English, German, Italian, Korean, and Spanish. I'm pretty sure that we could get along in most countries assuming the right person came along. Did you know that the coolest name I have ever heard is Benjamin backwards? Especially Benjamin Denzer: Nimajneb Rezned. I had the pleasure of attending High School for a couple of years with Ben. He is a Clown--er, class clown. Everyone loved him and were quite amazed that he was my brother because he was so loud and obnoxious. ;) Well, at least the loud part was true. He was fun and I remember I had lunch hour the same time he did one term: he would eat lunch at 10 different tables in one lunch break. Honest, it was like popcorn. I would hear one table laughing behind me and five minutes later two tables to the right were hooting. Sure enough, it was him. I liked it when he would stop by and give his customary hello at my table. People sometimes found it hard to believe we came from the same family--but that is just because I was awkward. BUT we won't go into that. Benjamin was the star of many shows and made me proud in "Your a Good Man Charley Brown." He is Neat!

I think this picture says it all.

Denzer Pedigree