This is the first opportunity for Elder and Sister McCollum to experience and see GRAD on the campus of BYUH. Many graduates do NOT have parents attending for reasons of distance, time and cost. Local graduates have “aunties, uncles and cousins” who attend and place MANY leis around the neck of “their” family member.
Elder and Sister McCollum are invited by faculty member, Dr. Robb McCollum to accompany him to this affair. Following the faculty brunch, the group arrayed like professors from Hogwarts (Harry Potter Movie), lead the graduates to the awaiting audience in the Cannon Centre.
Elder and Sister McCollum are thankful for the blessing of living just a few minutes walk or a quick bike ride to an LDS Temple. Often before leaving the temple, they make their way to the dining area and enjoy homemade soup and fresh bread for their dinner. On Friday evening as they make their way down the hallway, an older sister dressed in white is leaving a room with a door sign, “Youth Temple Area”; she passes us and is carrying a sweet toddler dressed in a lacy white dress.
As the McCollum’s leave through the front entrance they again see the tiny little girl. She is now in the arms of her daddy and beside him is his beautiful polynesian wife who is holding a bouquet of flowers. Photos are being taken of now eternally sealed little family.
The last Spousal English Class of Winter 2015 semester has husbands also attending for everyone to enjoy dishes from Mongolia, Taiwan, Japan, Hong Kong and Brazil. What a great gathering.
SIGHTS, SOUNDS and COLOUR OF LAIE
Years ago when the McCollum family left Alberta to live on Vancouver Island, they soon discovered lawn care really varies between Alberta and coastal BC. In Alberta, since the summer is short, it is a status symbol to have a lovely green weed free lawn. In Victoria with huge shade trees and the high humidity, it’s impossible to keep a lawn moss-free yet in the summer months lawns are allowed to turn from green to brown to straw colour since water is not wasted or often allowed to be used for grass in many municipalities.
Generally “lawn” care in Laie, Hawaii is quite simple. Most ground cover contains small green weed-looking plants that spread like a vine over the ground. If the plants were in your lawn in Alberta, you might be finding a weed killer. The only place Elder and Sister McCollum see “real grass-lawns” is on the temple grounds and the Campus Stake Center. These lawns obviously require a lot more care and watering to keep them looking trimmed and green. If you were in charge of lawn-care, would you go for the green weed like ground cover? It does have a disadvantage. Small seed like burrs of this lawn-plant cling to hems of pants or skirts when you sit down or brush against the
If you walk across the “lawn” and are not watching where you step, you may hear a crunch! When Elder McCollum looked down, he found a broken shell of a snail. Yes, snails are on the lawns and especially in the bushes and plants around the sides of the homes.
Roosters and Ocean Waves
Elder and Sister McCollum continue to hear the wake-up call of roosters as they challenge each other as early as 4 am. The roar of the waves is a “white” sound always heard throughout the night, and may get especially loud if the Trades Winds are high. Trade winds account for 70% of all winds in Hawaii. These winds, which blow from a NE to ENE direction, became known as trade winds hundreds of years ago when trade ships carrying cargo depended on these easterly winds around the earth in the subtropics for speedy passage.
SAMUEL’S MOMMY WAS SO SCARED!
(This real life story actually occured Monday March 23)
Samuel lives with his family on the Hawaiian Island of Oahu, in a small town along the north shore. Samuel finished his bath, dried himself and got into his pajamas while his mommy whose name was Kimberly, went into the boys’ room to read a bedtime story to two year old Henry. Ordinarily, daddy might have been reading to Henry but tonight daddy was away at a conference in Toronto, Canada.
It wasn’t long before his brother Henry was asleep and mommy came out of the boys’ room. She quietly called, “Samuel,” but got no answer. She left the upper floor and went down to the living room/dining room to find Samuel so he could have his bedtime story.
Again Kimberly quietly called, “Samuel, where are you?” Still no reply. She climbed the stairs to look upstairs. His mommy looked in the bathroom. No, Samuel was not hiding in the tub behind the shower curtain. His mommy looked in her bedroom. Samuel was not in the adjoining bathroom, nor in the big bed and not under the bed. Using the childproof doorknob, Kimberly went into the craft room. No Samuel to be found.
By now, Samuel’s mommy was getting very worried. She quickly went back down the stairway. She knocked on the door of the main floor bedroom used by Grandpa and Grandma McCollum. Grandma opened the door and it was obvious by the look on Kimberly’s face that Samuel’s mommy was scared and upset. She said, “I cannot find Samuel. I was reading to Henry and when I came out of the boys’ bedroom, I could not find Samuel. Please help me look. I am so scared!”
Kimberly went into the street and called out very loudly, “Samuel! Samuel! Samuel, where are you?” There was no answer. Meanwhile, Grandpa was doing a thorough search of the upstairs rooms and even checking every closet. He came back to his bedroom, got his flashlight and joined Samuel’s mommy out on the street.
Grandma was still in the house; she opened the hallway door to the adjoining garage. No Samuel to be found. She then checked the secret room (under the stairs), looked under the living room couch, bent down and looked under the dining room table, checked under her bed, all the time calling Samuel’s name. No answer.
Then Grandma opened the locked dining room door, slid the door open and went out to the backyard. She began searching in the bushes around the home. She could see in the bushes because the house lights flooded out of the windows into the bushes along the edge of the dining room, kitchen and the Grandma’s bedroom. She thought to her self, “Hmm? This is so out of character for Samuel to not answer his mother. Certainly not like him to leave the house without asking. Yes, very strange.
Meanwhile, mommy had gone to three of the nearby neighboring homes asking for help in searching for missing Samuel. A neighboring lady got on her bike and road down their short street and through the cut-through path to the next street. Grandpa followed searching with his flashlight and calling out for his grandson, “Samuel! Samuel are you there?” Two men in the neighboring homes on Samuel’s street, called out and searched around the outside of their homes. These were the homes of some of Samuel’s neighborhood friends. There was no answer to their calls.
Samuel’s mommy came back into their home. Grandma could tell his mommy was so frightened even without her telling Grandma that Kimberly was so scared for she feared her oldest son was lost. Samuel’s mommy frantically did another search of the living room. She knew that Samuel was a big five year old and would not to fit under the couch.
Kimberly could tell by bending over and looking under the dining room table that Samuel was not underneath. She walked around the table towards the end by the wall lined with windows.
Then Kimberly glanced at the chair at the far end of the table located beside the louvered windows. She looked again at the far chair. As she came and stood at the end of the table, Samuel’s mommy noticed that the tablecloth was draped over the chair seat of the end chair. This chair was only partially pushed in under the table top.
Kimberly pulled back the edge of the table cloth….there was Samuel!! There was her missing oldest son.
YES! Her lost boy was found. He was right in his own home all of the time that Samuel’s mommy, his grandparents and his neighbors had been searching the street and yards for him.
There was Samuel, his body almost in a ball. He was in a very deep sleep and curled up on the seat of the chair that was pushed partly under the table. His feet and legs were tucked under his body. His mommy called out his name softly now, “Samuel. Samuel. My dear Samuel.” Samuel did not answer or move.
Kimberly knew Samuel was a very sound sleeper and once asleep he would not have heard his name being called! Grandma quickly went outside to let Grandpa and the kind helpful neighbors know that “lost” Samuel had been found.
Kimberly was so thankful that her son was safe and she sent a silent prayer heavenward. She gathered her sleeping big five year old boy in her arms and carried him upstairs to his bedroom.
Samuel’s mommy had been so scared!