The Primary children were the Program for a Sacrament Meeting of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Ward in Mink Creek. This annual event is always a spiritual treat, as well as one that brings many smiles during the participation of the children The chosen topic was Spiritual Heroes. Each child spoke of a person in the scriptures and said why they felt that person was a hero. They sang a variety of primary songs that were woven into the program. This little group has grown a bit, now about 13 children, and they were a beautiful choir, even well behaved. Primary president is Brittnee Phillips and her chief organizers for this were Terrie McKay, Primary chorister, and Linda Christensen, the pianist.
ReNea and Raphael Arnsworth celebrated the high school graduation event in the life of his son, Hawk Arnsworth, by taking him on a trip to Mexico. They included a few days in Texas, Raphael’s hometown area north of Houston, with family parties and barbecues, aunts and uncles, Texas-style. Then it was a bit more than a week to be spent in the area around Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, with the beach, the ocean, the jungle along the coast.
The community has had some internet ailments with little service for many residents for a couple of days. That is always a challenge when there are demands online and it is beyond reach. If a families home phone is dependent on the internet, that is one more service that is silent. Even the scammers can’t breach that!
Ben and Mollie Seamons and their little boy, lAndrew, have moved into Mink Creek. They will be living in the home where Ben spent most of his growing up years, a beautiful spot down a slope on Birch Creek Road. We welcome them home. Ben is the grandson of Cathy and Scott Seamons and Joe and Kathy Jarvis, so Andrew will warm hearts with every step he takes.
Our village had a very fun Trick R Treat party on the 29th, it will be covered in the news next week. Even the weather was dry when rain had been anticipated, but it was wise to have it indoors. Comfort counts.
We have piles of dried leaves that have been blown from the trees. The wind picks them off the branches, tosses them about and then piles them up against something with a little solidarity. It might be in a yard, or just against a rock. The crunchiness makes for a definite sound for anyone walking about. Any hunter would have a hard time being quiet and sneaky.
Today it was a south wind, a little warmer than expected, but it still had its drying effect on anything living outdoors.
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