Last Saturday we had the opportunity to go down to Layton for Tanner's Eagle Scout Court of Honor. It was a wonderful program and my convictions about the values of scouting were only strengthened. That is a subject for another post, but what I'd like to share with everyone tonight is a little experience that crosses at least four generations. Rene had asked Micah, Ryan and Samantha's little four-year-old, to tell a story as a part of the program. I would have been scared to death to do that in front of a crowd of strangers when I was four years old, but not Micah. He stood up in front of the audience and began his story in a strong and very audible voice: "It was a dark and stormy night and three hobos sat around the campfire, one said to the other, Hey, Bill, tell us a story, and the story began like this, It was a dark and stormy night and three hobos sat around the campfire, one said to the other, Hey, Bill, tell us a story, and the story began like this. It was a dark and stormy night and three hobos sat around the campfire, and one said the other, Hey, Bill, tell us a story............................" And so it went on and on. Finally Rene had to tell him that was enough. He did great and everybody got a charge out of our little story teller. I couldn't help but visualize Mom,up in heaven looking down on us that night with the biggest smile on her face. She, no doubt would have been proud of her Eagle Scout, but she would have been equally as proud of Micah telling this story, which she used to tell us and at least I, and I'm guessing most of the rest of the siblings, told their own children from time to time, then they told their children and here is Micah telling a whole audience of strangers four generations later. As I reflected on this, I also thought of some of the of the stories Mom used to tell us at bed time or just when we wanted to hear a good story. She told the old traditionals, like Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Pigs, but had a few more original to her. Do any of you still remember the stories about the "Stone Soup" or perhaps the lady that mad some delicious cookies, and she couldn't help sampling them throughout the day? By the time her husband came home from work, there was only one left. Her husband asked how she could have eaten all of those delicious cookies and left only one for him. Her reply was: "Just like this", and she ate the last one. There we others of course. I hope some of you remember those great stories and a wonderful mother who took time to tell them to us. The influence of those stories is still felt nearly a century later, and I'm sure, or at least I hope, that influence and fun will go on for many generations to come. It would be great if some of you would share some of those stories here on the blog to be passed down to future generations.
Micah, our little story teller, and our Mama Eagle, Rene.