Freeze Fest

Last Saturday night JT and I decided to brave the herd of singles seeking a cheap date once more and head to Seven Peaks. BYU students got in free for the annual "Freeze Fest". It included broom hockey, a dance, ice skating, an ugly sweater competition, and cookie frosting. We figured that it wouldn't be a waste of time since it wasn't costing us anything. Surprisingly, we ended up having a lot of fun! The line for ice skating wrapped around the inside of the building so we skipped that activity. But we did try out ice hockey. Oh my goodness it was SOO much fun! I'm really out of shape. JT was nice though and passed the ball to me once--when I was on the opposing team. He's a softy. After that game ended JT wanted to get back in line and do it again. Not having nearly the same stamina and enthusiasm, I decided to support and take pictures. The second game wasn't as fun as the first. There were a lot more kids and he didn't get to know the players. However, be sure to call him for a funny story regarding a skinny freshman who tried to challenge him!
Then they score!!!

Where is the love?!

AAARGH! So today I drove to school on my scooter. Not as fast and cool as JT's, but I manage. At the end of classes (NOT the end of my scholastic day unfortunately) I went out to the scooter parking lot and started it up. I stupidly looked left and began to pull out of the lot. Yes, I know you're supposed to look BOTH ways, but for some reason I thought that left was enough. Plus, no one is ever coming from the right since it's a huge hill with only 5 employee parking spots at the top. Chances are you aren't going to meet one of those employees on your way out. Unfortunately, I did. Don't worry-I saw them WAY ahead of time and hit the brakes. However, the hill I was on has such a drastic incline that with my momentum and sudden stop, there was no way someone of my size could steady the bike. Hence I took a small tumble. The people in the car watched me fall and watched the bike crash on top of me. They drove on. The people walking down the hill watched it happen. They walked on. I had 2 rescuers. They saw me from the VERY top of the hill-they hadn't even left the staircase yet. They took off running and reached me before I had a chance to gather my senses and stand up. One of them was even on the phone and holding a box of cookies while steadying my scooter! My two heroes helped me up and moved the scooter back into the parking lot for me. They helped me assess the damage (which was minimal) before accepting my thanks and leaving.
I'm not looking for a million posts asking if I'm ok. What I am looking for is an answer. Where is the love that Black Eyed Peas speaks of?! How can someone watch a person fall and do nothing? There is no kindness. Those two gentlemen (and I think they embody every meaning of the word) seem to be the exception, not the rule. I guess I'm just really bummed. Send me some good news please. Anyone. This is just sad.

Chilly willy

Oh no! It's going to start snowing soon. I think it finally hit me on my way home from campus. At least the pictures are pretty. Had it been Tio Michael or Bill they would look awesome. Oh well, I guess average iPhone pictures are all it's gonna be. ;)

Christmas Begins

Thanksgiving ended and the next morning found us waking up bright and early (3:30 am) to hit the stores for Black Friday! Wal-Mart was our first stop. We decided to divide and conquer (we being JT, Bonnie, Nathan, Christina, Katie, and me). The story is that things got pretty crazy in the sheet department! We're all glad that Katie survived that madness! I'm happy that my group decided to cut into the product 5 minutes early and calmly dole it out. This was JT's first Black Friday experience and he really enjoyed it! I guess he really is just another adrenaline junky. Target was just as good without so much chaos. We came home, took a nap, and I headed back out to Staples for my evening shift. It was nowhere near as crazy as everyone predicted. I guess people don't really think office supplies when they think of Christmas. Go figure. ;)
Now that Thanksgiving has officially ended we have begun decorating! JT worked really hard on making the lights outside the house just perfect. They're blue and white even though you can't tell.


We also made Snickers hate us. But she looks really cute now!

This is the rest of the decorating we have done so far. We'll post pictures of our tree once it's officially done!

Thanksgiving!

We were soo lucky to have everyone come over for Thanksgiving! Our place may not be huge, but it's nice to have it filled with family. We had been looking forward to Thanksgiving for so long that it was hard to believe it was already here! Bonnie was fabulous and made most of the meal! Christina brought yummy yummy pies, Lacie brought awesome orange (and non-orange) rolls, and I tried my hand at my mom's mashed potaoes. They were soo good! However, 10 pounds of mashed potatoes is a bit much for 10 people, one of whom ate only macaroni and cheese. It was sad to have the holidays end. We were grateful to have enjoyed it with so much family!

Recently November

Hi everyone! I realize that it's been a while since we last posted any new blogs. We kept thinking that there wasn't anything interesting to write about, and in so doing missed everything worth writing about. Nothing amazing happened. However, life has been continuing on in the Trout household. We offer proof.

This is a picture I caught on my way to campus. I like to think of it as the last gasping breath of fair weather in Utah.

Joe, Christina, JT and I all got to go see Twilight on Friday! We were pleasantly surprised with its quality. Its not amazing, but it definitely was worth seeing. Although, we definitely could've gone without the screaming girls the first time "Edward" showed up.

These are the BEAUTIFUL roses that decorate our kitchen. JT really does try to outdo himself.

Yesterday was BYU's rivalry game against the University of Utah! Go Cougs! Unfortunately, our quarterback spent more time playing for Utah than BYU. Oh well. We'll get em next year. We did have a fun game day party anyways! JT invited over some friends from work and fired up the BBQ. We had steaks, salsa, salad, and chocolate cheese cake! Yummmmm. They were a really fun group to be around. We'll probably be calling them up again in the future.

Veteran's Day

This Veteran’s Day is particularly significant to me this time around because of Jonathan. Although I do have to admit, I was interested in military history long before we ever dated! I’ve recently been trying to figure out exactly what makes the heroes of war such enticing reading. Everyone seems to be interested in a good war story! Lately things have become clearer.

I finally have the answer: heroes. War takes the ordinary among us and puts them in extraordinary positions. War is the worst possible outcome of human relations. It brings devastation, chaos, and pain. It is hard to see the goodness in life when you’re surrounded by so much agony. However, the stories our soldiers bring home provide that goodness we speak. Regardless of the odds and consequences they chose to sacrifice. Some sacrificed only a part of their lives while others gave all their life. In a time of so much selfishness and evil we look to the heroes of the ones fighting on the frontlines of history. Whether the cause they served is agreed with or not, their sacrifices cannot be overlooked.

Earlier this year, while working at Build A Bear, I had the opportunity to meet a wonderful gentleman one morning. He looked to be pretty old and I was impressed that he was walking around the mall on his own. He passed in front of me and decided to stop. He began to share his life with me. He told me that he was a WWII veteran. He pulled his medals out from under his jacket—he always wore them. He pulled old photographs from his wallet—drinking Hitler’s wine amongst the ruins of his bombarded home. I was astonished. This man’s body was filled with emotion as he explained that even talking about it brought the horrible stench of the concentration camps back to his mind—a smell he could not get rid of, the smell of death.

His story is not unique. There are thousands more like him waiting to tell their story. Some—especially Vietnam veterans—have been waiting a very long time for any sign of gratitude from the people they served. I entreat us all to remember and honor those who served this day. They all have given some part of themselves so that we could be whole.
Below I have compiled a few letters from my personal research. Please read them. These people had voices that deserve to be heard. The only two wars I do not have are the Spanish-American and the Iraq war. Yes, I do have personal letter from the latter—but those are for some other historian down the road to post.

June 12, 1779
“Dear Son:
This is the first chance I have had to write you. I am, by the cause of Providence, in the field in defence of my country. When I reflect on the matter, I feel myself distracted on both hands by this thought, that in my old age I should be obliged to take the field in defence of my rights and liberties, and that of my children. God only knows that it is not of choice, but of necessity, and from the consideration that I had rather suffer anything than lose my birthright, and that of my children…
I am, dear son, with great respect, your affectionate father,
Jas. Williams"

Civil War
May 1, 1861
“My dear Percy
…believe the South like yourselves a unit—and thus we shall enter upon this conflict forced upon us—in our faith—and relying upon God to maintain the justness of our causes, fighting manfully for our houses & rights;--and understand my brother that when the olive branch of peace is next offered, it will be extended by other hands than ours.—
Farewell Percy—and however much we may differ on the present issue—let no unkind word escape—to lacerate the heart of the other. Defend the soil of Pennsylvania if you will. Then, you and I will never meet as armed foes;--cross her Southern boundary—with hostile purpose—and we shall face each other—as brothers never should.
Love to my poor, dear old Mother—may God bless & sustain her at this terrible moment.—
Your affect brother
Thos F Drayton”

Bainbridge, Chenango County, N.Y.
Aug. 10, 1864
“My Dear Mrs Lynch,

I read in the paper the death of Mr. James Lynch, in the Army of the Southwest and in Gen. Hooker’s Division; who fell nobly daring, at the front of the Great Conflict at Atlanta, pierced by nine balls, five of which went through his heart.
I fear, nay I feel almost sure, it must be your dear husband—and that God in his mysterious Providence called you to bear this great bereavement. My dear friend—it is God’s Sovereign will—and we must bow in submission when our own time comes, or the time of those we love, and must still hold fast our faith in Him. “Though he slay me yet will I trust in Him!”
It must ever be a comfort to you to recall your husband’s words, how he said that we were in the hands of the Lord, and that no one of us knew where danger lay—that he had been safe in the midst of desperate battles, while his near friend, and connection had died by an accident at home.
…And I pray that His Consolations may abound; and that you and your dear children in Your affliction may find your Saviour to be indeed a very present Helper, strengthener and Comforter, and very near to you.
Believe me most truly
Your sympathizing friend
Samuel Roosevelt Johnson.”

*I don’t have anything from the Spanish-American War as of yet.
WWI

“Dear Reverent:

Here I sit in my little home on the side of the hill thinking of the little church back home, wondering how you are getting along. Don’t think I am down-hearted because I am writing you, but it’s a queer thing I can’t explain, that ever since I volunteered I’ve felt like a cog in a huge wheel. The cog may get smashed up, but the machine goes on, and I know I share in the progress of that machine whether I live or die, and that seems to make everything all right. Except, perhaps, when I lose a pal, it’s generally one of the best but yet it may be one of the worst. And I can’t feel God is in it.
How can there be fairness in one man being maimed for life, suffering agonies, another killed instantaneously, while I get out of it safe? Does God really love us individually or does He love His purpose more? Or is it better to believe he makes the innocent suffer for the guilty and that things will be squared up some day when those who have escaped suffering here will suffer, and those who have suffered here will escape suffering. Sounds rather calculating, doesn’t it, and not a bit like the love of a Father.
What I would like to believe is that God is in this war, not as a spectator, but backing up everything that is good in us. He won’t work any miracles for us because that would be helping us to do the work He’s given us to do on our own. I don’t know whether God goes forth with armies but I do know that he is in lots of our men or they would not do what they do.
Do write me and let me know how the church is getting along.
Remember me to all—especially The Altar Guild, and tell them to “carry on” the war work. My motto is “carry on”. So here’s good-luck to all.

Yours Sincerely,
Pvt. Walter T. Bromwich
Company A 6th U.S. Engineers American Expeditionary Forces”

WWII
April 3, 1933
“Darling…

Theresa, dear, why don’t you write me sometime more intimately about yourself, what your opinion on things is, what you think about, what your interest are, anything at all so that I can feel I am closer to you when I read your letters, something that will reveal you yourself, in all your charm and sweetness, just say anything at all as long as it concerns you and I will love it…
Recently I have cultivated a taste for poetry, a sure sign that I have become a mere shadow of my stern self and now am as sentimental and love-smitten as all the fellows I used to laugh at in former years. Keats and Shelley are my high-brow recreations now and fine fare they are too…
Speaking of the Bible…perhaps if Hitler read some of its valuable sayings he would be a wiser ruler than he is destined to become.
…There I go veering off at a tangent. I am grateful to this letter indeed because it has caught my interest and made me lose sight of my own mood, blue as blue can be, of an hour ago. I think I feel better now May my slumber be as peaceful as I hope yours will be tonight…so with a tender caress…goodnight. Alex” (Alex Goode)

The Korean War
8 May 1952
“My Dear Little “Bubba”—

Tomorrow you will be four years old—but when this letter reaches you your birthday will be past. Daddy wishes he could have been with you to help you celebrate—maybe next year when you are five Daddy will be there. Anyways, I hope your present came in time. And I hope you will enjoy looking at your books and having Mommie read them to you…
While Daddy is away I want you to eat all of your big man food so you’ll be ready to fish with Daddy when he gets home. And I want you to take care of Mommie now that Daddy is away. Will you promise to be a good boy? I know you will.
Daddy will write again later—when he gets to Japan. God bless you and “Sissy.”
Daddy loves you so much.

Daddy” --Captain Molt Shuler

The Vietnam War
Feb. 14, 1968
“Dear Mom and Dad

Hi folks, Well I am sorry I havent wrote to you in quite a while, but if you been listen too news you could pretty well figer out. Sigon was hit heavy and we were to. So they have been keeping us busy during day and night. We were mortared last night and about 4 days ago. Two of the fellows in the Company were wounded but nothing to serious. Now don’t you start worrying about me I am O.K. a little nervos but O.K.
I am not worried that much anyway I been reading the Bible off and on and it helps a lot. I think God is protecting me as much as he can….Mom I don’t know if I should tell you this or not, but I have to tell somebody and I can’t tell Linda because she would worrie to much, and I think you might be able to take it better than her. I think I might have killed a person but I am not sure, we were fired at and I seen some men running with rifles so I opened fire on them and one of them fell to the ground. I just pray to God for forgiveness.
It shook me up quite a bit but I am feeling better now, because we went out to where I seen him go down. We found blood but nobody. I am glad of that…I just hope you can forgive me.
Love
Butch
Your Son in Vietnam
P.S. Write as often as possible mail call is all I have to look forward to.”

The Gulf War
“Dear Lynda:

Thanks for the birthday card and the pictures! It got turned around in the mail system and so I did not receive it until I had been back at work for a few days. I guess Ishould back up. On the 2nd of April we finally left Saudi Arabia…My sister and mother met me at Camp Pendleton at 3:00 am when I returned. Wow, what agreat homecoming! They had my apartment all decorated up and had already filled the refrigerator for me. I have been relaxing since then….
Thanks again for the card. I did have a good birthday but I am now over the hill (just kidding!)…Please call me if you would like to.
Warmly, Steve”

If you would like the rest of the stories or would like more, I suggest picking up a copy of Grace Under Fire by Andrew Carroll.