Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Monday, October 19, 2009

Things Our Father Taught Us

Song Stuck on the Brain: Behold the Kingdom by Brother John. (Dad's favorite song.)

Thank you all so much for your prayers and kind words. Shortly after I wrote the post asking for prayers, my father passed away. It has been a very busy and emotional time for all of our family, so this post is a little slow in coming.

His service was very touching. We wanted it to center on praising God and showing Dad's love for his Savior and the gospel. I wrote an essay on behalf of me and my siblings to be read during the service. I've included it below. Dad was a very special man.


Things Our Father Taught Us



Dad taught us many things in his lifetime. He was a great father with a big heart and a love for God that kept our family strong.

He Taught Us To Laugh

Anyone who knew Dad knew his sense of humor. He knew when to be serious and when to focus on ministry and comfort, but he could also find the funny even when it didn’t seem possible. He passed that ability on to all of us.

There was the ever present ‘Daddy Joke’. The bad pun or silly joke he made up on the spot that made us all groan and chuckle at the same time. He liked to take words and mix them up just to make us giggle. Dad never missed an opportunity to make a silly face or crack a joke, and yet he was never hurtful or mean in what he said. Dad loved to make people laugh, to lighten their hearts and see them smile.

He Taught Us To Dream Big

Dad was a dreamer. He always had a new idea or a new plan to create something great. He enjoyed photography and had a good eye for the beauty in everything around him. Dad would take pictures of everything and we have the photo albums to prove it. He started as a photographer and later worked as a photo lab technician. He followed his dream, and passed his love of photography on to the rest of us. He was a great teacher.

Dad had many hobbies. He loved knives and wanted to learn to make his own. So he did. He wanted to learn locksmithing, so he went back to school and got his license. Dad’s dreaming didn’t always become reality, but that never stopped his imagination. He used that same ability to dream big, to encourage all of us. There was never a time when Dad said, “That’s too big or too hard, find something else to do.” He believed in us and encouraged every dream we had. If sometimes we failed, he’d encourage us to find a new dream and keep going. There was always some way for us to serve God with our talents and he reminded us of that often.

He Taught Us To Always Be Prepared

For someone who was never a boy scout, he took their motto, always be prepared, to heart. He always wore shirts with two pockets, because he needed all the room to carry his gear. All his pockets were full and he had at least seven pocket knives on him at all times. They were different sizes with different blades, and there was always a Swiss army knife with tools included. Why carry so many? Because each knife would serve a different purpose and you never know when you would need them. For Christmas and birthdays he often received pocket gear. Anything pocket sized intrigued him. A mini flashlight or magnifying glass; a tiny measuring tape or screw driver, every new item was added to his pockets.

We teased him about his pocket gear, but if you ever needed anything, you could count on Dad to have something in his pockets that could do the job. As one friend said, “If there was a flood, I’d want to be around Duane Erwin. I bet he would have an inflatable raft in his pocket.”

He carried that need to be prepared into all areas of his life and not just for this physical world. He taught us to be prepared for tribulations that would come, and for Zion’s return. All of life is a challenge and preparation is key.

He Taught Us To Be Curious

Dad had an insatiable curiosity. He wanted to know how things worked. From the inside of a car, to inventions old and knew. He read voraciously. He loved magazines and books, fiction or non fiction, they were all exciting. His curiosity brought him knowledge. Some people know a lot about one or two things, Dad knew a little bit about everything. If you had a question about how to do something, chances were good that Dad knew enough to help you through.

He loved science and nature and his curiosity drove him to understand it better. Many conversations revolved around how God created things so intricately. He wanted to understand the mystery behind everything. Space and astronomy, biology and botany, electricity and magnetism; it all fascinated him. In turn it opened our minds to the miracles in creation and the world around us. He encouraged us to seek truth and answers to our own questions, simply by example.

He Taught Us To Have Faith

Dad’s faith was very strong and it grew everyday. We all grew up hearing the testimonies that he and Mom had over the years. Prayer was important in all areas of life and miracles were to be expected.

Once, when we were attending Center Branch, he was helping a friend repair a wheel chair lift. By accident, the lift was activated and Dad’s foot was pulled between the concrete step and the metal platform. With less than the width of a pencil, Dad’s foot was crushed and rolled between them. It only took seconds and they quickly pulled Dad’s foot free. Across the top, his toes were black. The elders administered to him and the blackness went away. Not a bone was broken. What should have removed his foot completely didn’t harm a bone.

There were healings and blessings to be found at all times. If we were sick or upset, scared or hurt, Dad’s prayers and faith always made us stronger. It was a gift that God blessed him with and he used it well.

He Taught Us To Trust

With great faith comes great trust. Dad learned to trust God for all of life’s needs. As newlyweds, he and Mom often were down to their last dollar with no more money in sight. God always provided when asked. One testimony they often shared was of a time early in their marriage. They were renting a trailer. The rent was due that day and they had no money to pay it. With no idea of how they would keep their home, they decided to take a drive and put it in God’s hands. Finally they returned to the trailer with no clear answer in mind. They opened the locked trailer door and there on the floor was a sealed envelope with their names written on the front. Opening it, they found exactly enough money to pay the rent. Shocked they tried to figure out who had left the money and how they’d gotten it into the trailer. They tried sliding it under the door, but it sealed too tight. They tried the window slats, but nothing they tried would land the envelope any where near the same spot. It was clear to them that God put the money there to not only provide for them, but to show that they could always trust him to provide and protect.

Mom and Dad were foster parents and there always seemed to be at least six of us kids in the house at all times. Money was often tight. They never let that stop them. Somehow there was always enough to provide, whether it was food left by a church friend that said God told them we were in need, or money given anonymously at just the right moment. Sometimes the blessings weren’t seen immediately, but we always knew that even if we didn’t understand the reasons, God had a plan and we could trust that His plan was best.

He Taught Us To Love

Some people say blood is thicker than water. Mom and Dad never believed that. They fostered more than 28 children during their marriage and loved every one, no matter how difficult it might be. Because of their love, they expanded their family, their home and their hearts. Love is taught by example and they continued to love and support anyone that God placed in their home.

There was never any doubt that Dad would do anything for his children, whether they were his by birth, by adoption, or by love. He stood up for us, protected us, and never, ever failed to love us. Sometimes it felt like love and faith were all that held us together, but it was enough. He taught us to love our family, our friends, and the gospel. More than anything else, he taught us to love our Savior Jesus with all our hearts.

He Taught Us To Hope

Dad studied his scriptures regularly, often looking up the meaning of words to find the greater understanding. Hope is a word used as a form of wishing today, but Dad found that the archaic form was to put one’s trust in something greater. He knew that hope was putting your trust in Jesus.

His greatest hope was in seeing God’s kingdom return to earth. He wanted to see his Savior and walk with him through the streets of Zion. Many times he would talk about how evil the world had become and how he longed for Zion to come soon. His hope and prayers for Zion guided his life and in turn, ours. He showed us that despite our determination to keep our covenant, we often fail. The hope that we find in God’s mercy and forgiveness is a gift like no other. Dad clung to that gift and taught us all to keep hope alive in our hearts.

We could not have asked for a better earthly father. He was a simple man that allowed his heart and his life to reflect our Heavenly Father every day. And because of all that our father taught us, we know that we will never be fatherless. Dad taught us that no matter where we are in life, we have a Father in Jesus and he will never leave us alone.

Thanks, Dad; your lessons will never be forgotten.




Dad and I in 1978

Dad in 2007

A.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Memories from last Christmas

While perusing some old pictures on my computer, I ran across some video I shot last Christmas. I made a little movie and thought I'd share it with you. These are the kinds of memories you don't want to forget.

A.


On the Tenth Day of Christmas...

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....


The Gift of Memories



God's Gift of Memories

by Marlo Schalesky





Memory is a powerful thing. We hear a song from our high school days and we’re transported to sweaty school dances and blasting the radio in our first car. The smell of brownies baking takes us back to pigtails and ponies. We drive by the house we lived in as a kid and remember the swingset in the backyard and how that rotten kid from next door blew spitwads through the hole in the fence.

Ever gotten sick on a type of food? You’ll never want to have that again. And don’t even think about naming your child after that whiny little brat that sat behind you in the fourth grade, even if your spouse loves that name.

Memory. It’s why we treasure photos, display mementos, keep in touch with people from our past. It’s why God set up festivals for the ancient Israelites and told them to erect memorials at significant places in their history.

Memory. It’s why the sight of a stuffed stocking takes me back to those early mornings in my childhood when my brother and I would wake up before dawn, run to the fireplace, get our stockings, and race back to my parents’s bed. Mom was always ready. Dad pretended to complain. And together, with lots of giggling and the thrill of anticipation, we’d pull out the gifts from our stockings one by one. Simple things, boring really. Candy. A toothbrush. Some silly plastic toy. Things that would be used up or forgotten in just a few short weeks. And yet, opening stockings is my favorite Christmas memory from childhood.

Why? I think it’s because good memories are not necessarily made from the “big stuff.” Rather, they’re fashioned out of warmth and happiness and times together. They’re woven with laughter, colored with simple, plain joy. They come from times when you experience love.

So, this year, I’m thinking about the memories I’m making now, for my kids, and for myself. I don’t want those memories to be ones of a Mom who’s running around with too much to do and too little time to do it. I don’t want them to be of hustle, bustle, shopping, wrapping, cooking, cards, and gifts thrown under the tree. I don’t even want them to be of the cool stable-and-horse set that my girls will unwrap on Christmas morning. Or the cheap kid’s guitar for my oldest (age 7), or the new “ooo-ahh” (stuffed gorilla) for one of my 2-year-old twins.

Because the toys will break, get old, get lost, or they’ll outgrow them. But they won’t outgrow the happy memories of family times together. The memories of decorating Christmas cookies with laughter and joking – those won’t get old. The times we make a gingerbread house together, or sit down and watch the Grinch – those won’t break. The simple things make the best memories. Times when we’re together as a family, having fun, enjoying the traditions we’re building together.

So, that’s my goal this Christmas, to weave memories of peace, love, togetherness, because that’s the best gift I can think of to celebrate Jesus’ birth -- Memories that bring a smile to the face of children . . . and to the face of the King.

For more about the power of memories in our lives, check out Marlo's next novel, Beyond the Night, releasing in May. A woman in a hospital bed, a man sitting beside her, and between them, a memory that can set her free. Find out more at: http://www.marloschalesky.com/