Saturday, January 11, 2014

2013 Annual Report - Jogie and Amanda Miller

Dinosaur Tracks in Tuba City
Agents Jogie and Amanda spent the year of 2013 seeking out one relic which if possessed would further enhance the power of the “projection room” located at headquarters.
Agent Jogie’s cover as a “Podiatric student” has provided wider infiltration of previously unvisited areas than ever before. This allowed greater possibility for the extraction of the sought after object.
First area in Tuba City, Arizona provided insider training on surgical amputation. This location also allowed Agents Jogie and Amanda to study impenetrable canyons and bipedal tracks of large organisms that roamed the Earth millions of years ago.
Jogie at a Volcano in Guatemala
Agent Jogie then proceeded to Guatemala on a “Medical Mission.” Here he utilized his Spanish language skills and was able to reach the city of Antigua thus succeeding in extracting “souvenirs.”
At Coal Mine Canyon
Next up was a reconnaissance mission via velocipede to the old mining village of Wickenburg, Arizona. Under cover of darkness Agents Jogie and Amanda traveled the fifty miles to this town. Unfortunately, the return escapades resulted in Agent Jogie to suffer from bodily trauma due to muscle fatigue and exertion.
Agent Jogie proceeded to the next dispatched location of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.  The University of Pittsburg Medical Center provided cover for many excursions into the night time locales which resulted in consuming lots of chicken wings. Meanwhile, Agent Amanda through a community effort known as code name “cookies during morning rush hour” upgraded to the vehicle hereafter known as “the green monster truck.”
Jogie and his bicycle
The next location for our “medical student” was Evansville, Indiana. Agent Jogie succeeded in assimilating with the St. Mary’s crowd which rendered a mountain bike excursion nearly successful - nearly because the contact between the handlebars and Agent Jogie’s sternum was unintentional.
Amanda at the Petroglyphs
A month long regrouping at headquarters in Phoenix, Arizona followed; which involved a lot of pizza in the projection room. The power of the projection room remained incomplete due to the absent status of the pursued item.
Next Agent Jogie proceeded to the “Core Rotation” in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Agent Amanda joined him here with the green monster truck to follow up on a lead involving a primitive drawing of a fox. Agents Jogie and Amanda needing to quickly gather greater insight into the surroundings set out to the highest vantage point which conveniently had a “tramway” to do the hiking. The advantage of higher elevation to see the surrounding terrain is likely done best during the daytime hours; for despite the close proximity to the first Earthly location of the sought after object Agents Jogie and Amanda saw nothing.
Agent Amanda while at headquarters sought out a tool for greater “insight.” Such a tool improved eyesight such that the use of the green monster truck is now much more potent.
Jogie and the Petroglyph of the fox
Agent Amanda on a familial journey to Arco, Idaho was able to further research the genealogical findings of the recent generations. This has aided in strengthening the bonds of alliances.
Agent Jogie was next relocated to Tucson, Arizona. This areas geographical proximity allowed regular returns to headquarters.
The Green Monster Truck

Agent Amanda while at headquarters worked on selecting young recruits to enlist. Projects known as “Singing Time” and “Activity Day Girls” proved quite effective. The conviction of the recruits as they sang “…we are as the Army of Helaman…” proved they were ready. Agent Amanda introduced a small group to the “projection room.” This endeavor proved to be a success.

Agent Amanda was next part of an organized 30 mile “bike ride” which exhibited routes that had not previously been explored. 
The Projection Room

Amanda on a bike ride
Salt Lake City, Utah was the next site for Agent Jogie to research. Camaraderie from immediate family members proved to be a great support for our “podiatric student.” Driving through gusts of very high winds reaching 80 miles per hour could not keep Agent Jogie from attainment of the ultimate goal. The package arrived with a smile and brought great joy.


Despite fatigue, loneliness, and other challenges Agents Jogie and Amanda procured the long sought after object: they are now in possession of Thor’s Hammer!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

To Grandma; Happy Birthday!


I have been so blessed to have so many experiences and memories with my Grandma Quist. She celebrates her ninetieth birthday this month. One reason I have been able to have so many experiences with her is because of her longevity. Her influence on me has been passed down directly and through the parenting style of my Dad.

Through Grandma I have learned to “use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.” So much of our world is focused on commercialism and new stuff. Not Grandma. The things in her house have been used as long as they could feasibly have been used. She does not want a new item until, and typically only when, the old one will not work at all. Through Grandma I have also learned that what means the most is not a physical item. The physical items that she cherishes have a strong sentimental meaning for her. For example the quilt that is the most valuable to Grandma was made by her mother. Her mother was a very talented quilter and made this particular quilt when she was seventy five years old. For Grandma the value is not the quilt; but that it was made by her mother for her because of her mother’s love.

Growing up I have often seen my Dad with his siblings fight for the position to do something for their mom. Helping Grandma was clearly a very important role. She is an important person to them who they all vie for the ability to serve. Little service things like mowing the grass, walking with her up the stairs, or cutting toenails are huge helps that her children all try help her with.

There are so many things that remind me of Grandma Quist and Grandma’s house. These are some of the fun memories that I have been blessed to share with her or at her house while visiting or things that just remind me of visiting Grandma.
  • ·         Cracked wheat cereal – we always had this at Grandma’s house in the morning. Sometimes there was oatmeal and others corn mush. It was always warm and delicious.
  • ·         Cinnamon disc cookies – these are the best cookies that Grandma makes. Probably my favorite. They are easy to make; but the dough when I make them hardly ever gets far enough to be baked.
  • ·         Trampoline in the house – she had this under the twin bed and we always brought it out and jumped and jumped until it was time to let someone else have a turn. It was brought out a lot when we would visit.
  • ·         Pound puppies – Tyler used to carry around some tiny black and white puppy dogs that were the size of half of your palm. He had lost one or two at Grandma’s house and, of course, Tyler was devastated. We could not find them and went home. Next time we went to Grandma’s house Tyler and Garrett got a toy out to play and inside the box were those puppies that Tyler had lost. We laughed a lot about those puppies being in that little box of toys. Especially because it was probably Tyler who put them in the box and could not remember and was so upset about it.
  • ·         Feeding Grandma’s cats – Grandma always saved scraps for the cats. While we would visit we were able to take the scraps to the cats. I did that only once. At that time I tried to be especially careful to not have the food splatter or spill out of the feeding dish. The cats were hungry and knew what was coming and were ready at the dish. I got nervous or something and dumped all of the food onto one cats head. My Dad who was verbally guiding me on how to feed the cats tummy laughed for a long time.
  • ·         Making cheesecake – I went with my Dad to Grandma’s house so he could help Lloyd, David and Glenden with the bathroom remodel. I wasn’t much help with the bathroom; but I helped Grandma with making lunches and similar things. During this time David had a birthday. Grandma wanted to make a cake for him. She and I made a cheesecake.  It took a long time and David was very appreciative of us making that cake for him.
  • ·         Snow drifts – My family went to Grandma’s house just before Chelsea’s wedding.  It was snowy and difficult to drive through. On my drive to her house I had made a wrong turn and had to be dug out five minutes from her house. A neighbor had to plow the road so Chelsea and those going to the sealing could get to the temple. The wind had blown in the morning hours and caused the snow around Grandma’s house to pile up like sand dunes. While Grandma and Chelsea and my parents went to the temple I stayed at Grandma’s house with Tyler and Garrett. I challenged Garrett to a race around the house through the middle of these snow drifts. He accepted. We somersaulted through the snow and leaped and dived. I ended up getting myself a little stuck and Garrett had to pull me out.
  • ·         Doing Dishes – My Dad often encouraged us to do the dishes while we were at Grandma’s. Most of the time it was a dreaded chore; but it helped Grandma greatly and she cooked such good food for us. When my family was visiting just before Chelsea’s wedding Garrett and I did the dishes for every meal. We had great fun doing them together. We got really good at getting the dishes cleaned. After the last meal before we were going to leave to go home Grandma was very adamant that we do not wash her dishes. My Dad meanwhile was encouraging and told us to go ahead. Grandma started gathering up her dirty dishes away from us. She started raising her voice and even stomped her foot she was so riled up. She wanted to do the dishes herself she said so she could remember us as we were driving home. Her foot stamp had us so surprised we were laughing.
  • ·         The bookcase of cousins – Grandma’s house always had the cousin’s pictures. I have always thought that was so neat. It was very exciting to have a new picture that we could put in so I could replace the previous years. Embarrassingly, I think the picture that is currently there is several years old. Next to that wall were the pictures of Grandma’s children. I was always amazed at how much hair my Dad’s picture had. I could tell it was him not by the hair obviously, but the toothy grin.
  • ·         The Still and Quiet Game – At one point my family was at Grandma’s the same time that Darrel’s family was. We started to play the still and quiet game. Jessica and I were getting really into it. We found some ways to lie down or hang upside down. From these positions we would be both still and quiet. Grandma got worried and banned the still and quiet game her house evermore.
  • ·         I am one of the few people who have gotten to go on an airplane with Grandma. She was nervous to be away from home; but she did perfectly well on the plane. We got to check out the clouds and talk about all of the things that we were flying over. (If I remember right she has a strong opinion of Beaver, Utah.) We visited her sister Elsie together while in Mesa. The stories that came out of the woodwork while these two sisters reminisced and giggled were amazing. Apparently they did not get much sleep as they visited so late into the evening with Elsie quoting the Proclamation and singing songs to Grandma.

I am so blessed to have been able to know Grandma Quist. She is a wonderful blessing to my family and to me. I am very excited that we can celebrate her ninetieth birthday together. Happy Birthday Grandma!

-          Love Amanda


Thursday, July 11, 2013

Make History or Be Remembered


A coworker wore into work on casual Friday a t-shirt that had the words “well behaved women seldom make history.” This was a souvenir gift from her boyfriend’s parents.  I sniggered with her that these potential in laws are saying she is not a well behaved woman. She insisted that the phrase is well known and does not necessarily mean that she is a naughty girl in the eyes of these parents. Upon a Google search we found the source of the statement. It was in the opening paragraph of a literary journal article about Puritan women and what is known about them through their eulogies. The article is written by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.

While at BYU studying history the name Laurel Thatcher Ulrich popped up in one of the required History classes. She is an LDS historian who wrote about Puritan women’s history. The fields of history that I have been most drawn to are colonial period, and women’s history. Why I did not gravitate to this historian earlier I just don’t know. Regardless, in the unexpected form of a t-shirt, I was introduced again. I took a break from reading adventure fiction novels and wet my feet in historian texts once again.

“Well-behaved women seldom make history” draws to mind very diverse yet similar images. Any woman that lived many years ago had to have done something extraordinary in order to be remembered today. By today’s standards this extraordinary thing would be considered quite ordinary; but at the time of the historical woman it could very likely have been considered misbehavior. The extraordinary thing could have been at one time keeping a journal as the written word was not the societal norm it is today. Or it could have been cross dressing and joining the army to physically fight for freedom. Both circumstances would allow present persons to remember and connect with these women. I feel there is a difference, however, between making history and becoming notorious. Notoriety seems to have a sense of evil doing to it that is beyond the line of misbehavior. In the vast history of witch hunting for example there were women who were targeted for life circumstances of being single or childless and that was the extent of their misbehavior. There were likely others who in actuality were acting with intentions that were mean and unrighteous and this was why they became targets for the witch hunts.

The last line of the book sums up my interpretation of the phrase best. Mrs. Ulrich writes, “Well-behaved women make history when they do the unexpected, when they create and preserve records, and when later generations care.” It is a simple formula for how to be remembered. To make history one simply does something unexpected and someone else cares. Being remembered does not always require misbehavior.

One of the stories in the book was about two old women who decided that they wanted to register to vote despite being before the 19th Ammendment. They were denied in their endeavor. In response these sisters in their late seventies and early eighties decided they would no longer pay the taxes on their farm. The tax collector came to collect the taxes and took their cows as payment. The cows would not be milked by anyone other than the tenant of the sisters. When the cows were milked the woman who treated the milk would not do so because the cows were stolen, and thus the milk spoiled. The cows after an absence were returned to the women in whole. A journalist at the time wrote, “Does taxation without representation cease to be tyranny, and become justice, when the property-owner is a woman?” The imagery of the Revolutionary War in the words of this journalist did make me laugh at loud. The stubbornness of these Grandmas is inspiring and endearing.

Many young girls want to grow up to be famous. They want people to know who they are. As they grow up, these little girls now little grandma’s, no longer want to be famous; but instead want to be remembered. It is far easier to be remembered today with our prevalence and ease of journaling and social media, photography and computers. The key ingredient to being remembered is that someone needs to care. Misbehavior stands out as it is often sensational and scandalous; yet other traits of bravery and personality can also entice future generations to care.

Past generations of women that we remember today had some advantages that their contemporaries likely did not. These women were very talented in some regard. This could have been in art, music, writing, or beauty. Their talents set them apart from other women who may have had the same talents on a more mediocre scale. Other women who had the social standing and thus familial wealth to pay for training to develop these talents further were noted to be very accomplished as well. Thus, an exceptional talent or the means to develop an exceptional talent allowed such women to stand out from the crowd. Women that others noted as exceptional were granted immortality through writings or images. Those works that have been preserved for today allow current men and women a glimpse into the lives that these women lived. And thus, be remembered.

The statement “Well-behaved Women Seldom Make History” could perhaps be true. Breaking gender and societal norms for women has granted many historical women a place in history. Women that fought in battles, women that dressed in drag, women that did what had been men’s work, women who did not bear children, women who used crass language. These women who acted like men would have stood out from the other women in their towns. People who met these masculine women would have passed word about her for good or ill. These women would have been written about and thus we have something to remember them by.

Well-behaved women can write their own place in history. Through journals, diaries, stories, and pictures ordinary everyday women are remembered. They very likely lived very ordinary lives filled with mundane chores and tasks. These daily tasks make up the whole of the individual and the life that they lived. There is something very exciting about discovering what someone did with their life. What historical events were they blessed to see or be a part of. What kind of person they were. “By small and simple things are great things brought to pass” (Alma 37:6). It is the little details that make the life of the individual. Every person lives their own unique life and has their unique experiences and perspectives. There are similarities in what many people see and say. Yet there cannot be two exact lives. We have been blessed to have agency. To choose for ourselves what we will do with the time on Earth that we have been given.


To be remembered someone else needs to care. In my journal I write for myself. I don’t imagine anyone else would care as much as I would. But, I care. I care about the mundane, boring, and repetitive daily activities. I care because I remember. I remember the person I was when I wrote the entry. I remember what I wrote, and I remember what I did not write. Even if I am the only person to care, the girl and the young woman who wrote the journal entries long ago will always be remembered.