Thanks

Last night I had a friend call who I haven't talked to in ages. she called because she is thankful for me. So the week before Thanksgiving I also would like to express thanks. Today I am thankful for my parents Ernest Cameron McKay and Lucille Gold McKay
I always thought they were a pretty ordinary folk, but not so. The older I get and the more I see of life I become evermore grateful for parents who knew how to work hard, not complain in the face adversity( and they had more than their fair share), loved the gospel and lived it every day of their lives. They left a heritage for their children and grandchildren that is the stuff talks from the pulpit are made of. These people will never be known outside of the family circle they were so careful to nurture but it is enough.

I'm grateful dad didn't crash coming down Ogden Canyon during a snow storm the day they got married even though Mom was so nervous it sounded like it might be a good idea.

I glad they had the courage to have a family with no money and poor health. I'm really glad they didn't stop at three as the doctors suggested.

I'm grateful Mom encouraged a strong relationship with our grandparents.

I'm grateful we ate dinner together.

Even though we sometimes thought we would die of boredom we had family home evening every week, and we all sat through home teachers.

We were taught to always support our church leaders.

Dancing with your dad in the family room to Lawrence Welk is a good thing, particularly if it is a polka.

Hanging out clothes on the line will not kill you nor will ironing.

We attended each others music and sporting events.

I'm glad dad knew how to sit down and talk to people without always being in a hurry.

We were to get an education.

If you hurt, buck up little camper and move forward.

Enjoy people.

Service is the staff of life.

Don't whine.

Family is more important than money, land or things.



The list is endless.