We are grateful for friends who have enriched our lives, and we always appreciate keeping in touch with those who have shared our fond memories.
Kevan and Terri Clawson have been members of our community for about a year and attended church with us, but Kevan's father's failing health created a change in their plans resulting in their moving from Martin. We will miss them but will continue to be interested in what they are doing and will certainly continue to treasure our relationship with them. Terri was a PA in the clinic here and has just recently completed the requirements for her doctoral degree in Global Health. Kevan is an author primarily of church related books and generously gave us a copy of several of his books.
Terri and Kevan Clawson
We are grateful for the time they lived in our community.
When you have bonded with a friend, it is interesting how that friendship can resume without interruption even though there has been months and even years since you have been together or had much interaction in the intervening time.
We were delighted that the Moultons included a visit with us on their travel across country from their home in North Carolina on their way to Utah. We had such a good time reminiscing about our time in Russia while on our missions. They were humanitarian missionaries in the Yekaterinburg Mission in Siberia. When they first arrived in Russia, we met them at the airport in Moscow so they could receive some training for the humanitarian service they would be doing during their 18-month mission. We shared numerous e-mails and phone conversations during those months related to the humanitarian projects, and we were together again at the area conference held in Armenia.
Gloria and Richard Moulton
Our friendship began in Russia, and we were happy to
have them come for a visit this past weekend following
their tour of the Black Hills and Mount Rushmore.
We would have toured the Black Hills with the Moultons on Saturday had we not had a conflict in our schedule. We were in Bismarck that day attending a temple session and special meeting with the ordinance workers, which was followed by a luncheon. The new temple presidency was announced, as President and Sister Reese will be completing their service in Bismarck at the end of October. We have enjoyed serving with them and having this relationship that began when President Reese served as the mission president for the South Dakota Rapid City Mission during 1997-2000.
Bismarck Temple (back view)
The drive home from Bismarck takes five hours without making any stops, and we got home a couple of hours before the Moultons arrived. Sunday morning they went with us to Rosebud for church. That afternoon, we went on a tour of our farm; and they continued on their way Monday morning.
Sam showing Richard Moulton one of the tractors
explaining the technology involved.
Richard and Sam by the sprayer,
with the 120-foot boom folded up.
Our farm tour included seeing the crops, the equipment, and the cattle. While we were inside the calving barn in the north pasture, I heard a constant buzzing sound that I thought must be something electrical. I asked a couple of times what that sound was, but no one answered me; so I went up to the window where the hired man sometimes stays during the calving season and looked in to see if there was something making the noise inside the room.
It turned out that the buzzing was coming from a rattlesnake coiled up in the darkened corner about 36 inches from where I was standing. Those who know me and my phobia about snakes will be impressed that I kept surprisingly calm, but Gloria and I didn't stay to watch Sam kill the rattlesnake. I feel blessed that I had a guardian angel watching over me, for I could have easily taken a step in the wrong direction and been bitten. I hate snakes even those that aren't poisonous!
Later, on our way back from seeing the sunflower field over east that had gotten hailed, we saw a second rattlesnake in the road, which Sam killed by driving back and forth over it. This is the time of the year when rattlesnakes are returning to their dens for the winter. Fortunately, no one has ever been bitten here; although Sam's mother was bitten when she was twelve years old living near the Milesville area.
We are enjoying the beautiful weather while it lasts.
It is 80 degrees as I write this on September 27th.
It is 80 degrees as I write this on September 27th.
We are very grateful for family, friends, and happy times.
We always enjoy hearing from you.











































