Monday, September 30, 2013

Easing into Fall

I always dread winter.  My way of easing into the cold seasons is to savor our condo week at Iron Blossam, up Little Cottonwood Canyon. It is cold in the mountains by early September, but it is so magnificently beautiful that I begin looking forward to winter, in spite of myself.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We always enjoy Room 618, our loft condo overlooking the swimming pool.  We've owned it for the last fifteen years, since Jonny and Michael were little boys.  Our week coincides with Oktoberfest, which begins, at Snowbird, in August!  I always walk up to the big Oktoberfest tent to take a look at the Alpenhorns and yodelers, as well as watching the little kids in the pool at Iron Blossam and thinking of the days when we had little kids there, too.
 
 
 
 
 
 

One constant during our Iron Blossam weeks is my ironing.  I know I'll watch more movies and TV news than at home, since I'm sharing open-walled rooms with Dave.  I'm armed with my ironing board and laundry bin full of wrinkled tablecloths and napkins.
Another constant is dining at the Snowbird restaurants.  Each night Dave and I try a different place--the Steak Pit, Wildflower, Lodge, and The Aerie.  Dave and I spent a relaxing Sunday afternoon with Michael at the Wildflower.
 
 
 
 
Dave and I spent another evening at the Lodge.  The cioppino was delicious, but the restaurant was nearly empty.  We were definitely in the off-season.  After dinner, the waiter warned us that a moose and her baby were right outside the front door, and that we should walk to Iron Blossam by the back route.  There was a sign on the door warning of animal encounters!  At the Steak Pit, we were sorry to miss the porcupine who usually sidles up to back door to eat a loaf of bread set outside by the wait staff.  "It's been warmer this September, and he can still find lots of food outside besides our bread," our waiter sighed. 
 
 
We ate two dinners at El Chanate, including finishing every last bite of our mud pie.  El Chanate is located at the Cliff Lodge.  There are space heaters for diners on the porch, and a striking view downhill to the Snow Bird Ski Center and the mountains beyond.
 
 
 
 
 
 
The most elegant restaurant we visited was The Aerie, on the 10th floor of the Cliff Lodge.  We watched the sunset between our entrĂ©e and dessert.  We went back to The Aerie, on our last night at Snowbird, to snap a few last photos of a beautiful place.  As we left the Cliff, we saw one more sign, surely written by lawyers, warning us of the dangers outside.  On our way to the parking lot, I turned back to try to capture the lights of Snowbird against the velvety black sky, filled with stars.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Goodbye to Grandma

Dave's mom, Carol Spendlove, died on September 2, 2013.  Her funeral was held September 11, 2013, at Larkin Mortuary.  Dave spoke, recounting stories about Carol as a riveter on B-24 airplanes during WWII and helping her husband, Cliff, to catch Russian spies for the FBI.  Fred Houston, a long-time family friend, described Carol as "a lady" who really enjoyed being a woman.  Charlotte Alvey read Carol's story about becoming a riveter, Jacob Moench played his own arrangement of "I Need Thee Every Hour," and a collection of great grandchildren sang "I am a Child of God," accompanied by Jill Clark.   Michael Spendlove said the opening prayer, Jason Spendlove the closing prayer, Joshua Moreland read Carol's obituary, and Jared Moench played prelude music.  Some 75 to 100 of Carol's friends and family filled the Larkin chapel.  Friends and family also gathered at the viewing the night before and for an hour before the service.
 
 
 
 
 
It was a treat to have Grandma's nice, Valerie, attend the funeral.  Valerie is the daughter of Grandma's sister, Betty.
 
We hadn't seen Alan Dale's family for quite a while, and we enjoyed catching up with them.
 
 
There was also an assortment of Dave's mom's grand-children and great-grandchildren.
 
Some of Dave's and my friends dropped by, too, such as Pam Johnson.
Dave's mom was buried at Wasatch Lawn, next to Dave's dad and their son, Michael.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We returned to the Emigration 4th Ward, where our neighbors hosted us to a family dinner.  I took a snapshot of the supervisors in the kitchen--Pam Cole, Robyn Petty, Bobbie Casper, and Nancy Monson.  Dave's sisters, Nancy and Janice, laid out Dave's mom's photo albums on tables in the room where we ate, so family members could choose which pictures they wanted.