tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88148600941881677782024-03-18T21:10:04.359-07:00Brent & Kelli Hintze FamilyThe Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-29741632061470960202015-08-30T08:33:00.000-07:002015-08-30T08:34:17.886-07:00Elder James E. Talmage - "The Parable of Two Lamps"<h2 style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.00784314); background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #2a3753; font-family: 'Helam Slab', 'Roboto Slab', Calibri, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
The Parable of Two Lamps</h2>
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Among the material things of the past—things that I treasure for sweet memory’s sake and because of pleasant association in bygone days—is a lamp. …</div>
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The lamp of which I speak, the student lamp of my school and college days, was one of the best of its kind. I had bought it with hard-earned savings; it was counted among my most cherished possessions. …</div>
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One summer evening I sat musing studiously and withal restfully in the open air outside the door of the room in which I lodged and studied. A stranger approached. I noticed that he carried a satchel. He was affable and entertaining. I brought another chair from within, and we chatted together till the twilight had deepened into dusk, the dusk into darkness.</div>
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Then he said: “You are a student and doubtless have much work to do of nights. What kind of lamp do you use?” And without waiting for a reply, he continued, “I have a superior kind of lamp I should like to show you, a lamp designed and constructed according to the latest achievements of applied science, far surpassing anything heretofore produced as a means of artificial lighting.”</div>
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I replied with confidence, and I confess, not without some exultation: “My friend, I have a lamp, one that has been tested and proved. It has been to me a companion through many a long night. It is an Argand lamp, and one of the best. I have trimmed and cleaned it today; it is ready for the lighting. Step inside; I will show you my lamp; then you may tell me whether yours can possibly be better.”</div>
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We entered my study room, and with a feeling which I assume is akin to that of the athlete about to enter a contest with one whom he regards as a pitiably inferior opponent, I put the match to my well-trimmed Argand.</div>
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My visitor was voluble in his praise. It was the best lamp of its kind, he said. He averred that he had never seen a lamp in better trim. He turned the wick up and down and pronounced the adjustment perfect. He declared that never before had he realized how satisfactory a student lamp could be.</div>
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I liked the man; he seemed to me wise, and he assuredly was ingratiating. “Love me, love my lamp,” I thought, mentally paraphrasing a common expression of the period.</div>
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“Now,” said he, “with your permission I’ll light my lamp.” He took from his satchel a lamp then known as the “Rochester.” It had a chimney which, compared with mine, was as a factory smokestack alongside a house flue. Its hollow wick was wide enough to admit my four fingers. Its light made bright the remotest corner of my room. In its brilliant blaze my own little Argand wick burned a weak, pale yellow. Until that moment of convincing demonstration, I had never known the dim obscurity in which I had lived and labored, studied and struggled.</div>
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“I’ll buy your lamp,” said I; “you need neither explain nor argue further.” I took my new acquisition to the laboratory that same night and determined its capacity. It turned at over 48 candlepower—fully four times the intensity of my student lamp.</div>
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Two days after purchasing, I met the lamp peddler on the street about noontime. To my inquiry he replied that business was good; the demand for his lamps was greater than the factory supply. “But,” said I, “you are not working today?” His rejoinder was a lesson. “Do you think that I would be so foolish as to go around trying to sell lamps in the daytime? Would you have bought one if I had lighted it for you when the sun was shining? I chose the time to show the superiority of my lamp over yours, and you were eager to own the better one I offered, were you not?”</div>
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Such is the story. Now consider the application of a part, a very small part, thereof.</div>
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“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven” [<a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/matt/5.16?lang=eng#15" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Matt. 5:16</a>].</div>
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The man who would sell me a lamp did not disparage mine. He placed his greater light alongside my feebler flame, and I hasted to obtain the better.</div>
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The missionary servants of the Church of <a class="no-link-style" href="http://www.mormon.org/beliefs/jesus-christ" style="background-position: 0px 0px; border: none !important; color: #2f393a; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none !important; vertical-align: baseline;">Jesus Christ</a> today are sent forth, not to assail or ridicule the beliefs of men, but to set before the world a superior light, by which the smoky dimness of the flickering flames of man-made creeds shall be apparent. The work of the Church is constructive, not destructive.</div>
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As to the further meaning of the parable, let him that hath eyes and a heart see and understand.</div>
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In our email we received from Elder Bradley Hintze today, he invited our family to record our testimony of The Book of Mormon, place it in the back of a few books, and send them to him to give to individuals and families. We are excited for this opportunity. As I thought about my feelings I have regarding The Book of Mormon, I thought of this video I saw a few months ago and wanted to share it with you. Elder Holland provides an wonderful introduction to the book. The Book of Mormon is true!</div>
The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-75197609002322146122015-01-05T17:50:00.002-07:002015-01-05T17:59:19.272-07:00Happy New Year<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Wishing you all a wonderful New Year! </span></div>
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Our family is well. Elder Bradley Hintze continues to serve in the mission field. He is currently in Tallahassee, Florida. Please take time to stop by and visit his blog at: <a href="http://elderhintze.blogspot.com/">http://elderhintze.blogspot.com/</a>. You will find his address and email address there as well as weekly updates to his life and times. Don't be alarmed if I am a couple of weeks behind. I'll get caught up!<br />
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Chantel and TJ are still is West Bountiful with their two boys Buster and Mack. Madison and Eddie moved a few months ago to Lehi. They are enjoying their three kids Dylan, Claire, and Davis. Hadley and Cameron live near us here in Centerville. You can find other family blogs on the right side of the page. Looks to me like they don't blog very much either!<br />
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We hope you all enjoyed a very Merry Christmas and have a prosperous New Year. We wish for you every success and much happiness.The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-19621734234363966522013-06-28T17:17:00.002-07:002013-06-28T17:17:56.940-07:00Elder Hintze in Alabama!On Tuesday, June 25th, Elder Bradley Hintze traveled across the country to the Florida Tallahassee Mission. After dinner and a night in the mission home, he has been assigned to an area in Dothan, Alabama. His companion is Elder Alec Stubbs and we are looking forward to Monday! At least we hope to get an email on Monday?? His new address in Dothan is:<br />
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The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-85205615910783579392013-06-15T00:04:00.001-07:002013-06-15T00:04:08.081-07:00Elder Bradley B. Hintze - Enters the MTCOn Wednesday, June 12th, Bradley entered the MTC to begin his missionary service. We anticipate he will fly to Tallahassee on Tuesday, June 25th. Please see our blog "Preaching in the Panhandle" for letters, photos, and regular updates. We love you Bradley!The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-62275569899319659582013-06-10T11:40:00.000-07:002013-06-10T11:40:15.014-07:00Bradley's Mission to FloridaI am just not a very good blogger. But, maybe that's a good thing. I did want to update a couple of things. On February 27th, Bradley received his mission call to the Florida Tallahassee Mission, entering the MTC in Provo on June 12th. He is very excited for this opportunity. Yesterday, Sunday, June 9th, he spoke in Sacrament Meeting in our Ward prior to leaving. He did a fabulous job. He spoke with confidence. He is ready to serve. We want to thank everyone who attended with us and came to the house afterward. Also, thanks to so many who shared their goodies and chairs and other stuff. We are blessed with a great family and many friends. Stay tuned for addition updates after the curbside drop off at the MTC on Wednesday!The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-19778264866945411982012-03-09T21:55:00.002-07:002012-03-09T23:04:23.192-07:00Update on Some Things<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Previously, I mentioned that Madison & Eddie were expecting their second baby. We first knew of this at Christmas time. Well, the ultrasound has revealed that the little baby is a girl! Everyone is very excited. Allison will soon be here (that's what I call her, but her parents have a different name). Allison is due June 15th. Another girl in the family. Could be a big nightmare!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Also, the wedding of 2012 is scheduled for April 28th. That is the day that Hadley & Cameron will tie the knot! Plans are moving forward with all haste! Stay tuned for a very fun reception! </span></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-83461424851422785412012-01-02T17:31:00.004-07:002012-01-02T17:44:14.461-07:00Brand New YearWell, the holidays are over. Hope each of you had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year. <div><br /></div><div>Thought I would mention a couple of things as our family begins this new year. First of all, we began the Christmas season with Hadley moving back from Utah State. She is a college graduate! We are proud of you Hads! Secondly, Madison and Eddie announced on Christmas Eve they were expecting baby #2. Madison is due June 15th. Very, very exciting! Third, Hadley was proposed to on Christmas Day. She and Cameron are planning on April or sometime around there for a wedding. If you check Hadley's blog, you will read how things unfolded. Very fun! Stay tuned for details. </div><div><br /></div><div>We wish each of you a wonderful 2012. </div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-23479904516367301942011-09-04T12:35:00.002-07:002011-09-04T12:38:48.056-07:00Haven't Been BloggingThe title of this post says it all. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I know HOW to blog?? What exactly should I be doing? Well, I mentioned some upcoming pictures (don't know how to do that) and details about our two grandsons. Have I mentioned, how they are just so adorable! <div>
<br /></div><div>I will try to figure some things out and be in touch. </div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-44157176434651482542011-06-06T08:11:00.002-07:002011-06-06T08:14:09.148-07:00New Grandson ArrivedJune 1st brought Kelli and I our second grandson. Troy Buster Henderson has arrived and he has a name! Pictures and details to follow. He is very cute!The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-75039610434846145782011-02-11T07:36:00.004-07:002011-02-11T07:42:03.744-07:00Dad's BloggingIt seems the family has added their own blogs of late. I have added a link to Hadley's and Eddie & Madison's on this page. It may be time for me to post a thing or two of my own. If I do, I'm definitely going to need a change of wallpaper or something on this page. The way it looks now has Hadley written all over it! Stay tuned.The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-67608427729969970082010-05-15T18:22:00.004-07:002010-05-15T18:30:29.447-07:00Correction....Pet CrematorySo things aren't always as they seem. <div><br /><div> I went to my little pet cemetery thing for the Herald Journal and come to find out the place is not a cemetery at all. No sign of tombstones and dog bone bouquets. Heavenly Animals is a place where pets are cremated...(for those who know me this is just NOT MY THING!)</div><div><br /></div><div> I never have, nor ever will consider myself a pet lover. But I did as a good little reporter should and asked a bunch of penetrating questions and have nearly completed my article. Will it be published? I have no idea. If it is published, does anyone care to read about cremated pets? NO!</div></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-32403302727634076322010-05-12T18:20:00.003-07:002010-05-15T18:30:55.606-07:00My BIG Break!Oh man, oh man! So my parents are beyond wise. <div><br /><div> I am still stranded up in Logan for a few more weeks tending small children from 3 to 6 and I got to brainstorming with my parents about morning time fillers and my dad suggested and demanded I place a call to the Herald Journal to see if they could use some free labor in the mornings. The next day there I sat in Lance Fraizer's office securing a half-internship!</div><div> </div><div> I have now spent three days on the floor of the newsroom. I have typed up one wedding announcement, one park service notice, and one retirement! I have recently been assigned to cover a story about pet cemeteries which will be run sometime around Memorial Day. I will conduct an interview in the Heavenly Animals owner's living room which will probably be crawling with dogs and I will ask her penetrating questions about deceased pets as calm as I possibly can! Gotta start somewhere</div></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-57414629143085720642010-04-23T12:10:00.006-07:002010-05-15T18:31:36.899-07:00Bunch of BIG Things!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6qYtCLbwsGopj92tp3nwqzKbgXDpAc8SN2fGGLGDreyLLgRptSzBw1LDgLm5KlsPkvg86lKj7bv90Qu04k-YPY7g34bJCESexUa4lpVpKsuiEGiUmUwE7kHTPPX5NQbKtMaABYCKtwU/s1600/26216_335728771337_716116337_4105941_2713748_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6qYtCLbwsGopj92tp3nwqzKbgXDpAc8SN2fGGLGDreyLLgRptSzBw1LDgLm5KlsPkvg86lKj7bv90Qu04k-YPY7g34bJCESexUa4lpVpKsuiEGiUmUwE7kHTPPX5NQbKtMaABYCKtwU/s320/26216_335728771337_716116337_4105941_2713748_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463413295281151778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbFVV_FKQCK0MdCHPQ6Fi5xJ3NK0ThupwMtSqzaxNNcWXg0IZ-VwQ4cxgvqPGDs5s7ghF0AyfrRgzRIby_x05ct_OmUta_hfjg33zsGfcJCerIKBNVMSSFol53U1fubGG_qPGWleQ4ZU/s1600/4540464957_8252da7b77_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbFVV_FKQCK0MdCHPQ6Fi5xJ3NK0ThupwMtSqzaxNNcWXg0IZ-VwQ4cxgvqPGDs5s7ghF0AyfrRgzRIby_x05ct_OmUta_hfjg33zsGfcJCerIKBNVMSSFol53U1fubGG_qPGWleQ4ZU/s320/4540464957_8252da7b77_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463413294370267858" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">BIG things have been happening lately in the fam and I have a few pictures to prove it! </div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Eddie and Madison's future, long-legged, adorable son!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I gained a new brother!</div></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-5392411140787799522010-04-23T12:01:00.006-07:002010-05-15T18:32:40.114-07:00Ann Cannon<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> As some of you may know I am a huge fan of Ann Cannon! She shared this darling little story on her blog a few days ago and just thought somebody out there might like it as much as I did! Hope all is well! Here goes Ann......</span></span></div><div><blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"><h2 class="date-header" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.2em; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span>THURSDAY, APRIL 22, 2010</span></h2><div class="date-posts"><div class="post-outer"><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 221, 238); padding-bottom: 1.5em; "><a name="4272304259135689184"></a><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "><a href="http://anncannon.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-future.html" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: normal; ">Back to the Future</a></h3><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><div style="text-align: center;">Today Geoff and I had tacos at Rubios. Sitting next to us was a VERY beautiful well-dressed young mother with her adorable toddler son. As they prepared to leave he pointed to me and Geoff and said to her, "This is you twenty years from now." And then because I didn't want to scare her unnecessarily, I said, "Only you'll probably have cuter clothes."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She laughed. And then she looked at me. I mean really REALLY looked at me as though I were her own crystal ball. And I, of course, looked at her, filled with remembrance of small boys past. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"It goes fast, doesn't it?" she said finally. Gently. And I nodded.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Later, on the drive home, I cried a little, thinking of all of the craziness sweet and sad she has in front of her and how, in a heartbeat, I would take it all on again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only with cuter clothes.</div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></span></span></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-86537792538923484552010-01-12T00:05:00.001-07:002010-05-15T18:33:22.831-07:00Oatmeal Kisses<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">FIRST POST OF 2010!! Happy New Year!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> As many of you may already know, things have gotten a little crazy around the Hintze home recently. Madison and Eddie are expecting their first baby in August and Chantel and TJ are tying the knot in April! So many exciting and life changing things!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> I happened to run into this story entitled "Oatmeal Kisses" the other day. With all the excitement/chaos/busy-ness that exist in everyday life it is a good reminder to enjoy all that comes your way!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" color: rgb(20, 50, 50); font-family:Georgia-Italic;"><i>Oatmeal Kisses<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:16.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia-Italic;"><i>The baby is teething. The children are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat dinner without him.</i></span><span style=" ;font-family:Stencil;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:16.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia-Italic;"><i>Okay, one of these days I'll shout: "Why don't you grow up and act your age!" and they will, or "You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do...and don't slam the door!"...and they won't.</i></span><span style=" ;font-family:Stencil;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:16.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia-Italic;"><i>I'll straighten up their rooms neat and tidy...bumper stickers discarded...spreads tucked and smooth ... toys displayed on the shelves...hangers in the closet...animals caged, and I'll yell: "Now I want it to stay that way!" and it will...I'll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces in it and I'll say, "Now there's a meal for a company." and I'll eat it alone.</i></span><span style=" ;font-family:Stencil;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:16.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia-Italic;"><i>I'll say, "I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around, no pantomimes, no demolition crews. Silence! Do you hear?"...and I'll have it. No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti, no more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent, no more dandelion bouquets, no more iron-on patches or knotted shoestrings.</i></span><span style=" ;font-family:Stencil;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:16.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia-Italic;"><i>Imagine, no babysitter for New Year's Eve, washing clothes only once a week, no P.T.A. meetings, carpools, blaring radios, Christmas presents out of toothpicks and paste. No more wet oatmeal kisses. No more toothfairy giggles in the dark, or knees to heal.</i></span><span style=" ;font-family:Stencil;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:16.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia-Italic;"><i>Only my voice crying..."Why don't you grow up?"... and the silence echoing .......</i></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia-BoldItalic;"><b><i>"I did."</i></b></span><span style=" ;font-family:Stencil;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> I hope as we go into an exciting New Year we vow to be a little more patient and a little more forgiving! Enjoy all the surprises life brings to you!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"> With love, the 2010 Hadley</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment-->The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-70362775724105782682009-11-23T13:15:00.001-07:002010-05-15T18:34:47.841-07:00Thoughts of Thankfulness<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As the day of turkey and gravy creep upon us, I'm taking some time to remember past Thanksgiving holidays. <div><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As I started my reflection I recalled first grade...I was in Mrs. Paver's class. We spent an entire school day in November making feather headbands and indian vests out of paper grocery sacks. We ate rubbery turkey chunks, instant mashed potatoes and lumpy gravy on the pull out cafeteria tables.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I thought of spending Thanksgiving at Grandma Hintze's eating more rolls than humanly acceptable. Eating two plates, one for me and one for cousin Davie who was on his mission. So full afterwards, lying motionless on the tasseled rug below the fireplace.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another Thanksgiving was celebrated in Hawaii. Denny's provided pancakes rather than turkey, syrup rather than gravy and eggs rather than stuffing, but with family, close friends, sand burns, jellyfish stings and lungs full of salt water, it was a Thanksgiving to remember. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>All-in-all, I am thankful this time of year for many things. Family being atop the list. Thank you for the things you do, the people you are and the love you give.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Wherever you are this Thanksgiving, I hope you find yourself with bellies full and your hearts even fuller.</div><div><br /></div><div>Warm wishes, </div><div> already tasting turkey...Hadley</div></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-80093582115364084082009-11-10T12:40:00.001-07:002010-05-15T18:35:32.851-07:00Dots<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>From 3 to 6, Monday through Friday I work at Bridger Elementary School, babysitting slash tutoring elementary kids. It's usually just a whole lot of vowel sounds, jump rope songs, and peed pants (the kids... not me of course)!<div><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Last week, roles reversed a little at Bridger Elementary. I was taught or reminded the letter "a" can have different sounds and the fifth tally mark goes diagonal across the previous four, not horizontal, and that a tomato is a fruit, and bananas are extremely healthy and you should eat them even if they aren't your favorite (not going to happen), but most importantly I was reminded of how caring and considerate kids can be and usually are.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It seemed like a regular Tuesday. I was reading "Don't Take Your Snake to the Store" to the first graders when a box of candy Dots was placed in my lap by Michael, a second grader. He had overheard me expressing my love for such Dots and had saved me a box from his Halloween collection. I thought a lot about the box of Dots that day. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I thought about how the treat was probably placed in a secret pocket of his backpack to avoid the eyes of hungry classmates, I imagined him hiding it from his teacher so as not to get it confiscated, and I imagined Michael fighting off his own sweet-tooth all day when he easily could have eaten the candy himself. I dare say it was the most delicious box of Dots I've ever consumed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I plan to do a little better and follow Michael's example. Whether it's decorating your sister's room for valentines day with a hundred hand-cut hearts, picking up your girlfriend's little sister from work so she doesn't throw up in front of her fellow employees, letting your favorite work-out pants get packed to Logan never knowing if they'll return, or sweet notes written on the napkin in your sack lunch. I'm sure we can all think of people in our lives who always go the extra mile in considering other's feelings.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>May this remind us of the selfless attitude so many in our lives have. May it also encourage us to do a little more to be aware of others needs! Nobody likes a Me Monster!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Cordially,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>inspired by children...Hadley</div></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814860094188167778.post-810448862504698092009-11-08T19:56:00.002-07:002010-05-15T18:36:31.019-07:00Table Talk<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And so it begins....Who knew BBQ chicken, twice baked potatoes, fruit salad, and some weird, but delicious crepe dessert could be so insightful? For without them you wouldn't be reading my words at this time and even worse, this blog created to document my ever exciting family would remain desolate. <div><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Hence, being the aspiring journalist I am, I have taken it upon myself to document Hintze Family happenings. So fam and friends scattered about, if you think you've got something blog-worthy to share, pass it on to me! Lets try our best to keep the wit and humor to me though eh?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Oh and just a forewarning, I'm not known to stick to the facts so the things I'll be posting over time will indeed be based on true stories, but may not necessarily be the actual true story. In the words of Dobie, "Never let the facts get in the way of a good story."</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> c</span>urrently bound in Logan, but New York bound someday..Hadley</div></div>The Hintze'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219916888601772634noreply@blogger.com