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Sealy Books: Christmas Memories
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Thursday, December 17, 2009. It is almost Christmas . . . that magical time of year that I have always loved and looked forward to. I’m wondering just why Christmas has always meant so much to me. The memories go back to when I was a child. I remember it was in the first grade that I was selected to be on the big stage at the college. I wore a red dress made of crepe paper and I remember my dad proudly holding me in his arms while people made a fuss over me. This year we are cutting down! 8220;I am often...
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Sealy Books: Lessons From My Mother’s Love
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Monday, November 30, 2009. Lessons From My Mother’s Love. In Memory of My Mother. Edna Elnora Laker Cook (Oct, 3, 1896-Oct. 9, 1945). My mother was gone. The moment I had dreaded, been warned of, and lived in fear of, was here and she was gone. I looked down at my hands and they were lying still in my lap. Why wasn’t I shaking? Why wasn’t I screaming or going through a dramatic scene like the terrible ones of my dreams when I’d searched for mother and couldn’t find her? 8220;Accident late tonight”. Mothe...
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Sealy Books: October 2009
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Saturday, October 24, 2009. Angels Are Still Here. Whenever heaven wants to announce something big it is assigned to the angels to make the announcement. They have often been seen. They sometimes carry trumpets, sing and make an historic declaration as they did when the Christ Child was born. But sometimes they are just here, ready to help, hoping to be asked, ready with necessary equipment, unrecognized, not asking thanks, ever ready and willing. And have it checked before going on. They are everywhere&...
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Sealy Books: December 2011
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Friday, December 16, 2011. Gone Fishin’—L. Milton Sealy Obituary. There is a missing piece in our hearts today as Milton—Husband, Father, Grandfather, Son, Brother, and Friend, has hung up his final gone fishin’ sign and returned to his Heavenly Home. Milton loved to fish, but will also be remembered as a fisher of men. 8221; He loved to work—work was his play. I pray that I may live to fish,
. Until my dying day.
. And when it comes to my last cast,
. I then most humbly pray:
. Big enough to keep!
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Sealy Books: Happy Birthday Devro!
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Monday, February 8, 2010. Feb 8, 1956 - July 2, 2007). As a mother, these are the special things I noticed about my only son, Devro. They were a big hit with the audiences, but toward the end of the evening when we got back to our own ward to perform, he was pretty tired. So when we turned up the front curtain lights, there he was with his eyes half closed . . . picking his nose! However word got around they had a group and they were asked to be on a ward variety show. They did it! Afterward, while we dr...
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Sealy Books: Gone Fishin’—L. Milton Sealy Obituary
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Friday, December 16, 2011. Gone Fishin’—L. Milton Sealy Obituary. There is a missing piece in our hearts today as Milton—Husband, Father, Grandfather, Son, Brother, and Friend, has hung up his final gone fishin’ sign and returned to his Heavenly Home. Milton loved to fish, but will also be remembered as a fisher of men. 8221; He loved to work—work was his play. I pray that I may live to fish,
. Until my dying day.
. And when it comes to my last cast,
. I then most humbly pray:
. Big enough to keep!
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Sealy Books: Want to Write a Book?
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Thursday, January 7, 2010. Want to Write a Book? 8220;I wish I could write.”. The young girl looked at me with dreamy eyes, her emotion segregating her from the merging crowd at the youth conference where I’d lectured and taught classes. 8220;I wish I could too,. 8221; I smiled. 8220;But you have published books,”. 8220;Yes. Does that make me a writer? 8220;Of course,”. And if I’d known the pain it would cause me, would I have ever gotten into the field? Where was the beginning? 8220;Sounds good,”. When ...
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Sealy Books: August 2010
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Friday, August 20, 2010. Eighty Eight and Counting. Milt and I are now 88 years old. I don’t think either of us expected to live this long, but here we are. We have had a good life, and have enjoyed the children Heavenly Father allowed us to raise. Our children have been choice, and we have enjoyed them. Milt has always worked hard. I remember him lying on the floor in our Salt Lake home, rubbing his heart, wondering why he had to stop working—because he loved working! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 14 Suns...
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Sealy Books: August 2009
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Saturday, August 29, 2009. We Have Come a Long Way. We have come a long way from George Washington’s rules of etiquette and My Fair Lady’s reference of murdering the English language. The culture of South and West Virginia in the beginning of the new world, as they struggled to build a country of refined cultured and educated people, while fighting poverty and resources, can hardly be found in our advanced nation of electronics and trips into outer space. Every time I hear someone include necessary but i...
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Sealy Books: December 2009
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Thursday, December 17, 2009. It is almost Christmas . . . that magical time of year that I have always loved and looked forward to. I’m wondering just why Christmas has always meant so much to me. The memories go back to when I was a child. I remember it was in the first grade that I was selected to be on the big stage at the college. I wore a red dress made of crepe paper and I remember my dad proudly holding me in his arms while people made a fuss over me. This year we are cutting down! 8220;I am often...
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