A Tribute to a Man who was a friend to me!

When I heard that Kenny Goulding had died, I was sad to hear this, he was a friend to me. He was a friend throughout my life. One of my first memories was riding in a Swather with him cutting hay, my Mom said I used to fall asleep in the cab with him, I don't remember ever doing that. When I was 9 or 10 I named a Kitten "Kenny Goulding", it was Black. I had that cat for a few years. I thought it was pretty cool to tell everyone that the name of my cat was Kenny Goulding. I remember basketball games that he was there and he seemed to always sit on the stage by my Grandpa Joe. When I first met Joanne she would always sit behind the team bench and as 12 or 13 year old I would always say hi. I think I even bummed money for a treat. I think she got used to that because she always had a dollar handy when I would come around. I miss her still, she was a good lady and a good friend. When Kenny sang in the Country Bumpkins Band I would take Joanne and dance with her. She taught me how to dance a little bit. As to Kenny I will miss those hay cutting days and the basketball games.
Here are some excerpts from the Obituary and the link. http://www.thespectrum.com/article/20081117/OBITUARIES/304/1023/NEWS17

Kenneth (Kenny) Edwin Goulding, Jr. slipped quietly and peacefully away on November 15, 2008, due to complications with ongoing health concerns. Kenny was born on August 31, 1936, to Kenneth Edwin and Elsie Quilter Middleton Goulding. He was a lifelong resident of Henrieville, Utah, where he learned the trade of ranching and farming while working long days side by side with his father. Kenny loved and valued every moment of this lifestyle. Kenny was looked up to by siblings and friends a like, he loved and participated in sports and music during his school years. He was self taught on the guitar, he played and sang at many types of functions alone and with the "Country Bumpkins" band.

Until we meet again my friend. I wish I was there for the funeral today.

How Babies are born?

My six year old Jacksen will be turning seven next month, we got in a discussion on how babies were born, I asked him "you were in your mom's stomach and how did you get out?" He said "Dad we went to the hospital and the Doctor cut open mom's stomach and reached inside and pulled me out! and that was how I was born." I could not argue with that and I will let him think that for now. So now you know how babies are born.

Things you never say to your wife?

Temples and Families

I love to see the Temple, I'm going there someday, to feel the holy spirit to listen and to pray. For the temple is a holy place, a place of love and beauty. I'll prepare myself while I am young, this is my sacred duty.

Saturday October 25th I was in the Temple with my Family. Caleb and Braxton who had been recently adopted to us on the 21st of October were sealed to Jessica and I in the Holy Temple. I felt the Holy Ghost and the testimony of the saints that were gathered in that holy spot, a feeling that was undeniable. That feeling testified to me that what I was doing was true and that I was in the house of the Lord. I was glad my other two boys were there to feel of that spirit as well. Trajan said he felt good and Jacksen thought it was a "neet place".

I was glad to have my Mom and Grandparents there. I of course would of liked my Dad and other members of my family there, but that is left for me to hope that someday they will.