Thursday, May 10, 2012
Recipe for the Garden of Daily Living
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
A Day in the Temple...
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When I wrote my last post I still did not have someone to go with, but there was a voice inside of me that said not to worry about it, it would work itself out, and it did. On Sunday, my good friend and neighbor, Diane, came up to me at church and asked it I had found someone to go with me. When I said no, she said she wanted to go. I had a very short list of who I wanted to share this experience with, and she was definitely on it, so I was very glad that she offered!
As I told Diane's husband, Steve, when I went to pick her up yesterday morning, I think I was more nervous yesterday than the first time I went to the temple back in 1993. And I was. I woke up with butterflies in my stomach and zipped around the house attending to the pets and morning chores. My stomach was doing such flip-flops that for a blink of an eye I even considered postponing until another day. Just a blink, mind you. I was in the middle of making the bed when the thought entered, but another, stronger, thought came immediately after which told me that it was the Adversary trying to bring me down. I felt impressed to stop what I was doing that second and get on my knees and ask Heavenly Father to watch over me that day, to give me peace and focus and the knowledge that I was doing the right thing. Satan is strong, but there is someone who is much stronger if we ask for His help.
The feeling that came over me is indescribable. The jitters went away, the butterflies flew out of my tummy, and I just felt a calming peace envelope me. Answers to prayers are not always immediate, but it was this time.
An hour later, after taking a head count of the pets, I picked up Diane at 8:30am. That 55 mile drive down to Lake Oswego went very quickly because we just talked and talked and talked. Before we knew it, we were there!
Unlike the Los Angeles Temple, which, although very big, does not have a large area inside for unendowed people to wait, the Portland Temple does. Diane also showed me a lovely indoor atrium that is very unique and available for families to take pictures in after a wedding or family sealing. Perfect for our many months of inclement weather.
Then it was time to go in. As I went through the session and absorbed the beautiful words I was reminded of the sacredness of the temple experience. And there is something about being in the temple that makes you feel like you've left the world behind for just a little while. We all need that once in a while.
The inside of the Portland Temple is beautiful and serene, as all temples are. That's the word for the entire experience--serene. Most people have a special kinship with the temple that is closest to them, and I really felt that yesterday. Actually, I felt that when I visited it last Friday even just walking around the grounds. And, now that I know that there are 3 temples in Washington (although the one in Portland is still the closest,) I look forward to visiting them too one day.
After the session it was time for lunch, then Diane and I went back to Deseret Bookstore and looked around for about 15 minutes. It is such a fun place to visit, and that location is the closest one to us. Then we got in the car and returned to our little city in Southern Washington.
There are so many feelings and thoughts that went through my mind and my heart yesterday that are too personal to share on a blog, but, suffice it to say, it could not have been more perfect. From the weather, to the timing, to my companion for the day, it was all just right.
Last night I was looking at the pictures I took of the temple last Friday and one that I had not paid much attention to before caught my eye. I started playing with the light levels on iPhoto and it quickly evolved into the image that is at the top of this post. The sun is in the right spot, the light is the hitting the spires in just the right way--all symbolic of my day yesterday with everything falling right into place. What better picture to put in our house than one I took myself that perfectly represents my feelings while visiting such a beautiful, special place.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Visiting the Portland Temple...
The temple is a beautiful place, inside and out. The work that is done there for those who have passed before us is sacred and special and, we believe, necessary. And, contrary to negative reports, available to everyone. Of course there are certain steps that are required, but they are very achievable. Like the phrase "where much is given, much is required," I think it makes perfect sense. And the blessings of attending the temple are abundant.
So, with my recommend in hand signed by my bishop and stake president, I drove the 55 miles down to Lake Oswego, Oregon. My plan was to visit the nearby Deseret Bookstore/Distribution Center and buy what I needed and then drive the half mile to the temple and take some pictures and absorb the specialness of actually going inside in a few days. I didn't want to rush the experience.
The 2 ladies who helped me at Deseret were wonderful. I wish I knew what my face looked like when I walked in, because one of them came up to me and said "You look like you're looking for something." She and another lady gave me an hour of their time as I tried on temple dresses and bought the necessities. Despite the fact that I was there by myself, I didn't feel alone in the process. And on Tuesday, when I actually go to the temple and do a session (maybe 2,) there will be wonderful people inside to guide me as I refresh my memory.
I need to take a moment to give a shout-out to my wonderful husband, Eric, who has been extremely supportive. I feel very, very lucky. Because let's face it, if he wasn't supportive, it would be very challenging. There are plenty of non-LDS spouses who aren't. Fortunately, he's a stellar person, and I would expect nothing less from him. What can I say? My husband is awesome.
After spending a total of 3 hours at Deseret and getting some so-so teriyaki to fend off the hunger pangs, I drove to the temple. I had never seen it up close, and had only seen it once from a distance while on the freeway.
Talk about maximum dramatic effect. After driving down a long tree-lined road, the road forks. In the middle of the fork is the temple, surrounded by nature in all its glory. I had to take a picture of the first glimpse:
Believe me, the picture does not do it justice.
After parking the car, I got out and walked around, soaking in the breath-taking beauty of the temple's aesthetics. I took pictures from every angle while the weather teased me with alternating clouds and sunshine every few minutes. Thank goodness I could preserve the day. A great, great day. Even the horrendous traffic on the way home (that nearly doubled my travel time) couldn't bring me down off my cloud.
I'm counting the days until Tuesday when I return and do a session. The first of many.
Enjoy my pictures! I touched them up a little to make them sharper, but the greens and blues are just as they were yesterday. Click on them to see full-sized. The view is so stunning, it is hard to take a bad picture! =)
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Surrounded by those I choose...
This morning I was contemplating my new life up here in WA State. (Yes, it has been over a year, but I think it still qualifies as "new.") While getting my car serviced the other day I found myself, yet again, defending my decision to move here to a complete stranger.
"How could you leave sunny southern CA,with all of its excitement, and move to THIS?!" I was asked.
Yes, the "grass is always greener" philosophy is alive and well in this corner of the world.
But the truth, the grass IS always greener up here--literally--which is one of the many things I like about living in the Pacific Northwest. And the things I was initially worried about, like being in a smaller town and being away from lots of cultural opportunities are non-issues now. There is definitely something to be said for living in a smaller town. People are a little nicer, the pace a little slower...all good things. And even though there are no big cultural events in the town we live in, we live close enough to Portland where things are available. All in all, not so bad. And let's face it, I've seen a lot grosser areas in Los Angeles than I've seen here.
Living in Los Angeles definitely has a few perks, and is, perhaps, a bit more exciting, but it isn't like living in a TV show. Not everyone is all glossy and glamorous, holding their Louis Vuitton bags, and eating sushi and sipping Perrier. A lot of people are tired from the constant rat-race (I used to be one of them) and wishing that they could live in a place where things move a little slower, too.
Bottom line...there are happy and fulfilled people in Southern CA and in our little town in Washington.
And there are unhappy and unfulfilled people in both places too.
I am choosing to be happy. Yes, it is a choice.
Which leads me to the people in my life these days. I feel very, very lucky in this respect, because for the first time in a long time, I have the option to only closely associate with people that I really want to be around. (Thankfully, they like having me around too.) I didn't have that option when I was working (few people do.) Your colleagues are chosen by someone else and you pick your work friends from that pool of people. Yes, I had some wonderful colleagues. And, yes, I also had some that I really could've done without.
I was thinking about this while reading an article on The Purpose Fairy site (fantastic blog) about things we have to do to be happy. One of them was giving up the thought that you can control how people perceive you. We've all been in situations where we know that someone doesn't like us, we don't understand why, and there isn't much we can do about, but it still bothers us. Maybe we've even been singled out by that person. I'm one of those people who it bothers a lot because, yes, I care what people think of me and it gnaws at me when I know I'm being thought of negatively and didn't do anything to deserve it. Or at least, I THINK I didn't do anything to deserve it.
It brought me back to an incident that happened during my last year of teaching when one of my colleagues surprised me greatly by attacking my integrity out of the blue and not only turned against me, but took a little band of a few others with her. Four people that I had great respect for as women and educators were suddenly giving me the cold shoulder, both in person and online. I'm still bewildered at what happened and question what I did to warrant such treatment. I lost sleep over it. I remember filling out my wedding invitations at 3am because I needed a distraction. Shame on me for giving them so much power.
And it wasn't so much that these women were key figures in my life, but it was the fact that someone didn't like me and I didn't know why.
But now I get it. I finally, finally get it. Something happened that I had no control over and it skewed their perception of me. I wasn't a key figure in their lives anymore than they were in mine. I was a colleague. Friendship with me was expendable. When it is a key figure you try a lot harder. It's taken me almost 2 years to come realize this.
Which brings me full circle and makes me all the more grateful for those who are key figures. My husband, my family, BYU friends, former colleagues that really know me and have a little more faith in me, and the friends I've made since moving to Washington.
I'm surrounded by those I choose. I choose some pretty great people.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Last night's Celtic Woman concert...
The stage was smaller than the Greek, and the show was scaled down a bit (no big orchestra or choir aside from about 8 musicians and a 6 person choir,) but it felt more intimate. And the fact that we were in the 7th row center helped a lot. (I'll admit I was a *tiny* bit bummed because the Keller seating chart showed that we were in the 3rd row, and then saw that 4 makeshift rows has been constructed in the very, very front. Still--no complaints--we had amazing seats!)
We had a quiet day leading up until we left for the concert. Eric is still fighting some sort of poison ivy and me with my bronchitis...not the ideal situation for going out, but we made the best of it and had a really great time. It was a beautiful day, which lended itself to a beautiful drive down to Portland. And of course, seeing my handsome husband all dressed up was an extra treat for me.
I had purposefully not listened to the accompanying CD for this Celtic Woman show very much so that everything would sound very new and fresh. This is their Believe show. (They create different shows for every tour.)
Below is a video of the opening song, which leads into a gorgeous show. What I love about Celtic Woman is that the entire show is about beauty...beautiful voices, songs, costumes, and sets. It is quality entertainment at its best! (It certainly makes the "music" you see at the Grammys seem less and less credible.) The fact that Eric had a great time was the icing on the cake. It was a wonderful night! If you ever have a chance to see them in person, go do it. 100% family friendly, too.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
The Unplanned Adventure...
Let's stop at the hutch.
The room had slowly been taking shape and as Eric worked very diligently to put all of this furniture together, when our progress took a detour. The hutch we had ordered for him (I didn't want one) kept getting delayed. He and I are alike in that when something is supposed to arrive on time and doesn't, we get a little irritated and start looking at other options.
Our option was (1) wait for the hutch to arrive in 1, 2, or possibly, 3 days late. Or (2) to cancel the order altogether and find one in a store that we could pick up ourselves.
Despite being on my second week of a nasty bout of bronchitis, it was a beautiful day yesterday that couldn't be wasted. So after locating a hutch online at a store in Hillsboro, Oregon and calling to confirm that it was physically there, we decided to go on a drive.
It turned into one of those wonderful adventures that no amount of planning can create. We took back roads through Cornelius Pass to Portland. The scenery was gorgeous, the weather was alternately sunny and wet. The mottled sun through the mossy trees made for a lovely drive. We joked and sang along with the radio (Eric changing all of the song lyrics to match the traffic situation and his excitement about finally getting his hutch.) It was one of the most enjoyable drives I've ever had.
We arrived in Hillsboro, were in and out of the store with the hutch in about 10 minutes, turned around and arrived home about 3 hours after setting out.
It was a little magical really. All because of a hutch.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
My silly, silly husband...
Example--yesterday the water bill came and he noticed that our water usage was slightly higher than it was at this time last year.
Scene: The Kitchen
Eric: I'm sorry, Sweetie, but it looks like you're going to have to cut back to showering only once every other day.
Me: Really? That kinda stinks.
Eric: Well, YOU will!
I know. Completely silly, but I love that we have silliness in our house on a daily basis.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
A story to put a smile on your face...
So, aside from those things, there isn't a whole lot to share here on the home-front. Then I ran across a video that was so cute and inspiring, I knew I wanted to include it on my blog.
Meet Caine Monroy of East LA, California, an optimistic and enterprising 9 year old who began building a cardboard arcade in his dad's auto parts shop. He had everything--tickets, prizes, game levels, security features--everything except customers who wanted to play.
I don't know if it is because this all takes place a few blocks from the first school I ever taught at, or because Caine reminds me of some of my students, but it put a smile on my face and I had to share this: (the security feature with the "checkmark" is my favorite!)
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Home for Easter...
My 2 weeks in California flew by pretty quickly. It was great to spend a lot of time with my mom, my niece and nephew and friends from church. We did have one tragedy during my stay when we learned that one of our former bishops, who was also a neighbor, passed away at only 69.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Chilling in Cali...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Our Amazing Stake Conference with Elder Russell M. Nelson

As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, a lot is required. For a long time, I focused on that a lot. I also focused on other things, petty things, that were seriously impeding my spiritual progress. I felt it, and I knew it, and I still allowed it to happen. And for about 10 years I let this pettiness have more power than it deserved.
But something has happened to me this last year. I finally decided to shed the weight of those unimportant things that were keeping me from focusing on the Lord, on the Church, and from moving forward as a devoted daughter of God.

I attribute this change to a number of things. Getting married has taught me a lot--much more than I ever anticipated--about being humble, patient, and unselfish. Not just the actual act of getting married, but WHO I married, because my husband has taught me so much about being a better person. Moving to a new state where the pace is slower, and a bit less competitive, has allowed me more time for reflection on what is important. And, yes, going back to church after many years away has had a big influence. I've been so fortunate to be in a ward (congregation) that has embraced me so much. I love the friends I've made and have learned so much from their examples. What started out as a social lifeline has become much, much more.
And, despite the fact that I'm annoyed at myself for wasting those 10 years, in some ways I'm grateful for them. The conviction in me of what it means to be a member of this church is probably stronger than it has ever been, and I don't think that would've happened if I hadn't come full circle. I have had to really humble myself, which doesn't come very naturally to me! But this way it feels more like a choice. And when you choose something without having it imposed upon you, you are able to take more ownership in it.
All of these feelings culminated in this weekend's Stake Conference. Now, if you're reading this and you're wondering what a Stake Conference is, let me quickly break it down. An LDS congregation is called a ward. Several wards make up a stake. We meet in our ward buildings each week for church, but once a year we meet together as a stake and have several special meetings that are meant to edify us as a larger congregation. That is called Stake Conference. And, twice a year, in April and October, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has General Conference, which is held in Salt Lake City, Utah and broadcast all over the world. At that time we hear from church leaders such as our living prophet, Thomas S. Monson, members of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, and other church leaders.
Now, I'm sure that if you are not LDS, you suddenly have a lot of questions, and that is OK. But, yes, we believe that we have a living prophet on the earth today. We also believe that prophet is supported by 2 counselors and 12 apostles. These men have the same authority and responsibilities as the apostles of old. But with the existence of these leaders, it is important to reiterate that ours is a Christ-centered church. Everything we teach, learn, read is all about living our lives in order to return to our Heavenly Father and his son, Jesus Christ.
Which brings me to our wonderful weekend. We had the incredible privilege of having an apostle of the Lord, Elder Russell M. Nelson, visit our little city in southern Washington yesterday and today and address us at our stake conference. The last time this area has received a church leader of this magnitude was 29 years ago.

Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
When we arrived (2 hours early--had to get a good seat!) the session in progress was for the men of the stake. Elder Nelson was conducting a question and answer period, and Eric and I watched it on the monitors in the gymnasium at the stake center, where we waited until the chapel was opened up for the next session. Most of us are so used to seeing Elder Nelson in a very formal way, at General Conference, surrounded by the other church leaders, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and the thousands of people in attendance. It was great to see him last night in such an informal and personal way, addressing a group of about 100 men who were seeking his counsel on being good husbands and fathers.
When the session ended, we had another hour to wait while the local church leaders and our important guest had dinner and rested. Eric and I were lucky enough to get seats with a great view to sit next to my good friend, Mary Alice, and her husband, David. I loved a comment that Mary Alice made to me last night, "Just think, in all of the world, there are only 12 apostles. And one of them is here tonight to speak to us."
As the session grew nearer and the chapel and gym started to fill up, it got pretty exciting. The night's speakers entered, as well as the stake presidency, to take their places up on the stand. I am very impressed with our local leaders and they are good, good men. But... as Russell M. Nelson came into the room and everyone stood up in respect during his entrance, we all knew we were in the presence of a special servant of God.
All of the talks were very good last night. Because it was the adult session, the topics were geared toward adult issues. It was very interesting to watch Elder Nelson during the talks. This is man who has probably listened to thousands of talks, yet he still gave each speaker his full attention. The only time he didn't, was when he was looking out into the congregation. I watched him as he scanned the face of each person, one by one, amidst the sea of people in front of him. I really like that I got to witness that.
When it was his turn to step up to the podium and address the congregation, everyone sat up a little taller in their seats and tuned in with a little more focus. The love and spirit in the room was palpable. I watched my husband listen to every word and soak it all in for us to discuss later.
Elder Nelson spoke of the whirlwind of depression that people sometimes get into as they think of the words "Be ye, therefore, perfect," knowing that this is an unattainable thing in this life. Ironically, this is a subject that Eric and I have talked about many times. He spoke of the path to perfection, and the things that are required of us in this life to travel that path. He spoke of the Atonement and the difference between eternal life and eternal glory--one is a gift and the other is a reward.
I wish I could remember every word. I do remember the feelings welling up inside of me as I sat, listening to him, with my husband at my side, and the thoughts that darted through my mind about things that I need to work on in order to achieve those great blessings.
By the time Elder Nelson was done and it was time to sing How Great Thou Art, I was a mess, tears flowing, and not one Kleenex in my purse. I looked over at Mary Alice, who was the same way and we both just whispered, "Wow." Eric looked at me and asked if I was OK. I was. I was very OK. So many things that Elder Nelson talked about felt very personal and exactly what I needed to hear, it almost felt unfair to the rest of the congregation that his comments were so tailor-made to my needs. And yet, I knew that couldn't be true. His words had touched everyone, and we had all just experienced something very special.
After the closing prayer, I took Eric's hand as we waded through the sea of people. Before I knew it, I was shaking the hand of an apostle and thanking him. How I dearly would've loved more time.
When we got home, we talked about the conference meeting. We talked a lot. And we were also tired. It was late, we had a snack, and the clocks had to be sprung forward an hour.
Still, I was on a spiritual high. And this morning's meeting was very good too, with many spiritual moments. But last night's was singular and the words that were spoken touched me very deeply.
Now, some who may be reading this might be thinking that this is awfully personal for a blog post, and perhaps it is. But faith IS personal. And it requires work. And it feels so good to be on the right track again.
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If you have questions about what we believe in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, here are 3 links that may help. Remember that knowledge is power.
THE ARTICLES OF FAITH
LDS Newsroom: "Mormonism 101: FAQ"
Mormon.org
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The Big 4-1. There's no turning back now!

On Tuesday night he brought me some gorgeous deep pink roses and a lovely card for my birthday the next day and then we went for Mexican at our favorite place in town (his choice.)

Yesterday we had a nice lazy day at home (weekends for us are not at the same time as they are for most people.) We walked the dog, I got a mani-/pedi, we made dinner at home, and continued our Harry Potter movie marathon by watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 1.
The fun part is when people ask me, "Did you go out for a nice dinner on your birthday?" Haha, no! I certainly had that option, but because we had been out the night before and will be out again tonight for Eric's nephew's birthday, I decided against it.
So, what did we have? I'll bet you'll never guess in a million years...
Sushi? No. Chicken? Nope.
Live and Onions? YES.


As part of our recent commitment to eating healthier (A whole other blog post,) we've introduced liver into our dinner repertoire. The green bean casserole, I'll admit, is not the healthiest side dish, but we needed something to offset the taste of the liver. Besides, it was my birthday!
So, yes, you read that right. My birthday dinner (that I cooked) was liver and onions and green bean casserole.
But don't get me wrong. Even though it wasn't a birthday filled with cake and fireworks, it was still wonderful. The most important gifts are something I get to have every day. I would be crazy not to feel very grateful.
Next stop...42! Ugh.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Happy Birthday, Eric!!
But seriously, it is hard for me not to count my blessings when I think of my sweet husband. He has changed my life in so many ways and has shown me a level of happiness that I never knew existed.
Three years ago we found each other by accident online and started a long-distance friendship. In December of 2009 he came down from Washington to California to visit me. This is a famous picture of that trip. It was New Year's Eve day, 2009, and we were at the Arboretum in Arcadia--one of my favorite places. I set up the tripod and camera in front of the waterfall to take a couple of pictures. After getting one photo, I set the camera's timer again and, a split second before it went off, Eric surprised me with a kiss on the cheek and this shot was immortalized forever:

Over the course of the next few months, from the proposal in January to our August 2010 wedding, we've calculated that Eric flew down to California about 10 times. I was still teaching and about to get laid off from my district. And, although the original plan was to live in California, we realized that it was time to look at Plan B, living in Washington.
Meanwhile, we had a wedding to plan, his house to sell, a house to buy for the two of us, and we needed to spend time together, despite being 2 states apart for our entire courtship and engagement:







The majority of our honeymoon was spent in the sleepy town of Mendocino, CA at the MacCallum House B&B (Murder, She Wrote was filmed there, along with many other films and shows.) We stayed there for about 7 nights, driving back to Los Angeles by way of Carmel and San Francisco.

I have learned so much since marrying this wonderful man. I love his intelligence, his spirituality, his humor, his generosity, his work ethic, and so many more things that I can't even list. I love that everything he does is about being good and kind to me and to others.
He is my rock, my partner, and my best friend. He makes me feel protected, beautiful and very loved. Happy Birthday to my darling Eric!!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Indexing--A Fun and Valuable Service...
But last week I happened upon a new adventure that I'm enjoying immensely...indexing. The church magazine, The Ensign, had an article all about indexing and what an important service it is. I had heard of it, but had never tried it.
So, what is indexing? Here is a direct quote from the article:
"FamilySearch indexing is the process of reading digitized versions of physical records—such as census, vital, probate, and church records—and typing the information they contain into an online searchable database. Through this work, indexing volunteers make it possible for members [of the LDS Church] and other family history researchers to easily locate their ancestors’ information on the Internet.
Indexing has brought a simplicity and ease to family history work. “In the past if you were looking for relatives, you had to wind through microfilm. When you found a family member you were looking for, you might be able to find connecting names. So you would rewind and wind the microfilm again and again,” says József Szabadkai, an indexer in Hungary.
Today FamilySearch continues to gather historical records from governments and record custodians all over the world. But instead of simply filming the records and making the films available to researchers, FamilySearch employees scan them into the indexing program. Volunteers pull up these images on their computers and type in the information as they see it. In this way, the information is digitized and can be found through the search function on FamilySearch.org while researchers sit in the comfort of their own homes."
I was intrigued, a fun and interesting service that I can do from home on my computer? (I love anything related to computers!) I wanted to try it. So I went to FamilySearch.org's indexing page HERE to see what it was all about. There I was met with a page that looks like this:
This photo is a link, so clicking on it will take you directly to the site. All of the other photos in this post are not links. You can click on them to see them full-sized, which I highly recommend to get full understanding of what I'm explaining. =)
This is a page that invites anyone who is interested to join the world of indexing, which, as the article states, is a worldwide project to translate scanned documents into digital information, thereby, overtime, eliminating the need to look at hard-to-read microfiche while working on family history.
Family history is an extremely important work in the LDS Church, as we believe that everyone, even those who have passed on, should have the opportunity for baptism, eternal marriage, and being sealed eternally to their families. Still, even if you are not LDS and don't believe these things, family history is important. Knowing where we come from is important, and genealogy (putting your family tree together) can open doors to finding out more about yourself.
So indexing is a way to make important public information, like birth and death certificates, war records, census records, etc. more available to everyone and anyone looking to work on their family history. This is something anyone can do, even kids (probably about 13 and up.) Again, this is something for anyone, regardless of religion, age, education level, and you only need basic computer skills and a computer on which to work.
On that opening page that I posted above the first thing you are invited to do is a "test run," where the site gives you an old document and asks you questions about it to see if you are able to find the necessary information. It is very easy and the site helps you through the first steps. Then, if you decide to continue, you are led to the page where you download the program to your computer. The download time is very short. I left the icon on my dock (the Apple desktop) so that it is very available whenever I have a few free moments.
Once you click on the icon that appears, you will see this page (my screen shot already shows the projects I'm working on): Click on the image to see full-sized...
At the top it says "Download Batch," which you click on to get your first set of items to index. A batch is a group of documents (usually around 10-20) that you will see in order to start indexing. For instance, right now I'm part of a project where I'm indexing names from Texas death certificates between 1890-1976. This is what I see with the batch I'm working on:
This is a death certificate of a man who died in 1954 of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The red circles are mine, because morbidly curious that I am, I find the causes of death very interesting! (Aside from the natural causes, I've seen gunshots, "burned while house caught fire," and "fell while in a drunken state." ) And, of course, the saddest ones are the death certificates of children. I find the death certificates fascinating, because the loss of a loved one affects so many people.
There are many things that the site does to make it easy for indexers. For instance, there are tutorials. which I highly recommend. My accuracy greatly improved after watching one of the tutorials. And, if necessary you can send a batch back unfinished (although they discourage against it.) I will admit that I did do this a couple of times at the beginning. I was given a household census that was extremely difficult to read, even though it was in the Beginner category, and I just didn't feel like I had the skills to do it justice.
So how do you know how accurate you are while indexing? First of all, when you input names, places, and dates, the field you are working in may turn red. This just means that the database doesn't recognize it, it does not mean that what you inputted is wrong. At the end of the batch, when you're ready to submit it back, it goes through a quality check, which gives you a chance to double-check red-highlighted fields. It is important to do this, and not to just assume that you got it right the first time. For instance, I accidentally listed someone's name as Carfield when it should have been Garfield.
Lastly, you can check your accuracy once it has gone through arbitration. Each document is indexed by 2 people, and then a 3rd person, called an arbitrator, compares the 2, finds discrepancies, and is basically the tie-breaker.
This screen shot shows that I have a 97% agreement between the names I've indexed and the arbitration check.
You can also click on the results and see exactly where the discrepancies were, which is a good way to correct future mistakes. This is a list of batches I've already submitted and how accurate I was. As you can see, I started off terribly! 77%! That's like a C+!
But the value of looking over my mistakes is seeing what they were and not repeating them. A lot of them were very basic, because there are certain rules you have to follow. For instance, if you see VA, you have to type out "Virginia." If you see Wm., you have to leave it as is, and not type out William. You are also not supposed to leave a field completely blank. If the document is missing information or a section is unreadable, there are "blank" and "unreadable"
The beauty of it is that every single time you click on a new field, there are guidelines off to the right to help you. So when I was on the field of a person's state of birth and saw VA, if I had read the guidelines properly, I would've seen that it said plain as day to type out the entire state.
Pretty cool, huh?
FamilySearch does encourage that you not bite off more than you can chew. They ask that the batches you download be returned within a week. So, although you can download up to 50 batches, I usually download anywhere from 3-5, just so I'm not overwhelmed, because as soon as you feel overwhelmed you don't want to do it anymore.
One great thing about indexing is that it really got me jazzed up to find out more about my own family. I'm lucky, because I am the owner of 2 books that were written about genealogy, one for each grandmother, and my maternal grandfather did a lot of research when he was alive. Still, there are HUGE gaps of information. We know literally nothing about my paternal grandfather and his family tree.
This is a book written by my cousin, Leopoldo, who did years of research into the Amayas, my maternal grandmother's family.
My great-great-great-great grandparents. Don't they look fun?
A book of genealogy on my maternal grandmother's side.
I had an uncle who invented the machine that tied the string on the newspaper. And, the Bunn coffee machines that you see everywhere? That started out as a family company!
A picture of my great-great grandmother Alice (Bunn) Gale. And for a colorful explanation of another relative, read the page opposite the picture, starting at 234. Isn't family history fun?
Some old (original) family photos of my dad's side of the family in our living room. I love that picture in the middle of my great-great grandmother Alice.
Family history is such a great and worthy work. I love knowing about my relatives from days passed that I would never know of if it wasn't for the efforts of those who have done family history. So indexing is a great way to be part of something bigger and better to help others who are doing their research. In the past 3 days I have indexed 246 names. I think that is awesome. It is relaxing, and a lot more productive that playing Words With Friends or Solitaire (I'm not dissing those games, they are a lot of fun and I play them too! =)
In this big world, where we often feel so small, it is quite fulfilling to be a part of something that connects us all. Whenever I start a new batch, I try to stay very focused and go in with a frame of mind that what I'm doing will help someone else, just as the work someone else is doing may help me in the future.
As it says on the indexing home page "Every person matters."
Here is a 5 min video explaining the process once more. I encourage you to see it full-sized, because it really walks you through each step.
Hopefully this post will recruit a few people! It really is a lot of fun getting a glimpse into the past as you do this important work. Happy indexing!