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I had an Uncle who lived in "many different places "over his years. He moved every few years. I did not know his family s well as I would have liked too, but we spent regular times at family reunions and I found the "influence" of his daughters to be strong on me. They excelled, it seemed, in what ever they did. They seemed to care about good things. One year we drove from Idaho to Ohio to visit them. It was the longest car trip I had ever taken. Their life in Ohio seemed so different. They lived in a really big city and their life there seemed different. I always wondered if it was a good thing to move around a lot like that. Then we all grew up. One of his daughters lived not too far from us in Salt Lake. She spent most of her married life in one house. She and her husband are still there. Then too her kids were inspiring. Motivated. Seemed to all excel. You wonder when your young how they all get along "out there" in the world full of challenges. In fact it sometimes seems like those who are not where you are are not as lucky. Then you find out that everyone thinks it is just great where they are. "Out there" for them is where you have been or where you are going, not where they are at. A good friend, or maybe better said a wonderful influence in my life, has passed on. Most of the 30 years I knew him he was within the radius of Holiday Utah. He too was an influence but like my cousin, and like those that really do influence you as you go through life, it wasn't about where he lived or what he had done but who he was. A great book to read is about Being Somebody. The title reminds me of what I have been remembering about these people. It isn't what you do so much as who you are. "Who" isn't how others see you for the sake of this example but able who you are inside. Those who really influence do so with out realizing they are. Then too who you are is all about who you want to be like. Only one real model is fail safe. On this Sunday on my blog I don't mind, in the middle of my memories and wondering what is next, recalling and saying that we ought to Love the Lord, first

Sunday, this picture reminds me of a poem I like

And on her lover’s arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old;

Across the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day
The happy princess follow’d him

Alfred Tennyson

(KJ, see yesterdays blog. Your appreciated.)