Good ol' Mount Jordan

Mount Jordan Middle School is coming down!  "Good ol' Mount Jordan," my kids would proudly say.   

Many years ago they enjoyed the sweltering hot classrooms in the early fall, the many assemblies in the auditorium, and the many demands of the classroom.  Mr Murphy was one of the favorite teachers, and I really can't remember the name of the Principal, but I believe it was a lady.  Okay, help me out!  What was her name?

From 1970-73, I taught instrumental music at Union Junior High, and the Mountaineers were kind of our rivals.  Union was a new school, and Mount Jordan has lots of tradition, amassed over the years.    

Anyway, this school will be replaced by a new one.  The Deseret News reported the following:

"The new school will be approximately 200,000 square feet and built to emphasize such areas as science, technology, engineering, arts and mathematics."

"Plans also call for a gymnasium with an elevated running track, fitness rooms, a lecture hall, a performing arts suite, a spacious commons area and cafeteria, a 180-seat lecture hall, and natural light in the hallways and classrooms. The school also will be wired for the high-tech demands of a 21st-century education."

                                  The new school will be completed in 2015.

Lost Sheep is Found!

It was a day to remember, at the SL International Airport, as we anxiously waited at the bottom of the escalator for the arrival of Julie.  But wait, she didn't show! We checked the baggage area several times, and Mike even had her paged.

Finally she was found walking in front of Terminal One, in the passenger pick-up zone.  Hurrah!  The Lost Sheep is Found!

Grandpa finds Sister Anderson.

She was happy to see us!

Katie calls Mike with the good news.

Uncle Mike & Julie have a joyful reunion.

Katie, Julie, and Mike.

Julie & Katie safely strapped in.

A grateful missionary writes a note to Grandma Zucc. 

One last pose in front of the house.

Good-by for 18 months.

Buttons about to pop!

It's Sunday, and all is well.   Especially when one's granddaughter is playing prelude music on the church organ.

Grandma Zucc and I made a quick trip to Mike's church, quietly sneaking into the overflow seating.  What we saw make Grandma prouder than a peacock.  As for me, the buttons were about about to pop off the front of my suit.  

Erin (12) plays prelude music at church - 1st time.