Thos and Delaina's wedding day, part 4 (final): the ring ceremony, Rex and I must skip the reception

Okay - it is time to finish this up, to let Thos and Delaina get out of Utah and on to their honeymoon in Vermont, and for me to catch this blog up with myself and return it to Alaska.

So, I am going to move quickly.

After the lunch, two more functions remained - the ring ceremony and the reception.

To be absolutely clear, Thos and Delaina had been fully married and had exchanged their vows rings in the Draper Temple, during the actual morning ceremony. The ring ceremony would be held for the benefit of those of us who had not been allowed to attend the temple ceremony, which included the children too young to receive temple recommends and pretty much all of the family on Thos's side.

I am not certain, but I think all, and if not all, nearly all of the family present on Delaina's side had received recommends and had attended the service, where no cameras or recording devices are allowed.

To receive a temple recommend, one must:

be a Mormon in good standing with the church...

be fully paid up on tithing ten percent of his/her income to the church...

be having intimate relations with no one other than one's own spouse...

be living a life free from the consumption of alcohol, tabacco, illegal drugs, coffee and tea...

be an active church goer and participant...

express a testimony that the Church is true...

and more, to be sure...

For those of us who could not meet these requirements, they would again exchange their rings in a setting where we could be present.

It was scheduled to begin at 5:00, but family was asked to come at 4:00, so that we could pose for pictures. Rex and I arrived at 4:00 and found Thos and Delaina, resting a bit.

Wedding days may be cherished and special, but they are also exhausting.

A young staff member came rolling by on a Segway. This got us to talking about how the owner of the Segway company had recently been killed after accidently driving his Segway off a cliff in England.

Soon, we were on the elevator, headed up to the floor where the ring ceremony would take place.

A beautiful little girl was getting her hair fixed.

Boys were laughing.

Not everybody was there for the group pictures, so people began to dance a little bit.

This was the setting. Thanksgiving Point. I felt as though I had come to Shangri La. 

When Mom was alive and healthy, she liked to sing the Mormon hymn, "There is Beauty All Around..."

...and some of that beauty has roots in India.

The couple enter, as the bride's father smiles in approval. As they are already married, he does not march down the aisle with her and will not be giving her away.

I decided just to stay put in my chair on the front row where family sat and not jump up and down to run around and take pictures. I would leave that to the wedding photographer. I did not have a good angle when Thos once again placed his ring on Delaina's finger, but I had a pretty decent one when Delaina placed hers on his.

I could swear that I stayed riveted in my seat throughout, but judging from the angle of this image, I must have stood up when the groom kissed the bride.

I didn't leave my seat, though.

The parents and grandmother were the first invited to come up and congratulate Thos and Delaina, but someone beat them to the head of the line.

Remember - one week before, I had been in the Arctic. The ground had been covered in snow, the temperature near zero.

Down below, I saw the photographer, hard at work taking family shots. They must have turned out grand. Look how beautiful the light is... kind of like a dream.

Then we were told that our pictures were going to be taken in front of the hall. So we hiked back up to the top of the hill and to the front of the hall.

We did pause, though, so that Ada could watch an airplane fly over the moon. Ada loves airplanes. This is a trait she gets from her great-grandfather Hess and shares with her Uncle Bill.

I would love to teach her to fly one day - if only I can get another airplane by the time she is ready to learn.

Hell. I'll be an old man by then, if I am alive at all - but that doesn't that I won't be able to fly.

After we got to the front, they told us the plan had changed and we would be photographed at the bottom of the hill. So we marched around and headed back down.

We found the photographer, busily photographing Thos and Delaina.

I also found my brother Rex, who had also hiked up and down the hill twice. Remember - he has pig valves in his heart - the second set of pig valves, as the first set failed a year after Dad died.

He was clutching his fist, and holding it close to his chest below his heart.

I became worried.

Soon, the bride came to join us.

The photographer gave us the final instructions and then photographed us all together. Soon, it would be dark. I was very worried about Rex. He admitted that he was not doing good.

Now we had to hike back up the hill. He said he could make it and he did, but he was very weak.

I took him home. I missed the reception. He apologized to me later, but he needn't have. I had attended three good wedding functions that day. The reception would have been nice, and there was one photo that I really wanted to get but missed, but a brother is more important than a reception or a photo.

The photo that I missed was of them with the family of Bishop and Janet Webber, because without this family and Facebook, Thos and Delaina may never have come together. As I did not get the picture, I will not try to tell the story, but I will let readers mull over it, and wonder about it - the Webber family, Facebook and the marital union of Thos and Delaina Swallow.

This does it for my coverage of the wedding day. I said that I would leave the previous story at the top of the blog for about half-a-dozen hours so that I could see how many extra hits would be brought in by having the word "Palin" in the title. That post has now been up just over five hours. So far, I have had a little more than twice the average number of hits for a full day.

That's enough. I will go ahead and post this now.

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Thos and Delaina's wedding day, part 3: We plunge in our forks in American Fork, where I experience the curse of the Wasilla traveler in the age of Palin

We left Rex's car at the Draper Temple and he rode with me south toward American Fork, the plan being that I would drop him off on the way back and he could then pick up his car. The wedding lunch was to be held at the Rodizio Grill. As has become my way, I did not bother asking anybody for directions, but just entered "current location" and "Rodizio Grill" into the Google map feature of my iPhone and it laid out the route for me.

That route ended at the freeway exit into American Fork, so I figured that once we got there, I would just pull off at the exit, zoom in on the iPhone map, spot the exact location of Rodizio's and drive right to it.

As we drew near, Rex said that I needed to take the Lehi exit, the one immediately before American Fork, and then go west. I chose to listen to my iPhone and continued on to the American Fork exit. As I did not know which direction Rodizio's was from the freeway, only that it had be very close, I took Rex's word and turned right, to the west. 

By the time we had traveled 100 yards away from the exit, it was obvious there was going to be nothing to the west, so I pulled over and took out my iPhone. Rex was insistent that I should have taken the earlier exit and then gone west from there.

So I did a new iPhone map from the spot where we were parked to Rodizio's and it drew out a half-mile route to a spot that appeared to be right on the freeway, right near the entrance for north bound traffic on the east side.

Rex still insisted that I should have taken the last exit and that we needed to go west. He said he had got his information from Mary Ann.

"But it shows it right here," I pointed to the map on my phone.

However, because it showed Rodizio's looking as though it sat right on the freeway near the entrance, a slight amount of doubt crept into me. What if the iPhone did not know where Rodizio's was, but had merely given me the route to the American Fork exit?

But this could not be... iPhones are smart! It had to know the location of Rodizio's!

Anyway, it showed me the route to that spot, I started to follow it and we reached this stoplight. Rex called Mary Ann for clarification. Just beyond, there was a fork in the road. One fork continued on the iPhone route, crossed over the freeway, then veered slightly north and came back to the spot where Rodizio's appeared to be right on the freeway. As the sparrow flies, we were maybe 300 to 400 yards away.

The other fork led back onto the freeway, going south, toward Las Vegas. 

The light turned green, I started out on the iPhone route, but Rex ordered me to turn right, onto the freeway ramp. And you know... he's the big brother. I did. As it turned out, the iPhone was right. There was road construction to the south and the next two exits were out of commission. 

It took us nearly 20 minutes to double back and return to the dot that appeared on the iPhone to be right on the freeway but which was, in fact, Rodizio's, sitting right alongside the freeway.

Never doubt your iPhone - not even when your big brother speaks.

See that mountain? That's Timpanogos, 11,749 feet. I climbed it once in the winter and slept on the side, in a snow cave. Nothing compared to Denali, but a nice little adventure, anyway.

About eight months after Jacob was born, Margie and I dropped him off at my parent's house in Sandy, then we drove to the north side of this mountain, which is forested and has glaciers near the top. Robert Redford's Sundance ski resort sits on the north slope of Timp, which was also the setting for much of his movie, Jeremiah Johnson.

We climbed to the top.

Coming back down, we reached a slide on the glacier. Margie took a seat at the top of the slide but looked at the steep slope below her and was afraid to go. She just sat there, immobile. So I gave her a little push on the back and down she slid, shrieking.

I plopped down and slid down behind her.

When I reached her, she was both shrieking and laughing, scolding me for pushing her, yet happy that she had made the slide. 

In Rodizio's, we found the bride and groom, not eating, but milling about, entertaining the guests.

I took a seat right beside Delaina's dad. "Where do you live?" he asked me.

"Wasilla, Alaska," I answered.

"No!" he shot back, in genuine disbelief. "No you don't!"

"Yes," I said. "I do."

"No you don't!"

"Yes," I held my ground. "I absolutely do."

"Oh. Well... you're good then."

And he never asked me another single question. It was as if the fact that I live in Wasilla told him all that he ever wanted to know about me.

When I travel Outside, I frequently find that many people peg me as soon as they learn where I live. Right wingers will often immediately embrace me as a soul brother. Upon hearing the word, "Wasilla," left wingers, who were friendly and open one minute before, will sometimes suddenly shy away, cease all conversation and want nothing more to do with me.

Folks...!!!! We who live in Wasilla are individuals. We do not all think alike. We do not all eat the same food. Some of us prefer coffee to tea and many don't drink either. We do not vote as a block. We don't all hang out together and we don't all worship Sarah Palin.

Some of us remember how life was before this odd phenomena that is her burst so irrationally upon America and we wish it could be that way again.

We want our Wasilla back!

He is a physical therapist. He got into the field as a student at BYU. He went on to work with the BYU football team and other athletic teams, which caused him to spend much time traveling. He spent many years in Texas.

Now he does his physical therapy on inmates at the Point of the Mountain Utah State Prison.

Occasionally, an inmate will get hostile. Every inmate that he works on is restained, usually either by hand or leg cuffs, depending on what part of the body needs therapy.

Now, I will just move quickly along. The food at Rodizio's... hey, it's not quite as good as Iñupiat and native food, but it is mighty fine and tasty. You start out at a salad bar that has about 30 selections, some of which could qualify as the main course, then guys like this keep coming by with skewers of everything from spicy chicken to spare ribs, to grilled pork and, as you can see, grilled pineapple.

That pineapple... whoa!

I want some more, right now!

Can't have it.

Maybe never again.

A once in a lifetime experience.

I bet they have it in Hawaii.

Even better there.

How can I get to Hawaii?

This is the turkey, wrapped in bacon. Rex has two pig valves in his heart and so does not eat anything wrapped in bacon.

I do, though, and it was... heavenly!

Mary Ann and her daughters are all vegetarian, and this place was good for them, too.

The intellectual banter was continuous.

Shaela and Delaina's mom.

More pineapple.

The thing was, each shaving of food was tiny, leaving the diner to always feel that he (or she) can take another.

So the diner eats and eats, all the time thinking that she has room for plenty more. And then, at the end, suddenly, the diner realizes she is stuffed beyond stuffed.

Or he realizes it. Because I am a he and at the end I was stuffed beyond stuffed.

I could hardly waddle back to the car.

The Rodizio Grill - a place where young people meet...

...and get to know each other.

The bride and groom, at the beginning of their life together.

The other men attached to my sister's daughters. That's Eric sitting by Amber. He is an adventurer, a mountain climber. He loves the Arctic and has scaled tall, icy, peaks that rise from Baffin Island in northeastern Canada.

The other fellow is Steven, Shaela's husband, who, like her, is making a career in the brutal film industry called Hollywood.

Shaela.

A hand upon the shoulder of a granddaughter.

You should know these two by now.

It is time to go. But before we do, Rex visits Tom and his mom.

My sister and her step-granddaughter.

I constructed this and part 4, the final wedding day post, before I went to bed last night, but I will give this a half-dozen or so hours to hang at the top of the list - to see how many extra hits are drawn in just because the word, "Palin," appears in the title.

It will be a bunch, I'm sure.

Update: After reading this, my niece Shaela posted a picture of me being blessed at the Indian temple at Shravanabelagola on her own blog.

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Thos and Delaina's wedding day, part 2: On temple grounds

Before I continue, I must apologize for the many omissions I am about to make. I met a good many people on the day that Thos married Delaina and I was also extremely tired. Hence, most, if not all, of those names have simply flown out of my head. I could try to contact Thos and Delaina, run the pictures by them and have them supply all the missing names, but they are honeymooning in Vermont and I am certain that they are busy admiring the fall colors and do not wish to be interrupted by me and my questions.

So, except for my immediate blood family members, I am just not going to name all these people, including Delaina's beautiful little niece.

This is beautiful Delaina, my new niece-in-law and her beautiful little niece.

As I mentioned in my last post, I, a constant photographer, had to restrain myself and hold back, as Thos and Delaina had hired a real wedding photographer. If anyone should wonder if I was at all offended not to have been asked to shoot the wedding day... no, no, no!

I was glad they had a photographer. Very glad.

They will be glad, too, because they will get their pictures a lot faster than they would if I had shot them.

Anyway, here they are with their photographer, who was a dedicated and hard worker. I have no doubt at all that she did an excellent job.

There will be no polar bears in her pictures, but that is okay.

Polar bears would not be happy in Utah.

They just wouldn't be.

Utah is not a polar bear place. That is why I never want to live there again.

Once you have lived in state where polar bears roam, no other state can quite hold up.

Thos and Delaina, posing for their photographer.

Now, they do a pose for me.

Might I add that this Thos is a very special young man. If it were not so, I would not have traveled all the way to Utah from Alaska to be present outside the Draper Temple on the day of his wedding. My impression of Delaina is that she is special as well. I know she has chosen well.

They look good together.

I hope that they both live to be very old and that they are together through all that time.

In the Mormon faith, the purpose of temple marriage is to wed your spouse not until death do you part, but for all time and eternity.

I do not know about eternity, but if such a thing is possible, then I hope their love will bind them through it.

I hope the same for non-Mormon couples who love each other as well.

Even though I am not a wedding photographer, every now and then I find myself photographing a wedding. Not always, but most often, there comes that exciting moment when I must photograph the groom removing the garter from the leg of the bride.

I do not expect to see such a thing in connection with a Mormon wedding, and so I was bit surprised when I saw the bride begin to hike up her gown for the photographer - but it was so she could photograph her red shoes.

Red shoes also have a reputation as being a bit sexy.

But who says a Mormon bride can't be sexy?

Margie was a Mormon bride and she was sexy - oh, my goodness!

Was she sexy!

That's why we wound up with all these kids.

A little dog came running by.

It was a righteous and holy dog.

Sorry. I couldn't resist.

Thos gets a hug from his stepdad, Gregory Hayes, husband to my sister.

My sister Mary Ann hugs her new daughter-in-law. My niece, Shaela Ann Cook, who sometimes leaves comments on this blog, looks on from the left. Looking on from the right is Tom Swallow, Mary Ann's first husband and the father of all four of her children.

Soon, the photographer was lining all of the family members present together for a group picture, the bride's family on one side and us of the groom's on the other.

You can see that I am standing very close to my former brother-in-law, Tom. Over the past few decades, I have had to give great thought to just what defines a family. It first happened after my brother, Ron, died in 1987. His divorce had been a painful one, but his ex-wife came and despite all the pain of the past, she came as family.

As the mother of my nieces by Ron, she was family. The first wife of my older brother, Mac, also came. Their marriage had also come to a bitter end, but at the funeral it was, once again, as though she were still an integral part of the family.

I will be honest, when Tom and Mary Ann split up, my feelings toward him were made hard and they stayed hard for a long time.

Then, Shaela got married and there Tom was, as family, in the midst of family. It was his place to be there and so those hard feelings had to be put aside. Next, my father lay dying and Tom was there again. Again, it was the right place for him to be and his presence was appreciated.

Next was Khena's wedding in India, and we did some touring together - Tom, I and several others.

And now here we are together again, at Thos's wedding.

He is no longer my in-law, yet, he is family, bound to me through my sister's children. Twenty years ago, I would not have believed it possible, yet I find I now feel a certain sense of love toward him. When we parted company at the end of this trip, we hugged. It was a real hug, with love in it.

Finally, the wedding photographer had us all posed as she wanted. I let my camera hang useless as she took her pictures of the unification of our once separate families.

When she finished, I told everybody to stay put for just a moment, so that I could take a picture of the family group - absent myself, of course.

As I did so, the wedding photographer studied the situation and suddenly decided that she, too, liked the scene without me in it and so stepped back in (see lower right) and again shot the family group - absent me.

If you look at the bigger picture in the slide show, you will see that some eyes are looking at my camera and some at the real wedding photographer's camera.

I don't mind such a dichotomy in my photos, but I did not think that she would want it, so I quickly stepped aside, as quickly as was feasible, anyway.

Thos and his three sisters, Amber, Khena and Shaela. Amber hates to be photographed and has been known to take extreme measures to avoid the camera lens. I was the official photographer for Shaela and husband Steve Cook and Amber was part of the bridal entourage, and so she had to yield and I got some wonderful pictures of her.

I might also note that my sister's children are all brilliant. If you were to drop them in amidst the honor classes of Harvard, Yale, Stanford, MIT - any damn place - and pull together the four other brightest people present and put them in a group, these four right here would still be the brightest quartet in the room.

I won't elaborate now, but maybe I will sometime in the future, should my time and travels allow.

I tell them I am done with this picture. They step away. I take another. I like to do things like this, to get the scene just when the pose has been broken.

In my last post, I used a picture of the bride and groom that I shot at this very spot, just seconds apart from this one. In that one, they were standing slightly apart, so that the picture would show the words engraved in the granite behind and above them.

So I figured that I had better use this one now, so readers can see that they are not stand-a-parts, but rather a genuine, loving, hugging, couple of newlyweds.

And here they are, loving each other some more.

And this was my first glimpse ever of my youngest niece, Ada Lakshmi Iyer, held in the arms of her father, Vivek. She had been sleeping and so Vivek had stayed in the car with her.

Ada Lakshmi, in the midst of all.

Ada grew irritated and began to cry. Her dad showed her something on his iPhone and she calmed down.

Then Vivek took Ada off to the side of the temple and pointed out something above. I can't be certain, but I suspect that it was the golden statue of the Angel Moroni.

This is my brother Rex, the eldest of the two twins and also of all five of us original siblings. He is an insurance investigator and some little disaster had happened that he was called to early in the morning, about 7:30. He thought that he would be able to get it taken care of quickly and then join us at the appointed time, but he was wrong.

He did not arrive until after the photographer had taken all of her temple pictures, until after the bride had changed out of her gown.

Things often happen this way for my brother, Rex.

Now that Rex has arrived, we all leave the temple grounds and head back to our cars. As we do, I think of my trips to India and the temples that we saw there. One of those temples, dedicated to the Hindu God Ganesha, is located less than a block away from the home where Vivek comes from.

Just like this building, it is a temple, but the two places could not be more different. There is an elephant at that temple and if you give it a banana or a coin, it will raise its trunk, lay it upon your head and give you a blessing. The walls are covered with many brightly painted statues and in the evening monkeys leap about among them.

You must walk through a gantlet of beggars to get that temple. It is not in me to ignore and shun them, but it is hard to give to all.

The first time I went to that temple, I was very nervous. I feared that I would not be welcome, that nobody would want me there and I would not be allowed to enter.

I was wrong. I was asked to leave my shoes outside and then I was very welcome inside (as was any money I might care to leave behind). Their holy men blessed me in their way and although I did not understand it, I appreciated it and it felt good to me.

I really liked it when the elephant blessed me. That felt good.

In essence, although neither group may recognize it and some might get angry at me for saying so, the people at both temples are striving to do the same thing - to find their way through a hard and puzzling life into a good death, a death that isn't death.

Now that the temple part was over, there were three more functions to take place on this wedding day: lunch, a post-wedding ring ceremony held for the benefit of those who could not enter the temple, and a reception.

It is now 6:55 PM. I will try to get it all blogged, one way or another, before I go to bed, so that I can move this blog along and return it to Wasilla.

Update: After reading this, my niece, Shaela, posted a picture of me receiving a blessing from a holy man at a temple in Shravanebelagola on her own blog.

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Transitions: Kaktovik to Wasilla and my grandsons, to Utah where Thos got married before the milk expired, a beautiful reflection of India

I have fallen terribly behind - in large part for the reasons explained in my entry of October 15 and in part simply because life just seems to plunge relentlessly forward at an ever-increasing pace and I simply cannot keep up or ever pause long enough to make sense of it all.

Before I fell into this blog hole, readers will recall that I had been in Kaktovik, where I took this picture nine days ago (really? Nine days already???), where I had gone to cover the Healthy Communities Summit.

I was riding with big Bob Aiken in the truck that he had borrowed from his aunt, The Reverend Mary Warden, and we had gone out to look at the mountains of the Brooks Range, a bit to the south.

Don't let this picture fool you. You cannot drive a car from Kaktovik to the mountains. You can only drive a little ways - in this case, a couple of miles from the village to the land fill. However, the water between Barter Island and the mainland was rapidly freezing over and I am certain that by now, people from Kaktovik are driving their snowmachines to the mountains and some have undoubtedly taken some snow-white, bighorn Dall sheep.

Just before I left Kaktovik, the temperature dropped very close to zero F, if not all the way.

This is not all that cold for this time of year, it's just that recent years have been so warm. In fact, I remember that in our first winter in Wasilla, the snow set in for good on October 2 and within a week of that we had had our first sub-zero temperatures - and Wasilla is a much warmer place than Kaktovik.

That winter was colder than average, but the fact is, Alaska is just not as cold of a place as it was when we first moved here.

A bit later that same afternoon, I saw the snowplow clearing the runway. I left Kaktovik the next afternoon, Saturday, October 9. As I did, I shot a very nice little photo story of riding around beforehand with Big Bob, of airplanes, coming and going, of people deboarding and boarding, of flying to Barrow, where I had less than two hours before I had to board my flight to Anchorage - but that was enough to get a picture of Roy Ahmaogak with some of the slabs of maktak from the whale his Savik crew had landed - and then of the flight home.

But I can find none of those images now. I have this horrid feeling that I accidently erased them.

The Alaska Airlines flight arrived in Anchorage late in the evening and Margie came to pick me up. As we drove back to Wasilla, I sent a text message to Lavina, "I need a Kalib and Jobe fix!"

And my dear daughter-in-law! What did she do? After I had gotten some sleep and rest, she drove them out to Wasilla, just to give me that fix.

Here is Jobe, soothing my soul.

Since I left on these latest rounds of travel, Jobe has entered daycare. Margie no longer must go to town to spend her week days babysitting him. While she is glad to be able to stay home - and I will be glad to have her here, something I have not yet had the chance to experience - she already greatly misses hanging out with him all day.

Kalib went out into the back yard to golf.

Before taking his first shot, he contemplates, seeks to psych himself up.

He zeros in on the ball...

...and drives it hard and far. I would tell you it was a hole-in-one, but there was no hole in which to drop it, so there was no hole in one.

It was a darn good drive, though.

I had barely gotten my fix when the two got strapped into their car seats and their mother drove them back to Anchorage.

Soon, I was on a red-eye flight that left Anchorage at 12:47 AM and arrived in Salt Lake City just after 7:00 AM. I had a "B" seat - a middle seat.

It was not a pleasant flight.

After I exited the plane, I followed these two pilots toward baggage claim.

During my short time in Wasilla, Margie kept after me to get a haircut, but I had too much to do and couldn't take the time.

"I'll get one down there," I said.

She was doubtful.

After I arrived in Salt Lake, I went to the house in Sandy that my brother Rex inherited from my parents and lay down upon his bed to take a short nap.

That damn short nap lasted until about 2:25 PM. This aggravated me, because I did not want to waste my day napping, but I guess I needed it.

I then spent about an hour visiting with the ghosts of my parents as they now manifest themselves in their old house and then went to breakfast at the nearby IHOP. I finished breakfast a little after 4:00 PM. Then I headed over to "Great Clips" and got my hair cut.

I got my beard trimmed, too. It is no where near as long now as in this picture.

This is why I dropped everything and flew to Utah: to be present during the time of the wedding of my nephew, Thos Swallow, to Delaina Bales. The wedding had been scheduled for 10:00 AM Friday, and I and all the other family members who could not attend were told to be there by 10:40, when they would emerge as husband and wife from the granite building behind.

The drive took me a few minutes longer than I had anticipated and I arrived about 10:48. The sun shone brightly and reflected off the nearly white granite with an intensity that hurt my eyes. I found the temperature shocking - already into the mid-70's.

I looked all around, and while many people, including other new brides and grooms, milled serenely about, I could not see Thos and Delaina, nor could I spot a single familiar face.

I did not think that I had come so late that they had already taken their post-ceremony pictures and left, but I was just a little bit worried, so I called my sister, Mary Ann, Thos's mom, to see where she might be. 

She had not yet arrived, but was wandering around down below with her husband, the granite building in sight above them, trying to find the road that would take them there.

As I was talking to her on my cell, I saw Thos and bride Delaina emerge from the wedding hall. He, too, was talking on his phone. She had to shield her eyes from the harsh glare that she had just stepped out into.

Here they are, the bride and groom - Thos and Delaina Swallow, outside the Draper Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (the Mormons) in which they had just married.

That golden fellow blowing his trumpet toward the east, the direction from which it is prophesied that Christ will appear at His Second Coming, is the Angel Moroni. Moroni was a huge character in the intense life that I grew up in and that I can never step fully away from even though my thoughts and beliefs have traveled into new territory.

The Church is very particular about who it will allow to enter its temples and, notwithstanding the fact that my direct ancestors hung out with Joseph Smith, set out across the plains toward Utah with Brigham Young and received multiple wives in wedding ceremonies conducted by him, I no longer am numbered among those allowed to enter.

In some ways, it is kind of a funny feeling to travel over to 2000 miles to be present during a wedding that you know you will not be allowed to attend, but I understood all this before I left. Margie and I did the same thing to her parents and family on the day nearly 37 years ago that we married in the Provo Temple. As I have noted in the past, I feel bad when I think about that now, but I do not want Thos and Delaina to ever feel badly that I found myself subject to the same exclusion at their wedding.

I understand - but as for my father and mother-in-law, they had already been excluded from so much by the larger, mostly white and Mormon society that had taken over so much of their country and had then surrounded them on their reservation. I deeply regret the fact that, at our wedding, Margie and I added to that feeling of exclusion.

In the case of my nephew and his wife, the one thing that matters to me is that he, Thos, be given the assurance that his Uncle Bill loves him and admires him, that he is an important man in my life and that she knows that I honor the commitment that she and he have made together and that I embrace her as a part of this, in many ways shattered and scattered, family.

To give them that assurance, I traveled far to be present for their wedding that I knew the Church would not allow me to attend.

On September 30, Thos wrote this on his Facebook page: 

"By the time the milk in my fridge expires, I will be a married man.

By my standards, I restrained my photography on the day of the wedding. As regular readers know, I am not a wedding photographer and Thos and Delaina had hired a real wedding photographer to shoot the event for them. She worked hard and from what I could tell, did a good job. She was cordial toward me, but I could see that my presence with my camera did annoy her a bit, so I did my best to restrain myself.

Even so, I took a fair number of pictures. I have it had it in mind to do a good photo summation of the day, as I experienced it. Yet, except for the two images at the temple and this one, I have not yet had a chance to even look at my take. I still hope to produce a summation of the wedding day, plus at least one or two other posts dedicated to my trip to Utah, but, as usual, life continues to rush forward. Images rush through my camera in a non-ending blur and Utah is now behind me. The bright, warm, sun has been replaced by the cold and gray of post-fall Wasilla in need of the grace of its white blanket.

I got to bed a bit before 4:00 am this morning, took Margie to breakfast at Family Restaurant at noon and have a non-revenue generating project (most projects seem to be this way, these days. Now that everybody has a digital camera, this concept that photographers have no need to make a living just seems to be growing and growing and I buy into it myself, as this blog proves) that I have committed to my underfunded client that I will finish before I go to bed tomorrow morning.

So maybe I will get a chance to post those other Utah stories and maybe I won't. I hope I do. I want to.

We will see.

But, in case I don't, after I pulled out the two pictures of Thos and Delaina coming out of the temple, I zipped way down through the take, very near to end of that day, and quickly grabbed this picture.

This is Ada Lakshmi Iyer, 17 months old, the most recent member born into this family. Ada is the daughter of my niece, Khena and her husband, Vivek Iyer, who grew up in India. The fabric for her beautiful little dress was selected by her grandmother, Vasanthi, a devout Hindu, and sewn by a tailor in Bangalore.

Ada was born in Minneapolis, but recently paid a visit to India, where she was reportedly loved and adored by all.

As for Vivek, who married into my once devout Mormon family, he says he is now pretty much an atheist, but that does not mean he is no longer Hindu, because one can be Hindu and still be atheist. As Vivek's dad, Murthy, also devout Hindu, once explained it to me, one can be just about about anything, Mormon included, and still be Hindu, because in the end, however many journeys it might require before one undergoes all the hardships, purification and education necessary, one will find his or her way back to God and the truth, whatever God be, whatever truth be.

Me, I still don't know and don't ever expect to. I'm just shooting through life, amazed at the hard and beautiful wonder of it all, trying to capture a few images and hazy meaning along the way.

Little Ada Lakshmi! So beautiful, so adorable, so full of life and excitement! I just wanted to pick her up and hug her, but she is not the kind of person to sit still long enough for that. Just before I left, she did let me give her a hug as her mother held her. 

When I did, she smiled.

It is good to be alive.

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Farewell to Mabel Aiken - a kind, gentle and caring lady

This morning, I sit alone in a quiet motel room, yet in my head I hear hymns, sung the Iñupiaq way, and I feel a strong connection to many souls, who on this day will gather together in a church in Barrow to hold services for and pay their respects to a very dear lady by the name of Mabel Aiken. If it were at all feasible, I would be there with them, but it is not.

I wish that I had a picture of Mabel in my laptop computer so that I could post it here, but I do not. I do, however, have this picture of her husband Kunuk and many members of her family and crew at the edge of the lead, as they watch the approach of a bowhead whale.

When I took this picture, Mabel was not physically present, but she was still very much with her family and crew. Back on land, she was busily overseeing the base operations necessary to sustain them on the ice. Through the VHF radio, she kept constant contact and whenever they needed anything, she made certain it was ready to go, to be packed onto a sled and sent out. She cooked, she sewed, she prayed. She gave them encouragement.

She was not physically present on the ice, yet her presence could be felt at all times.

From this time forward, Mabel Aiken will no longer be present in the physical world, yet her spirit will be felt every day. 

Mable was a gentle, kind, soft-spoken, caring woman who was always good to me and I am blessed for having had the opportunity to spend some time with her in this life.

To Kunuk, to all the Aikens and to all those who knew and loved Mabel - may The Creator be with you on this day and bring you comfort and solace, even at those moments when it may seem that comfort and solace cannot be had.

As you sing so beautifully and with such soul and passion:

God be with you, 'til we meet again...

I love you all.

To those readers who never knew her, just know that she lived and that she made the Arctic a warmer place and all the world just a little bit better than it would have been without her.