Friday, July 24, 2026

Happy Birthday to me! :)

We drove up to Cache Valley today to spend Pioneer Day with Sam's family.

They had a large blow-up slide set up in Spencer's yard. The kids played on that thing for hours!



Before eaitng the birthday brownies and ice cream, Grandma (Margaret) gathered everyone to ask questions about me. It was fun, and funny.

Playing games before returning to our home.

This is one of the two shirts I received for my birthday. 😁

Thursday, July 23, 2026

Layth in the bumbo

 








Mom's first birthday in the spirit world

 Today we celebrated Mom's birthday by singing all the "Happy Birthday" songs at her gravesite.

Douglas (holding Layth), Penny, Maxwell, Diana, Denali
With the adults (Dad, Sara, Sam, Daniel)

Penny and Diana brought heart notes for Dad's new wife, Angela.
Angela, Dad, Sara, Sam, Daniel
Mom followed the "Bean Protocol" (eating lots of beans, meat, and veggies, and avoiding sugars) for quite a few years before her death. So, we filled some empty cans of beans with soil and flowers for her. I joked that her spirit would probably kick them off her headstone when we left, because she insisted she would never eat another bean after she left this mortal life.

We love you, Mudda!

Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Don't let Andrew catch up! (Bountiful Food Pantry)

 This evening we had fun serving at the Bountiful Food Pantry.



The kids and I went with Andrew (Stacie's husband) and his two kids, Lydian and Tristan.

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Wedding and sealing of Dad and Angela

Saturday, July 11th

 

Today we gathered at the home of one of Angela's sons to witness the marriage of Dad and Angela.

Talking to Dad's brothers, Roger and Bruce (Sam is talking to Bruce's wife, Susan).

We were asked to briefly introduce ourselves. Here are Sara and Jared introducing their family.
Introducing our family.
Dad's brothers and their wives, and his sister (Audrie) and her husband, Craig.
A former BYU Jerusalem Center student of Dad's performed the marriage.
The kids had fun swimming and playing before we left.

Tuesday, July 21st

Dad and Angela were sealed in the Orem Temple today.
Left-to-Right: Angela's sons, Eric and Mark, Mark's wife (Shalice), Angela, Dad, Sara, Jared, Daniel

Keeping the sun off us.

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I sent the following email to Dad when he got married:

Dad,

Do you remember this section from President Hinckley's biography?

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From Gordon B. Hinckley’s biography, on his Dad (Bryant Hinckley) remarrying after his Mother (Ada) died:


Perhaps Gordon assumed that life would go on as usual, with him shouldering some of the burden at home and helping shepherd his younger brothers and sisters along. So he wasn’t prepared for the day, early in 1932, when Bryant called his children together and announced that he was going to marry again. His intended was May Green, the office manager at the Salt Lake Clinic. May was a woman of great capacity, a hard worker with an infectious sense of humor. But as far as Gordon was concerned, her virtues were irrelevant. He was determined to preserve his mother’s memory and upset that his father was prepared to replace her.


When Bryant announced his intentions to his children, the resulting silence was deafening. He was so nervous that he shook visibly at the encounter. “In our wildest dreams,” Ramona said, “I don’t think we imagined Father would remarry. We just couldn’t imagine him with anyone but Mother.” A couple of nights later Bryant returned home late to find Gordon in the library studying for finals. Gordon was obviously still troubled, for when Bryant tried to initiate a conversation he made a remark that stirred up the issue again. Their discussion was becoming emotional when Bryant finally asked his son, “Do you want me to grow old alone? Do you want your sisters to feel responsible for taking care of me when I get to be an old man?”


He reassured Gordon that he loved Ada dearly and that his feelings for her would never fade. But he also acknowledged how lonely his existence would be if he were forced to live the rest of his life in solitude. Father and son talked into the night, and Gordon’s heart softened as he saw in a new light how devastating his mother’s death had been for his father.


On February 22, 1932, Bryant married May, who, as a young woman, had been promised in her patriarchal blessing that she would marry and be a mother to many children. At first there were tensions and awkward moments between the children and their new stepmother. May didn’t do things the way Ada had, and it was difficult for the children to see their father show affection to anyone other than their mother. But in time Aunt May—as the children called her—won a place in their hearts. From the outset she made it clear that she had no intention of trying to replace Ada, and that she wanted only to make her own place.


May was sensitive to the fact that her husband had been happily married twice before and that Christine’s and Ada’s children needed the assurance that their mothers had not been forgotten. In time, Gordon and his brothers and sisters grew to love the woman who so eagerly loved them. “We were not little children, but she took hold of [our] family, not in any officious way,” Gordon later said. “I don’t know that it was easy for her to step into our family, but she did it well. We all respected her. We all loved her.”


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Sam shared the above section with me as I wrestle with various feelings related to your upcoming marriage to Angela. I love President Hinckley and it was good for me to read about the tough feelings that he, the future prophet, had to deal with when his father announced his intention to remarry.

In all honesty, when you told us in Angela's studio that you two were planning to marry, I'm glad I had my camera out in front of me to hide some of the shock I felt. it's not that I'm not happy for you. I am, but this is a major change in our family. I love change, but the change in my life often comes on my terms; when I want it. This, obviously, is something I have no control over. As with the beloved prophet of my younger days, Gordon B. Hinckley, I believe I will come to love Angela over time. Not the love I have for my dear Mother, but there are different kinds and levels of love. For now, I already like and respect Angela. I hope that's a good start. 

I love you, Dad. Please know that even though I am wrestling with some feelings related to you remarrying, and I may not be as giddy as you are--I suppose it would be a bit strange if I were "giddy" about it 🙂--I totally support your decision.

- Daniel Bin Daniel

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Dad replied as follows:

Whoa, Daniel! Thanks for sending me this excerpt from the life of one of my all-time favorite prophets. I can definitely relate to many of the feelings swirling around in the family. This is an abrupt change in my life also, but I know it is right. Heaven has confirmed that to me, and I so much appreciate your faithful support. You are a beloved, firstborn son and I believe you will come to love Angela, too. She is a great soul.

Would you please send the Hinckley quote, along with your feelings about this whole situation, to your brother?  He is struggling far more than anyone else over this whole thing, and his only brother can certainly help him see this matter in a whole new light.

Thanks again for your candid, honest feelings, and your noble willingness to adjust to a major but beautiful change in the Ogden family. This past week has been, in a sense, one of the best and most memorable “family reunions“ in our Ogden family history. I LOVE your mother and I LOVE our family!

Sunday, July 19, 2026

Grand Junction, CO and Farmington, NM temples by train, car, scooter and skateboard

 

Maxwell and Gideon (my nephews) joined Douglas and me for our adventurous temple trip over the past three days. Our neighbor, Danny Davis, picked us up at 2:15am on Thursday and he dropped us off at the Salt Lake City Amtrak train station to catch our six-hour train ride to Grand Junction, Colorado.

Once we boarded the train, Douglas and Maxwell immediately started playing games. They must have played 50 games of chess during our trip.




Gideon caught up on some sleep on the train ride.

We arrived at the Grand Junction train station and set off for our late-morning baptisms-for-the-dead appointment at the Grand Junction Temple. I tried multiple times to film and ride at the same time, but it didn't work. I almost crashed multiple times.
We rode 3.5 miles to the temple, stopping halfway there to eat breakfast at McDonald's.

Maxwell and Douglas changed into their church clothes in the waiting room of the temple. Gideon doesn't have a temple recommend yet, so he watched our things in the waiting room while the rest of us were in the baptistry.

Post-baptisms photo in front of the temple doors.
Following our visit to the temple, we rode another two miles to the Grand Junction Airport to pick up a rental car. It was a very hot day!
This is how we felt when we got the rental car. Air-conditioning!
We spent the night at a hotel in Grand Junction.

The next day we drove five hours south to Farmington, New Mexico. We stopped along the way at the Four Corners Monument.


When I initially planned this trip, I included the Monticello, Utah Temple on the itinerary, but last week I received an email and text message from the temple telling me that all temple appointments for this week were canceled due to the presence of a massive fire nearby which, at the time, was the largest fire in the United States. The entire area was on alert and they decided to close the temple until the fire was under control.

We drove through Monticello anyway when I checked the status of the fire that morning and learned that it was 75% contained.
We also drove through Shiprock, New Mexico to meet up with Elder Zander Johnson (pictured far right), our neighbor back home, and the other Elders currently serving in Shiprock.
We bought lunch for them and because we were on a Native American reservation, I ordered a delicious Navajo taco.
With the Shiprock missionaries. Notice their ties? They all make their own ties! I bought five of their Native American-style, handmade ties. So cool!
When we finished our visit with the Shiprock missionaries, we drove to Farmington, NM where we played in the pool at the hotel before going to the temple for our evening baptisms-for-the-dead appointment.


The stained-glass windows at the Farmington, New Mexico Temple are beautiful. A pretty Native-American teal/turquoise/green/aquamarine color was used in the windows, furniture, and even some paintings throughout the temple. The reason I wrote "teal/turquoise/aquamarine" is because we saw some gorgeous chairs in the waiting room and we debated the color of the material. Douglas said teal. Gideon said turquoise, Maxwell said green. We finally settled on aquamarine when we checked with Uncle Google.

The boys were hungry after our temple service. All three wanted different fast food. Douglas wanted McDonald's. Gideon wanted Wendy's. Maxwell wanted Arby's. Because we had the time, I took them to the three different places. As we made our way to the three fast food locations and waited in the drive-through lines, we successfully drove away the spirit of the temple by engaging in a fruitless, but funny, argument over which fast food restaurant is better. Gideon insists Arby's is trash. Ironically, after we arrived back at the hotel and Maxwell had devoured his four roast-beef sliders from Arby's, he vomited (he claims he simply ate too much), thereby giving Gideon another point to add to his "Arby's is trash" argument.
The next morning (Saturday, 18 July) we drove 4 1/2 hours back to Grand Junction, but this time we drove straight north instead of going through Utah. The scenery for the first three hours of the drive was stunning! We drove through the San Juan National Forest and other beautiful mountain areas.


Maxwell and Gideon crossing the street in Ouray, Colorado.
We dropped the rental car off at the Grand Junction Airport and rode our scooters/skateboard six miles (mostly downhill this time! Wahoo!) back to the Amtrak train station. We stopped at Wendy's to fill up before the six-hour train ride back to Salt Lake City.
On the way back to the train station, we took a short pit stop in the shade next to a neighborhood mosque. It's always fun for me to see Arabic.
We made it!
It was another toasty day, but we all made it without getting too dehydrated.
Here I am with the train conductor (and a photobombing Maxwell) on the way back to Utah. I know this particular conductor from when we were on jury duty together some time ago. He is the reason I found out I could take the train to visit a new temple (Grand Junction).

Gideon and Maxwell got off the train at the Provo station where Sara (my sister and their mother) picked them up.

There are two photos I'm not including in this family-friendly blog post. We learned about a tradition that began long ago. At one point during the train ride to Grand Junction as we were choo-chooing along a river, the conductor came on the speakers to tell us that people rafting down the river often take pleasure in mooning the train. I didn't see any flabby lower cheeks on the ride out, but on the ride back we saw quite a few full moons. I took two pictures for proof. 😂

Another great temple trip in the books!