|The arm, provided by Canada, that the astronauts used to space walk.|
Saturday, July 29, 2017
The very best part of the day! It was amazing and the pictures do it no justice. My heart skipped a few beats when we walked into this humongous room to the following: The Space Shuttle Discovery
Pictures above are of satellites.
I was told the marvelous things they did, but...
|Two happy campers amongst all the machinery.|
Following pictures of re-entry capsules,
each with an interesting story, but the ladies
sitting there forgot them.
Picture below is the restoration room.
It is immense with a lot going on in it.
On July 15th, we had a senior missionary tour of the 2nd Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. The original museum, which is still open, had so much "stuff" , a second museum was built, and Mr. Udvar wrote two very large checks for the construction of it, so, of course, it was named after him.
See the Blackbird?
This is a Pan Am plane, one of the first to fly passengers globally.
Grandpa Claire Banks flew this to Alaska in 1953.
The Enola Gay that dropped the first atomic bomb in Japan.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Why I Believe - Richard and Claudia Bushman July 16th
The Bushmans are historians who have written widely on Mormonism
and other topics. Brother Bushman wrote Rough Stone Rolling about
Joseph Smith. Both taught at Columbia in New York. It was an
exceptional evening. They spoke specifically to the topic of Why I Believe
and their spirit and testimony felt like such a gift to us. I would love to have
a copy of Sister Bushman's talk. She is my kind of speaker. I loved it.
Excuse the picture, but it was the only one I could find of them
together and current.
Elder and Sister Smith - July 2017
We said a sad good bye to Elder (Dr.) and Sister Smith. They are
wonderful human beings. They served as Medical and Mental Health
missionaries. They worked very hard and accomplished
much. We loved being around them and will
miss them a bunch.
On July 14, we went with Elder Jarred and Sister Karren (married), to see
these folks in concert at the Washington Nationals ballpark in DC. It was wonderful!
Getting back to the apartment on the Metro (train) was an experience! After the concert
the Metro station was packed solid with people. The escalators were turned off because
lines were so long. That probably happens often, but new to us. I did not see any
police or security. You could not move, there were so many people. Greg stood
behind me and put both arms tight around my waist and when the doors opened
we were pushed forward onto the train. Lucky for us we were right in front of the doors.
It took us over two hours to get home. But, it was worth it. We heard and sang along
with a lot of other old folks, some old favorites from our "youth." Behind us though
were a couple of groups of young kids, and we could hear a couple of guys singing
who knew all the words to all the songs. It was comforting.