Brothers

Subject: RE: Brothers
Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2012 06:44:30 -0600

Thank you Liza for all the tender memories.   Each day we can make another good memory.
 

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Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 14:14:04 -0700
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To: julie@mckellars.net
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Subject: Re: Brothers

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

  I echo the feelings of all. I have said to  my children on numerous occasions that I hope that they continue to enjoy their close relationship with each other as much as we do as brothers and sisters. I think we have actually become closer since mom died. We used to keep in contact through her and now we do it direct.

I think of the spontaneous times that we have been together. A year ago in August when Errol and Elaine were taking Heidi to Cody to celebrate her birthday where she had been born. He called and invited any to join him as they went through Sixth Crossing to see John. It wasn't the perfect timing but I just couldn't not go.  The only thing that makes a gathering better is to have more of us together.

I think of when John called and said let's fly down and go to Jerom's wedding to share the event with Errol and Elaine. 

 I was overjoyed to see Errol and Elaine walk into the chapel when Tav and Tate were speaking and to have Errol and Terry come over to the Jackson fair and see the boys there.

Christy surprised me by popping in on a dance recital, maybe it was John who flew her in. 

Jerry would sometimes drop in on me on his way here and there. I remember a lovely lunch that we girls had at Patsy's in Jackson. She served a frozen fruit compote.

Being able to stay with Terry and Betty for a couple of weeks before the twins were born was such a blessing.

 We have had numerous adult dinners at Julie's.

Being together is a taste of heaven here on earth. Think of the amazing time that we will have when we are with Mom, Dad, Jerry and Grandpa and Grandma Bagley and Call and so many others that I think we already have relationships with even though we didn't know them in this life.

Oh there are good times ahead!!!

Aa we walked down the beach on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica i heard this song playing. It could be the theme song of our family.

 http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=seZMOTGCDag

I don't remember if I mentioned in an earlier email that on the Caribbean side we heard a group singing the song "I Had To Leave a Little Girl in Kingston town". I sang right along and had a flashback to Jerry singing the song in his sweet tenor voice. We the got on youtube and listened to a number of Harry Belafonte songs and had a little "time with Jerry". We miss him. 

Love to all, Liza

--- julie@mckellars.net wrote:

From: Julie Mckellar <julie@mckellars.net>
To: Errol Bagley <eebagley@hotmail.com>
Cc: terry brunson <brunsotmt@gmail.com>, <patsyqbagley@hotmail.com>, <gracechristy@sbcglobal.net>, <oleyeller@oleyeller.com>, <lbwdesigns@silverstar.com>, <scarlet@mckellars.net>, <tractorman@cableone.net>
Subject: Re: Brothers
Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 12:41:20 -0600

Dear Errol:

I loved your little summary of sharing time

with John at Sixth Crossing.

Thanks for recording your thoughts.

I know that Dad and Mom would both be tickled to know of this

intertwining of your lives at this time.

Isn't this what we all want?  The love of our children to continue and increase.

We want so much for them to share and enjoy one another.

Our own children learn more from what we do than any other way.

Our times together are very important.  Let's not forget to make them happen.

We will continue to need and and love one another.

I have so often told Liza and Christy that the greatest gift 

Mom gave to me was my sisters!

Both my brothers and my sisters have been so important to me,

I am proud of all of you and so ready to call attention to the fact that

you are MY BROTHER or SISTER!

I so often call attention to my own children of the

bond that we have.

I love you all, and this extends to your wives and husbands!

Love, Julie

On Apr 15, 2012, at 11:52 PM, Errol Bagley wrote:

Elaine and I were released this week from the Wyoming Handcart Historical Sites. We had been back twice this winter to work on the new visitors center and we had indicated our willingess to come back in June and July of this summer if needed. During the winter three building missionary couples had been called and it was apparent that they were going to have plenty of missionaries for the summer without us. We were grateful to have served in such a unique mission.

John and I had basically parted ways when I left for my mission 50 years ago. With the exception of our summer time visits to Wyoming/Idaho for a few days we had not been together much. I think there was some apprehension on both of our parts to be thrown together in a small group with him as the director and ecclesiastical leader. For much of our growing up he had been my sometimes obnoxious younger brother and I had been his sometimes overbearing older brother.  It turned out to be a sweet experience. With the exception of me dropping a heavy log on his fingers once and him shouting some instructions while I was atop the sisor lift tangled up in four hoses trying to sandblast the ceiling there was no cowboy language exchanged between us.

I think we were both careful that there was no perceived favoritism shown with two brothers in the camp. John was an equal opportunity offender. He worked us all like rented mules. After a month in camp one of the older Elders came up to me and asked "Are you sure he is your brother?"

It became apparent that we both had a bit of a devious sense of humor which was helpful to make it though the day.

On my last interview with President Fenn I expressed thanks for being able to come to this mission. I also told him that I didn't think they could have found a contractor in the Western States that could have, with the help of a few senior missionaries brought a 10,000 sf three story log building from foundation to metal roof in a single season like my brother had done. He agreed.

The picture is John and I standing at the top of Prospect Hill. We wanted to stand somewhere were Anson Call would have for sure been. The sometimes multiple trails come together at this point for a long single pull up a hill. Thanks for the memories Grandpa.......

Errol Call Bagley

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Officer Bagley & Mr. "B"

Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 21:57:22 -0700

To my surprise today as I was waiting for my junior high students to load up Officer Jarom Bagley rode up on his bike. I did not know that he was working school security at the adjoining school. We chatted for a minute though the drivers window and then he came around to the bus door and  boarded the bus. I didn't know what his plan was but I gave him the microphone to the PA system.

Jarom introduced himself as Officer Bagley and instructed my passengers to be thoughtful , courteous, and especially kind to Mr"B" as he  wasn't as young as he used to be. My students were almost speechless. Jarom cuts quite as imposing figure with his broad shoulders bulletproof vest, shaved head, and police side arm. As he finished and was walking off the bus the kids gave him a big cheer.

I drove for a couple of miles and couldn't contain myself. I had to tell them that I had four other boys like him and three daughters to boot. They then gave me a cheer.

Got to love these kids..................................Mr. "B"

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After six times on the operating table last year I had to leave my bus route rather abruptly before the end of school. The driver who took over was a "redneck" type fellow from Tombstone Arizona who was missing one front tooth. I was somewhat reluctant to leave my beautiful students in his care.

The first day of school each year is a notable event for students which sometimes involves new schools, new teachers and new bus drivers that they will be spending the next nine months with. As I approached my group pickups on the first day of school this year I could see the students straining to see through the reflective windshield to identify who the driver was. As they got on I could see some smiles and restrained approval that Mr. "B" was back. On my next to the last pickup the restraint was lifted as one of the junior high girls that had been on my route for three years gave a shriek of joy upon seeing me. At first I thought it might have been because of my rugged good looks. On second thought it was probably just because I was well groomed and had all of my front teeth. 

After I got everyone on board I took the PA microphone and welcomed the students 20% of who were new to the bus. I told them I was called Mr. "B". To my surprise the bus erupted in cheers with fist pumping in the air.[ Now I'm thinking maybe it is because of my rugged good looks.]  I went on to tell them that my bus rules were pretty simple. Stay in your seats while the bus is moving. Don't throw things and no jumping out of the windows at speeds over 35 mph. The new students seemed confused at the last instruction. The pay is still $12.50/hr. The cheers were priceless.

After a few weeks I decided that I would sing to them each Friday morning. I had much to sing about. I had lived through six operations. I had made it through a summer on The Sweetwater with John as my boss and I was looking forward to a Arizona winter with of my children and grandchildren. I doubt that when manufactuerers of "Thomas" buses mounted eight speakers in the rounded metal roof of a 40 ft. school bus they were thinking of the singing bus driver. The acoustical effects are quite remarkable.

The first Friday I selected the poem "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer that has beautifully been put to music. I told them to listen carefully to the words. 

http://www.bartleby.com/104/119.html

As a second number that day I had them join me in singing from Disney's  " It's A Small Small World". They were quite good at this one.

http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/d/disney6472/itsasmallworld512140.html

 

 

 The next Friday I sang the version of " Ghost Riders In The Sky" made famous by Johnny Cash . This song too has a cowboy message.

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/f/frankie_laine/ghost_riders_in_the_sky.html

 

 

The third week the PA system broke down so it was a "no song Friday" without explaination. To my surprise a half of dozen students asked me on the way off the bus why I hadn't sang that morning. Well that is all us "aging" transportation entertainers need is a little encoragement and who knows when and where we will be singing. I think Johnny Cash would be proud.

 

Coming up this week is a short song from "Oklahama"

 

Mr. B

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Handcarts

In the first picture of the handcarts are rickshaws so that the youth can pull disabled friends on the trek that may not be able to hike. The second picture is me moving picnic tables around the campground with the skip loader. The third picture is our 140 handcarts that we are getting ready to re-oil with linseed oil. I also got my spray machine out this week and painted the 24 new picnic tables that we built for a new campground.

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Women of the Church

Dear Family,
 
The two pictures are of Mom [third one in] on one of our women's pulls. This is part of all the treks to have the men and boys leave the sisters to pull the carts alone. You will notice that these carts did not have several hundred pounds of luggage in them. We then tell stories of how in former times and now the women of the church are called on to pull the load alone.
 
Having said that I would like to devote some time to Ashley's graduation with honors from collage. I had to remember back to our stake trek and the women's pull that Ashley was part of. None of the several women's pull sites here are as difficult as the one Ashley was on. It was a heartbreaker that our North Stake sisters thought they were going to die on. The men watching from the trees thought we were going to die just watching as the sister would block the wheels with rocks when they could go no farther. When they got to the top most just dropped to the ground and cried.
After they had rested, as leader of one of the groups, I instructed the girls to step away from the handcarts and told the boys to pull up the final non challenging hill. After going a short distance I looked back and all of the girls had disregarded my instructions and were back helping with the carts. We as men are lucky to have such women in our lives.
 
Ashley, Mom and I will celebrate with you when we get home. Rest assured that this accomplishment did not go unnoticed. Love Dad  We are very proud of your accomplishment. I know the end was hard to get through as your interests were in other things, but you stuck it out, and as the years go by, you will be glad you did. we love and miss you all  mom

Another Day on the Trail

Today was another day on the trails with handcarts and telling the stories that we will tell the trekker youth. We were just telling them to the other missionaries. We are having some surprisingly sunny days even though we have to unhook our water hose each night so it does not freeze. Elaine is changing from four layers of cloths to three layers. Dad

Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers in our family. We are so proud of you and miss you. Sunday we did our 120 mi R/T to the Cove for church. This was our second trip this week to the Cove. We have been hiking their trails and some of ours, over 10 miles this week. This is the "weeper" mission. There are so many stories that we have to learn and tell. John has told some of the stories dozens of time and still can't get thought them without emotion. Elaine and I have been called to be the" handcart wranglers" this summer. We will be in charge of getting the handcarts to the proper locations for the trekers. There are four locations within twenty miles. We use 3/4 ton trucks with long trailers. Sometimes we will have a trailer behind another trailer. After church we had a potluck dinner. So far there has not been a shortage of good food as these displaced mothers show off their cooking skills. E&E