On Tuesday, 21 July, Donald and I drove to Lehi, Utah and used it as a “base” to do a little tourism. The next day we visited the Temple Square visitor center. I took him up to see the copy of the Christus Statue whose original is in the Church of Our Lady in Copenhagen, Denmark. This is a special place to me because this is where I proposed to Deborah who promptly said, “Maybe.” Being an artist, Donald was impressed with the surroundings.
Donald and I then went across the grassy “plaza” to the Tabernacle where at luck would have it, we were in time for an organ recital. Donald really enjoyed that. He had been to Temple Square before but had no opportunity to see or go inside.
We then went to the Family Search facility where with a little help from a friendly volunteer managed to find Donald’s father in some old census records.
Donald used to work as window trimmer supervisor for various department stores throughout his life. His store would often come in second place to ZCMI department store in Salt Lake City, so he wanted to see who was winning the awards. During the past century, the LDS Church divested itself from ownership and sold the pioneer era building to Macy’s. The old building was demolished but the old front façade was preserved into the new building.
It was late by then so we returned to Lehi and prepared for our adventure on the next day.
The next morning, Thursday, we drove to BYU because Donald really wanted to see where I went to college. After arriving, we walked from the parking lot to what you would call the “student union building”. While there, I bought us each a “famous” BYU Brownie. When I sent my daughters back in Lakewood the photo below, they replied I better bring them some or don’t bother to come home.
Donald and I really enjoyed them. When finished, we walked over part of the campus and I pointed out some of the landmarks. I took him to the Karl G. Maeser Memorial Building, the oldest building on the BYU campus which currently houses the honors program.
The campus is built on the shelf/plateau left behind by the receding waters of Lake Utah and consequently overlooks Utah Valley.
After Deborah gave me her “maybe” at my proposal of marriage, we drove to BYU and she took me to her favorite place which is/was on the side of the plateau not far from the Maeser Building. I tried to take Donald there to show him, but too much time had passed and the place was no longer in existence. At the time it was a small bench underneath a small arched trellis along a tree and plant lined path which ran from the bottom of the plateau upwards to the top coming out just before the university president’s house. While sitting together there, she changed her “maybe” to “YES”.
It was a HOT day and Donald and I were running out of walking power so we returned to the air conditioned car and left the campus. He really wanted to go see where the church’s Christmas programs were broadcast from so we returned to Salt Lake City.
The Tabernacle was too small to hold the crowds of people who wanted to attend the semi-annual church conferences, so the church built a new and huge Conference Center across the street to the north of Temple Square. Upon our arrival, we parked in an underground parking garage directly under the “center of town” and then went to the Conference Center.
We took the 30-minute tour and, as luck would have it, discovered that every Thursday night at 7:30pm, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir held a rehearsal in the building. We attended. Donald was mesmerized and I learned a lot about how much practice and effort goes into a professional choir performance.
Once again Donald was thrilled. I was also enjoying this trip because Donald was excited with just about everything we did and his enthusiasm was infectious. At this point we were done being tourists and were ready to return to Lehi for a good night’s rest before returning to Denver in the morning. However, one more real and unexpected adventure lay before us.
(The following is the story all of the previous stuff was leading up to.)
As I said earlier, we had parked in an underground parking garage. When we came up from the garage, the elevator doors opened directly into what had been the old Hotel Utah. Naturally, we did not pay attention to where it was. Consequently, we had to ask directions on how to get back into the parking garage where we were parked on level 2. A local volunteer gave us good directions but unknowingly to the wrong garage. When Donald and I got out of the elevator, we were on Level 1 and we could not find any other elevator or stairs to level 2. Eventually, a middle aged man came by and I told him we were lost and if he knew where level 2 was. He invited us to ride in his car as he drove around all of level 1 to make sure I was not confused as to which level on which I had parked.
Not having any success, we then went to level 2 followed by levels 3, 4, and 5. At that point the gentleman thought he would have to drop us off at security. Suddenly, he asked if I had a parking permit. I said I did and pulled it out of my pocket. (It was the kind of small business card size permit you usually get at any paid parking complex.) He was a bit mystified and then pulled out his permit which was much bigger, plastic, and a hang-on-the-rearview-mirror type. That is when he recognize that we, in fact, Donald and I were in the wrong garage. At that point we left the underground complex, drove around the block and entered the complex again and following my entry route arrived at my car on level 2 moments later.
We thanked him for his kindness, courtesy, and assistance and learned that his name was Phillip. Judging from another Phillip I know, I guess kindness and courtesy automatically come with the name.
© 3 August 2015
PS: Maybe if we each contribute $20 to Gillian and Betsy, perhaps they will let us have a party at their house while they are Away From Home.
When united with my mother and stepfather two years later in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California, graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966. After three tours of duty with the Air Force, I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11 terrorist attack.
I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010. I find writing these memories to be therapeutic.
My story blog is TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com
We then went to the Family Search facility where with a little help from a friendly volunteer managed to find Donald’s father in some old census records.
Donald used to work as window trimmer supervisor for various department stores throughout his life. His store would often come in second place to ZCMI department store in Salt Lake City, so he wanted to see who was winning the awards. During the past century, the LDS Church divested itself from ownership and sold the pioneer era building to Macy’s. The old building was demolished but the old front façade was preserved into the new building.
It was late by then so we returned to Lehi and prepared for our adventure on the next day.
The next morning, Thursday, we drove to BYU because Donald really wanted to see where I went to college. After arriving, we walked from the parking lot to what you would call the “student union building”. While there, I bought us each a “famous” BYU Brownie. When I sent my daughters back in Lakewood the photo below, they replied I better bring them some or don’t bother to come home.
Donald and I really enjoyed them. When finished, we walked over part of the campus and I pointed out some of the landmarks. I took him to the Karl G. Maeser Memorial Building, the oldest building on the BYU campus which currently houses the honors program.
The campus is built on the shelf/plateau left behind by the receding waters of Lake Utah and consequently overlooks Utah Valley.
After Deborah gave me her “maybe” at my proposal of marriage, we drove to BYU and she took me to her favorite place which is/was on the side of the plateau not far from the Maeser Building. I tried to take Donald there to show him, but too much time had passed and the place was no longer in existence. At the time it was a small bench underneath a small arched trellis along a tree and plant lined path which ran from the bottom of the plateau upwards to the top coming out just before the university president’s house. While sitting together there, she changed her “maybe” to “YES”.
It was a HOT day and Donald and I were running out of walking power so we returned to the air conditioned car and left the campus. He really wanted to go see where the church’s Christmas programs were broadcast from so we returned to Salt Lake City.
The Tabernacle was too small to hold the crowds of people who wanted to attend the semi-annual church conferences, so the church built a new and huge Conference Center across the street to the north of Temple Square. Upon our arrival, we parked in an underground parking garage directly under the “center of town” and then went to the Conference Center.
We took the 30-minute tour and, as luck would have it, discovered that every Thursday night at 7:30pm, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir held a rehearsal in the building. We attended. Donald was mesmerized and I learned a lot about how much practice and effort goes into a professional choir performance.
Once again Donald was thrilled. I was also enjoying this trip because Donald was excited with just about everything we did and his enthusiasm was infectious. At this point we were done being tourists and were ready to return to Lehi for a good night’s rest before returning to Denver in the morning. However, one more real and unexpected adventure lay before us.
(The following is the story all of the previous stuff was leading up to.)
As I said earlier, we had parked in an underground parking garage. When we came up from the garage, the elevator doors opened directly into what had been the old Hotel Utah. Naturally, we did not pay attention to where it was. Consequently, we had to ask directions on how to get back into the parking garage where we were parked on level 2. A local volunteer gave us good directions but unknowingly to the wrong garage. When Donald and I got out of the elevator, we were on Level 1 and we could not find any other elevator or stairs to level 2. Eventually, a middle aged man came by and I told him we were lost and if he knew where level 2 was. He invited us to ride in his car as he drove around all of level 1 to make sure I was not confused as to which level on which I had parked.
Not having any success, we then went to level 2 followed by levels 3, 4, and 5. At that point the gentleman thought he would have to drop us off at security. Suddenly, he asked if I had a parking permit. I said I did and pulled it out of my pocket. (It was the kind of small business card size permit you usually get at any paid parking complex.) He was a bit mystified and then pulled out his permit which was much bigger, plastic, and a hang-on-the-rearview-mirror type. That is when he recognize that we, in fact, Donald and I were in the wrong garage. At that point we left the underground complex, drove around the block and entered the complex again and following my entry route arrived at my car on level 2 moments later.
We thanked him for his kindness, courtesy, and assistance and learned that his name was Phillip. Judging from another Phillip I know, I guess kindness and courtesy automatically come with the name.
© 3 August 2015
PS: Maybe if we each contribute $20 to Gillian and Betsy, perhaps they will let us have a party at their house while they are Away From Home.
About the Author
I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale and then in Redondo Beach. Just prior to turning 8 years old in 1956, I began living with my grandparents on their farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents divorced.
When united with my mother and stepfather two years later in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California, graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966. After three tours of duty with the Air Force, I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11 terrorist attack.
I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010. I find writing these memories to be therapeutic.
My story blog is TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com
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