Rather Impressive

The clouds in front of my house yesterday.

Nolan Posing at the Herret Center

Is this his modeling look?

Better late than never?

I've meant to do this for quite some time, and somehow neever started it

There were some very wonderful family memories shared at Grandpa's memorial service, and I wanted to let everyone know what a special person he was, so here goes. I'll post them separately as their own blog posts. Also, here is the program from the service. Dad (Elder Pat Windes) introduced and read the Psalm. (See the text below.) I love how Dad writes. So deliberate and full of meaning.

"There are many things that George Lemmon loved in life. He loved his family. Indeed, He lived his family! He loved his wife. He loved his children…every one. He loved meeting people. He loved people.

He loved a challenge. He loved a puzzle. He loved making people think. He loved thinking, working, learning, challenging. We were talking the other night about thinking outside the box and it occurred to us that that didn't apply to him, because for him there wasn't even a box to think outside of.

There were few paradigms that George was bound by, and those that he chose to be bound by he bound to himself purposely and purposefully, with intent, to make better the lives of those around him.

George continuously searched for knowledge and new ways. He as a visionary, a genius. I looked up the meaning of that word – genius - last night. The meaning fit him to a T. Genius refers to more than just originality and creativity and intelligence. I think of George as being all of those things. But he did things which were unique and unprecedented. Genius refers to him, George Lemmon, his body or work and all that he fit inside of that. It refers to his life…a singular achievement of surpassing excellence. And he did it all on a shoestring…purposefully.

Over the top? Nope, not for George.

George loved to read, and part of his reading included the Scriptures. He especially loved this one:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
Hhe leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul;'
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

To the very end, George was thinking and considering the next events in life…not wanting to worry about them, but to shape them. It is not trite to say that there will never be another George Lemmon. It was my surpassing privilege to have known him and to have been a small part of his life."