My father and I went to Utah this past weekend to tour the new LDS temple in Brigham City before its dedication, after which non-Mormons (us) aren't allowed in. Neither of us would ordinarily jump on a plane to visit a building, but Brigham was my late grandparents' hometown and my father still owns some pastures there and wanted to touch base with the tenant. Also, Layne lives there and I wanted to meet her family, admire her goats, and talk for a few hours about religion, politics, child-rearing, Nie Nie, Disneyland, favorite cheeses, Zappos, bicycle helmets, this clever blog, 660 Curries, basement houses, how teenaged girls should dress, and more.
What is a basement house?
|I had never seen such a thing.|
|Nubians always make me feel disloyal to the Oberhasli.|
|Owen and friend in Jain temple|
What we were seeing was the most sacred of spaces for a Mormon. As a child, I often accompanied my grandmother to church on Sundays, but the church felt more like a meetinghouse than a sanctuary for spiritual searching. The temple felt like a sanctuary. Inside, it is hushed, pale and pristine, lit with crystal chandeliers and, in some rooms, flooded with sunlight. It feels safe and restful, but also like a place where you want to be on your best behavior. The walls are hung with paintings featuring American landscapes and there are peach blossom motifs incorporated throughout, as Brigham is famous for its peaches. There are peach blossoms carved in the lintels and stitched into the carpets, and, best of all, there are peach trees planted around the perimeter of the building. The temple was altogether lovely and worth the trip.
The rest of the weekend, my father and I visited places we remember well but which didn't seem to remember us at all.
|My father's childhood home: "What did you say your name was? Nope, doesn't ring a bell."|
|The old hayfield: "Can't you see I've moved on to bigger things?"|
|Great grandparents' house: "Those were good times and amazing pie, but you need to move on."|
|The ranch: "It's you! At last."|
We did eat some delicious food. Every trip to Utah entails a meal at Maddox, a steakhouse that has negatively impacted the health of several generations of Reeses.
|There is so much wrong on this plate.|