Our Wild & Wooly Weekend

Well as promised here is an accounting of our weekend from kitchen fires to up and personal with Brigham City's finest law officers. Wendy gave me permission to use her blog as it was so eloquently written. She gladly accepted to be my guest writer today.
(I thought I could just copy & paste her blog entry to mine, but that was not that easy. The text will do that, but the pictures had to be saved to another file then added to the blog. What was suppose to be so simple turned into a hard project and an hour of aggravation. Only one correction needs to be noted. The Indian children were in school in Brigham City from the early 1950's to 1984). Thanks Wendy for being my guest writer!!!!

What happens in Brigham City....

We went to Brigham City this weekend. We spent the weekend with Dad and Kathy, Derek and Kelly and their kids Canyon and Evan. The weekend started out great and ended on a very interesting note. We got to Brigham City Friday evening and just hung out and talked. Saturday we got the cornhole game out and had a great time playing cornhole with everybody.

We had a good time and then had navajo tacos for dinner. That was an adventure in itself. While making the flat bread for the tacos Kelly got the plate with the paper towels on it a bit too close to the flame and before you know it it had caught on fire and Kelly's attempt to put it out with tongs didn't work and Kathy's attempt with a pot holder didn't work. Derek came in and grabbed the plate and put it in the sink which did work. Then there was a slight grease fire and except for the black smudge on the wall behind the stove there was no lasting signs from the not one but two fires that were started. Later that night we learned a new game called farkle - pretty fun - even better when you win (sorry Kathy).

Sunday started out with funnel cakes and talk about going to the check out the old Indian School buildings. Just a little history- I guess back in the 60's and 70's (if I am wrong let me know and I will edit this part) several thousand indian children were sent to Brigham City for the school year . The kids were ages 6- 18 and were housed in these buildings.
We decided to stop and take some pictures of the outside of the building.

Then we found an open door so we went in to explore. Here are some pics of the inside of the building.

The open door - the one that started all our problems that were soon to follow. But doesn't Evan look so cute!
Looking down the hallway.

Creepy doll that was shoved into the wall. The view from one of the windows.

Not too long after this picture was taken I realized that I had left my keys in our van that we had left unlocked so Carl went to go lock up the van and retrieve my keys. Kelly, Kathy and Evan had gone back outside and were waiting for us when - with lights flashing- two cop cars came around the corner and stopped. My phone rang and it was Kathy telling us we needed to get out of the building because the cops were there (I had a fleeting thought about jumping out of the window and making a run for it but decided that wasn't a very good thing to do in front of my boys probably wouldn't have been too nice to let them take the fall for me either) so when we came out the cops had taken Carls license and called in all his info (he does look a little like a thug:) and Kathy's (we all know she was the ringleader of our little gang) and then he proceeded to tell us that because they have a lot of trouble with people breaking into the buildings that protocol was to take everyone 18 and older directly to jail. Not a good thing to hear especially when you have 4 kids standing there and no one close by who could have come to get them while we were being hauled off to the slammer. Luckily he said that he knew we were just curious about the buildings he would let us go with the warning to never again go past the curbs and approach the building which we all readily agreed to. So here is a picture of all of us with the cop in our first trespassing bust. We all know though that it was these sweet little faces that kept our gang out of the slammer!! So I would have to say what happens in Brigham City should Stay in Brigham City!