The SECOND Best Mission

Dean Call Envelope Dean Mission CallDean served in the Thailand Bangkok mission of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints from July 1980 to July 1982.  I must say this mission is the second best mission in the church ;-)  We attended many mission reunions with Dean’s mission president, Clyde T. Lowe.  Even in his old age, when memory was beginning to fade, this mission president attended those reunions.  I believe it was the longest running mission reunion of its era until his death in 2008 at age 92-years.  At these reunions, we would eat Thai food and then just sit and let President Lowe ramble on about missions and life and give counsel.  He was a beloved man and mission president.  This is a picture of all the missionaries during Dean’s time, standing in front of the chapel in Bangkok.  Dean is standing in the second row from the back, fourth missionary from the right.

Thailand Missionaries

Below is an earlier picture taken of Dean’s MTC group of Elders during July/Aug 1980.  At the time, there was a photo center in the University Mall that took ‘old timey’ photos.  From left, back row: Greg Hansen, Greg Peterson, John Green, Dean Crandall, James Ockey and Sterling Larson.  From left, front row: Richard Burton, Bill Beneke, Darryl Bond and David Haberkorn.

Thai MTC Group

Me & Dean & James Stewart

Jimmy Stewart Program

I love old movies.  Even when Dean and I were married, almost 30-years-ago, Jimmy Stewart was considered an “older” actor.  He was still very famous and I had seen several of his old movies.  On February 1st, 1985, we sat with Jimmy Stewart and his wife to watch one of those movies.  OK… he was seated up front and we were near the back of the de Jong Concert Hall on BYU Campus.  But we were breathing the same air as he was!

This was on the same day that Dean gave me my engagement ring.  We had gotten engaged about one month before.  Dean surprised me by purchasing a pearl ring and hiding it in my apartment.  When I arrived home from class, my roommates were grinning with anticipation as I started looking for my ring with the “treasure hunt” notes that Dean had created.  What a romantic dude, but I was so self-conscious about it!  Now, with a ring on my finger, I guess we were officially going to get married :-)

Jimmy Stewart was being honored in Utah for his wonderful life.  The Brigham Young University, the City of Provo and the State of Utah had proclaimed “Jimmy Stewart” week from Jan. 28th to Feb. 1st, 1985.  Jimmy Stewart was a beloved actor who also had a distinguished military career.  Miraculously, he had chosen to give his memoirs to BYU and Dean and I had tickets to the event!  After a brief introduction and then comments from Mr. Stewart, we found that we were going to watch his favorite of his movies… “It’s a Wonderful Life.”  The lights dimmed and we watched it on 35mm film… what a fabulous experience!  Now, even after almost 30-years, we still keep our tradition of watching It’s a Wonderful Life every Christmas Eve… preferably the black & white version.


Finding Deano

Can you spot Dean in the group pictures below?

Dean 1stGradeFirst Grade: 1967-68… Dean is at left in the third row from top!


Dean 4thGradeFourth Grade: 1970-71… Dean is second from right on top row!


Dean 6thGradeSixth Grade: 1972-73… Dean is at center in top row!


HolidayInn TeamLittle League/ Minors… Dean is in back with bullet-proof glasses ;-)


Teleprompter TeamLittle League/ Majors… Dean is in back with hipster glasses!


Dean Mish KidsThailand Bangkok Mission: 1980-82… Can you find Dean?!

Yes… Thirty Times!

Thirty years ago today… at noon… a man named Dean asked me to change my name.  Because I was scared, and even though I knew what he was really asking, I said “Change my name to what?”  This forced him to spell it out.  He said “Lorrie, I’m asking you to marry me!”  How did we suddenly get to this point?!

Dean and I had been dating and hanging out and basically spending almost every day together for 3 months, but I hadn’t seriously thought of marriage and had only recently (the week before) realized that I “loved” this dude.  Yes, I enjoyed kissing him… a lot.  And, it was flattering to have someone want to hold my hand and put his arm around me, but marriage means making babies together and, basically, spending the rest of eternity together!  In that one moment, I realized the direction we had been heading and it scared me.  Was I really someone he could love forever?

Besides, I was making other plans.  I was planning to change my major to Chinese.  I was making plans to go to China to teach English.  I guess I thought we would write and continue our friendship, etc.  I just didn’t have marriage on my immediate horizon.  Before he popped the question, I had been talking and laughing and telling lots of stories; he was uncharacteristically quiet or serious and I had a strange premonition about what was about to happen.  After he popped the question, our roles reversed.  I suddenly clammed up and he did all the talking.  I don’t really know what he said with the exception of one thing, he said I didn’t have to answer right away.  We returned to my house, said good-bye to my parents and left to drive back to Provo.  He listened to the radio as he drove.  I just sat and thought about the possibility of marriage and what it would mean for my life.

Dean dropped me off at my apartment in Provo and reminded me that he would see me later that night for another event.  I already had the car door open, but I said “OK” and then headed straight to my apartment.  I walked in the front door and noticed no one else was home.  I walked straight to my bed and knelt down and said, “Heavenly Father: Dean has asked me to marry him and I’m going to say yes… is that OK?”  I had a sudden warm feeling in my heart that that was exactly what I should do.  It is strange to think about it now, because all of my eternity hinged on that warm feeling.

Later, when Dean picked me up, I said “Do you remember that question you asked me today?”  Of course he did!  I said, “The answer is yes, but we can’t tell anybody yet… we need to wait a couple of weeks.”  I still needed time to think and get used to the idea, and I wanted to have the opportunity to back out if needed.  I can’t imagine how hurtful that was for him, except that he was probably scared as well.  Every New Year’s Day for thirty years, Dean has made it a point to ask me if I would say yes again.  I confess that some years I’ve made him wait while I ponder the eternities and what I’ve gotten myself into.  However other years, such as today, the answer is an immediate and resounding YES!


Hosanna to God and the Lamb!

Nauvoo02At this Thanksgiving time, I am grateful for temples.  Today I decided to forego the typical “black” Friday experience for a more peaceful “white” Friday in the Mt. Timpanogos Temple!

For members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, temples are sacred places where important ordinances and eternal covenants are made.  My own ancestors sacrificed to build temples in Kirtland, Ohio… then Nauvoo, Illinois… and finally Salt Lake City, Utah.  Today there are more than 100 temples covering the earth.

One of the most glorious experiences I’ve had is to participate in the dedication of a temple.  In 2002, the LDS Church did something new.  They broadcast the re-dedication of the Nauvoo temple to church buildings across the United States.  I obtained one of these tickets and watched the dedication in my local church building.  That was my first time to give the Hosanna Shout.  Dean happened to be traveling in Texas and watched the dedication from a church building there.

Since that time I’ve seen other temples dedicated as well including temples in: Draper, Oquirrh Mountain, Brigham City and Ogden.  Usually held on a Sunday and instead of our typical meetings.  Each time going to our local church building with my husband and daughters.







Below are some even older cards from many years ago when I was a young woman performing “Baptisms for the Dead” in the Manti Temple :)


“Pride of the Wasatch”

Cougar Band

During the early 80’s we were known as the ‘Incomparable Cougar Marching Band’ and I think I like that better!  Here’s a fabulous picture taken of the Cougar Band and Cougarettes in 1981.  I recognize the formation as one of the shows we learned that year.  It is memorialized in my mind because the trumpeters had to kneel across the front.  It was that very show that forced me to  push my knee to its limits.  I mentioned this in an earlier post.  I think that is me kneeling right on the 35-yard line on the left side.

Every time the band traveled to a bowl game, they would take pictures of each band member and send an article to their home town newspapers.  Fortunately, we went to a bowl game every year I was in the band!  Here are my news articles:

FRESHMAN – Holiday Bowl, 1980                    SOPHOMORE – Holiday Bowl, 1981

Right after fall semester 1982, I left for my mission to Hong Kong.  I returned 18-months later, right before fall semester 1984.  Thus, I was considered a “junior” for both of those semesters.

JUNIOR – Holiday Bowl, 1982                           JUNIOR – Holiday Bowl, 1984

USS Kitty Hawk

Here’s a great picture of us when we got to tour the USS Kitty Hawk in 1984.  Not only did we get to go to the Holiday Bowl (California), but other trips as well to nearby states for regular season games.  We typically traveled once per year and then again if the football team was invited to a bowl game.  These were long/ fun bus rides that included pit stops to see local attractions.  We visited Disneyland several times!  I can also remember visiting Hoover Dam and Mesa Verde.  My favorite trip involved a visit to a reservation in Nevada where we put on our own parade.  We marched four across through a narrow rock ravine… the band extended back for about 50 rows!  The people on the reservation stood at the top of the ravines to watch.  It was so much fun to see their faces and hear the sounds of our playing echoing so loudly on the rock walls!  My senior year, the entire band was flown across the country to Florida; the year our football team won the national championship :-)

SENIOR – Citrus Bowl, 1985

Band -Karen*This is my sister, Karen, who joined the band for a couple of years.  My other sister, Shellie, was also in the band.  I am wearing an “alumni” shirt in this picture and had the opportunity to play with the band at a homecoming event.

Baby Amelia

Baby AmeliaThis is Amelia!  She is my fourth daughter and last child.  My husband jinxed himself when our first girl was born and he said, “I wouldn’t care if we had ALL daughters!”  Well, that is what happened and now he claims he is estrogen challenged :-)  Amelia was a great addition to a family of sisters and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

What a blessed family we are!  Raising four girls has been a glorious experience for me.  If I could wish for one thing for my daughters, it would be that they could experience all the joys of motherhood that I have had.  There is nothing more satisfying and fulfilling than being a mommy.  Unless… it is being a grand-mommy!

Here are Amelia’s first few years, as documented by Sears…


Amelia -3moSIX MONTHS (with Sarah)

Amelia -6mo+Sarah-2yrNINE MONTHS

Amelia -9moTWELVE MONTHS (with sisters)

Amelia -12mo+SistersTHREE YEARS

Amelia -3yrFOUR YEARS

Amelia -4yr1

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