This is the young and virile Leland Gibson Lay Jr. Please post the story of our brave hero. We accept fiction, biography, fantasy, or humor. I look forward to reviewing your submissions.
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Once upon a time there was a brave man who had four daughters. One was much older then the others. So that daughter stayed home. Every year Leland would take his little girls to MT. Lasson. They always had fun. The three girls always looked forward to the trip. On there way up the mountian there dad would put a can of spagetti "o" on the engine. Also known as engine food. We only stayed a couple days at a time. We hicked up mountians and saw hot springs. Then we would go back home and it was back to normal. Ramen for dinner and koolaid.
Once upon a time, before the grand invention of cell phones, there was a super hero unlike other super heros. His special talent was being super good at getting lost. He did a super good job of it, he made all the local papers on how lost he got with several boys in tow. Good thing for all the survival training and resourcefullness even though all made it home hungry thirsty and tired once rescued.
Once Upon a Time. . . there was a quiet father of 7 because he had a rambunxious outspoken wife of 7. He was a peaceful quiet man with a wonderful musical talent on the organ and piano. He sang silly songs for FHE with the family while strumming is wooden acoustic guitar. That was Fun foor all of them. He spent countles hours writing his "Symphony" on papers. And Wishing he had more Patience to handle the rumbling bundles of joy he delivered oh so many years ago. He loved them dearly, drove them everywhere, took them on trips and to the movies, cooked faithfully, paid all the bills, took us swimming all summer long, took us camping, took the girls to girls camp, taught us how to "stoke" a fire, carried us into the house when we fell asleep in the car, saved his father from a terrible home, Supported us in Pageants, Ball games, Running and Sports of all kinds, Gave us MRE's, gave us a taste of rabbit and goat(EEWW), let us sip wine to we knew what we were missing out on and that it wasn't great, gave us a tap on our bottoms when we misbehaved so we would do the right thing the next time, taught us to pinch pennies and be thrifty, played music for our children, sang and watched TV with us, taught us to drive by letting us know we scared him when he grabbed the door at each scary turn, He read teh scriptures to us, took us to church, supported us in our own decisions so we would learn from our mistakes, cultivated some strange things in the fridge that later the hungry dogs wouldn't even touch, He carried us on his shoulders, read many books, Made Grass and trees flourish in the Hot Nevada desert so his home would be beautiful, and has become stronger than he has ever been. We are so proud of him and he turned out to be The Best Dad we all ever needed!!! We are grateful we had him and he had us.
Long ago, in the far away mountains of Provo, Utah, there was a place. This place was the beginning. It was the place where two misfits finally learned that they belonged--to each other.
To those who looked on, they scarecely seemed to fit. But they were bound by music and matched for intellect. Their polar personalities as modeled in their daily living were the perfect combination for their children to watch and learn from.
Our quiet hero taught us that patience and silence makes words and wrath more valuable. When he spoke, his children listened. When he was upset, it was no whim.
Piggy backs and outings, a twinkle of the eye and the twitch of the moustache, culinary concotions--these were expressions of love and fondness that he generously gave to that intimate circle who, alone, knew his secret identity.
Now you guys make me feel cheesy with my silly sense of humor. I was banned to tell the funniest story ever of my mom by my mom. I will tell you later. But there is no story funnier than your mom calling a 900 phone sex number on my phone by accident while trying to call her bank during a chirstmas visit years ago and me trying to figure out a month later who was calling 900 numbers over Christmas. The only way I figured it out was I finally remembered her swearing at the phone and she said she kept getting someone talking naughty to her when she tried to call about her bank balance. And that story is true. I think I even forgot to tell her.You wouldn't believe the grief I went through trying to figure who had done it and how hard I laughed when I realized who the guilty person was.
By the way, nobody has called Lee Joe but your mom. He still has one good ear.
Kim,
Your story was a great chapter in the Super Leland trilogy. It's the chapter where we see that he is somewhat like The Greatest American Hero. We love you all.
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