We spent time at the Hatfield Science Museum in Newport. It was definitely worth the visit. We had a great time with Steve and Amy and the new locations and adventures. We are all looking forward to the next trip.
We spent the weekend at Yachats with Steve, Amy and their three kids. This is us after we were attacked by waves getting down from a big rock at Smelt Sands. We spent hours looking for agates. This beach yielded the best results.
Mason turned 14 a few days ago. Today I ordained him a Teacher in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I remember when my dad ordained me at 14. I’ve put on a lot of miles since then. The older I get the more I just want to spend time with my family. I have a lot of flaws, but I’ve always tried to be a good example to my kids of doing the right thing and helping people, just like my dad did for me. I go to Church every week because I know that is what God wants me to do. He created the hills behind us, the trees, clouds and birds. He created us in His image. We are His children, and He has a plan for each of us.
Paul Rolland Smith passed away at home unexpectedly on March 9, 2017. He is survived by his wife Debbie of almost 45 years, daughter’s Angie Toland (Scott) of Livermore, Stacey Taimani of Martinez, Sarah Smith of Martinez and son Aaron (Rachel) of Pittsburg. He is also survived by seven grandchildren: Kiulani Taimani, Austin, Ian and Connor Toland, and Kianna, Alyssa and Nalia Smith. His mother and father in law Tom and Carol Rogers of Rossmoor and his five siblings: Dave, Rod, Ben, Sue Craig and Julie Asregadoo. He is pre-deceased by his parents Marilynn Jacobs Smith and Robert Smith.
Paul was born on September 30, 1949 in Oakland, California to Marilynn Jacobs Smith and Robert Smith as the second of six children, and was raised in Pleasant Hill, California. From the time he was little, he loved to play practical jokes and this would be a theme that would carry through the rest of his life. Whether it was hiding from his wife at night while she turned out lights in the house to scare her, or getting his employees to do promotional videos for non-existent products (unbeknownst to them), no one was safe.
Paul graduated from College Park high school in 1967, and served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Eastern States (NY, NJ and CT) from 1969-1971. He met the love of his life the day he came home, shopping at the mall in Concord for new clothes. He always swore she chased him around and that she was the one who proposed to him, but we all knew better. Paul and Debbie were married in the Oakland LDS Temple on October 21, 1972.
He was a general contractor for 36 years, owning his own business. He also worked at Diablo Valley College from 1999-2014. In retirement, he got his dog Maddie, which he always referred to as the “gold standard” of dogs. Last year he went through the process of having her certified as a therapy & hospice dog and together they did volunteer work through Tony LaRussa’s ARF Foundation in Walnut Creek, which was inspired by his grandson Ian Toland. He was an avid reader who loved history, was interested in genealogy and researching stories of his ancestors. He took pride in and spent a lot of time landscaping his yards and woodworking.
He was fiercely dedicated to his family and lived for his grandchildren. He never missed a game, school talent show, or church event, and was always so proud to see them excel and watch them grow up and develop their own interests which he encouraged and supported. They were his pride and joy and he had a special relationship with each one of them. He even learned how to text so he could communicate with them as they became teenagers.
He will forever be remembered for being loyal to his family, extremely hard working, quietly giving service to anyone who needed it, and could always be counted on to make you laugh as his quick wit and sense of humor was legendary.
Memorial services will be held on Saturday, March 18, 2017 at 11:00 am at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints located at 555 Boyd Rd. in Pleasant Hill. Private burial at Oakmont Memorial Park, Lafayette, CA.
I drove to Medford on Wednesday for a training meeting. The ABS light came on two weeks ago, and I wasn’t able to determine what was happening. The Explorer made a horrible noise on the way home, but I couldn’t see any broken parts. I limped home, then went to Tire Pros to have it checked. Rick called me later in the day and asked us to come look at the damage. The bearings were completely missing.
Rick said there was no way I should have made it to Medford and back in that condition. He was convinced the wheel should have fallen off and killed me on I-5. Jaxon prayed that morning that I would be safe going to work. I had the thought to kiss DeLana in case I died. For some reason I am here to fight another day.
Harbor Freight just opened in Roseburg, so Mason, Jaxon and I got some glow-in-the-dark rope for our hammocks. We continued our quest to explore new waterfalls, hiking just under a mile to Susan Creek Falls. This is just passed Tioga bridge, which is one of our favorite spots. We set up our hammocks close to the waterfall. We wished he had a fire and some hot dogs, but it was fun to relax and listen to the water. Hammocks were our Christmas experience, and everyone seemed to like it. We will be adding more pictures and the year progresses and we explore other areas.