Now the low: Same evening. I attended my first (and last) Daughters of the Utah Pioneers meeting. There were four women besides me. The captain sort of officiated and brought brownies. One of them read a three-page, single-spaced, history of her grandfather. And one of them gave the lesson....on purses. It actually might have been interesting if she hadn't read an entire pamphlet to us. After about six pages, my eyes glazed over and I had to really concentrate to keep from falling off my chair. I am not nearly infirm enough for this group yet.
Saw this bike in the hall the other day. So I started watching the biking sisters, who are Islanders. When they ride, they take the flowers out of their hair so they can put their helmets on. When they get where they're going, they wipe the sweat off their brows and put flowers back in their hair. The bikes they ride are loaners from the Elders, so they make quite a picture in their skirts on men's bikes. They're tough.
Sisters Angimarau and Agavale
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