Behind the kitchen was the bathroom and we had to finagle a shower in the tub. We put up the shower panels and that is where I did my famous caulking job. Ever since that experience, almost 30 years ago, I have been banned from a caulk gun.
As newlyweds you have a different set of filters going into your first home. Now, having been married for a time, the wretchedness of this crummy place was too much. It was time to move.
It also had a handful of characters. One in particular was John Breaux. This was the ear of positive mental attitude and how to win friends and influence people. John was a missionary for the gospel of PMA. He was an exact opposite of me, gregarious, loud, over bearing, and the center of attention wherever he went.
Andrew was born and blessed in this ward and it was our last BYU ward that we attended as members. I remember worrying about leaving a ward where we both felt so comfortable and going to North Carolina where we knew nobody and had our doubts that we would ever find a ward to match Bishop Harrison’s.
As you will see as I keep writing about my different bishops is that a bishop really does set the tone of the ward. Sure, members make the ward happen, but the unity and community of the ward, or lack thereof, is typically a direct result of the bishop.
Bishop and Sister Harrison were perfect leaders for a ward filled with couples on the threshold of the adventure of life. Since moving back to Utah, we have seen Bishop Harrison on several occasions. Again, this is a relationship that we continue to treasure after almost 30 years.