This morning my four sons and I picked up some other Aaronic Priesthood holders and we set up chairs at the stake center before General Conference. We finished early and the guys wanted to play a quick game of football on the church lawn before going home to watch Conference on TV. They were short a guy and asked me to play. I told them I’m sick and can’t breath well, I have an injured knee, injured shoulder and an injured back, so they agreed to take it easy on me, besides it was just two hand touch football.

They first play of the game was a pass to me. I caught it and ran moderately because of my health. On the play, Tommy touched me with just one hand, not understanding it had to be two. A couple of plays later, the quarterback under threw the pass and I had to charge in hard to get it. Tommy, who is exactly my height now by the way, came running directly at me.

In other words, we were both running full speed directly at each other.

I guess Tommy wasn’t going to take any chances of a missed tackle this time because he hit me hard in the chest with both arms while I was catching the ball and he knocked me backwards so hard that I landed on my head. The last thing I remember was a voice saying, “Wow, that was a GREAT catch! That was a GREAT CATCH!” and another voice said, “He hit his head pretty hard.”

Apparently, although I have no recollection of this, I tried to get up and fell over, then tried again to get up and fell over again. I am told they walked me to a picnic table, where I sat a few minutes.

I guess they ended the game right there and Tommy drove Josh, Sam and I home … I don’t remember any of it. What I do remember is standing in the entry way of the house and the boys yelling out that I have been hurt. Nicky and the girls came running to the entry way.

I asked them, “Where are we?” and they said that we were home. That answer confused me because I’d never seen this place before. The next several minutes were spent with the kids trying to tell me this was our home and me wanting them to quit kidding around and tell me why we were here.

When someone said that we had moved to Utah, I was incredulous. “There was NO WAY I would ever move to Utah,” I told them, but they all were so convincing in insisting we’d moved to Utah, I was even more confused. Why would they play a prank on me like this when they know I’m not feeling well?

Then I saw tears well up in Nicky’s eyes. That convinced me that this was no prank.

Then I remembered: Caleb is in Indiana! I still didn’t know if I should believe that we were in Utah, but I reasoned out loud that if Caleb was in Indiana and not with us in Alaska, then I probably would move to Utah.

Nicky insisted we go to the hospital right away. I heard the music for general conference in the background, and I suggested that we watch conference and keep an eye on me, and bring me in after if we still feel I should go.

During one of the hymns, our phone rang. It was someone from our ward. He asked if I was okay and I told him that I am really confused, but I seem to be alright. Then he thanked me for teaching for him and said he’d drop by some stuff later.

When I got off the phone, I asked Nicky if I agreed to teach the Priests Quorum. I couldn’t remember doing so, but then I knew I had memory loss too. The thing is, I didn’t when I was supposed to teach them.

That is when Josh told me that after I hit my head, they sat me at a picnic table and I visited with this ward member, who is the Assistant Dean of the School of Engineering and Technology, Apparently I agreed to teach a BYU graduate class for him! [Laughing]

When the conference session ended, I called him and left a voicemail explaining that apparently I have memory loss and asked him to get back with me because my son says I talked with him and I don’t remember it. Instead, he dropped off a book, and a note telling me to do chapter 8 on Thursday!

I am not quite sure what to think of all this.

I think I remember everything now, however I was thrilled to walk into my bedroom and see I have a 6-string F bass, and a 4-string Victor Wooten Fodera Yin Yang bass. When I spotted them, I was just giddy. I thought Nicky just got them as a surprise for me, but no, they tell me I’ve had them awhile now and that we moved them down to Utah with us.

I think it is really interesting that I didn’t forget Caleb is in Indiana, and that I didn’t forget any of the kids or Nicky.

At any rate, I think I’m going to read chapter 8 and see if it is something I can teach, and if I can, then I’m going to give it a shot. I think it would be really cool to teach at BYU, don’t you?

We are still waiting on the photos from Tommy’s date, but below are the photos we have have so far of Tommy and Gemma’s homecoming dance night.

Wow, they are great looking kids, aren’t they? It’s hard to believe they are already 17 and 16 years old.

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PAMELIA J. FERGUS PITTMAN

Pamelia Pittman died September 14, 2006 in Milbridge, Maine. She suffered a stroke and died peacefully in her own room with her daughter Patricia in attendance. Pamelia will be missed and remembered for her beautiful, sincere smile, her loving, generous and gracious countenance and her intelligent outlook.

She was born in Lewistown, MT to Andrew and Hazel (Akeley) Fergus, June 2, 1914. She was a grand daughter of Montana Pioneer James Fergus. While she spent most of her growing up years attached to the family ranch at Armells, she attended most of her school through high school in Lewistown. After high school she continued studies in Seattle, WA, returning to attend the University of Montana, Missoula. There she pursued a degree in Library Science, leaving in 1936 to be joined in marriage with Tom L. Pittman, also of Lewistown. Their first home was close to the historic Kendall town site, where her husband was manager of the North Moccasin Mines Syndicate’s gold operation.

With the advent of World War II the family lived in Niehart, MT, Cooke City, MT, and Nevada. War’s end found them in Republic, WA. During their twelve years there, Pam joined with other volunteers to pioneer the establishment of the Republic City Library. She earned her private pilot license, and she also clocked a record number of ‘Sky Watch’ hours during the early phase of the Cold War, giving low-level support to the area’s Air Force radar station.

After moving to Juneau, AK in 1957 Pamelia worked as the children’s librarian at the Juneau Library, introducing many young people to the joys of reading and researching. She enjoyed Alaska life, and continued to participate in skiing, hiking, Girl Scouts and other volunteer work. She moved to Maine in 1998 to live near her daughter, Patricia (Mrs. Sune Noreen). Dictated by a moderate decline in health she moved to a Senior Residence at Milbridge, ME where she lived for the past 11 months.

Pamelia was pre-deceased by her husband, Tom L. Pittman, Sr. and is survived by son Tom L. Pittman, Jr. of Juneau, AK, daughters Pamelia Elizabeth Stennis of Whidbey Is., WA and Patricia Noreen of Jonesport, ME, sister Agnes Fergus Miedema, of Lewistown and brother Andrew J. Fergus, of Albany, OR, and 14 grand children and several great grand children.

According to her wishes her ashes will be spread over Pittman Ridge above Juneau, Alaska’s ski area.