She has always been funny. Now retired in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina (What a change from Provo, Utah!), Elouise adds a hint of nostalgia. As always, she captures in a few words the essence of a situation—such as what it has been like being a woman then and now.
In a day when LDS chapels are built from standardized blueprints, when satellite dishes bring play-by-play BYU sports events to every participating congregation, and when the Church News reports the tightening of security surrounding historical documents under the headline, "Archives Now More Accessible," Calvin Grondahl brings all the irony of contemporary Mormonism into sharp focus.
"I've been mobbed for a recipe after more than one pot luck," Sister Christensen admits in her preface. It "makes me sad to think there are brethren and sisters who have not discovered the joy of diced Spam casserole." Out of duty to the betterment of ward dinners everywhere, she was persuaded to go into print. "So, sisters," she concludes, "get out your aprons and let's get cooking."
The author remembers the guilty pleasure he felt when first reading this journal entry: "Sharpened ax this morning. Wife died this afternoon." A sad moment, but amusing in the unintended irony that rivals the best remembered J. Golden Kimball tales. Sometimes the humor is less subtle, such as when a forgetful Danish bishop finally said at a wedding, "I now pronounce you fadder und modder."
Homemaking never went this far.
Welcome to the surreal world of best selling crtoonist Cal Grondahl. Through his R. Crumm-like visions, he introduces us to the state's "Anti-Pleasure Patrol" and its motto, "To Protect You From Yourself"; through hyperopic images we witness latter-day gulls attacking hordes of Utah deer hunters; we visit "Park City, Colorado," which boasts the least cultural ties to the Beehive State; we see the first structure built in the Salt...