I just got a picture of me standing and waiting for a picture..... 
staring over his shoulder.....
and then walking away disappointed. Del says I need to be more assertive. I just stand there, nicely waiting my turn while other people push past me. Oh, well. That's what good manners will get you.
The Osmonds came to Malad, ID to dedicate the cabin their mother grew up in. It's a pretty tiny two room cabin, and it's now a museum to celebrate their mother's life. Sunday night we took our girls to the family history fireside they spoke at, and then Monday we attended the dedication. It was really fun!
The second generation Osmond brothers, Nathan, Scott and another guy, sang a medley of Osmond songs. Then each of the Osmond brothers spoke about their mother and then they sang an old song their mother had loved.
From left to right are Allen, Jay, Donny, Merrell and Jimmy. Virl and Tom (the two brothers who are deaf) spoke but didn't sing. We got all of the brothers' autographs except one who was sick (and I don't even know his name, so how famous can he be :)
Here I am with Marie. It's not a very good picture of either of us, but it will have to do. She didn't come because of the recent tragedy in her family (her son died). She donated this piano, which was her mother's, to the museum.
This old sewing machine was also their mother's, and the boys all carved their names in it when they were little. Rotten little boys, but I wonder how much more valuable that old Singer is because of its autographs!
I wouldn't say this tiny little museum is worth a trip, but if you're already going past Malad, it's kind of fun. Of course, Donny won't be there, though.
