During April 2017 I will be blogging about my Courtship Memories from A to Z . These challenge posts will also be found at Creation and Compassion http://marcyhowes.blogspot.com/

Friday, April 28, 2017

A to Z Challenge: XANGO and RSL

Kyle Beckerman in XANGO RSL Jersey

In November 2006 management of RSL Soccer team signed an agreement with XANGO, a diet supplement maker, to put the company name on the front of the soccer team's jerseys.  Thus began the more than five-year span of time when XANGO became a part of our courtship.   Yes, we married way back in 1983, many years before either XANGO or RSL Soccer were even dreamed of, but DH and I do manage to continue courting from time to time, even though we are now an old married couple with grandchildren.  For ?? years we were the proud owners of four front row season tickets for RSL Soccer home games.  I admit that I did not attend every game with my DH, but I did attend my fair share, along with our children and various other friends and relatives who have been invited along from time to time.  

Through the years we have also enjoyed season tickets to the NJ Symphony Orchestra, and have spent other evenings together attending concerts and museums and movies and dinners out.   Maybe one of our favorite activities together are quiet evenings at home with good books. 

How do you and your spouse continue your courtship?

 
Alvara Sabario and Chris Wingert celebrating win against Portland Timbers

Thursday, April 27, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Wedding Day


On Thursday, August 11, 1983, two years and three months after we first met, DH and I were married.   The morning started rather early as we each had to about 40 miles to the LDS Temple where our marriage was performed.    DH had spent the night in our new apartment in our college town and I spent the night with my family in my hometown.  It was the first time in several years that my entire family was together, so it was a very special occasion.   The ceremony was scheduled to begin at 10:40 am, and we arrived early so many helping hands could assist with the primping and arranging of my dress (created by my professional seamstress cousin).


 As bride and groom, we were then allowed some quiet moments together in the celestial room (pictured above)  while waiting for our family and friends to gather in one of the 12 sealing rooms where the marriage was to take place.  Summer is a very popular time for weddings at the temple, and  I'm sure there were many more marriages performed there that day.  Once DH And I were brought into the room, the officiator took a few minutes to share some words of counsel and advice:  remember to talk together and pray together every day, to avoid arguments and silences, and to return to the temple often.   We then were invited to kneel together at the altar holding hands, and within a few minutes, we were pronounced husband and wife for time and for all eternity.

There was plenty of time for us to gather outside the temple to visit with our loved ones and to pose for photos such as the one below.  This famous olive tree was over one hundred years old, and was a very popular photo spot.  Unfortunately, the tree is no longer there:


DH's parents hosted a very lovely wedding luncheon afterward at their nearby home, prepared by my new sisters-in-law.  After a few hours of rest, we all headed back to my hometown for a wedding reception at our local church.  


My best friend and roommate and DH's sisters were the lovely bridesmaids.

 And our parents were proud, of course.


 The maid of honor and the best man

Of course, we were happy!

Flowers and rings


All of my nieces and nephews in their matching dresses and shirts.  A very belated Thank You!  to all who helped with the sewing!!

The traditional garter . . . only worn at weddings anymore.

Cutting the cake baked by my wonderful Uncle

After cleaning up the beautifully decorated gully, we were on our way for our first night together as husband and wife!




Wednesday, April 26, 2017

A to Z Challenge: VHS



The first time I remember hearing about VHS   (Video Home System) tapes while I was in Colombia in 1982.  I remember the young people that we missionaries worked with debating the pros and cons of VHS vs Betamax . . . and I was pretty clueless about either one.  Of course, as missionaries, we did not have time in our schedules for watching movies or television.  The closest we ever came to watching a movie was when we would gather a family or group of people together to watch a filmstrip about Jesus Christ or another gospel topic, the soundtrack being provided by a cassette tape player.

After I returned home in 1983, I soon learned about the wonders of VHS.  A popular weekend activity at that time was to rent a VHS player and a movie or two for a day for about $25 or so.  DH and I and a group of friends would gather together in someone's apartment for a fun evening of watching movies.   The guys would rent the VHS player and the movies and would usually fix dinner too . . . hamburgers or pizza or something simple, and we would enjoy an evening of James Bond and/or Trinity.  You could probably tell that the guys chose the movies too . . . but that's ok, it made for a fun group date, and was less expensive than going to the movie theater and out to eat when everyone chipped in together.

It wasn't too long after we married that we bought our own VCR and started collecting our own VHS tapes.   We currently have two working VCR players and a nice large collection of movies, but oddly enough, I don't think we actually own any James Bond or Trinity movies.

What are your memories of VHS?  or Betamax?  James Bond?  or Trinity?





Tuesday, April 25, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Uinta Mountains



Both DH and I grew up hiking and fishing and camping in the Uinta Mountains near our homes long before the summer we met.  Scout camps and Young Women's camps were usually held somewhere in this mountain range, and we both attending such camps almost every summer of our teenage years.  So, of course, our courtship had to include hiking, camping, and picnicking in the Unitas.

I believe that it was the summer that I spent in Colombia when my extended family first began the tradition of a family reunion campout in the Uintas.   I was not there, but DH may have attended?  I don't even remember.   However, when I returned in 1983 and we became engaged to be married, we were both able to attend the family campout.  With the myriad of parents, siblings with their spouses and children, and many other aunts and uncles and cousins, we were very well chaperoned.



Because we moved out of state shortly before the family campout the next summer, we were not able to attend the reunion together again in the Uintas.  By the time we moved back to the state, the family had abandoned sleeping in tents and trailers in favor of a huge family get together renting a large lodge complete with beds and a modern kitchen located near Mount Timpanogos.   My immediate extended family did camp out in the Uintas another time or two, and we and our children joined them, even when I was fairly pregnant with DD4 in 1995.   We still do try to take a day trip up for a picnic or short hike in the beautiful Uinta Mountains at least once every year or two, even if now the drive is perhaps more enjoyable than the hike.

My very pregnant self with siblings and parents, Uinta family campout July 1995

Timp Lodge 2008

Where are your favorite places to hike and camp and fish?

Monday, April 24, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Timpanogos




Mount Timpanogos overlooks the valley where DH and I met and where we attended college.  Legend has it that an Indian Princess jumped to her death from the top of the mountain after being betrayed by her true love, and if you look closely, you can see the outline of the princess lying along the top ridge of the mountain.  The mountain, the famous Timpanogos Cave National Monument, and the canyons on either side are popular places for college students and others to hike and picnic, so of course, our courtship had to include several adventures involving Timpanogos. 

 The first time we hiked Timpanogos together was on Tuesday, September 15, 1981.  The fall semester of school had started, but DH had a fairly light schedule and I was not taking classes that semester, so we hiked the 1 1/2 mile-switch back trail to the caves with very few other people on the trail.  During the peak season, and especially on the weekends, the trail is normally quite crowded, and you would be advised to purchase tickets to the cave tour in advance of your hike. That weekday in September, we had a very leisurely day and spent plenty of time resting, enjoying the views, and talking about our hopes and dreams for the future.   By then we knew that at the end of October I would be leaving for Colombia for 18 months, so our conversations were somewhat bitter-sweet.  

It was nearly two years later when we hiked to the caves again, this time in July of 1983 either on the 4th of July or on the 24th of July, which is a state holiday honoring the pioneer settlers of the state.  We made the hike with my parents, my brother and his wife and two little girls, and my sister and her husband and their baby boy.   We were engaged to be married in just a few weeks, and were taking a bit of a break from work and wedding planning to hike and picnic and celebrate the holiday.  


Hike to Timpanogos Cave, July 1983

A few months later we returned to Timpanogos on a Saturday with friends, also newlyweds, and hiked up the Aspen Grove Trail which passes Stewart Falls, Emerald Lake, and the Glacier.   We didn't hike the entire 14.6-mile trail to the top, but stopped at the Lake and meadows, before coming back down by way of the glacier.   I'm sorry to say that the others may have completed the trail to the top if I had not been along, but I have never quite wanted to make the very last leg of the trip to the mountain summit as I understand it is quite a narrow ledge, and my acrophobia has always kept me from hiking the entire trail. We did stop and enjoy some of the falls along the way and had a very enjoyable day.  

We have been back to Timpanogos several times since then with our own children and other family members, and highly recommend the various hikes, the caves, and the whole area to anyone interested in such recreational activities.  If you aren't into hiking, the drive up through the canyons and around the mountain on the Alpine Loop also makes for a wonderful outing.   For more information, feel free to check out the following links.  

Timpanogos Cave National Monument

Mount Timpanogos from Aspen Grove

Mount Timpanogos Hiking

Mount Timpanogos Timpooneke Trail

Alpine Loop Scenic Drive

The Legend of Timpanogos

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Faith in Jesus Christ



"Wherefore, be of good cheer, and do not fear, for I the Lord am with you, and will stand by you, and ye shall bear record of me, even Jesus Christ, that I am the Son of the living God, that I was, that I am, and that I am to come."

Doctrine and Covenants 68:6

"And it came to pass that the Lord spake unto them saying: 

Arise and come forth unto me, that ye may thrust your hands into my side, and also that ye may feel the prints of the nails in my hands and in my feet, that ye may know that I am the God of Israel, and the God of the whole earth, and have been slain for the sins of the world.

And it came to pass that the multitude went forth, and thrust their hands into his side, and did feel the prints of the nails in his hands and in his feet, and this they did do going forth one by one until they had all gone forth and did see with their eyes and did feel with their hands, and did know of a surety and did bear record that it was he, of whom it was written by the prophets that should come."

3 Nephi 11:13-15
The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ

Saturday, April 22, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Siblings




This is a family group photo taken on our wedding day and is possibly the only photo in existence with my DH, myself, and each of our siblings.   Included are also our parents, several aunts and an uncle, several cousins, and a friend.   DH is the eldest child in his family with 3 younger sisters.  I am the second to youngest in my family with 3 sisters and two brothers.   DH was the first child in his family to marry, and I was the last child in my family to marry.   Needless to say, our siblings were quite a big part of our courtship.

My younger sister and I lived together in the same apartment for most of the summer of 1981 just after DH and I first met and started dating.   She was engaged to be married, attending her very first semester of college classes, and planning her wedding.   We did do things all together once or twice, but she spent a lot of time with her fiance' that summer.   One of my brothers and his wife lived in their own apartment nearby as my brother was also attending school.   Their first little girl was born that summer, and DH and I volunteered to babysit my new little niece a time or two.  I believe that DH was even called upon to babysit on other occasions after I left for my missionary service.  I believe that my other three siblings were living out of state that summer, but my family did keep in touch with DH while I was gone and invited him to various family functions.   After I returned home,  the strong suggestion of my dear sister-in-law, we chose our wedding date based on when all of my siblings were planning to be home for a visit, August 11, 1983.

DH's sisters also played an important part in our courtship.   One Friday evening in late July 1981, DH and I drove to his parents home where his sisters had prepared a fancy gourmet dinner for us, served up in a romantic setting on his mother's best china dishes.   We spent several pleasant evenings with them playing board games or on the trampoline in the backyard.   DH's sisters also played a big part in our wedding planning, helping their mother with both a family dinner after the ceremony and a very fabulous open house held in our honor in their own backyard several weeks after our actual wedding day.

All of our siblings still play an important part in our lives, welcoming us into their homes often and to celebrate special occasions or to enjoy each other's company.

Friday, April 21, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Roses




What is a courtship without roses?   One of the sweetest things that DH did for me that summer that we met was to bring me roses from his mother's flower garden.  Who wouldn't appreciate a beautiful home grown rose presented by the cutest guy around?   I don't have any photos of my Mother-in-law's roses right now, but they always have been are always will be much lovelier than these ones from my own yard.

Courtship shouldn't end after the wedding day, and DH would bring home flowers fairly often long after we were married.  At one point he had an arrangement with a local florist where he bought a vase, and then would periodically take it back to the florist and have them fill it up again.   Am I a spoiled lady or what??








Thursday, April 20, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Quail Run and Quilts


I mentioned earlier on that DH and I often spent time together in the kitchen at either his apartment or mine, but we also had some lovely evenings eating out.  One of the first special evenings we enjoyed together was in July of 1981 when we had dinner together at a restaurant called Quail Run.  The restaurant was located up in the foothills and dinners were seated next to large picture windows overlooking the meadow and forest outside.   Little creatures such as rabbits and quail were often seen scampering around outside, and perhaps a deterrent to the appetite if you happened to order something similar from the offerings on the menu.   I don't actually remember what I ordered that night, but I don't believe it was rabbit or qual.

I can't seem to create a letter Q blog post without bringing up one of my favorite subjects:  Quilts.
This is especially true this year that I am blogging about our courtship.    Quilting is quite the tradition in our family.   My dear mother-in-law created a gorgeous work of art during the time that I was in Colombia, and presented it to DH for Christmas while I was gone. The photo below doesn't do justice to the hand quilted fan quilt pictured below, where it is folded in half over a small twin bed.  This quilt is a true treasure in our home.


My own dear mother has made several quilts for us over the years, including the colorful patchwork quilt pictured below.



Every time a young couple becomes engaged to be married, my extended family gathers together to create a quilt for them, so one summer day in 1983 we all gathered at my Aunt's home to work on the family quilt.

As you can see, all family members, young and old, male and female were invited to eat and visit and quilt,   My dear father no undoubtedly put in a few stitches, as did my brother with his long arms.  My mother and one of my dear aunts are pictured above . .

And who else is sitting there right in the middle putting in his own stitches? 


 You're absolutely right.  It's my own DH.

This beautiful quilt has been used well and often in our home throughout the years, as a covering for our bed, to bundle up cold babies and children watching TV, and even as a prop in a favorite game invented by the kids that they called  "The Green Blob"  I'm still not sure exactly what the rules were, but somehow involved older brothers covered by the quilt sneaking up on and scaring younger sisters.   Even though the batting in the quilt is now quite compressed and the fabric is very well worn,this is still a popular bed covering for visitors in our home.   

But perhaps the most cherished attribute of this beautiful quilt is a special message stitched along one edge, the brainchild and creation of my own DH.


Can you see it???  

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Parents


My father, mother, myself, DH, my mother-in-law, and father-in-law on our wedding day 1983

Both sets of our parents, though not front and center during our courtship, were close by and very supportive of DH and I while we were dating. It has often been said that to truly know a person, it helps to know that person's parents.   DH and I met each other's parents within weeks of meeting each other, and I for one was very impressed with what I saw.

Since we were living away from home going to school, we didn't see our parents every day, but we probably saw one or both sets of parents almost every week during that summer that we met.   There were plenty of family activities going on, and we were welcomed almost any time of the day or night at either home.  Family picnics, barbecues, family dinners, board game nights, family reunions, graduations, weddings, hikes, and more family activities were a big part of our courtship.

Both of our fathers worked long and hard, my father as a dairy farmer and DH's father in his own carpet business.  Our mothers were both stay-at-home moms who also worked hard to make their homes comfortable, loving places to live and visit.  Both sets of parents have always set high standards for themselves and for their children.  They all have strong faith in God and a love for their country and fellowmen.  None of our parents have ever been overly protective, but they have been supportive of our goals and dreams and willing to offer advice when asked.   We were allowed to make our own choices and decisions in regards to education, careers, missionary service, friendships and our marriage.

Our children have been blessed with wonderful, loving grandparents, and we all cherish the examples these four splendid people have been to us over the years.  My dear Mother-in-law is the only one of the four still with us today, and we're grateful to have her living nearby, and often feel the presence of our other parents in our lives.  We could not have wished for better parents!

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

A to Z Challenge: October and Opera


October 1981 was a very good month, yet a very hard month for DH and I.  I was committed to leaving my future DH behind so I could serve as a missionary, but we had one last month to spend time together.   I was living at my Aunt's house in our college town for several weeks as I finished up my job at Bridal Veil Falls, and we spent almost every evening together.   We attended football games, a Christopher Cross concert, and our college Homecoming Dance.   We toured the new Jordan River Temple during the month-long open house, along with over a half million other people.  We had parties and gatherings with family and roommates and friends.  And on the Friday before I was to enter the Missionary Training Center DH and I had one of our last dates for a year and a half and attended the opera.

Carmen, the famous opera by French composer Goerges Bizet was my first exposure to this art form.  I was familiar with much of the music, but had never seen the production before.  It was impressive,  and I was grateful for the written program that helped me to follow the story line as soldier Don Jose' leaves his childhood sweetheart and abandons his military duties as he is seduced, and then rejected by the Gypsy Carmen, who then dies a tragic death.

Opera still is not my favorite form of entertainment, but I can appreciate the music and the talents and abilities of the performers.   What is your experience with Opera?

Monday, April 17, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Night Sky




I grew up on a farm near a small town in a mountain valley, so grew up with spectacular views of the night sky, and I love, love, love a clear starry night.   In our culture, the courtship period usually provides many opportunities for a young couple to enjoy time together under moonlit, starry night skies.   Our official first date, helping to cater my cousin's wedding reception was outdoors in a park, and I'm sure it was dark by the time we were finished there.   On the Fourth of July DH and I spent the day with my family, and then drove back to our college town to watch the fireworks from a blanket on the lawn outside of the nearby football stadium.   The Manti Pageant from my "M" post was held outdoors under a starry night sky.   The tram ride down from the dance above Bridal Veil Falls was under a beautiful night sky.  There were many rides home in Gully in the night time and many long talks under the night sky as we came to know each other, including the August night we were thinking about thinking about becoming engaged.  If I remember correctly, there was one evening when we planned to visit the college campus planetarium, but it happened to be closed that evening.  

After we married and our family gradually grew from one baby to six, we naturally spent less and less time outside together under the night sky, but our interest and enjoyment of the starry skies is still there.   Over the years we have spent some nights camping under the night skies with our family.  There have been concerts in the parks, and more fireworks shows.   We have made visits to the planetarium and enjoyed the star shows there, and have even invested in several telescopes over the years.   It's  a bit difficult to find places far enough away from the bright city lights to see all that we would like to see in the beautiful night sky very often, but an evening under the stars together is still a favorite time for my DH and I.  

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Gethsemane, Jesus Loves Me



One of my favorite Easter Songs by Claire Ryann

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWIx24J00Wc)



"The Miracle"  is great too!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SY6O-5iEtYs&feature=youtu.be



And for good measure, here's one more:


Saturday, April 15, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Manti and Mannheim Steamroller


Manti

In July of the summer we met, DH and I and a group of our friends and roommates climbed into DH's faithful car Gully, and headed south for the evening to see the Manti Mormon Miracle Pageant.  Every summer a cast of over 800 members portray the epic struggle between good and evil both in the ancient American world and also in more modern times.   This free, popular pageant is an evening of song, dance and drama, and has been a tradition in this small town for more than 50 years.

After getting our dinner and spreading our blankets out on the ground, we settled in and enjoyed the production and each other's company.  After the show we returned to the car, but Gully would not start.  We tried begging for a jump start from a kind passer-by, but that didn't work either.   There was nothing to do but to wait until morning when an auto shop would be open.   So, we began walking the still fairly busy streets of this small town looking for a place to stay.   The few hotels or motels were full, and as college students we were really not up to paying for hotel rooms for the group either.  We finally decided to be brave and knocked on the door of a fairly nice, large, well let home, intending to ask if our group would possibly be allowed to spend the night in a local chapel we had walked by.

A lady in formal evening attire answered the door, and upon hearing our request, called over a stately gentleman dressed in a tuxedo.  This gentleman was the ecclesiastical leader for the local church congregation, and in answer to our request to spend the night at the church, told us that it was against policy.  However, he did offer to let us spend the night at his home.  He left the party, (which we later learned was the official cast party for those who had participated in the pageant) and escorted us to his house.  We girls were shown to a guest room upstairs furnished with a variety of mattresses where his grandchildren slept when visiting, and DH and his roommate were given bedding and situated on the couches downstairs.   They were even lent pajamas by this wonderful man, who had played one of the starring roles in the pageant,  Captain Moroni.   He returned to his party, and we all enjoyed a good nights sleep, then enjoyed a pancake breakfast provided by the community the next morning while Gully was being repaired.

Mannheim Steamroller

The Manti trip was not the only adventure that DH and I had with Gully the summer we met.   We often traveled to spend and evening with his family or a Saturday with mine.   One day we went to visit DH's grandparents, and we often went hiking or for a drive.   Neither DH nor I are huge at making conversation, and we were comfortable with a fair amount of silence on these trips, but we did enjoy listening to music.   DH has always had a fairly sizable collection of music.  Back in 1981 we listened to cassette tapes as we traveled, and  Chip Davis' very first Mannheim Steamroller Fresh Aire albums were ones that we listened to many times, not only that summer, but throughout the years since then.   We've been able to attend Mannheim Steamroller concerts together several times and have many of the CD's in our collection.   DH and I don't really have "A Song" from our courtship, we have an entire collection of albums!

Friday, April 14, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Letters







For a large part of our courtship, the only communication between my future DH and me was through handwritten letters.   As a missionary for my church in Colombia back in the 80's we were only allowed to write letters home to friends and family.   Phone calls were way too expensive, and not nearly as easy as today.  And of course there was no email or skype or other such communications.
Today missionaries are allowed two phone calls or skype calls to parents each year, one at Christmas and one on Mother's Day, but girlfriends or boyfriends are only allowed emails or snail mail.

DH was a very good letter writer and wrote very helpful and encouraging letters to me.  Of course, it helped that he had been a missionary to Argentina for two years before we met, so he knew much of what I was going through . . . learning to speak Spanish, homesickness, and adjusting to a whole new culture and new responsibilities of reaching out to people and teaching them about Jesus Christ.   He would write in his very small, neat printing and fill pages full of good advice and encouragement, and I loved and appreciated his support.   The letters came regularly for most of the 18 months that I was away from home, except for a few months when he was dating another young lady.   That break from receiving his letters was a hard time for me, as I was not sure exactly what was going on with him, but I was able to continue on with my work and trust that everything would work out for the best, no matter what.

Of course I did receive letters from others during this time, too.  My parents both wrote me weekly letters, and my 5 siblings and my grandfather and other friends and relatives often sent encouraging letters too.  I love that we have email and cell phones and text messages and google chat and all today where we can have almost instant communication, but there is just something special about a handwritten letter that you can hold and refer back to over and over again.   I think we miss out on a lot by not writing letters as much anymore.

So, do I still go back and review the wonderful letters that I received from my DH?   I wish I could, but sadly I cannot.   At one point in our many moves over the years, the box that held these precious letters was disposed of.   I had been stressed about the mess and the clutter after a move the birth of our DD4, and had disposed of several boxes of "stuff"  without thoroughly checking what was inside.  Sadly, the letters from my DH were in one of the boxes, and I no longer have them to read or to share.   Maybe that's why to this day I am still such a packrat???

Thursday, April 13, 2017

A to Z Challenge: Kitchen

It would be safe to say that a good portion of our courtship took place in the kitchen of our various apartments.   I've already talked about baking alphabet cookies shortly after we first met, and also about ice cream and homemade banana splits, but there were many other evenings spent getting to know each other in the kitchen.

Probably the first full dinner that DH cooked for me was one of his favorite dishes,  Fruited Curry Chicken served over white rice.   He started by sauteing two boneless, skinless chicken breasts in a tablespoon or two of melted butter.  Once the chicken is starting to brown, he added a tablespoon or so of his favorite curry powder, a couple of tablespoons of brown sugar, and a small can of fruit cocktail with juice.   After letting it all simmer together until the chicken was cooked through and the curry and fruit sauce was thickened, he served it over the white rice.   We have enjoyed and shared this dish with many people over the years.  On another evening that summer, DH prepared a fancy dinner of roasted cornish game hens and wild rice.  

Another favorite treat that DH and I enjoyed together that first summer was his Mom's recipe for No-Bake Cookies.   These are perfect to whip up in just a few minutes after an evening activity, and make plenty of chocolaty peanut buttery cookies to share with friends and roommates.   This is another family favorite that we have continued to make many times over the years.


After we married, and especially after our children started to come along, DH didn't spend quite as much time in the kitchen, but he does still occasionally put on his chef's hat and apron to whip up a batch of bread or cookies or some other exotic dish for a special occasion or a family dinner.  I rather enjoy having a DH who doesn't shy away from the kitchen.   Especially when he cleans up after himself too!

Mom's No Bake Cookies

1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup milk
4 Tbs cocoa powder
2 cups sugar
dash of salt

Mix together in heavy saucepan over medium=high heat.  Bring to a boil and cook for 2 1/2 minutes, stirring to prevent burning.  Remove from heat.  Stir in 1/2 cup peanut butter and 3 cups quick cooking oatmeal.   Drop by spoonfuls onto wax paper covered cookie sheet.   Let cool until firm and enjoy!  Makes 2 to 3 dozen cookies.