- Having anticipated this situation, I have a little list of folks I regard highly and who, as far as I’m aware, haven’t done this before. My esteem may not always be advantageous to you. Some of my suggested candidates may feel they have already taken their turn. Or you may have empêchements that I don’t know about. After I read the list, anybody who wishes to be excluded from consideration, or who wishes to add another candidate, may say so. Just as in Sacrament Meeting, please stand as I call your name:
- Clint Robins
- Elaine Flake
- Pat Price
- Diane Stuckey Perkins
- Perrin Walker
- Craig Frogley
- Please take a look at memorabilia on tables, including slide-loop displays. The next face that appears may be your own, or your companion’s, or your favorite convert’s…
- Intro Bob Allen with special memorabilia slideshow:
Robert Eugene Allen II, a Provo native, graduated from BYHigh, served in the National Guard, and came to Edgar and Laura Brossard’s French Mission in February of 1960. I met him in Rennes, a couple of years later. We were instructed not to call the new Zone Assistants to the President “ZAPs,” but we did, anyway. Bob doesn’t remember occupying a sleeping bag on the floor between my bed and that of my first companion, Elder William Higley, in the missionary apartment over M Besnard’s garage on the Boulevard du Maréchal de Lattre de Tassigny, which ran along the Canale d’Ille et Rance. The circumstance apparently made a stronger impression on me, a petit bleu, than on the seasoned ZAP. He may recall that his companion, Elder Julian Breillatt (of the brand-new and eponymous Breillatt-Allen Zone) suffered mightily with the famous Higley-Palmer fleas indigenous to that venue, whereas Elder Allen seemed impervious to them.
After his mission, Bob returned to the family business, called, then as now, Allen’s Camera, on University Avenue in Provo, and married Lucette Robin. They now operate a tropical fish hatchery in Salem, Utah and enjoy spoiling their thirteen grandchildren. It’s too late, presumably, for their own six.
Bob Allen knows from slide-shows. I’m looking forward to the memories he’s prepared for us.
- Bob’s show
- Please mingle, mange, and reminisce. We’ll end this gathering formally at 9pm, and then we have until 10pm to clean up before the computer-controlled doors bang shut. We’ll appreciate your volunteer assistance, under Joanie Huish’s loving and effervescent direction, to put everything back the way it was.
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