For most people daylight savings is nothing more than a little bit bothersome, since most items are digital now and adjust the time on there own. For us daylight savings is another major event. My dad usually starts a few days early to prepare us for what we must do. A list of the clocks that have to be changed by hand is made ( and don’t forget your wrist watches ). This isn’t as easy as it sounds. The clock on the oven in the kitchen is broken and the only way it can be changed is to shut the oven off and wait for the time to advance to that precise hour that it was shut off. Now this also involves deciding what to have for dinner that night and when it will be cooked. ( God forbid that just once we might have to use the microwave ).

Once the stove is turned off , the rest of our task is set in motion. First my dad has us all sychronize our watches ( kind of like planning for the invasion of Normandy in WW2 ) Then the waiting begins, and at the exact moment the stove is turned back on. Of course my dad has to be the one that turns the stove back on because we may not do it correctly. But all the planning and drama are more than worth it , because Sunday morning we arrive at Church at our same early time. This gives us the added advantage of telling everyone that we remembered to change our clocks without needing to be reminded. And as luck would have it the Bishop was there just in time for my dad to once again show him that he was still wearing his George belt buckle.