When we lived on Randolph Street in Riverside, (I was ages 4-7) I remember my mom calling us into the den and trying to tune in a UHF channel on our little television. Through a blizzard of television snow we watched a little and heard a little bit of President Kimball speaking at General Conference in Salt Lake City. I remember how emotional my mom was that this was possible and I knew I should be impressed, although I wasn't.
When we moved to Utah of course, we watched it on T.V.
Our first general conference in Germany, we went to the church for the satellite feed. After that conference was offered on the Internet so we watched, well, listened it on the Internet. We only had dial-up while we were there and in '97 the picture was terrible and constantly interrupted. Listening to it without the picture made the connection a little less spotty . . . a little.
For the next year or so, there was a note on the LDS.org site that asked people to please watch elsewhere if possible, to keep lines open for people who had no other means to listen. We would wait and listen to the archived sessions. I was so happy when that note was gone and we could listen to it live again.
We had such a nice day yesterday. Between sessions we all ended up outside on the trampoline. The boys and Sara were wrestling, the rest of the girls were cheering and there were some belated birthday spanks given. It was a perfectly warm, Texas autumn day. Life just doesn't get any better!
We stayed out there until Pauly received a text . . . "It's Becca, conference is starting." . . . we headed back into the house for the afternoon session.