Barta Explained

Sarah was wondering who Barta Heiner is. Some of you may not be wondering. And some of you don't care, but you will get the chance to know who she is here and now. Lucky, lucky Tuesday! (if you don't care and this is where you sign off, one quick thing before you go- hey, have a lovely day! Come back tomorrow when, hopefully, I will have something you might be interested in)

So, when I was at BYU I had an awesome roommate. Our apartment was way close to campus. We started out one fall semester living with a couple of psycho girls. I mean, REALLY PSYCHO!! We lived with them for about 2 weeks before we started searching diligently for a new place to live.

(former roommate-

if you are reading this

please correct any details,

or add anything I have omitted)

(former psycho roommates-

if you are reading this

I hope you got some help,

because you were really freaky!)

It was tricky, because we would have to sell our apartment contracts to someone so that we wouldn't be stuck paying a year's worth of rent on a contract where we didn't live anymore. We even had to have a student housing mediation to get out of the contract. The managers didn't want to let us sell our contracts. I think I already mentioned it was tricky.

Our contracts sold and we found a house far off-campus (BYU approved, of course) that was awesome! It was owned by a single guy who we became pretty good friends with. He had furnished the house pretty awesomely- the front room had a mustard/gold velvet sectional and mustard/gold velvet swivel rocking chairs. It was pure 60's bliss- and it wasn't even the 60's anymore. But, I will say that it was in pristine condition, so that is nice. (and I have some pretty good stories from living here)

Anyway, we had no t.v. We decided we wanted a t.v. So we scoured the classifieds and found a large t.v. for sale. We contacted the owner and made arrangements to go and have a look-see. (who uses that term? i did, just now for like maybe the second time in my life)

We arrived at the historic home in Provo to view this television set. There was a reddish-orange mustang in the driveway and large trees flanked the home. We were met at the door by a girl in her 20's. She was a student living at this address. We told her we had come to see the t.v. that was advertised. She said, "Oh, ok. Do you go to BYU? Do you know Barta?"

We said, "No."
She said, "Barta Heiner lives here. You know. Barta Heiner."
We still said, "No."

She proceeded to tell us about Barta. Apparently Barta is famous. Who knew? She is the head of the theatre department at BYU and has been in some productions. We did not know this. But then, out came Barta Heiner. We met her. We did not recognize her from Adam. We had never seen her productions. But, WE MET BARTA HEINER. We even bought her television. And we talked about it the rest of the school year.

So, my roommate and I returned home with the television we had purchased (I think we paid all of $13 for it) from Barta Heiner. You know. Barta Heiner. And what better to purchase from Barta Heiner, Movie Star and head of the theatre department, than a television? I know!
Meeting Barta + meeting her student boarder x buying her t.v. = an experience never to be forgotten.

Fast forward 7 years. One day I retrieved my mail from the mailbox and found that my April 2003 Ensign had been delivered that very day. I also discovered that it had a DVD inside- Finding Faith in Christ. Immediately I popped that DVD into the player and began watching a beautiful depiction of the Savior. All of a sudden, there on my very own television screen was Barta Heiner! depicting a diseased woman that the Savior heals. I was stunned. All I could think of doing was alerting my old roommate. It was crazy. I turned to the husband and said, "That is Barta Heiner!! You know. Barta Heiner!"

And to think that I saw her. In my very own home. On my very own television.




It was so fun to write about Barta that I think I might do it again. Would you like to hear more about Barta? I have another Barta story that you will either love or not.