Thursday, July 28, 2016

Pioneer

The month of July is not only America's birthday, it is also my state's birthday. Utah was founded on July 24, 1847.

Every year gives me an opportunity to pause and reflect on the sacrifices my pioneer ancestors made in order for me to have the ease and comforts of life I enjoy today. 

The history of my pioneer ancestry is one of remarkable courage and faith as they treked across the great plains from Illinois to the Rocky Mountains to escape religious persecution and settle in a land that would ensure peace and prosperity. After 111 days on the trail and over 1000 miles later the first band of Mormon pioneers, consisting of 148 members, reached the Salt Lake Valley. 

When the pioneers entered Immigration Canyon, Brigham Young, the church's leader... also known as the great colonizer of the West, was in a wagon where he lay sick. When his wagon came within view of the Salt Lake Valley below he sat up, looked it over, and said... "This is the right place. Drive on!" 

After months on the trail, the Mormon settlers were finally home. Their arrival changed and defined the region forever. It is the place I love! It is the place I call home. 

Faith was the driving force that pressed the pioneers onward and to find refuge. They walked, pulled and pushed handcarts, rode in wagons pulled by oxen, and rode on horses. Most came with only the bare necessities for survival and left everything else behind. They were not only pioneers... they were refugees! They were driven from their beautiful city Nauvoo. They endured the harshest of elements where many perished on the trail. It is a story of my ancestors. One that I am proud of and humbled by.

I love to share the stories of my ancestors, especially with my grandchildren. Their stories start at their birth place... overseas. Reading about their conversion inspires me to live in such a way to bring honor to their names. It took great courage to sail the seas to a foreign land and trek across the plains to a new home on the western frontier. They were brave in every sense of the word. 

We see pioneers all around us... every single day. Refugees are fleeing their homes for places of safety and peace. They are coming to seek a better way of life. They are paving the way for others to follow. They are courageous and brave, just like my ancestors were over 150 years ago. 

How are we pioneers today? Think of all the firsts' you have done and the example you have set for others. I have never met you in person... but I see it and know it as I read your stories. What a privilege it is to know you!



In July of 2008 I introduced my grandchildren to our pioneer heritage. I filled a suitcase full of maps, books, trivia questions, bandannas, journals, and a bonnet and hat. 

The suitcase became known as "the traveling suitcase" as it would be the keeper of many wonderful and exciting adventures going back in time. 

On this particular day, we mapped our ancestors' journey from Liverpool, England, to the states. Then followed the Mormon Trail from Nauvoo, Ill, to Salt Lake City, Utah. 

Now it was time to start to the "traveling suitcase" adventure. We loaded up in the car and headed 50 miles south to This is the Place Heritage Park at the mouth of Immigration Canyon in Salt Lake City. I read stories of our ancestors as we traveled, creating a visual re-creation of life as a pioneer on the western frontier. 

By the time we arrived at the State Park, excitement was at an all time high. Pioneer life was seen everywhere and the kids were able to experience hands on activities such as weaving, wool spinning, gardening, rug beating, blacksmithing, newpaper printing, school work, and other arts and crafts and responsibilities of the day. They even got a shave at Brigham's Barber Shop and cracked the safe at Zions Bank. Most of the old cabins and buildings were brought from their original places around the state in order to create the pioneer village

Oxen and other animals roam the State Park. Taking a wagon ride or hitching a ride on the train got us from place to place easily. Relaxing under big shade trees and eating ice cream cones was a welcome relief from the heat. Entertainment of the early days were re-enacted for enjoyment and encouraged participation.

Living in the past for a day and participating in our ancestors' heritage was a trip back in time that was both rewarding and educational. It connected us to our ancestors in a very real way. It brought their stories to life as we interacted with the "pioneers" in the village.

This is the Place Heritage Park is an experience that will leave you with a clear understanding of life as a pioneer. It's very enlightening and gives the visitor a greater appreciation and perspective on what it means to be a pioneer of the past. 




Overlooking the Salt Lake Valley from This is the Place Heritage Park, Immigration Canyon.



Traveling Suitcase



We can all be pioneers! Past, Present, and Future.


Entertainment


This is the Place Heritage Park is friendly, interactive, and gives you a glimpse into the past that will truly enlighten and renew your faith. Hope you come for a visit!


Get started on your own family history search HERE and HERE.

 Inspired by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Pinkie Promise Wish

Have you ever experienced a deja vu? Or, in other words, had a feeling of already experienced the present situation? 



I have. They happened more when I was younger, but they still happen on occasion. I came across an article that was not only fascinating, but it also resonated with me.

About space and time. Not as we understand it here on earth, but before and beyond. Eternity. Could our deja vu's be connected to that place, that space, that time, that we don't understand?

If I had one wish here on earth, I would wish for the absence of time and space... just for a day. I could recall the past and be in the present. I don't think I could look on the future. Not yet.

But... I would turn back to the days before my children left this earth life. I would not only watch, but I would live with them! 

I would be brave enough to get in the jeep with my son and climb the big rocks, instead of standing outside the adventure looking in. 



I would jump on a tube and fly down the slopes, wind and snow blowing in my face, racing my son to the bottom of the hill... instead of capturing the thrill on his face whizzing down the hill.



I would jump over obstacles and land on my feet, showing my daughter I could keep up!



I would go on another adventure with her, anticipating the surprise behind the next door... or curtain... or....




Just one more time... we'd walk through the tulips, play in the fountains, roll down the hills, feed the fish, gaze at the stars, and hike the canyons. And so much more.



Then, we would make our "pinkie promise", just like we did on our last camping trip together. And promise to carve in a trip every year to strengthen family ties, create memories, and share our love and friendship with one other. We would never be too busy for that. Not ever.



If time and space were irrelevant, I would bring back every single moment, every single memory, and re-live them just one more time. But I can't. Not here. Though, one day, when I am reunited with my children, I am certain we will re-start our adventures with a "pinkie promise", never, ever, to be broken again!

                             Inspired by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop

Monday, July 11, 2016

July


Would be nice to get some cooling showers for our flowers! It's been a very hot July.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

I see a Bee!

Grandkids say the funniest things. They are always making me laugh. 

My youngest grandchildren came up and picked cherries to earn money for summer fun activities and savings.

Ali was in the up in a tree picking cherries... or rather eating cherries, when a bee came a buzzing. Everything that comes out of her mouth is funny. They often sound like jingles.



"There's a bee next to me. I hope it doesn't sting me!"






As the kids picked, they noticed varying sizes of cherries. Soon, they were picking "grand-daddy's, mom's, and babies". They said, "we picked a whole family!" Good observation.

I love to listen in on the kids' conversations, silly sayings, jokes, jingles, and words of wisdom. Especially when they don't know I'm listening. They make me smile. They make me laugh. They bring sunshine and joy into my daily life.




Last of the Rainer's. It was a good cherry year.



These kiddos worked hard for 2 days, giving up a day at the Slash Pad. They put up a table in front of their house, bagged the cherries, and made $200. Way to go!

Next up... A whole family of Apricots!

Inspired by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop  

Monday, July 4, 2016

Love of Liberty


"It is the Love of Liberty which inspires my soul."

-Joseph Smith

Happy Birthday America!