Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Catching up!


Our internet has not been working for about a week so I thought I would give everyone a little update now that it is up and running again. The last week of June JR went on the Willie and Martin handcart trek in Wyoming. He had an awesome experience and has a new appreciation for our pioneer ancestors. I would like him to type a little about it but He is so darn busy He probably won't get a chance! Anyway here are a few of the pictures He took. The first one is an antelope that was standing on the path.

Each person that went was assigned a pioneer name and story of someone who was in one of the handcart companies. Along the way they would stop and tell their story to everyone. JR was what they call a rescuer. He had already made it to Salt Lake and was sent to find the groups that were stranded and starving. He was Brigham Young's son. I forgot his name but maybe He can write about that later.


This is one of the few spots where the river is OK to cross. They usually just have you pull the handcarts across the bridges they have built. When the Willie and Martin companies crossed there were huge chunks of ice that would hit them in the legs. Many froze to death after river crossings because their clothes would not dry out and many that survived had frost bite.

This is a spot where 13 pioneers, including men women and children, were buried after a particularly cold night. They were buried in the shape of a wagon wheel with their legs facing out. There is a small amphitheater next to it where they held a testimony meeting.
Some of our ward members pulling their carts. No pictures of JR darn it! Some of the other people on the trek have pictures of him they are supposed to give us so I'll post them when they do. JR had a really good time and has a lot of stories to tell. Everyone who went was profoundly affected by the spirit of the pioneers and I think it definitely changed our youth's perspective on their lives and the challenges they face. Everyone who gets a chance should go. I know I can't wait to!




3 comments:

Anonymous said...

The Horrocks Family had a relative on that trek Mary Horrocks has several journals about her life on the trail. Her husband died on one of the cold nights. She was quite a woman. Love Jan

nancy said...

Tammy!! I have missed you. I thought of you the other day.My sister sent this link. How have you been? What gorgeous babies you have. Sent me and email so we can catch up.

I have a blog at http://micropreemie-miracle.blogspot.com

Mindy said...

Hey Tammy, this is Mindy Crawford. I hope you don't mind me looking at your blog. You guys have the cutest family. I hope all is well. Send me an email @ mcrawford3227@yahoo.com and I will invite you to my blog.

Grandma's Tile Table

Grandma's Tile Table

Tile Table

When my Grandma Johnson's house was being cleaned out we came across some extra tiles from when my Grandpa had tiled her kitchen for her. She loved blue and I'm sure she was delighted when He put up these blue white and brown tiles. Her kitchen was always where family congregated, as she was an excellent cook, and we all spent countless hours there with her and Grandpa. I remember a time when I was pregnant and my Mom and I had driven up to Provo to do some shopping. We talked about going to see grandma before we drove home and I said "Wow, you know I am really craving her apple pie right now! Wouldn't that be awesome if she had baked one today." Well as luck would have it we pulled up just as it was coming out of the oven. She didn't even know we were coming to visit! She had just felt like baking a pie. I have a zillion memories of her in her kitchen and so when her house sold I knew I needed a little piece of something that would stir up good feelings every time I looked at it. Nothing could be more perfect than tiles from her kitchen. So a couple of days ago I finally dug the tiles out and made a mosaic table for my front porch. I love it, and love having a little reminder of her.