This story is next in the progression because it is what happened as we left the Rochester Creek Panels to head home to Salt Lake City.
I had been waiting all week to go hear a speaker in Murray that night.
Unfortunately at the time and possibly still to this day, cell phone coverage was not to be had way out there in the rock and since no one wears a watch these days we had no sense of time. Continue reading Godspeed
Today she would have been 113 years old. As it was, she lived to be 100 years old. This Matriarch lived a full life surrounded by her family and taking care of children the majority of her years. Continue reading Dorothy Andrus Crane Price
I was talking with one of my sisters today about pictures.
Pictures of ourselves and pictures of our ancestors.
In this day of digital photography we can take as many photos of ourselves as we wish, and usually destroy more than we keep, we often forget that in the old days, if a photo was even taken, you had to deal with what you got.
I showed a picture of old Mrs. Howse in the story yesterday of my parents marriage. Here she is as a young mother about 18 years of age or so.
Her maiden name was Sarah Ellen Philips. Sarah was born 2 December 1878. Continue reading the Weavers of Your Cloth
Writing about my parents is hard because there are so many stories to tell.
Joanne and Arnold were sixteen and seventeen when they got married on the Eighteenth of September in the year 1959, in the First Presbyterian Church in Harbor Springs, Michigan.
We have her written Continue reading you said stay, so i stayed
It happened again tonight, so I guess it’s time to tell this story. Continue reading Buddha Hiding in the Bedroom