One day in about the year two thousand and five, an angel came down to earth.
This new born baby boy with obvious problems, looked at me, his Grandmother, for the first time and pierced me to the soul while his eyes demanded to know if I would love him.
You could hear the words. “Will you love me?” Continue reading cry of the cat
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
the day is April 19th, 2004 and we are taking a little trip down to Emery County, Utah to a little trail off the beaten path to unusual petroglyph panels called the Rochester Creek Panels
these glyphs have been much argued about as Fremont, Barrier, Hopi and even Egyptian, click on the pictures to see better details Continue reading breathe in the dust
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