The Importance of Visiting

The Importance of Visiting

I had a delightful phone conversation with my eldest daughter, Aubree, the other day. She had called earlier in the week and gave us the happy news that she is expecting her first child. This 2nd phone call was the first opportunity I had to talk with her alone about it all. Aubree’s journey to this milestone has been a long and difficult one. Her righteous desire has always been to have a family of her own. But for more than a decade she dealt with disappointment as one obstacle or another stood in her way. This past year sheClick to continue…

A Gift That Keeps Giving

A Gift That Keeps Giving

It has been a tough year for me with family history. Life and circumstance have kept me far from my goals. Much of the feeling of accomplishment I have experienced this year has come more from enjoying the successes of others. I have felt bad about that, almost as if I’m letting so many others down. But as the months have turned I’ve been tempered in those feelings. The work of family history is not a race (yet) and it will forever be something that just needs work and love and time and attention. Sometimes you seek out family history,Click to continue…

The Dead Among Us

The Dead Among Us

The other night I was visiting in my living room with a neighbor, a man I have only come to know in the past year or so. As we were chatting he suddenly looked slightly to the right towards a window on the south wall of the room and his eyes got suddenly very large. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to be rude but there’s a spirit over there by the window — a very good one.” I kind of wish I had video of my reaction to this comment. I was surprised not at all. I askedClick to continue…

Our Trek

Our Trek

I noticed on Facebook that members of the Stake we used to live in are once again headed to Wyoming for Trek. Trek is a re-enactment of the Mormon Pioneer trail. For a period of three to five days large groups of mostly youth and the adult leaders head to Martin’s Cove, Wyoming to camp and walk the trail. The place is sacred to Latter-day Saints. It was at Martin’s Cove where the Martin Handcart Company spent their critical hours. I have to admit that I felt a bit envious of those I see this week dressed in pioneer clothingClick to continue…

The Treasure Room

The Treasure Room

Years ago my mother made a gift of our baby books and photos of each of us growing up. These were given in small, lockable treasure chests. And as she expected we each reviewed the contents of our treasure chests with a mixture of wonder and delight. This weekend I have set up what I am calling the Treasure Room. It is actually the abandoned bedroom of one of my adult children who has recently moved out. What I have moved into it are the remnant treasures my parents collected over their years and that they inherited, in part, fromClick to continue…