So Monday started with this task for me, at Mosida, stamping the mail that goes into Ephraim Hank's mail bag to be delivered at the first night's camps site.
I thought this one was fun, because Robin has a daughter in law with this name, Kallista, and I had never heard of it before.
Dad's tasks including filling all the water buffaloes.
and repairing this shade tarp.
The new trek group, from Kaysville South Stake, had a lot of men who were wearing calico shirts. I love it, because men often wore small prints in the mid-1800s in fact they called them shirting prints.
After we sent them off, there was down time, and LaVern shared the story of one of her ancestors. The man walked from the Ogden area to Salt Lake to attend conference early in the 1850s when many of the saints were still destitute. He went to visit a friend whom he had served with on a mission earlier in his life. He had been invited to join them for dinner and all they had was a small amount of bread and some watercress. The next morning they served the same meal. LaVern's gg grandfather left and walked back to the Ogden area and then carried back a 25 pound bag of flour for his friend, which he delivered the next day. His friend, upon seeing him, said he had not seen him at Conference, and asked what had happened. That is when he was given the bag of flour. such an incredible act of service.
Here are the Smith's doing the parts of Thisbe Reed and Ephraim Hanks that night.
We had a great Hoedown ...
and an amazing Sun down as well.
Its been a while since I seen hide or hair of Ian, so it was fun to see this picture of him with Ashley, his mom, on facebook.
Dad evidently lost his mind, because these are the socks he chose to wear for Tuesday ...
Yep, corn dog socks, not authentically pioneer in any way.
Another great pioneer outfit story that warmed my heart. This woman once complimented this dress that was worn by a ward member. The woman and her husband liked to go to the Mountain Man Rendezvous at Fort Bridger. When the woman passed away, her husband gave the dress to the gal who had once admired it. I thought that was unusually thoughtful for a man.
Here we see Dad at one of the vignettes, acting as a speaking stand. They found that if anyone moved in between the presenter and the speaker, it cut out. Yeah Dad.
Another man in a shirting fabric shirt, which elk antler buttons.
And nothing is nicer, in the field of dressing up than a pretty little in a fancy, tulle laden dress.
Now its Wednesday, let me share my miracle. After giving my vignette at the bottom of the women's pull, I rode with another missionary to the top for my next assignment. As I was walking back to the truck to get my folding chair a large man hurried past me. When I asked him what was happening, he said he had to run back to the bottom to be the 'ambulance' driver for a young woman who was ill at the bottom. I offered to drive him back, its 3/4 of a mile, to save time. I dropped him off near the bottom and he ran the rest of the way. When I tried to turn around I got stuck in deep sand. I got out the mats to help with traction, but you can see what happened instead. I tried to call Dad for help, but since he was busy with his assignment he didn't answer. I had an assignment of my own on the upper end, so I sat in the truck and prayed thus, "If I am really needed to do my assignment, please tell me what to do." In my mind I thought He would know if I was needed, if not, I knew it wouldn't be a big deal for the other truck to pull me out later. We have tow straps in the trucks. I was prepared to be patient, feeling my assignment wasn't that important. But as soon as I finished my prayer, the full thought dropped into my head. "This is a four wheel drive truck. Find the switch on the dash board and turn it to the back wheels." I did, and was able to back back onto the road, though I did have to back up the dirt road to the top. Another missionary looked at me frantically when he finally saw me, and said, "Those girls went up with the carts to park, and they are not coming back to the seats." He had had knee replacements recently and is still a bit gimpy and couldn't have gone up to get them. I could see his frustration with me for not being there to direct them. I hurried to where they were and in a few minutes had righted the situation.
I felt so blessed by this miracle, that I thought to myself, "Having to replace the floor mats is a small price to be part of a miracle". I have no doubt that my Heavenly Father is in the details of the work we do at Mosida.
This little gal looks so much like our Adi, I had to get her picture.
At the beginning of the women's pull we call up a young woman with a brother on trek. Since this young lady and her brother are the grand children of our friends and fellow Finnish Missionaries, Nancy and Forrest Mottishaw (They messaged Scott on Facebook when they found these two would be going on trek at Mosida) We invited the siblings to come up and represent Emily Wall and her brother Joseph Wall. The real Joseph became ill as the two travel alone to Zion. The trek leader told Joseph he would have to be left behind to be "brought or buried" by the next company coming along. Emily refused to leave him and begged for permission to pull him in the hand cart, and do all his chores as well as her own. They were 16 and 17. Joseph, who had pneumonia did not regain his health until after he got to the salt lake valley.
Here Joseph (Henry) carries his sister Emily (Kathrine) at the river crossing. All are carried across using the fireman carry, unless they are related, as are these two.
I thought it was fun to learn that these two are twins.
At work on Thursday I was able to get much of the bounty from the previous weeks junking, priced and out.
The bistro set I painted black.
Dad picked me up from work and we drove up to Dimple Dell for a wedding reception. We attended Gweneth's sister Lisell wedding to Will's AP Companion Andrew last fall. These two are the final chapter. We were so thrilled.
The day was actually midsummer, so it was fun to see these gals with flowers in their hair.
And the cake was nothing short of stunning ... with pressed pansies and herbs.
Our first group of missionaries we gathered.
A few more missionaries and partners.
and the final installment...
Andrew is carrying his wife's purse, and I am not sure what to think about the painted nails thing. but always one of my favorite missionaries.
Dad drove me back to the antique mall so I could take his car to book club ... instead I got a flat tire. This is a city councilman who was doing a ride along with a Salem police officer ...
Here they are after putting on the spare tire... and yes, there is gold at the end of the rainbow.
Dad found the culprit, this key was embedded by its point up to the top of the key. whoa.
I managed to make it, just an hour late, but got to discuss the book, Under the Tulip Tree.
On Friday morning I cleaned along the edge of the fence (weeds, junk trees, etc, and sweeping the walk) so I could take a picture of our beautiful Hollyhocks.
Then Dad and I headed north to attend a Midsummer Party at the Londons' in Morgan. We stopped in Orem at Trader Joes and found this package. I am so frustrated by deceptive packaging. What do you suppose organic evaporated cane juice is? Yep, its refined white sugar.
Good thing these dried bananas are 'organic'. I wonder how many people it fools.
In Morgan mingling 'midst many mainly magnificent, Mormon missionaries.
Here I am with a group of native Finns.
Eating with missionaries from our first mission, plus one from our second mission, who came with her grand parents with whom we served our first mission.
All of these missionaries are from our first mission.
and all of these, except the Smiths on the far right, also served with us on our first mission.
A fun outing for Sam and his kids to celebrate passing his first test of two that he needs for certification, he granduates with his Masters of Education in December.
Looks like fun.
Here are a couple of pictures of Finns in Finland celebrating Mid Summer, this is Sister Reiman.
And this is the Felin family.
Dad took an extra shift at the temple on Saturday morning, and I was on my own to entertain myself. I thought this was a garage sale sign, yep I am not usually too concerted with details. I took this picture and focused on the address, never finding the sale, after driving around .... hahahaha, then I saw what it said.
When I got home, I added the pennant banner to the fleaology sign I had put up earlier in the week. After Dad got home from the temple, he got a call from Mosida that they needed help washing hand carts ... yep he went. So much for working in the garden together.
When Dad got home we took Dave and Bri's kids, who we were watching over night, and drove to Logan for a wedding reception of a missionary, Joseph Sellers, from our first mission. We got there just in time to blow bubbles as he and his bride left for their honey moon. Ooops.
Yes, he has let his hair grow since his mission. It was great to see him as he whizzed by ...
But we got to talk to his folks for a bit.
After church today, I finally got the sign I had made for fleaology out to the site of the sale ...
Then it was off to a Trek Fireside in South Jordan ... here are the Munros who live near-by.
And the photographers we got to know on trek. He put together the video, and we laughed when he ended it by saying ... The End, then amended it in the next scene to say The End of Bishop Xs Drone as it showed footage from said drone as it free fell, spinning to its end ... So funny.
Here they are with the autistic boy who turned out to be a blessing to the trek. Everyone was so intent on serving him, and he is so joyfully enthusiastic.
Then we headed south to attend another Trek Fireside in Lehi. Here were are shown with the Jones, and the bishop of the ward.
My friend Wendy had let us know about the fireside, as she is coincidentally in the same ward.
So that was our week of missionaries and Midsummer. We were connected with other missionaries, former or current, every single day.
