Yes, right outside my window, in the middle of the day, Buck was looking in at us. So, Kirby and I grabbed the camera, and as Buck went to the backyard to eat we did some filming. This is what we ended up with.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
I was sitting at the table doing schoolwork---
When all of a sudden...........................
Yes, right outside my window, in the middle of the day, Buck was looking in at us. So, Kirby and I grabbed the camera, and as Buck went to the backyard to eat we did some filming. This is what we ended up with.
Yes, right outside my window, in the middle of the day, Buck was looking in at us. So, Kirby and I grabbed the camera, and as Buck went to the backyard to eat we did some filming. This is what we ended up with.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Pioneer Day!
Yesterday and today are quite a holiday in Utah. We celebrate the day the first Mormon pioneers entered the Salt Lake Valley. As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (Mormons) I often take this holiday for granted. My ancestors were not pioneers coming into the valley, nor did they, as far as I know, support this cause.
Last year I realized that Pioneer day while literally celebrating the Mormon pioneers, also has a figurative meaning. All of our ancestors came to America from somewhere. They may not have joined the Latter Day Saints in coming to the Salt Lake Valley, but they did come from somewhere.
My parents are pioneers. They were the first people in both of their families to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. This took as much courage for them as it took for the pioneers. What awaited them was not always pleasant. Some of their family members accepted them because of the belief that what my parents had joined themselves to was not necessarily bad. Judgements were put aside because these family members knew they didn't know enough about this church to make a decision about its goodness. Other family members became antagonistic toward my parents and consequently our family. Whatever the reasons, these people decided that the church my parents joined was not good and endeavored to show my parents the mistake they had made.
My parents are strong like the pioneers in the 1800s. They have worked to show who they really are. They strive to put aside differences in religion, politics, and anything else that may separate them from those they love. They strive to show through their actions that they are good people. They serve others, look for ways to let others know they are cared about, and are faithful to what they believe.
(Picture by Connie B Photography)
So, to my parents, modern day pioneers, I salute you. Your children and grandchildren love you more than you know. You have left a legacy that will not be forgotten.
Last year I realized that Pioneer day while literally celebrating the Mormon pioneers, also has a figurative meaning. All of our ancestors came to America from somewhere. They may not have joined the Latter Day Saints in coming to the Salt Lake Valley, but they did come from somewhere.
My parents are pioneers. They were the first people in both of their families to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. This took as much courage for them as it took for the pioneers. What awaited them was not always pleasant. Some of their family members accepted them because of the belief that what my parents had joined themselves to was not necessarily bad. Judgements were put aside because these family members knew they didn't know enough about this church to make a decision about its goodness. Other family members became antagonistic toward my parents and consequently our family. Whatever the reasons, these people decided that the church my parents joined was not good and endeavored to show my parents the mistake they had made.
My parents are strong like the pioneers in the 1800s. They have worked to show who they really are. They strive to put aside differences in religion, politics, and anything else that may separate them from those they love. They strive to show through their actions that they are good people. They serve others, look for ways to let others know they are cared about, and are faithful to what they believe.
(Picture by Connie B Photography)
So, to my parents, modern day pioneers, I salute you. Your children and grandchildren love you more than you know. You have left a legacy that will not be forgotten.
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