“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
The farmers are watering their fields behind our house.
We've got enough water in our wet well to run the sprinklers - Yeah !!
It is a beautiful sight - kinda brings a tear to the eye :)
I think my tomato plant grew another inch ! |
| Memorial Day at the Property |
The Porterville Cemetery
Roger's Great - Grandparents on his mom's dad's side - Suzanna and Lester White. I think Suzanna died at a young age (40 something). She was peeling an apple or something, and cut her finger, and developed blood poisoning. How sad. Thank goodness for modern medicine.
My Great Grandpa Dickson and Grandma Dickson - they both walked across the plains when they were children, with their families. They had my Grandpa (Reed) when they were quite a bit older - 52 & 46
My Great GREAT Grandpa and Grandma
Next we moved on to this tiny cemetery where my Grandma Dickson's parents and grand parents are buried.
You can hardly read the names, but this is Anna Eliza and Sanford Orin Porter, my Great Grandparents on my dad's mom's side
And HER parents - Metta and Baltzer Peterson
Then we went back to the South Morgan Cemetery
Here is my Great GREAT Grandparents on my mom's dad's side. Martha Derricott Tonks walked across the plains. One day she was tired, and lay down to rest and fell asleep. The wagon train went on without her. Her husband thought she was helping in another wagon. When she awoke, she started walking, hoping to catch up. She came to a river, and couldn't cross. Some men came along, were teasing her, and she was scared, but they finally helped her cross on their horses. Finally just before nightfall, she met up with her husband who was coming back to look for her.
This is their daughter Mary.
This is Roger D's Great Grandparents on his mom's mom's side.
This is my Grandpa Tonks' brother. He was only 24 when he was killed in an accident at a sawmill. The blade came off the saw, and struck him in the chest. My grandpa was only 10 years old, but he remembers seeing him on the kitchen table, and his chest had little "teeth" marks from the blade. The power of the blow had stopped his heart. Grandpa was only 10 years old. When he told the story later in his 90's he still became emotional talking about it. I know it must have been a glorious reunion when they again saw each other after 80 years apart.
Another view from the cemetery
Aunt Carol - Roger's mom's sister
Clear across the valley
Roger's Aunt Clara Beth and Uncle Grant
Roger's Aunt Lene and Uncle Gail
My cousin Val - he was a successful jockey, but was thrown from his horse during a race and died a few days later.
These are my Great Grandparents on my mom's dad's side.
We traveled up to Henefer Cemetery to check out my Great Grandma and Grandpa Dawson's grave. She is my mom's mom's mom :) She's the only GREAT grandparent I ever knew. She died when I was 10 years old. I can remember she played checkers with me.
Jemima and John Toone. Jemima joined our church in England. Her family never did. She left for America, and never saw any of them again. She traveled with the ill-fated Martin Willie Handcart company. John Toone, her future husband, was with the rescue party. They were my GREAT GREAT GREAT Grandparents.
Our baby girl
My brother and sister
My Grandpa and Grandma
Roger's Grandma and Grandpa
Uncle Don
Roger's Grandma and Grandpa
My Grandma and Grandpa
