Monday, July 20, 2015

Family Vacation Time!







Port Townsend and the Olympic Peninsula are among our favorite places to vacation.

Currently Mark and I are vacationing on at Port Townsend, Washington State.  It has been a great seven days celebrating 40 years of marriage to my wonderful husband.  Now it is time to return to “real life”.  I thought I would make an entry about all our "getaways" through the years.

Putting finishing touches on the Trimaran "PT Eagle".  

One happy memory is of our boys making homemade sailboats from driftwood to launch before leaving our condo at Kala Point.  Mark certainly outdid himself in making the biggest and best trimaran ever to sail from the shores of Kala Point!

The historic sites included the Heber J. Grant Library at BYU.
I was thinking about our family vacations when I was growing up.  I pulled up some pictures of our family trips and remembered how these were times when our family bonded.  Somehow we fit up to 11 of us into our station wagon and survived the trip. One time we took a trip all the way to Indiana to visit relatives there.  We also went to historic locations, including the BYU Heber J. Grant Library to see where Mom and Dad first met.


The car broke down on our way through Yellowstone (1963?).  No problem, we got to stay a day longer while the car was repaired!

Having the small, packed 13 foot trailer made it easy on a Friday night to just hop in and head to the Oregon Coast after Dad's last patient at Willamette View Chiropractic Center. Stopping at the Astoria Column to drop our shoes from the top of the platform (164 steps up!) was a great memory. 



Likely 1969 outside of Willamette View Chiropractic Center

1963-Uncle Albert's House in Indiana.


1963 trip to Indiana


Mt. Rushmore was one stop on the 1963 trip.
Visiting the Lincoln, Nebraska Cemetery where my Grandfather and other family members are buried. 1963.

I also remember the vacations we took as a family with our own children.  It is actually a pretty amazing thing that we actually took as many “vacations” as we did.  Every April when public schools scheduled “spring break” we would head out camping, rain or shine.  Many times it was for Ft. Stevens State Park on the Oregon Coast.  One year the Portnoy's joined us and we roasted around the biggest driftwood fire ever built near the Peter Iredale shipwreck.   Sometimes we went north to Skagit County and enjoyed the tulip fields as we made our way north.  With eleven of us, it was always a challenge to get packed and out of town.  Daddy would usually drive up to join us midweek in a separate car. 

We were experiencing an April downpour in the 1980's and Mark decided it was time to buy a pop-up tent trailer.  Our $1200 Rockwood trailer slept 8-13 (depending on the age and size of children) served us well for about 15 years.  In fact, we eventually tore off the leaking canvas top and used the framework as a utility trailer for many years.

I'll never forget when we set up our tent-trailer at Sequim Bay State Park #80 overlooking the Bay from our plastic "picture window".  It was an amazing camping spot and the baseball field through the tunnel under the highway added to the adventure.  Trips to the big game animal farm in Sequim and Dungeness Spit kept us busy when it rained.  Bayview State Park and Deception Pass State Park also had campsites with gorgeous views on the Puget Sound.

Owen Family Reunions every other summer “forced” us to take vacation time off.  It did begin to feel like we always drove to Utah and that the Utahans didn’t seem to come to the Northwest much!  We drove a 1989 blue Chevy Suburban that didn’t have air conditioning.  We would take water bottles and “mist” ourselves to make the trip bearable.   Great family gatherings with cousins were memory makers for our children.  (See “Reunions” post from July 9, 2014.)

XXX  (Suburban-loaded with all the bicycles on the aluminum frame.)

One exceptional trip was in 1996 when we joined with two of my sister’s families and did a cross country historical journey seeing LDS Church history sites and US history sites.  We gutted a 1974 GMC motorhome and rebuilt it.  We planned to put a new engine in it in Colorado, and headed out to join the others in Nauvoo, Illinois.  Of course, we were delayed and had engine problems all along the way, but Mark was blessed with amazing patience and we babied the old motorhome along and created tons of memories for our family.  Surprisingly, the KOA campground swimming pool became the best motivator to get our camp set up so that all the cousins could splash around together before dinner was served.

XX (yellow bananamobile)

In 2002 we went back to Nauvoo for the Open House for the Nauvoo Temple.  It was a wonderful to spend more time in Nauvoo enjoying the sites were didn’t have time for in 1996 when we were there.
Mark and I had amazing “vacations” as we went to pick up our missionary sons and daughters at the conclusion of their LDS missions.  We were able to see where our children served, meet those who meant so much to them, and usually take with us another child.  These trips took us to Chile, Brazil, California, Taiwan, Ecuador, Germany, and Argentina.  I have notebooks full of memories from these wonderful vacations.

Looking out toward the Puget Sound from the deck at Kala Point.

Kala Point Village hasn't changed much in the past 20 years.


Throughout the years, Kala Point Village  near Port Townsend, WA has been one of our favorite places to stay.  The Weiss Company owned the condo and we would come across the Washington State Ferry on our assigned week to Unit #23 twice a year.  We learned all the great places to hang out and watched as the skate park was built and other changes came to the area.

Mark and I would frequently take a weekend to go to the Oregon Coast.  Having clam chowder at Mo's restaurant was always part of the trip to the Cannon Beach.  Flying kites and walking around town and just enjoying sitting at the waves edge and rehydrating. 

XXX
Mo's selfie

The most amazing vacation ever was our trip in Spring of 2015 to the Holy Land with Craig and Sandy Ostler and many Weiss and Owen family members.  We had a glorious experience that has impacted my daily scripture reading.  As someone else pointed out, now I can almost see in “Technicolor” the locations where ancient historical events took place where before I saw only “black and white”.

XXX
Pic. from Israel.


While a vacation is supposed to be a stress free time, it can become stressful, as pointed out in this article:
http://www.deseretnews.com/article/765676841/How-to-keep-your-dream-vacation-from-becoming-a-nightmare.html
James Fang, M.D., is a cardiologist with University of Utah Health Care. Fang’s best advice for vacations?
“Take more of them,” he said. “Vacations relieve stress. They’re good for relationships, and that is good for the heart.
They’re also great for everyone’s mental health. We could all use more vacations. You just have to be careful about overindulging, overeating and overdoing it physically.”

And so our lovely vacation to the Northwest ends.  I am thankful for our little Coleman tent trailer that sits beside our house reminding us to take another break and go camping up Logan Canyon!

XXX  Lil Bull

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Cemetery Treasure Hunt (Salt Lake City Cemetery)


Salt Lake City Cemetery Treasure Hunt

In the Book of Mormon-Another Testament of Jesus Christ, there is a most comforting passage found in Alma:

And then shall it come to pass, that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow.
Alma 40:12

I have always loved cemeteries.  I love the peace I feel as I walk the sacred ground dedicated to the memory of those who have been laid to rest.  

The Salt Lake City Cemetery is one of my favorite places to visit.  (Another day and we can talk about Centerville, Logan, Enterprise, and Heber City Cemeteries.)  Located at the NE corner of 4th Avenue and “N” Street, this is 250 acres of peace located within the busy city.  (Directions:  Take South Temple to 900 East, turn left on “N” Street and go four blocks.)

Approximately 120,000 persons are buried in the cemetery.  It contains 9 1⁄2 miles of roads. It is the largest city-operated cemetery in the United States.  The first burial was two months after the Mormon pioneers had settled the Salt Lake Valley.

I wanted to create personal family tour of some of my favorite places in the cemetery.  I tried to make the voices of dead “speak from the dust” with brief self-descriptions.  Maybe you can feel of the sacrifices they made during their lives so that we could enjoy the opportunities we do in the present.

The attached map of the Salt Lake City Cemetery is marked with the general location of all the following persons. 

Also below you will find a “Cemetery Treasure Hunt” that can easily be adapted to all ages.  Make a plan to enjoy any day at the cemetery, not just Memorial Day!

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Eleven of the Presidents of the LDS Church are buried in the Salt Lake City Cemetery along with many other church leaders.

·      Gordon B. Hinckley  (LDS President 1995-2008) -I was the prophet just before Thomas S. Monson. I oversaw the building of the Conference Center, the remodeling of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, and the building of 100 temples in celebration of the Savior's birth in the year 2000. 
·      L. Tom Perry -I was an apostle for 43 years.  I was very tall and the oldest living apostle for many years.  I was also a friend of Maxine Moulton (later Owen) while in Japan during World War II.  We wrote letters to each other. Some of the biography written by my son used those letters as source material. 
Spencer W. Kimball (LDS President 1973-1985)- I was the prophet when the Priesthood was given to all worthy males .  Lengthen Your Stride  and Do It were my mottos. I was short of stature but blessed with great energy.
David O. McKay (LDS President 1951-1970)-I was the prophet during the early years of the lives of Mark Weiss and Cyndy Owen.  I emphasized Family Home Evening.  My hair was white and people said I “looked like a prophet”. 
·      Truman O. Angell -I was the architect of the Salt Lake Temple, Beehive House, Lion House, and Eagle Gate.  I served as Church Architect for many years.  My son worked on the Logan Temple.  I helped build the Kirtland Temple and helped William Weeks work on the Nauvoo Temple.
·      W. W. Phelps-I was the church printer.  I composed the hymn Praise to the Man and other church hymns. 
·      William Clayton-I was the church historian and clerk to Joseph Smith and later Brigham Young. I kept a journal most of my life.   I was in the first company to arrive in Utah in 1847.  On the way, I wrote the hymn, Come, Come Ye Saints.
·      Willard Richards-I was an apostle and was with the Prophet Joseph in the Carthage Jail when he was murdered by the mob.  I came to Utah in 1847.   I was the first editor of the Deseret News.  I was a Second Counselor to Brigham Young and served as recorder and historian from 1842-54.
·      Ellis Reynolds Shipp- I was one of the first female doctors in Utah.  I delivered over 6,000 babies and trained and licensed 500 midwives.  I founded the School of Nursing and Obstetrics in 1879.   


Chase ancestors are buried in what was the “old” part of the cemetery.
·      Isaac Chase (Father Chase)-I was 57 years old when I came to Utah in the "Big Company" in 1847.  I worked with my son, George, to build one of the first flour mills in the valley.  Liberty Park is where we built our adobe home.  It still stands along with the mill.  We then moved to Centerville and had a home in Salt Lake across from where the Harmon’s Grocery store is today.  Brigham Young was my son-in-law and a business partner.  
·      Phebe Chase-During the early days, I baked 15 loves of bread in my over-sized dutch oven.  I used flour that I swept up from the mill to make the bread.  Many who were hungry who would come to our door in the early days.  I was a good friend of Eliza R. Snow and we came to Utah in the same pioneer company in 1847.  She wrote a poem for me just before I died.
·      Clarissa (Ross) Young-My father died when I was young and then Isaac Chase married my mother.  I was married to Brigham Young while in Nauvoo.  I was his 7th wife.  After having four children, I died at the young age of 44 years and my dear sister wife, Zina Huntington Young, raised my children.  Some thought I was buried in an unmarked grave, but in fact I am currently buried in the B-4 section.  
·      Harriett Louisa “Lib” Chase McLaughlin-I was only 13 when we came to Salt Lake Valley in October 1847.  One of our 5 wagons was the last to enter the Valley that year.  I helped drive the oxen of the wagon that carried the grinding stones for the mill in what is now known as Liberty Park.  We also brought our organ with us!  It is in the DUP museum. 

Weiss ancestors are buried in the Congregation Montefiore Cemetery.
·      Max (Michael) Weiss-I came from Russia (Poland) to America to make a better life for my family.  We were persecuted because we were Jews.  I was a merchant and moved to Salt Lake City when I saw there was great opportunity there.  
·      Annie (Hannah) Weiss-I came to America 8 years after my husband did and brought our four sons. After living for a while in Vernal, UT, I really wanted to be close to the Synagogue, so Max built me a home in Salt Lake City.  
·      Abe (Abraham) Weiss-I came to America when I was a young boy and settled in Roosevelt, UT.  I helped my father, Max, build up a successful hardware business.   I died shortly after my wife’s death.
·      Lizzie Weiss-I got to know Abe when he was in Vernal and Roosevelt.  Our fathers were friends.  We were married in the Montefiore Synagogue.  I died young leaving my husband to care for our two children, Arthur and Rose.  After Abe died during the flu epidemic, the children went to live with their grandparents, Max and Annie Weiss.

Moulton and Owen ancestors are buried near 445 North between 980 E. and Wasatch Ave.
·      James Austin Owen (1921-1979)- I was the first member of the LDS church in my family.  I joined while in the Army.  I met my wife at BYU.  I taught seminary for 4 years in Burley, Idaho. After I had polio, I decided to become a Chiropractic Physician and we moved to Portland, Oregon to attend college there.  I loved America and fought for freedom as a founding member of TOLD (Title of Liberty Defenders).  I was young when I died at the age of 58.  
·      Maxine Moulton Owen (1922-2015)- I was the 5th of 11 children born in Heber City, Utah.  I was sick when I was young.  I played the saxophone and sang with my sisters.  I was married in the Salt Lake City Temple.  When my husband, Jim, was in the Veteran’s Hospital with polio, we would drive to the park overlooking the cemetery and the city.  We had many talks at that location, never thinking we would both be buried so near that beautiful spot.  I was mother to 9 children. I helped put my husband through Chiropractic College.  I loved to learn and helped build a home in Leeds, UT.  I married LaVarr Webb after Jim’s death. I lived a long, happy life and died at age 92.  
·      Hyrum Chase Moulton-I was a plumber.  After settling in Heber City, I added onto our home and remodeled it to make room for our ever growing family.  I loved my eleven beautiful children.  I became a Ford auto dealer and ran a gas station.  During the 1930’s we moved from Heber to Salt Lake City and I returned to plumbing work.  I loved to dance and we often hosted parties at our home on 9th East.  
·      Lillian Cummings Moulton -  I was an organist from the time I was eight years old.   I attended BY Academy and studied music.  I married “Chase” and eventually became the mother of 11 children.  We had to be organized to get all our work done.  My laundry would hang from the pulley out from the porch early on Monday mornings.  I was so happy to get an automatic washing machine!
·      Duane Moulton-I was Maxine’s younger brother.  I served a mission to the South Pacific.  I was in the US Army during the Korean War.  I loved researching family history.  I never married, but was involved in the Univ. of Utah LDS Institute of Religion for many years.  I was out hiking one September day in 1985 and sat down by a tree and died in the cold.
·      Rex Moulton-I was Maxine’s younger brother and helped her whenever I could.  I traveled to Leeds, Utah to help the Owen family frame their house. When our children were younger, we went to New Zealand and helped build church meetinghouses.

Other Pioneer families:
·      John Griffiths-I was a leader of the LDS branch in Liverpool England for 15 years.  I came to Utah because of the Perpetual Emigration Funds.  I watched two of my sons, ages 9 and 11, die in Wyoming.  I lived long enough to arrive in the Salt Lake Valley on Nov. 30, 1856, but died during the night and was buried the next day, Dec. 1st here in the Salt Lake City, Cemetery.  My daughters Margaret Griffiths (Clegg) and Jane Eleanor Griffiths (Fullmer), ages 16 and 8,  would survive the trek and grow up in Zion.   [Note:  John Griffiths is not found on the Utah Burial database, but he is buried on the east side of Main street about 1/2 way between 310 N and 350 North.  
·      Elizabeth Griffiths Webb Keddington-I was a pioneer in the 1856 Martin handcart company.  I watched my two step-sons die as we pulled our handcarts to Salt Lake.  John Griffiths, my husband, died during the night after we arrived in Salt Lake.   Our family was split up after our arrival.  Eventually I helped Jane, youngest daughter of John Griffiths.  Margaret was 16 when she went to live with the Clegg family. For many years we didn't see each other.
Matilda Wells Streeper-I was the mother of seven children.  My oldest daughter, Josephine, married George Ogden Chase.   My son, William Henry Streeper, was the last surviving  Pony Express rider and also helped rescue the handcart pioneers in the Willie and Martin Companies.   William and Josephine both settled in Centerville, UT.  After my husband died, I married Erastus F. Snow, an apostle.  I was one of his six wives.
Wilkinson Streeper-I came from Philadelphia, PA and my family is originally from Germany.  We joined the church in Pennsylvania in and came to Nauvoo in 1843 to be with the Saints.   We were forced out of our home by the mobs and moved to St. Louis.  I worked in St. Louis and finally left in 1850 to go west. We stayed the winter in Council Bluffs, Iowa and left in the spring of 1851 arriving in Salt Lake Valley in 1851.  I died five years later.  My headstone has a most interesting tree of life carved into it. 

Interesting Sites
·      Matthew Stanford Robison-I was confined to a wheelchair most of my life.  I died when I was only eleven years old.  I am now free from earthly burden. The wheelchair headstone is a way my parents used of showing what Alma taught (Alma 40:12).
·      Orrin Porter Rockwell- I was the bodyguard of Joseph Smith and later of Brigham Young.   I came to Utah with the first company in 1847.  I served as the Deputy Marshall for the State of Deseret.  
 Archer Walters-I was a carpenter from England.  I came with the first handcart company (Ellsworth) that came in 1856.  I said, "I would give my life if I could reach the Valley of the Mountains in the Land of Zion, with my family, that they may grow up under the influence of the Gospel of Christ."  My wife and five children survived, but 12 days after we arrived in Salt Lake, I died from dysentery. I have an unusual wooden headstone. 
·      Zuni Pueblo Native Americans-We were in the American Southwest long before the Mormon Pioneers arrived.  Some of our bodies were found in Box Elder County.  For many years our remains were buried in the basement of the Utah Museum of Natural History.  We were reburied here in a mass grave in 2008 in a special ceremony.
Christmas Box Angel-I am mentioned in the book The Christmas Box by Richard Paul Evans.   I am a memorial to all that children that have passed away while young.


****For a Cemetery Treasure Hunt*****

You could be teamed up in family groups or teams of 2 children with 2 older adults. You can drive to an area, park and then using the map you can find as many of the items you can during a 45 minute to one hour treasure hunt. 

Find the headstones of some of the people listed above.
You can either make a crayon or chalk stone rubbing or take a photo to show you have been there.
           
Points redeemed for different prizes to be provided:
                        Ancestors Headstones-                     20 points each
                        Prophets and Leaders stones-         10 points each
                        Interesting headstones-                   5 points each
                        Symbols-(see list below)                  5 points each
                        Epitaphs-Write them out                 10 points each.

                       
See if you can find these symbols carved into headstones:
            Lamb
            Temple
            Cross
            Star of David (6 pointed star)
            Heart
            Angels
            Flags
            A person’s picture
            Birds
            Mountains
            Praying hands
           
Write a verse of scripture you find on the headstones: 



Write your favorite “epitaph” here:



If you find someone with your birthday or who died on your birthday, write his/her name here:



Find someone whose headstone is written in a different language:





Find someone who was born in a country outside of the United States:




Other interesting things that you noticed during your “treasure hunt”:

Monday, July 6, 2015

Mothers and Fathers and the Fire of Testimony







I have been thinking lately about the roles of mothers and fathers.  As the Supreme Court of the United States redefines marriage and family, I have thought about the role of my mother and my father and the influence they have had in my life.  I wondered, how did the parenting styles of their parents affect their own parenting?

James and Maxine Owen Family

My mother was a quiet person.  She was friendly and kind to all, but didn’t like to be out in front or speaking from the pulpit.  One time we were in the Wasatch County Daughters of the Utah Pioneer Museum.  There was a red velvet pulpit similar to one in the Heber City 2nd Ward meetinghouse where the Moulton family attended when she was a girl.  

Hyrum and Lillian Moulton Children.  Maxine is in black in the middle.

 She told us how she was assigned to give the “Sacrament Gem” as a young girl.  She worked hard to memorize the short scripture during the week.  That Sunday morning she got up to the red pulpit and totally froze.  She couldn’t remember what she was to say.  I can’t remember what happened next but t hat paralyzing fear remained with her for most of her life.  She would prefer that others take the “limelight” and she would work hard in the background.

My father, on the other hand, was very gregarious and outgoing.  He taught the Sunday School Gospel Doctrine class for years and always enjoyed visiting with people.  He gladly took the leadership in the home and mom was totally content to play a supportive role.

Dad had been an LDS Seminary Teacher for the first four years of their marriage.  He delighted in sharing Gospel truths as a Stake missionary.  He also desired to be a “missionary to his family” and taught his children well.  
Black 3 ring binder like the ones we used as chldren.
I remember when I was about 15 years of age, all nine of the children had black notebooks where we wrote down our questions and kept notes of our Sunday discussions.  We would have “Gospel Question and Answer Time” when we could Dad ask anything. He would teach us from the scriptures the answers to our Gospel questions as he understood them.  I think I first became comfortable with the idea the scriptures had answers to most of my important questions in that setting.
I actually have little black 3 ring notebooks that were kept by both my Dad and Mom. Here they made collections of important gospel quotes and inspirational ideas they cherished through the years.  
Elder Boyd K. Packer taught:
 “Keep the fire of your testimony of the restored gospel and your witness of our Redeemer burning so brightly that our children can warm their hands by the fire of your faith.”  -President Boyd K. Packer, "The Golden Years"




I felt the fire of the faith of my parents.  Not all nine of their children have remained “true to the truths that our parents have cherished.” Individual moral agency we each exercise has played into the choice all the children made to live according to the teachings we were taught in our youth, but we were all well taught.

It is a tribute to our parents that we saw them try to live the teachings of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  Life in a big family is rather chaotic at best, but we were taught these gospel living patterns:

Attending church meetings each Sunday together as a family
Family scripture study
Family Home Evening on Monday nights
Family Prayer each night before family dinner
Monthly family testimony meetings
James A. Owen-the teacher.

In the Old Testament, the Prophet Jeremiah said of the Gospel message:  "his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay" Jeremiah 20:7-9).  That was my Dad, always talking of Gospel truth.

Jeremiah-Prophet of the Old Testament

As I look back, I can better understand the great effort it took to pull off these regular family religious practices.  It wasn’t by chance that we did these things, it was a choice made by parents who were striving to live the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  It took the leadership of a father and the support of a mother. 

So now we live in a day when the choices are not so simple.  Our grandchildren will have to separate God’s Law from Man’s Law in the areas of abortion and same sex marriage and other social trends. 

I like to think that my ancestors, like Mom and Dad, did their best in raising their children in the paths of Gospel truth. 
It is from the mothers and the fathers that we learned to pray and walk uprightly. 
It is from the mothers and the fathers that we learned to work. 
It is from the mothers and the fathers that we learn obedience. 
It is from the mothers and the fathers that we learned how to parent our own children.

I am thankful for the patterns my mother and father set for their children. They likely learned these patterns from their own faithful parents.  Mom and Dad lived their deeply held beliefs.  Indeed, we warmed our hands by the fire of their faith.  
LDS Apostle Boyd K. Packer  1924-2015
 Boyd K. Packer said it best:  

 “Keep the fire of your testimony of the restored gospel and your witness of our Redeemer burning so brightly that our children can warm their hands by the fire of your faith.”