It's a Utah thing, and it's also a thing I love. July 24th is the day the first company of Mormon pioneers entered the Salt Lake Valley. I've known that and it has mattered to me for as long as I can remember. A lot of my ancestors crossed the plains. I don't know the privations they dealt with, but I know I love not camping so I don't think it was a very fun time.
I appreciate the sacrifices they made and the faith they held onto and passed on.
When I feel like things are hard or hopeless, thinking of them helps me. I sit up straighter when I remember the hard things they endured. They probably didn't realize their lives would bolster their several great granddaughter many years later.
A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they shall never sit. Greek Proverb
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Did you see the picture on facebook of our brothers on Pioneer Day at a Wells Primary activity? I'll email it to you.
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