Monday, March 19, 2018

Genealogy Tapestry

Sheri made this for me for Christmas one year.  I hung it on the wall, then used is as a desk mat for many years.  It is not totally accurate, because Mark's DOB is written differently than everyone else's.  His birthday is 1/12/87.  Natalia is 10/17/85, Mark, Jeremy 10/18/89, Charity 11/1/90.  Billy Boy was 12/9/84.  Our other three children were not yet born, Miranda 2/16/93  Caleb 5/19/95 and Tony 2/8/2007.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Sweetwater Crossing: poem by Sephen E. Robinson

Sweetwater Crossing(November 4, 1856) By Stephen E. Robinson

Ensign October 2014

So many miles, and such a shallow stream, but wet and
Wide with sticky mud.1 And this time there was snow and ice.
Not ice enough to cross2 on, like the miracle at Nauvoo.
Another miracle was needed here; and perhaps a sacrifice.

With wagons, clothing, food,3 and fire for loved ones yet unknown,
Men and boys from Zion climbed their mountains through the frost
To find the stranded pioneers, exhausted on the prairie and
Dying in November’s snows, with the Sweetwater still to cross.

Their clothes were rent; their strength was spent; they’d eaten belts and shoes.
Hundreds there were winter-bound with no hope that they might rally;
It would take a bridge of living flesh, willingly laid down,
To save the souls at Devil’s Gate and bring them to the Valley.

Then the Valley boys, some beardless, brave, saw no other way.
The young men knew what they must do—saw what was required,
And carried, ferried, the weak and sick across the freezing water,
Crossed and recrossing, crossed again. Crossed, though chilled and tired.

And as the young men waded, bearing on their strong, warm backs
Their loads of tired flesh, of fathers, mothers, children, wives,4
Ignored the pain, the chills like nails in freezing hands and feet,
They crossed for love—and Jesus’ sake—and offered life for lives.5

And while from Devil’s Gate all crossed to the shelter of the Cove,
Like lambs born in too-early spring, the young men shivered and they froze,
Bearing scores of pilgrim strangers, the least of all the pioneers,6
Who had pushed their carts and their poor hearts till both broke7 in winter’s snows.

That cold and lonely river was once the crossroads of the world,
Where works of faith met gifts of grace at the continent’s divide.
God there poured out his mercy on both the saviors and the saved,
And those who crossed and washed8 in that sweet Water never died.
  1. 1. 
    On the surface, this poem is about crossing the Sweetwater River. The symbolic subtext, however, is the Atonement of Jesus Christ and how He bore the weight of the whole human family on His shoulders, as symbolized by the young rescuers who carried pioneers across the freezing river.
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    The word cross is used 12 times in the title and the text of the poem. The repetition is intentional. The willing sacrifice of the young men delivers the souls from “Devil’s” Gate across the water to their salvation.
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    In relation to the first two lines of this stanza, seeIsaiah 22:23–24, where it is prophesied that the Messiah, “as a nail in a sure place,” will bear all the weight of His Father’s house.
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    Historical note: While the rescuers did offer their lives, no one actually perished in the Sweetwater crossing.
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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Genealogy Shirt

This shirt I received for Christmas over a year ago, and it has been accurate, except for one little mistake, Elliot is older than Skylar.  The other is Bubba Jr. is actually Todd Wardle, he hadn't yet been born.  We have a pattern in our family, my sons have sons and my daughters have daughters.  This has worked for eight sons and three daughters.  Charity is announcing that according to the recent ultrasound she will be breaking the pattern.  They are expecting a son in August. 

Sunday, January 28, 2018

My Mom and I: Common Activity

My mom would often play for me as I sang.  During primary days a common song I sand was "I Wonder When He Comes Again" and in High School it was "My Task."  I enjoyed singing both those songs.  When I was at the Boys Ranch she played for me then as well.  This was for a Christmas program.  I sang "Long Time Ago in Bethlehem."  I know there have been other songs through the years.  Often she would just play and I would sing.  It was fun.  At one point my mom attempted to teach me to play the piano.  If I had been a better student, I would be more proficient.  My mom would later play for almost ten years at the Logan Temple.  Now they have programmed songs, but she would play whenever she had a chance.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Uncle Norval and Family

back row Aunt Delsa, I think Michael and Uncle Norval
front row I think my sister Dianna and Bobbie.
This picture was taken when we visited Uncle Norval and Aunt Delsa in Ames, Iowa.  Norval is the son of William Haston Wardle.  He was living in Iowa teaching at the university.  He was a safety engineer.  This was likely 1967.