Yikes! Me and Technology

I should have been done posting about my road trip, but I'm having a hard time - can't seem to get my pictures to download.  I've had some other big breaks in trying to post earlier this year because Picasa (where I put my pictures) updated and I didn't know how to use it. I was so frustrated, but I clicked around enough and finally got the hang it.  Now the problem is either our computer or camera, but more likely - ME.  My lack of ability is probably influencing the situation more than anything else.  I just need to set aside some time to try and deal with it and time is hard to come by these days.

Anyway, I had been putting some pictures together this summer as a catch-up post.  I was working on this before the trek and way before I ever thought I'd head out on a road trip to Utah, but this will have to suffice for now.

I'm still here.  I worked most of summer school during August and yesterday was my first day working in the new school year.  Hopefully I'll get this figured out soon.  These pictures are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what we've been up to in the last six months.

Sister Ibarra and Sister Reynders
were introduced for the first time on Temple Square
by our friend Trenton.  It was a fun encounter.

Tommy with friends at the Mormon Helping Hands
service project last April.
They worked at Grace Resources

Cassie and her three youngest
surprised us by coming home from Puerto Rico in April.
Ruben and Jeremiah followed about a month later.

Tommy and the gang at Mormon Night at Dodger Stadium.

Shooting - Tom's latest hobby
How come I just keep posting pictures of Tommy?
Oh yeah, he's the only one getting photos.

Scott, Tom, Sam, and Bill
We had a bit of a reunion this summer.
Bill's family and the Reynders came to visit.
The guys made a trip to Magic Mountain one day.

The week before Hugh and I went on the trek,
Tommy went on a trek.
The Young Adults went with the Lancaster East Stake.
The Young Adults had the option of
just coming up for part of the time
because so many work, go to school, etc.
Tom was there for the whole thing.
He went on a trek as a youth
when he was 14-years old.
8 years later he's doing it again.
He loves the trek.
The YA group made up nicknames.
Tommy grew out his Texas Chops (major sideburns)
for the event, hence, his name was "Chops."

My brother and his wife with their son, Robert.
Bob finished medical school this summer.
He's doing his residency in Kansas City in neurology.

My other nephew David, and his wife and family
moved to Missouri to start a doctorate program
in physical therapy.
They made stops
along the way to their final destination.
Happily they came to see us for a day.

2nd Cousins

This picture is blurry and a little weird,

"Someone is going to break a leg!"

But it also shows all the fun the cousins were having.

Cassie's four boys were jumping and jumping and jumping,

with Ryan (my niece's oldest son) off our garden wall.

Annie and her family came visiting in August

after living in Australia for about a year.

It was so good to see them and they saw my

dad too, of course.  As always - so fun for the cousins!

"No one needs to feel alone
on the road to life,
for we are all invited to come unto Christ
and be perfected in Him."

Elder Benjamin De Hoyos
"True Happiness:  A Conscious Decision"
Ensign, November 2005

Back From "Mormonville"

Salt Lake City Temple

That's what my friend, Lisa, calls it - Mormonville, referring to our road trip to Utah.  We left September 6th and got back yesterday September 12th - 7 days.  Since when do I go on a road trip, let alone with a girlfriend?  Well it happened and I'll be doing a series of posts like I did with the trek.  I'm glad to be home and getting back in the swing of things.  We had a great time.  It was a fun and needed respite.

Description of the experience when Brigham Young entered the Salt Lake Valley:

When we came out of the cañon into full view of the valley, I turned the side of my carriage around, open to the west, and President Young arose from his bed and took a survey of the country. While gazing on the scene before us, he was enwrapped in vision for several minutes. He had seen the valley before in vision, and upon this occasion he saw the future glory of Zion and of Israel, as they would be, planted in the valleys of these mountains. When the vision had passed, he said: "It is enough. This is the right place. Drive on." 

[Wilford Woodruff, in The Utah Pioneers (Salt Lake City: Deseret News Printing and Publishing Establishment, 1880), 23; quoted in B. H. Roberts, A Comprehensive History of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Century One, 6 vols. (Salt Lake City: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 1930), 3:224]

Why the TREK?

Hughie looking out on the meadow.

It makes one pause to wonder why Hugh and I were asked to serve as a Ma and Pa on the trek.  We were older and me heavier.  We both felt we should go when asked.  We had six months to prepare and during that preparation Hugh had a bad bout with his knee and I with my back, but we made it.  We exercised, we walked. I also went to my chiropractor and allergist to be ready.  We felt prepared, but in spite of our preparation we know God helped us.  It's the only way we could have done it.  We only did four days, nothing compared to what the Saints had to travel and endure.  We were happy to serve and prayed we'd be able to do it and we did.

Hugh and I were both inspired by the youth.  They had such good attitudes in participating in this event.  No doubt they gained some understanding of the pioneer Saints and what they went through.  I feel my life is so easy in comparison to the pioneers.  I woke up that first morning after walking ten miles and prayed with such earnestness that I could endure yet another day.  I did.  I thought about my prayers at home.  I'm certainly not earnest in my pleas like I should be in my everyday living and I have had plenty to be earnest about in gratitude and help.  I think my prayers are better because of the trek experience.

I couldn't keep up with my family on the trail.  I felt like I turned into some pioneer ornament on the trek.  Surely they had the infirmed who lagged behind, but I just kept going just like I'm sure those of old did.  I lost a toenail and have had a necessary week of recuperation.  I've started exercising again and I notice that I'm stronger than when I left - physically and spiritually.  The benefits have definitely been worth it.  Maybe I need to go on another trek?  I'm sure I have more to learn, but then I've learned my life is a trek.  Here I go!  Forging onward!

"They, the builders of the nation,
Blazing trails along the way;
Steppingstones for generations
Were their deeds of everyday.
Building new and firm foundations,
Pushing on the wild frontier,
Forging onward, ever onward,
Blessed, honored Pioneer!"

Hymn #36 - verse 1
Text: Ida R. Alldredge
Music:  Alfred M. Durham

More Trek

All the Ma's and Pa's

Every morning we had a Ma and Pa meeting
to review the day and to receive counsel.

Our trail boss, Brother Sauer.
He and President Silva guided us on horseback.

A place to hang your hat.

Devoted Sisters
Six of our eight kids had other family members on the trek.
This is Elizabeth's "real" sister who was in a different family.
They'd get together when they had a chance.

Dallin's father served as Pa Mackay.
They had a chance to visit during our break
before our last leg of the trek.

Trek Sisters

Mealtime.
We fixed all our own meals,
but two - our first and last on the trail.
Our cook station provided the food and the recipe.
Everyone pitched in and helped.
Oatmeal
Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwiches
Chicken Stew
Fried Potatoes, Sausage, and Eggs
Beef Stew
Hardtack Biscuits
We didn't starve.
Lots of snacks and fruit too.
I gained three pounds on the trek.  I hope it's muscle.

Not much time to relax - we were so busy.
The hammock was a hit during leisure minutes.

Music was part of the trek everyday.
Mostly the kids sang as they walked.
I heard a bit in the evening too as the day would winding down.
Our Sunday meetings had music too
with all of us singing
or as pictured above,
a special musical number.

"Lord I Would Follow Thee"
Hymn No. 220 - 1st verse
Text:  Susan Evan McCloud
Music:  K. Newell Dayley
Savior, may I learn to love thee,
Walk the path that thou hast shown.
Pause to help and lift another,
Finding strength beyond my own.
Savior may I learn to love thee-
Lord, I would follow thee.

Ready to move on.

Trek - Day 4

Gathering at the Cook's Place - Brother Sherman and all

Before heading into our
"entering the Great Salt Lake Valley experience,"

we were fed, muffins, hot coco, and fruit.

It was our chilliest morning yet, but it warmed up quick

 We also got some final photos.

104 youth
13 sets of Ma's and Pa's
Two on horseback
and a slew of support
to pull off the cooking, water, first aid,
and all the activities - AMAZING!

The Blair Family,
loaded up and ready to head out.

We walked for quite a while
and then we had a final break to say some closing words.
I ended our journey with this excerpt:

"Henry Clegg Jr. was a finisher.  He joined the Church with his family when the first LDS missionaries went to Preston, England.  Henry had a view of his destination in his mind as he and his wife, Hannah, and their two young boys immigrated to Utah.  Henry left his older parents, who were too feeble to make such a long and arduous journey, knowing he would never see them again.

"While crossing the plains, Hannah contracted cholera and died.  She was laid to rest in an unmarked grave.  The company then moved on, and at six in the evening, Henry's youngest son also died.  Henry retraced his steps to Hannah's grave, placed his young son in his wife's arms, and reburied the two of them together.  Henry then had to return to the wagon train, now five miles away.  Suffering from cholera himself, Henry described his condition as being at death's door while realizing he still had a thousand miles to walk.  Amazingly he continued forward, putting one foot in front of the other.  He stopped writing in his journal for several weeks after losing his dear Hannah and little son.  I was struck with the words he used when he did start writing again:  "Still moving."

"When he finally reached the gathering place of the Saints, he began a new family.  He kept the faith.  He continued his story.  Most remarkably, his heartache over the burial of his sweetheart and son gave birth to our family's legacy of moving forward, of finishing.

". . . All faithful modern-day pioneers are learning.  With the Lord, nothing is impossible, but we each have to finish our own story.  He sends His Spirit, we call out encouragement to each other, but we have to keep [moving] and accepting new challenges to the end of our own story.  "Still walking" [with faith in every footstep] is the fundamental requirement in the journey of life.  He wants us to finish well.  He wants us to come back to Him.  I pray that each of our stories will end in the presence of our Heavenly Father and His son, our Savior Jesus Christ, the authors and finishers of our faith."

Gayle M. Clegg

"The Finished Story"

Ensign, May 2004

Testimonies,

good-byes,

and a final round of hugs

from Ma and Pa Blair,

and we're off.

"FINISH YOUR STORY"

Banners, people, cheers, and food greeted us.

We made it!
Ma and Pa Blair with PJ

Time to unload.

Greeted by friends and family we had a yummy meal.
After packing the truck we drove down the mountain
and headed home.

Before we got home we stopped by the Smith's house.
Sam was there ready to leave for Scout camp.
We said our good-byes.
With Scout camp and Trek we are 11 days apart.

Trek - PLAY'N

"All work and no play

makes Jack a dull boy."

Old Proverb

Late in the afternoon of the 3rd day, the stake set up some optional activities. There was the opportunity to go back to the Black-powder area to shoot, and they had other competitive activities like horseshoes, two-man saw, tomahawk throw, etc. Some of our kids went and checked out a few things, but most chose to stay close to our camp.

The Blair's getting ready for a friendly tug-of-war competition
with our neighboring family, The McFarland's.

Blair's WON!
We had another competition - boys against the girls.
I might be slow on the trail,
but I knew my weight could come in handy here.
When the girls were starting to lose ground I jumped in.
I landed flat on my back, but we won! (No photo on that one.)

Swings are good.

Kalie

Dallin taking a break.
Everyone took a turn on the hammock.
Alec even tried to sleep in it one night, but it got too cold.

A spontaneous game of Missionary Tag
Something we played with the McFarland family  many times.

Throwing knives - YIKES!

We also had a rope game we played in camp a lot,
but again - no photo!

Just talking and resting was a great pass time.
We enjoyed each others company.

A few relatives made a point to stop by too.
Rachel with her dad.

Trek - Day 3

"God grant us the desire to want to win the greatest of all the gifts He has given His children—the gift of life eternal. May God bless us that we will understand our potential, that we will learn and grow and develop an understanding of our heritage and determine to preserve those great gifts that have been given to us as His children. I bear my solemn witness that God lives, that Jesus is the Christ, and that His way will lead us to life eternal."

Elder L. Tom Perry

"The Strength of Our Heritage"

Ensign, July 2012

No walking today,
but we still remembered the pioneers
on a Thursday with a
"kind of" Sabbath day agenda.

Waiting for Sunday morning Relief Society meeting to start.
The boys had a Priesthood meeting too
and then joined us for Sunday School.

Our family, ready for Sunday School.

Blanket - check,
Scriptures - check,
Journal - check,
Letter from home - check

2-hour solo time

After dinner,
all headed to the big sandbar across the meadow
for testimony meeting.

Gathering for our meeting at 6 p.m.

Three hours of testimonies.
Youth telling how the Trek made a difference.
They are truly modern-day pioneers.

Sharing a Pioneer Legacy

Trek - Day 2

The McFarland family were our friendly neighbors throughout the trek. They were always next to us - camping and walking, plus we rotated through the 2nd day activities together in the afternoon.

On the rocks at our campsite,
McFarland girls and Clay.

Packing up - getting ready to head out.

After a few hours of walking up and down and all around again. Brother Thacker galloped through our company calling attention in his military garb. We stopped and gathered as he reported to us that the US government needed assistance in fighting the Mexican War. Dare I say, the same US government who did not come to the aid of the Saints when they were being persecuted; not to mention Gov. Bogg's extermination order; not to mention the Saints were leaving the boundaries of the United States in the hope to find a home and peace. Even so, we believe in obeying the laws of the land. Brigham Young made it perfectly clear that 500 men should join the ranks. The Saints badly needed the money to continue their journey to safety. They were also promised by a prophet of God, if the men would join the Mormon Battalion that none would die in battle - none did.

Brother Thacker playing the part with his call to arms.

The guys marching off, two by two.

Up on the hill they settled in and received a presentation

on the Mormon Battalion from Brother Thacker.

The girls received a presentation from Sister Thacker
on how women many times had to pull the handcarts alone.

Heading out on the Women's Pull.
McFarland's ahead of us.

Kalie's mom jumped in to help our group.
Smiling faces here, but people were crying
and exhausted by the time they got to the top of the hill.

It was a rigorous event and everyone felt tested.  After a period of struggling the girls ended up pulling together on each handcart to get them up the hill.  The boys eventually joined in, but were instructed that they could not talk or touch the handcart.  They moved rocks out of the way, they took the water jugs off the carts and carried them, including the water jug holders which were very heavy.  Some even grabbed the ropes and pushed the handcart with sticks all avoiding the actual touching of the cart.

This part of the trek was referred to as the Women's Pull, but one boy, later in the testimony meeting, referred to it as the Men's Wait.  It was hard on the guys too. After marching up that hill and having pushed and pulled the handcarts miles by that point; they were astonished to think that the girls were going to push those handcarts up that very hill alone.  It ended up being like a giant pondering path as everyone quietly struggled, working together, and praying to get up that hill.  It was all I could do to get my own body up the hill, but even I ended up pushing the handcart a bit.  The hill was so steep.

Lots of drinks and taking a break after the pull.

The guys didn't want the girls in our family to help after their marathon effort in the Women's Pull,

 but the girls wouldn't stand for it.  They were happy to be altogether again doing their share.

Uphill . . .

 and . . . Downhill



In the strength of the Lord,
I can do all things.
(based on Alma 20:4)
Elaine S. Dalton,
"Return to Virtue"
Ensign,  November 2008


We went about 5 miles that morning. 
After setting up camp,
we rotated through a series of eight activities.

1st - The Blacksmith
Instruction:  Brother Alvey

Haun's Mill - boys working together
Instruction:  President and Sister Silva

President Silva and our boys - always encouraging.

The Moulton Family - Following the Spirit
Instruction:  Brother and Sister Reed
The kids were blindfolded.  They had to LISTEN to be guided

Always time to think about each of our activities.
What should I learn from this?
How can I apply this in my daily life?

Pa Blair taking his turn with Black-powder
Instruction:  Brother Morgan, Brother Thacker, and Brother Sauer

Crossing the Plains
Instruction:  Brother and Sister Price

Picking out rocks, spacing rocks, walking, and balancing;
again, working together.

Quilting
Instruction:  Sister Bascom and Sister Heggam

Cooking
Instruction:  Sister Sauer
The kids made butter . . .

and then put it on their fried scones with honey.
YUM!

Rescue
Instruction:  Brother Chronis

Working together, figuring it out.

Haley (from the McFarland family)
to the rescue!

Later that night after dinner they had a Hoedown.  (I didn't get any pictures.)  Everyone learned the Virginia Reel and did some western line dancing.  It wasn't long, but they kicked up some dust and then headed to bed.  We were all feeling relieved knowing we didn't have to walk anywhere in the morning.