January 20th will always be a significant day in EZ’s Multiple Myeloma history. You can read all about it in my post from 2014 by going to the link here.I couldn’t let this day slip by without reminiscing. January 20, 2010 was when we first met EZ’s …
Sister Mary Alice was getting annoyed with me. I was attending catechism at the behest of my mother, a devout Catholic. The nun was trying to get through one of the many allegories aimed at shaping our impressionable minds, and ultimately, our morals. She had just told us that heaven was a wonderful place where […]
I am not a spiritual person. I am not actually sure what a ‘spiritual person’ is, but I would bet EMan on the fact that I am not of that ilk. I am not a religious person either. When it comes to believing in something that I cannot see, experience or evidence, I struggle. And […]
My honey was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma in October, 2010. Seven months prior to that, in March, Mike Murray from our neighboring state of Alabama was diagnosed. Mike’s wife, Angie, and I became friends through a mutual friend, Dina, who knew…
Today, I stuck too firm fingers up to my chemotherapy treatment and its, frankly sadistic side effects, and ventured out of my bed for some Christmas joy. I love London at Christmas, even in the rain. My journey from East to West at the start of my evening, was a stark reminder of how much […]
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk al…
This past Sunday was a very special day in the life of our church and family. It was Baptist Men’s Day, and for this year’s service, my Dad was asked to share his testimony. I was so proud of him as I listened to him share about the difficulties …
On January 29th, 2010, I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma. On January 29th, 2012, I stood before the congregation of my home church and testified to God’s faithfulness in my life. What a privilege it was to share, from my heart, what the past two ye…
July 24th is Pioneer Day. This day is set aside as a time to honor the Pioneers who traveled across the united states to Utah so that they could have religious freedom as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (mormons). Many of my ancestors were Pioneers. They joined the church in England and went through many hardships in order to settle in the west.
I have often thought about the sacrifices they demonstrated and the courage they must have had. My great, great Grandfather was Samuel Lane Crook from Apperly, Gloucestershire,England. His family listened to the message of the missionaries and were baptized. His sister Elizabeth Crook Panting and Samuel were able to buy passage on the ship “Thorton” to come to America. I have always been fascinated by their stories.
Here is a small account of Elizabeth’s story.
Elizabeth Crook Panting was born 7 May 1855. She married Frederick Panting. He was considered the “town drunk.” When Elizabeth joined the church he was quite upset. Elizabeth secretly saved up enough money to buy tickets for her and her children to leave for America.
As they boarded a train to begin their journey. Fredrick came looking for them. Elizabeth was scared of what he would do to them. She prayed and asked God for help. A thought came to her to exchange bonnets with the woman sitting next to her and ask another family to watch her children. As her husband walked the aisles of the train before it began to move, he looked back and forth at the faces looking for his wife. He had a gun only half way hidden in his pocket. He stared Elizabeth in the face and then walked on by unable to recognize her. The first of many miracles in her journey.
After crossing the Atlantic Ocean and traveling further across their land of promise by steamboat and train, Elizabeth, Christopher (5), and Jane (1) began their handcart trek in Iowa City, Iowa.
The Martin handcart company were stranded in a place called Martin’s Cove, Wyoming. Many of the members never made it that far. the rest of the company were taken on to Salt Lake City. My great,great aunt eventually lived in Logan, Utah where she married and had nine more children.
Elizabeth has been a great example in my life. I have thought of her courage, faith, and strength many times in the last few years.
My goodness it’s been a while since I’ve updated in this blog. Sometimes I think I should delete it, as I’m not faithful to it. I’m sort of a nut, as I have at least three different blogs! I created each blog for a different purpose as well as audience. That’s plain stupid. This blog […]