My hopes for a steady recovery after finishing treatment in August were postponed for a while. September started off great. Tabitha turned one. We had a birthday party at the park. Tabi was the entertainment as we watched her enj…
“Little Miss Tabitha.” My sweet grandaughter is almost eleven months old. She brings so much joy into my life.
Tabi is walking around furniture and starting to say a few words. Last week I moved o…
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.
One of the first moments I remember as a four year child was swinging on the swing set in our back yard. I was wearing a white dress with blue flowers and a big blue collar. As I went back and forth i sang with all my heart a song I made up about how …
|Family Easter Egg Hunt.
That cute little bunny is my grand daughter.
|Trevor and Mallory. UVU graduation April 2011|
|Joe, Tyler, and Spencer after getting his blackbelt.|
|Me at Huntsman Cancer Institute where I was treated
Yesterday, March 23, 2011 was one of those “big red letters days on my calendar.” Our son began two years of service as a mormon missionary. What a beautiful, happy, sad, and bittersweet day. We dropped him off at a mission training center. He will be there for three weeks. Then he will fly to the Dominican Republic where he will receive more training in the spanish language as well as religious education. After that he will begin his service in Puerto Rico.
I’m sure all parents can relate how this feels to watch your child leave your home and walk into their future. I question myself. Have I done enough? Have I taught him all he needs to know? Will he be able to live independently and live on more that Macaroni and Cheese? My mind has been reeling with a thousand questions, but my heart has been calm.
I have felt so many “sweet whisperings,” from heaven as I have watched my son decide and prepare for this mission. Prepare to share the message of Jesus Christ and serve the people of Puerto Rico. He will be sacrificing much, as will we, however we have been given much. “Where much has been given, much is required.” You can read my about missionary service below. I copied this from www.mormon.org/missionaries. I will occasionally post some of his experiences here.
One of the greatest gifts I received this last christmas came from this son. It was a letter written to me. Jace expressed his love and gratitude for me and wrote what a huge impact my cancer experience had him. He said it had made him stronger and helped him prepare for his decision to serve a mission. Now there are few things about cancer that are truly blessings but seeing how it has brought changes into my and others lives has truly been a “sweet sacrifice,” in my own life.
|Elder Kelly, (Mr. Personality)
Good Luck on this Amazing Journey!
Who are the Missionaries?
My silly grand-daughter. Sorry it’s sideways. I’m still learning how to do this. There is nothing like a little laughter especially from a baby to make the world a brighter place.
Lest you think our family is obsessed with all things martial arts, I wanted to share something else we are involved in.