Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Week 20 - September 10-16

This week was special as Elder Koberstein and I drove into Star Valley Wyoming for our Research and Temple day on Friday.  We spent Friday afternoon at the Family History Center in the Star Valley Stake Center/Tabernacle but really in the library adjacent to this wonderful old building.  I had the goal to find my great grandfather's obituary in the Star Valley Independent.  I knew it had been published there as a keyed in copy is on family search.
I was disappointed to find the microfilms of the Star Valley Independent only go from 1919 to about 1980.  My great-grandfather Aroet Lucius Little Hale died in 1911.
I had previously noticed that there is not many things about my grandmother, Susan Idella Cazier Hale on FamilySearch.  She passed away April 15, 1938.  This news article was on the front page titled "Mrs. Ben Hale Passes Away" published April 21, 1938.  A rewarding afternoon which made me realize I need more time to search the Independent for it's family treasures.
We then met Ida Beth and Larry for dinner at Agave's Mexican restaurant on Main Street in Afton.  I love the elk horn arch over Main Street in Afton.
We had any enjoyable dinner and visited then drove to the Star Valley temple for a evening session there. 
Saturday morning we enjoyed a walk to Flat Creek in Thayne with Ida Beth and Larry.
Saturday afternoon we drove to Fairview and visited with my brother and his family.  We even stopped to take a picture by the town of Fairview sign.  I grew up in Fairview on a small dairy farm owned and ran by my father.

Sunday found us at church in Thayne with my cousin.  It was fun to meet another Fairviewite, Orson Pead.  We were in the same grade all the way though high school Junior year when his family moved to Utah.
On the drive back to Salt Lake City we drove through a herd of sheep.  A fun memory from the past.  It was fun to see a few black sheep in the bunch.
Our drive was a little early to see the beautiful fall colored leaves but a very enjoyable get away weekend.

"Gone To Rest" 
by Bertha Nelson
(This poem was printed in the Star Valley Independent article about my Grandmother Hale's death, April 21, 1938.  The author Bertha Nelson was probably a family friend)

Dear Sister Idella, as we all knew you
With your loving gentle smile,
You have been called to leave your dear ones
But only for a little while.

God has a mission for you
A great and glorious work,
So she has gone to answer
For she was never known to shirk.

You have all cared for her,
Did all that you could do;
And now in return for you kindness
She will be watching over you.

You will miss her, yes, you will miss her
There will be her vacant chair,
You will call and listen,
But mother will not be there.

The eyes are closed, the voice is stilled
Of one you loved so dear,
But O how grand it all will be,
When you meet her over there.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Week 19 - September 3-9

Monday, Labor Day, we spent time going on a tour at the "Dinosaur National Monument-Fossil Bone Quarry" to see where many of the dinosaur bones from Utah came from.  This is an artist interpretation of what a stegosaurus would have looked like on the drive to the visitors center.  It looks quite natural to the setting but not much food for it to eat.  At the visitors center one gets on a bus to ride about a mile to the bone quarry.
This guy would have been good sized.  Look at the size of one bone of his leg.
This is a partially uncovered skull of a dinosaur.  We were allowed to touch this piece.
The fossil skeleton of this dinosaur and an artists idea of what it may have looked like when it was living.
The quarry had a area in a covered building just for us to look at.  Some of the fossilized bones were partially exposed from the rock around them.
This week, 5 August 2018, was the B1 recognition meeting and luncheon.  Elder Koberstein and I received an award for completing two months worth of weekly in-service activities.  There were about 70 missionaries getting this award so pictures were taken in small groups.
Saturday morning was my morning to cut hair for the young elders.  We had four sisters show up and one pair of clippers.  I eventually left.  This is a picture of the young elders walking for exercise as I left.
One of the apartments in our duplex needed a range replacement.  It had a 27 inch range in the counter top.  As we looked at it, it seemed possible the opening was large enough for a standard 30 inch range.  Our manager, who is very good with wood, offered to try and trim the counter tops so we could put in a standard 30 inch range in the kitchen.  He did a beautiful job.  No more crack behind the range to lose things in.  We are so happy with his work.  We also set up to have the outside of the duplex painted this fall.  We hope it can be done before winter comes.
Saturday evening we attended the BYU vs Cal Bears game.  We were sad at the out come, 18 BYU to 21 Cal Bears, but enjoyed being there.
We were really excited to see the thank you to Ralph and Sue Severson.  We know them for California in many ways.  Thank you for your support to BYU.
Here we are waiting for the game to begin.  The stadium was nearly full by the time the game started.

"Pursuing divinely appointed responsibilities in righteousness, unity, and equality will prepare us to meet God." -Quentin L. Cook

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Week 18 - August 26-September 2

This week, for fun, Elder Koberstein and I took a side trip to see Germany during our lunch hour.   Actually we visited the "Discovery Zone" of the Family History Library.  We then drove to "Sage Market" and enjoyed a bowl of Japanese Ramen.  I had Miso Ramen and Elder Koberstein enjoyed Tonkatsu (pork) Ramen. It reminded us of our time in Japan.  A quick whirl wind trip around the globe in a one hour lunch.
For the labor day week-end we went to Vernal Utah.  The entrance into the Vernal, Utah temple today.
This is a more typical view of the temple which shows the beauty of the old tabernacle it once was.
This is the back of the temple with Elder Koberstein standing in front of the doors.  I wonder if this may once have been the front door into the tabernacle because of the cement circles on each side of the door with the dates 1907 and 1997, the years it was used as a tabernacle.

"Originally, the building served as the Uintah Stake Tabernacle for Latter-day Saints in eastern Utah.  The tabernacle's foundation was constructed of nearby sandstone with walls built of four layers of fired brick from the local clay.  The building was built with considerable donated labor from the fall of 1899 until it was dedicated on August 24, 1907 by LDS Church president Joseph F. Smith.  Smith reportedly said he would not be surprised if a temple was build there some day.'" -Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia on line
Saturday after attending a session in the Vernal Temple we drove to the Dinosaur National Monument-Fossil Bone Quarry.  We attended a fireside by the park ranger about bats.  It was fun but not new.  We then went to another campground for a Star Party led by the park rangers.  They had two telescopes we could look though and pointed out constellations and the milky way.  It was quite spectacular last night.
After our church meetings we did an Auto Tour of the Tilted Rocks.  This is the Green River.  It is the same Green River found in Wyoming.
We saw "Turtle Rock".
Elephant Toes Butte, eroded from the Nugget Sandstone.
We saw petroglyphs about 1000 years old.  The Fremont people made these using sharp tools,they pecked away at the dark natural stain on the rock surface, called desert varnish, to reveal the light colored sandstone  beneath.  If you look close you can see a bighorn sheep and other animals.  We have one thing left for tomorrow to see the dinosaur quarry.

"You and I can not control the intentions or behaviors of other people.  However we do determine how we will act.  Please remember that you and I are agents endowed with moral agency, and we can choose not to be offended.
- David A Bednar

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Week 17 - August 19-25

This week, as zone leader, Elder Koberstein or I was assigned to write and article for the zone weekly newspaper called the "International Express".  Elder Koberstein had already written an article for both the "Vineyard" (mission newspaper) and the "International Express" (zone newspaper).  It was sadly my turn.  Writing has never been high on my list of fun things to do but with the Lords help I can accomplish this task too.  I spent part of this week reading carefully articles by previous zone leaders and assistant zone leaders and praying about what I should write.  I decided to share the following experience from my childhood.  Believing children learn about family history very young.  As parents and grandparents we can affect that learning by sharing our experiences with them.
"I have been richly blessed with parents who shared family history with me as a child. My father often told stories around the table from his life and the lives of ancestors. As a child my siblings and I would coax him to tell us the stories over and over. One of my favorite stories was about my grandfather Hale receiving his mission call."
My father with his children
In the winter of 1899, Benjamin Walter Hale received a mission call to the South Western States Mission. He was reluctant about going to such a humid area because he had a severe health problem of quinsy, which is an acute inflammation of the tonsils. He coughed and choked terribly each time he got a cold and needed special care to get well. Papa went to discuss it with his bishop, Osborne Low, Sr., who felt impressed that he should go. Bishop Low said, “Benny, I feel you shouldn’t turn down this call, but that you should go and try to the best of your ability to be a good missionary and the Lord will surely bless you.” After pausing a moment, he added, “I’ll tell you what I’ll do Benny. If you will take this mission call and try to the best of your ability to be a good missionary and serve the Lord, I’ll take the quinsy for you while you’re gone.” Papa jumped to his feet and said, “Bishop, let’s shake hands on that deal, so that it will be binding before man and God.” After shaking hands, my father returned home and told his mother that Bishop Low had agreed to take care of the quinsy for him while he was gone on his mission, so he had decided to go. Grandma hurried and helped him get ready. Papa left Star Valley in the middle of December. He went to Grantsville for a couple of weeks to visit his father and his half brothers and sisters. Grandpa drove him to Salt Lake City where papa was set apart by Apostle Heber J. Grant on January 3, 1900. He was assigned to labor in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas where he faithfully served until April 1902. Papa never had trouble with quinsy during his mission, but he received a letter from home saying that Bishop Low was terribly sick with quinsy. In fact, for a while they thought he was going to die. He continued to struggle with it all during Benjamin’s mission. When father completed his mission, Bishop Low was very happy to see him and said, “Oh, Benny, I’m glad that you are home again. Here you can have your quinsy back again. I’ve taken good care of it for you while you have been gone.” Papa started having quinsy as before, but Bishop Low never again got quinsy during the fifty years he lived in Star Valley. This experience has been a strong testimony to my father, our family, and Bishop Low that if we are humble, prayerful, and obedient, the Lord will provide a way for us to accomplish what he has asked us to do.
Elder Benjamin Walter Hale on the right and companion 1900-2
This week Salt Lake City has been blessed with some clouds and scattered rain.  It has cleaned some of the smoke from the Utah and California fires.  This is a picture I took Friday from the parking lot as Elder Koberstein and I left the Family History Library.  If you look carefully you will see the spires of the Salt Lake Temple, roof of the tabernacle and the log cabin between the Family History Library on the right and Church History Museum on the left.  
Elder Koberstein has biked home to Bountiful every day this week.  He got rained on Wednesday and was a little wet when he got home.  Friday he was sprinkled on but not really wet.  Biking is an enjoyable part of his day.
Saturday all seventeen pairs of zone leaders and the deaf zone were invited to President Fenn's home for real Italian pizza.  In the picture President Fenn is demonstrating how to roll out the crust the Italian way (by throwing it in the air).  The pizza was baked in the brick oven behind him and tasted delicious.  A fun evening.
We had a beautiful sunset to enjoy on the drive home, a colorful benefit of all the smoke.  A beautiful ending to a wonderful day of preparation.

Never stop striving for the best that is within you.  Never stop hoping for all of the righteous desires of your heart.  But don't close your eyes and hearts to the simple and elegant beauties of each day's ordinary moments that make up a rich, well-lived life.  -Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Week 16 - August 13-19

Friday evening we decided to go grocery shopping at the Japanese grocery store, Sage Market, in Salt Lake City.  It is a short distance from the Family History Library.  We were sad to discover that it closed at 6pm.  We arrived at 6:20pm.  We then decided to then go out for dinner.  Elder Koberstein thought tonkatsu ramen sounded good so we went to the Kobe Japanese Cuisine in Salt Lake City and enjoyed ramen.  
 Saturday we sent the day with a Rick College roommate in Heber.  I was privileged to meet her while attending the Provo Temple.  I felt like Alma the younger when he met Ammon after their 14 year mission to the Lamanites described in Alma 17:1-2.  

1.  "And now it came to pass that as Alma was journeying from the land of Gideon southward, away to the land of Manti, behold, to his astonishment, he met with the sons of Mosiah journeying toward the land of Zarahemla.
2.  Now these sons of Mosiah were with Alma at the time the angel first appeared unto him; therefore Alma did rejoice exceedingly to see his brethren; and what added more to his joy, they were still his brethren in the Lord.... " 

We caught up on the past almost 50 years.  Our lives took different turns as we married and raised our families but we are still sisters in the gospel.  
While in Heber we took the opportunity to check out the Historic Heber Valley Railroad.  We wonder if some of our grandchildren might enjoy a ride on the train during our family reunion next summer.  
The train was even held up but no valuables taken, it was all in fun. 
  This is a picture of the trains engine.
Our train switched directions by the engine disconnecting and running along a side track from one end of the train to the other and reconnecting.  We then went back the way we had come.  The seats in the train also changed directions so we could always be facing the way we were going.  It was fun to switch your seat as the train switched directions.
The ride was about 45 minutes long. 

The thought this week is from our Mission Conference keynote speaker Elder Bradley D. Foster.  The theme of the conference was discover your story.  We were encouraged to write our life story.  Keep a journal and leave tracks so our posterity can know who we are, what we believe and things we are part of. 
     When the world was young and new, people thought everything should be young and new. So when a man got old, and could not do his share of the work any longer, they had no use for him.
     It was the custom to get rid of those old fellows who were only a burden.
Now there was a man who had an old father and a little son. “The old man is useless,” the man said to himself. I should have to get rid of him.”
So he took the little son’s sled and piled the old grandfather onto it.
     “What are you doing with Grandfather?” asked the little boy.
     “I am putting him on your sled,” said the man.
     “But where are you taking him?” asked the little boy.
     “To the forest,” said the man.
     “Whatever for?” asked the little boy.
     “Never mind!” said the man. Even though it was the traditional thing to do, he did not quite like the idea either.
     “Let me come along!” begged the little boy.
     “Come if you must,” said the man angrily.
     So the little boy hopped along after the sled.
     Finally, they came to the forest. The man dropped the rope which he had used to pull the sled. It seemed a hard thing to do but it was the custom. And who is brave enough to go against custom?
     His little son tugged at his coat. “You mustn’t leave Grandfather here in the forest,” he said in a small voice. “He will surely die.”
     “He is too old to work,” said the man. “It is the only sensible thing to do.” He began marching homeward. The little boy ran after him, and pulled at his coat.
     “What’s the matter now? The man asked.
     “Daddy, you mustn’t leave my sled there!”
     “And why not?” asked the man.
     “Because when you are old and worn out, I’ll need the sled to carry you to the forest to die!”
     “Perhaps when I get old, my son will do with me as I have done with his grandfather.”
     So the man turned to his son and said, “You are right, and I am wrong. We’ll go fetch Grandfather home again.”
     So he went to fetch the sled and grandfather. He did not let the neighbors know that he had brought the old man home again. After all, he was going against custom, and that was a risky thing to do. So he hid the grandfather away, and took him food and drink in secret.
     Now it so happened that not long afterward, there was a famine in the land. Certainly nobody was going to be bothered feeding the old fellows. Nobody but this one man. He kept taking food to the old grandfather in his hiding place. But he took smaller and smaller portions.
     The old grandfather noticed this and knew what was happening, but said nothing.
     The famine was a terrible one. They ate their wheat down to the very last grain. Nobody knew what to do next. If they had not gotten rid of the old men, they might have asked their advice. But the wisdom of the old had died with them.
     One day, the man who had kept his old father hidden, took him his dinner with a sorry face. The dinner was nothing but a piece of bread—and it was a small piece.
     “There is a famine,” said the man. “There is no flour to make bread with. There is not even a grain left for planting a new crop.”
     “Well,” said the grandfather. “You have a roof of wheat straw on your house. Take half of the straw off the roof and thresh it well. You’ll find that quite a bit of grain has been left in the thatch. That will give you enough grain to feed us until harvest. Then take the other half of the roof, thresh it, and it will be enough grain to plant your crop.”
     So the man did, and in good time he grew a fine crop. When the neighbors discovered his good fortune, they came crowding around to ask him how he had found his seed grain.
     “I got advice from my old father,” said the man.
     “How can that be?” they asked. “You have no father!”
     “Oh, but I have!” he answered. And he brought the old man out of hiding.
     “That’s my grandfather!” said the little boy proudly.
     After that, nobody thought of getting rid of the old men. They were respected for their wisdom, which the old keep just as the thatch keeps the seed.

Monday, August 13, 2018

Week 15 - August 5-12

This week was the Tour of Utah Bicycle Race.  On Thursday the tour rode from Antelope Island through Bountiful.  My brother-in-law watched the race in Bountiful.  The picture is from the race video on the internet.
 Friday was our temple/research day.  We did research in the morning at home and in the early evening we attended a session in the Oquirh Mountain Utah Temple.  The Oquirh Mountain temple was the 13 dedicated temple in Utah.    
Lots of smoke in the air.  Mountains close were basically not visible as we left the temple.  Notice the shadow beyond the fountain.

Elder Koberstein and brother-in-law went into Salt Lake City to watch the fourth stage of the Tour of Utah.  The cyclists made ten 6.8 miles loops around downtown Salt Lake City.
Elder Koberstein watching Stage four of the race in Salt Lake City.
This weekend we attended the wedding reception of a niece.  It was fun to visit with siblings and their families while in Idaho Falls.

Faith is not believing God can,
it's knowing He will.