Monday, December 15, 2014

A Magical Santa

I had the pleasure of taking my sister to my grandson's Christmas Program at his pre-school.

It was a delight.

They knew all their lyrics and hand movements.  I love programs presented by school students!

At the end there was a magical surprise.  Santa didn't just appear and say "Ho, ho, ho!"  He also had a few magic trips up his sleeve.  Enough candy canes for everyone magically appeared in this pan.  He also had a magic straw for sipping all that milk left out for him on Christmas Eve.  It grew longer and longer so that he could sip and fill all the stockings at the same time.

Each child waited patiently for their candy cane and a few special words from Santa.

This Santa was full of good cheer and funny remarks.

All thirty children felt like Santa really knew them.

Thank you Santa for being so personable, funny, and truly magical.

The children were pleased that you would take a group picture with them.

Santa, we hope that your Christmas Season is truly magical!

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Provo City Center Temple update

When I delivered my Christmas cards to the post office I also took pictures of what is happening at the Provo City Center Temple.

They have wrapped the building for winter work but we have enjoyed a very warm December with highs in the 50's.  All that scaffolding is in place so they can reinforce every brick with new mortar made from the same recipe as the original mortar.

This may look like a yurt on the south side but it will be an enclosed viewing gazebo.  Enclosed because those waiting for the wedding party to exit the temple will have a warm place to do so during winter.

I took these photos from in front of the post office.  The chain link fence in the back parking lot has been replaced by a cement wall which limits my picture taking.

Monday, December 8, 2014

A Year with Frog and Toad

On Saturday the Utah family members attended the play "A Year with Frog and Toad" produced by the Salt Lake Acting Company.  Each December they produce a play for children and do a great job.  I loved the set.  On the left is Toad's house and Frog lived on the right.  All kinds of wonderful things happened in that space in the middle.

There is the crew with a space for me.  I love to hear my grandsons laugh.  Pure pleasure!

The theater is located in a renovated LDS church built in 1891 located at 200 West 500 North in Salt Lake City.  The old Relief Society Building is in the background.  A sweet lady took this photo of all of us on the stairs.  We had a great time.  Can't wait to see what play they produce next year.

Soon I will be seeing my Arizona grands.  I will need to see what Childsplay in Arizona is up to in 2015.  I love taking them to plays.  They see lots of movies, but I want them to see performers live and when those plays are based on children's literature that we love, so much the better!

I finally had printed some photos of the grand kids from our Easter 2014 family photo shoot in our garden in Mesa.  I simply love how this cluster canvas set from Costco turned out.  More important, I love spending time with my family.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

David Foote and Sarah Rebecca Hall

The earliest that I can remember being aware of David Foote and Sarah Rebecca Hall was after my family moved to Arizona in 1964.  Each summer we would return to Idaho to visit family and our drive north on Highway 89 would take us through Orderville, Utah.  My mother would turn west towards the high school and point out the house sitting southeast from the school and tell us it was the home of her grandparents, David and Sarah Rebecca.  She remembered visits from her childhood to Orderville and also knew that they had visited their daughter,  Rhoda Ann, in Idaho.

In 2003, my husband and I were in charge of a family reunion in southern Utah.  A grandson of David and cousin of my mother, Warren Foote (great grandson of the first Warren from Glendale), took us on a tour of family history sites including David and Sarah Rebecca's home and grave site.  The home was empty and in pretty sad shape, but I could picture the family here working, loving, and supporting one another.

My grandmother, Rhoda, used to tell me that her mother loved to sew and quilt.  Rhoda would often come home from school to dirty dishes because her mother would rather sew.  I can "sew" relate.  I think I would have really enjoyed Sarah Rebecca's company.  My own mother, Velva, looked very much like Sarah Rebecca.  The first time I saw a picture of the young Sarah Rebecca, I found it hard to believe how much they resembled one another.

David was the first Warren's oldest living son.  He was born in Montebello, Hancock County, Illinois on August 23, 1845.  When a baby his parents fled with the Saints from Illinois across what is now Iowa where they waited and saved to have the means to cross the plains to the Salt Lake Valley which they did in 1850.  Warren served as captain of the wagon train of 100 wagons. David's life was one of following his father to open new communities across Utah including the Muddy Mission in what would be Nevada.  It must have been hard and much was expected of him.  He chose not to baptize his own children on their eighth birthdays but left that decision up to them.  I've often wondered about his feelings and thoughts during his childhood and young adulthood as he moved often and worked hard to settle yet another place.

You can read about his parents, Warren Foote and Artemisia Sidnie Myers here.  Their story is very much his same experience.  The following excerpt was written about David by a fellow resident of Orderville shortly before his death.

David Foote was five years old when he crossed the plains with his parents, he having his fifth birthday Aug. 23, 1850 while on the plains.

He distinctly remembers seeing the great herds of buffalo on the plains, of gathering buffalo chips to make fires, and seeing the outfits of people going to California during the gold rush being left along the way, the people themselves having died with the cholera.

David as a young man helped his father in all their moving and work of settling a new country.  He helped his father run the gristmill at Cottonwood in Salt Lake and also at Glendale. 

On the Muddy when the Indians were troublesome the men and boys had to herd their cattle in the day and guard them at night in their corrals to keep the Indians from stealing them.  At one time they found the guard asleep with his shoes under his head for a pillow.  At another time when the boys were hauling wood they found a Gila Monster, or large lizard.  The Indians told them if they killed the lizard that the wind would blow them away.  And surely enough next day the wind did blow ferociously.

David learned to play the violin while still very young, it being a natural talent, he never having taken a music lesson in his life.  When just a small boy he used to make cornstalk fiddles and his mother says he would steal her sewing thread to make the strings.  He could play Yankee Doodle and other tunes on it.

As a young man he helped play for the dances on the Muddy and at Glendale.  He and Brother James Watson of Glendale used to go to Kanab and Panguitch to play for dances.  David played the violin and James played the base violin.  David’s brother-in-law Homer Boughton also played with them.

In April 1866 while living at St. Joseph, Nevada David married Emma E. Bennett and two children were born to them at St. Thomas. The older son, David Alma died in infancy and the other, Warren R. was two years old when they left the Muddy.  Another son, George was born at Glendale.

His wife, Emma, left him and later married an unbeliever of the Mormon faith.  This was a hard blow to David and sad to say he could never think the same of the religion his parents suffered so much for.

He married Sarah Hall April 30, 1876.  They were married at Mt. Carmel by J. P. Jolly.  She was born Sept. 24, 1860 at Toquerville, Utah.  They have had 14 children, 13 of whom grew to maturity, 12 now living.  They lived at Glendale 20 years then moved to Orderville in 1899, where they still reside.

David is now 87 years old.  He will be 88 on Aug. 23, 1933.  David Foote is now our oldest pioneer, since the death of Grandma Meeks in Jan. 1933.   David died in August, 1933.

I love this little article for it was the first thing that I read which gave me a glimpse of his personality and talents. The above is a copy of David's death certificate.  He passed away on August 9, 1936.

Sarah Rebecca Hall married David when she was just 16 years old.  Her family had also moved from place to new place.  She was born in Toquerville, Utah Territory on September 24, 1960 to Job Pitcher Hall and Mary Elizabeth Jones.  You can read more about her parents and her early life here.  Rebecca was Job's and Mary's seventh child and third daughter. My grandmother, Rhoda Ann Foote, was the tenth of Sarah's fourteen children.  Rhoda had three younger brothers.  I have been unable to locate any written record of Sarah's life but there are many interesting accounts written about those that surrounded her and were part of her life.

This picture was taken at the Andrew Percy Nyborg and Rhoda Ann Foote ranch in Idaho during a visit by David and Sarah Rebecca.  David is wearing the hat standing behind the wagon on the left side.  My grandfather, Percy, sits on the wagon with his daughter and my mother, Velva Ruth, on his left.  David and Sarah's son, Orville Martin Foote, is seen between Velva and Percy.  My mother's older brother, Elden, stands next to his father.

From this same trip north, Sarah Rebecca holds Velva Ruth on the front porch of the Nyborg home.

David and Sarah Rebecca in their later years.  I love this picture showing how tall David was in comparison to Sarah.

Sarah Rebecca with her Hall siblings, William Wesley Hall and Eliza Ann Hall Roe who was the youngest in the family.

Sarah did not live long after the passing of David.  The above is her death certificate.  She died on May 12, 1937.

They are both buried in the Orderville, Cemetery.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Christmas Quilty Fun Sew Along

I am participating in an Instagram sew along for the first time.  All of these pictures were taken with my new phone and all of the sew along instructions along with pictures were via Instagram.  Lori Holt ( Instragram tag beelori1) called it #haveyourselfaquiltylittlechristmas if you would like to follow along.  In order to participate one needed to have a copy of Lori's book, "Quilty Fun."  Some of the block directions were found in her book.  I made another sampler sew along using her book last spring.  You can see more here.

The directions for the house were in the book.  However, the tree, gingerbread man, and stocking and other Christmasy instructions were on Instagram.  Pretty fun way to sew, just keep your phone handy on your sewing table.

There was not a final result shown at the beginning for Lori was designing, sewing, and sharing as we went along.  I would have fun trying to puzzle out how it would all be sewn together.

The final and 15th block was this cute series of wreaths with bright red bows which will be sewn on after the quilting is completed.

I worked on the scrappy borders (instructions given in Lori's book, "Quilty Fun," yesterday.

I finished before I went to bed last night and took a picture this afternoon.  Isn't it great?!  Most of the fabric was from my stash of leftovers.  I did buy some Christmas fabrics including the peppermint stripe, Santa, and dark green fabric.  I have something in mind for an added outside border and it will be bound with the remaining peppermint stripe fabric.  It has been so much "quilty fun."

Friday, November 28, 2014

Living my dream

My dream was always to live in an old house, a house different from all the neighbors with charm and a past of sheltering others through a hundred years of history.  I lived the dream for a few short months years ago.

Two of my children also had the dream and both have purchased and moved into great new old houses with their families recently.

As my daughter says, "It may have a few issues,  just like I do, but it feels like home."  Their new home was built in 1908.

My son also bought an almost 100 year old home. 

 It is a nice size bungalow with lots of charm built in 1916.

Both homes have amazing front porches.  Whatever happened to amazing front porches where you have space enough for a party?  Both homes have original wood floors and wood trim.  Those floors may squeak a bit but only because they have endured a hundred years of footsteps.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Yes, children, you are descended from a Pilgrim

Some years ago I wrote a blog post about my children possibly being linked to a passenger on the Mayflower through their father's side.  I determined that it was not likely that they were related to "Thomas the Pilgrim."  You can imagine how delighted I was to discover while doing family history research this summer that I was related to passengers on the Mayflower.

I learned that my great, great, great grandfather, Simeon Dunn, was a descendant of Edward Fuller (who signed the Mayflower Compact) and his wife through their son, Samuel.  This couple died shortly after coming ashore, but their son, Samuel did not.  It is thought that he was 12 at the time of his parents' death.  His uncle, brother to his father, and also named Samuel took young Samuel in and eventually Samuel grew to adulthood, married Jane Lathrop, and fathered nine children of his own.  You can read more about Simeon Dunn here.  You can read more about Edward and the Samuel Fullers here.

I am humbled to know that part of my heritage includes the beginnings of a great nation where religious freedom was valued and people were brave enough to do really hard physical and mental things to make their dreams come true.

A few years back I read "Mayflower" by Nathaniel Philbrick.  After discovering my relationship to Mayflower passengers, I went to my bookshelf to find this book so I could search the index for Fullers.  There was mention of Edward Fuller and two references for Samuel Fuller but Philbrick had it wrong.  He made both Samuel the nephew and Samuel the uncle out to be the same person.  Should one contact the author about an error like that years after the book was published?

Happy Thanksgiving!  I will ponder this dilemma as I make our Thanksgiving feast.