Sunday Best!

“Most men worry about succeeding in their life’s work and spend much time and effort at their profession. But I’ve learned that the way to put one’s professional life in order is to put one’s personal life in order. How can we be adequate at anything professionally without being adequate as men, husbands, and fathers first?”

James E. Faust, “Brethren, Love Your Wives,”
Ensign, July 1981, 3
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What a great thought!
The same goes for women.
To be adequate women, wifes, and mothers first!!
Hope your Sunday is the Best!! Love, Joy

Beautiful Places!

The Cloisters!
 New York City
You can read and see more here!
I LOVE, love, LOVE this place!
If you are at all interested in medieval art and history, you will love this place. I could have spent days looking at everything, but my kids were done shortly after we got there. Amazing!!
 
Definitions of cloister on the Web:
  • surround with a cloister, as of a garden
  • religious residence: residence that is a place of religious seclusion (such as a monastery)
  • seclude from the world in or as if in a cloister; “She cloistered herself in the office”
  • a courtyard with covered walks (as in religious institutions)
 
Gorgeous!!
Beautiful!!
Look at the natural lattice, I want some!!

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The woven trellis is to die for!!
Fuschia!! so delicate!
Notice how the animal lies at it’s master’s feet,
even in death. I love it!
What a great trip, if you get a chance, go!!!

Family History Friday (FHF): Lost and Found!

When my maternal grandma
Norma,
was a little girl. She lived quite far from the nearest town. They were farmers and lived a distance from the neighbors as well. At one point in her young life, the telephone lines were being strung across the open land in southern Idaho. Before they could hang the lines, they had to dig deep holes for the telephone poles to be anchored into. One day my grandma turned up missing. She had been gone for hours. She was just a small child, maybe five years old. Great grandma was frantically trying to find her. She would call and call. Now, where they lived was quite flat and you could see for a good distance in every direction, but they could not find her. Finally, after a tough time searching and worrying, they found her. She had fallen into one of the holes that the men had dug for the telephone poles. She wasn’t real close to home. She had wandered off and was a distance away. The holes were not even visible until you got right up to them. She was at the bottom of the hole crying and crying. She had called out for help, but no one could hear her. She was so happy to be rescued, but was very exhausted from trying to climb out. What a scary thing. She knew they could not see or hear her. Can you imagine how scary for a five year old child.
The moral of the story?
Well, maybe it is this-
be careful when playing near large deep holes,
they may just swallow you up!!!
 also- that
those who love you
will always look for you, until they find you!
Look for your ancestors! Find them!
 Get to know them. You’ll be glad you did!!
Happy Family History Friday! Love, Joy