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Am I the only one who hasn't seen this? Came across this today as I was searching great grandma Nielsen's records.

 http://genmayle.com/gen/getperson.php?personID=I39590&tree=Test

This particular link is for Grandma Trauntvein. He has compiled lots of information besides just the charts. Thought I'd pass it along just in case, but I know some of you probably already have this site saved.

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Kirsten

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Re: Wow! Correction to the paragraph.‏

Myrna wrote: Always read your stuff before you send it. The paragraph following should read as corrected:
The story of Sister Neill F. Marriott, who, at the age of 22, was converted and baptized into the Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA, was toucing. One year later she married David C. Marriott in the Salt Lake Temple, one of those who helped introduce her to the church. They are the parents of 11 children.

Todd wrote: Really? What is toucing?

Myrna wrote: Let's all laugh together, hehehe. It is, of course, touching. TOUCHING. Let your fingers do the walking but only it your mind is really in charge. Thanks or, as the Danes would say, undskyld (excuse me), tak (thanks), selv tak (you're welcome). Danish goodbye: Farvel (favel); or goodbye (informal): Hej hej (said High High). I should just write in Danish but then no English-speakers could read it. Touching in Danish? Rører.


Melanie wrote: Oh though humility, though art my constant friend. When I walk upright thou helps me to fall to my knees.  :)

Wow! (My letter to my missionaries.)

I am sending the same letter to both of you this week. I am hoping that you were all part of the the church's largest missionary training conference. I imagined both of you sitting there, in a gathering in your particular mission, and learning from the experience. I saw your beloved faces, in mind's eye.

I did not even recognize the Marriott Center at BYU with all of the missionaries in attendance there. I was so impressed with the conference. In our stake, all members ages 18 and older were invited. A few parents brought youth approaching that age with them. There were not as many in attendance at our location as I would have hoped. I think there were something like 220 present. We were counted, as were the members of ward and stake councils present, so the number could be reported to Salt Lake.

“To all the full-time missionaries sharing in this broadcast around the world, we say never again in your entire life are you going to be part of a zone conference this large!” said Elder Jeffrey R. Holland of the Quorum the Twelve as he conducted the meeting. “To the many members of the church gathered in innumerable locations, we affirm that ward and stake councils can no longer say of this great army of missionaries, ‘There they go.’ No, the hour is upon us in which we must now say, ‘Here they come.’ All of us must plan for and use this heaven-sent resource in the most productive way possible.”

Of course, in my "Tears At All Times and in All Places" stage of life, I did shed quite a few. I now know why my grandmother always told me that a lady carried a cloth handkerchief. I borrowed LHT's hanky. I need to invest in some of my own--cloth ones--so that I will be prepared for the floods of my own making.

LHT said that when he went into the mission field there were approximately 5,000 missionaries world-wide. Now there are 70,174.

Our ward met for Sacrament meeting only so that we would be out in plenty of time to get to the stake center. We are the late session and we do not end until the 4 p.m. hour. LHT and I had the distinction, at 3:15 p.m., of being the first in attendance. We certainly had our pick of seats.

LHT (Gramps/Dad) and I have been wondering about our neighborhood. Perhaps we can be of service among our neighbors. The older homes around us are being purchased by good young people but none of them are active. Some of them are, likely, not members. It does take courage to invite. The fellowship part is the easy part. It has always been easy for us to be good neighbors. That is particularly true of LHT who, at the drop of a hat, is off to shovel snow, lend himself and his tools, and be of general good service.

I cried when the missionaries sang. How powerful that was and how it made me think of the two missionary grandsons I have serving and of another about to serve. My little mission of working to provide Sacrament services for the assisted living center seemed so small in comparison with what our missionaries are doing in the field. LHT does most of the organizing and I do most of the "just showing up to love." I offer a lot of prayers, closing or opening, as needed. And I cry. As we receive the weekly letters, our testimonies are strengthened. How blessed we are, as a family, by the missionary service of our stalwart two.

I also was touched by the segment dealing with teaching and the one on repentance. I learned from them answers I had been seeking.

The story of Sister Neill F. Marriott, who, at the age of 22, was converted and baptized into the Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA, was touching. One year later she married David C. Marriott in the Salt Lake Temple, one of those who helped introduce her to the church. They are the parents of 11 children.

We love you. We are proud of your work. We are touched by your testimonies. How thankful we are that you are part of our family.

Some Random Memories

We didn't have a freezer when I was young. We had a tiny little box at the top of our fridge that was just big enough for a coupe of ice cube trays and we thought it was great. Sometimes you could even store a bit of ice cream in the little cubicle. If it was left too long, the container filled with ice crystals and became dreadful tasting. It was better, however, than the fridge that I remember from my three-year old life. That was a literal ice box. It had a chamber for keeping things cold and another for the ice. A man would come every few days and sell us some dry ice to put in the top of the box which kept things cold for a bit. That was during Word War II. 

My grandmother would be at school teaching and I would be home at the apartment we shared with my beloved Aunt Renee and Uncle Max. The ice man would come and I would be fascinated by the whole procedure. He would carry the ice into the house with a pair of large ice tongs. Aunt Renee said that if he touched the dry ice it would be so cold that it would burn his hands.

I also remember that we walked a lot. We walked to the small grocery to get needed items. There was a little corner grocery and we would just ask for what we wanted. The grocer would fill the order by giving you the item you wanted. Forget asking for a brand at that small store. You got what he had. Of course, we shopped once a week at the larger grocery store where you went around with a cart and picked out what you wanted. At the corner grocery, a child could be sent with a few dollars and come home with the item in a brown paper bag and some change. When I was tiny, of course, I just went with an adult. When I got older I was allowed to walk there and back. Usually, I was allowed a few pennies for a treat because I had run the errand. You know, had I kept walking everywhere, like I did back then, I would be in a lot better shape than I am. Now I have taken up daily walking for my health. Then I just did it because everyone else did. :)

When we moved to Carbon Avenue, there was Mabbitt's Market just a block away. When my cousins and I would be sent there for a can of tuna, for example, we were given a nickel to buy a treat. I liked to use it all on a Three Musketeers Bar because he actually had three chocolate sections and we could each have one. However, we usually got something else like all-day suckers. Sometimes we would buy popsicles which we all liked but which made a mess of the fronts of our outfits before we got the block back home.

I refuse to correct letters to the editor.

I really hate to disappoint anyone but I have been thinking over what I have been asked to do. I appreciate that all writers like to get feedback from other writers. I do not think that journalists, aside from those who have that assignment, should help edit the writings of those who want to submit articles that are their opinions. I work a beat and I am really leery of reading and helping with letters-to-the editor.

I had a person, whom I thought of as a friendly school-mate of a couple of my children, who made all sorts of trouble for me a year ago. He brought a letter to me to have me correct (grammar and punctuation). I had him sign the copy I then printed off for him signifying that it was his work and not mine. I dated the copy and he turned it in to the newspaper. It was printed in our local paper. He was taken to court for what the authorities thought was the threatening nature of the letter. I was called to court, under oath, to bear witness as to what had happened with that letter. He tried to claim that I had changed the letter after it was printed. I had not, could not and would not. Luckily the jury considered my long newsprint reputation. He was found guilty and served jail time. I became a lot more concerned about what I help others with. The disclaimer that is printed on every opinion page was saving for the newspaper but Allan and I determined that we would not be so helpful in the future. At our local newspaper, we are mostly interested in local issues and are not interested in national issues or topics that the state papers cover.

There are many others in the community who would be willing to assist with the need for a good critic.  Snow College has many classes of many types that are taught in Nephi via interactive computer instruction at the Juab School District office. Of course, for those there is a fee. I am not willing to do that job. Perhaps an English teacher, for a fee, would consider reading letters-to-the-editor.

In Provo, there are writer's groups that anyone can join. I belonged to one such group for awhile and a chapter was even started here. We Juab County members all became too busy and closed the local chapter.

I hope that makes sense to all but, whether it does or not, I will not do that work ever again. 

More from Myrna's Soapbox

Some children are confused about the Latter-day Saint church because they get conflicting information. They hear little about the church that is really true. They do not attend meetings, except rarely, where they have an opportunity to hear what we really do believe. Some folks send their boys to Scouts thinking that they are receiving some religious training. At Scouts, they talk about scouting. There is some talk of religion and some teaching but not as much as is taught in Sunday meetings. Weekday meetings of Young Women have some teachings but they also have a lot of activities. Sunday meetings are the only ones where they really talk about beliefs. One of these precious children said that at Sunday School with the youth, they have no idea what they are talking about. Why would they? They hear different ideas from different people. Until the teen years, no one is  mature enough to study on their own and really learn doctrine. Even then it is nice to have a Seminary teacher to help explain ideas. 

We don't spend hours of time studying while we are with any children outside of church. When we are at home, no matter who is with us, we do read our scriptures, say evening family prayers and bless the food. 

All of us learn precept upon precept, here a little and there a little. It takes a lifetime of devotion and learning to become an enduring follower of Christ.

One child I was with recently asked about the Mountain Meadows Massacre. The only one of us who knew about it, really, was Leonard because he taught about it in Utah History.

Jim told me that, if a person REALLY wanted to know about a topic that occurred in the past, they should read about it on their own. He said you should, in his opinion, go to the source nearest the actual happening. Historians can be biased but the people who lived the event can best understand it. One  of our ancestors opposed the killings. He tried to get help to prevent them. He testified against the perpetrators. Those writings are available.

Heavenly Father knows the end from the beginning. I just love children and would like to know how to help. I just hope they all know that. I hope.

Grandpa Ray, the storekeeper

Did you know that my (Myrna's) Grandpa Ray Smith was the bookkeeper and the storekeeper at a CCC camp. That happened years after the Mexican/American War. In fact, that was after he had owned his own butcher shop in Huntington. He became ill, they later discovered that he had terminal lung cancer, and decided that he would train as a bookkeeper. He stayed with Fred and Pearle Smith, his brother and sister-in-law, in Springville, for a time and went to school. When he finished, he went to work as the bookkeeper at a CCC camp. He could add, so I was told, a long list of figures by moving his finger down the line arriving at the total, in his mind, when he reached the bottom of the line. He would then move up the line in the same way, checking his accuracy of the first time. He figures always resulted in the same total. 

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From: Barbara Anderson
RE: Gramps and His Owie

I am so sorry Myrna.  I hardly ever check my email.  I didn't even know to ask to find out how he was today.  I want you to know the kids love you guys very much.  They are a little confused about church, but David, Bree and I will support them in whatever they decide.  We are not actively discouraging them.  I really want you to know that.  I am honest with Erin about how I feel, but not in what I want her to do.

I also want you to know I consider you my friend.  Im not much of a friend.  My life keeps me in a dither, but I feel like things have calmed down this last couple of years.  I was not taught how to be a friend.  I isolate very well.

But, we love you.  I love you.  You are one of the best people I have ever met.  If you need anything, and this is from the bottom of my heart, just let me know.  I have a car now.  Until I go back to work, Im pretty much open.  Im only going to work 25-30 hours per week.

So, let me know, or just get in touch.

Barbara

I really didn't expect any kind of answer to the information about LHT's injury. It is healing well, from what I can tell from the outside. There is no pain. I think that is a good sign. We are to leave it alone for the full 10 days and then the doctor will look at it again.

I think of you as a friend also. We both want the best for the grandchildren we share in common. What wonderful children they are. 

I am not trying to be humble when I say this. It comes across that way but it is not meant that way. I do not think of myself as a good person. I think of myself as someone who is trying to improve each day. As I told them in Relief Society on Sunday, where Erin was with me, that I keep working on me. I keep trying not to be selfish and not to lose my temper. I work on being a better person every day. Sometimes I do well and sometimes I fail. The lesson was on turning our shortcomings (or failures) into successes.

Erin decided to go to Relief Society with me. It was her choice. I found out that she did not want to be with the Young Women in our ward she said she likes the older women in our ward because they "are kind" and treat her as one of them. 

Unfortunately, I have turned into a person who can shed tears at the drop of a handkerchief and I don't know what to do about it. My goodness, I am going to cry the rest of my life away. I wear my heart on my sleeve all of the time. I told Melanie that I thought it might be due to diabetes and she just laughed. She said that I had always been tearful. She reminded me that I cry during sad television commercials.

I worry about every grandchild of mine. I like them to be at church because, USUALLY, not always, there are good friends there. I like Girl's Camp because I loved it. I was (feel free to giggle) very shy as a girl but I liked being with people who were honest and upright and could still have a good time. Oh, the crafts I made. I believe in Boy Scouts. I think a young man who attains the rank of Eagle, has really done something to be proud of for his entire life. Leonard is not an Eagle. He is Wood Badge trained--a national training for leaders.

I am also frank about my feelings. If you ask me a question, I will not tell you what I think you want to hear. I will tell you what I really think, what I really believe. 

I am in all of this for the long haul. I want my family to be happy. I want them to live as honest, loving people who enrich the lives of those around them. I like the church (an organization of people), aside from the gospel (the doctrine) which I love. Our ward, for example, is filled with loving and compassionate people who do their best to serve others and to make certain that there are no hungry and uncared for among us. The women I work with have watched me cry and are still understanding. You, of course, are that kind of person also. Scratch you and you also bleed. We are not so different after all.

My girls and I, and the boys, all tend to spend more time with family and less time on socializing. That may make us more difficult to know. I sense you feel that way about yourself. I include you as family. You are always welcome in my life.

Leonard has a more compassionate heart than I do. He always thinks of the nice thing to do. Sometimes you actually have to remind me to be thoughtful. You have no idea how many snowy walks he shovels each winter. He is old enough that someone should be shoveling his. :) 

When?

Taken from email and added as a special reminder of great days.

Myrna wrote: When are you to be in Utah?

Amy wrote: Ok here are the dates. We arrive into Utah late Friday night on the 14th of June around 1am (so technically Sat morning). We'll spend the day in lake shore for their annual homecoming  celebration since you are at the temple anyway. I suspect we'll head down to Nephi that evening and stay over with you. We'd like to go to church with you but Todd is flying out for Chicago at 4:30 that day (he has to be there for work on Monday morning). What time is your church? I'm crossing my fingers for and early schedule. :)

Todd then flies back to Utah on July 3rd and we head out on Monday the 8th. Leonard let me know about what's happening on the 6th with everyone coming and also swimming at the pool. That will be fun! Do you know if Nephi is doing the fireworks on the 4th this year? We'd love to come down for that if they are. Much better than the mess in Provo!

Also, Tyler has to fly home for a weekend for his jamboree shakedown that is required for him to attend for the jamboree. He flies out on Thurs June 20th and back on Monday the 24th. Kind of crazy but its what we had to do to be able to come out to Utah.

Let me know if there's anything I left out or if the family's doing anything that I should get on my calendar before it starts filling up with everyone clamoring to get on it, lol! Family gets first dibs. :)

Also, sorry if my typing is awful, Tyler has commandeered the computer and I'm on my phone typing with my thumbs. I'm not as good as the teenagers, haha!

Myrna wrote: Good news and bad news: We are doing fireworks in Nephi on the 4th; our church schedule is late. So sorry.  

Amy wrote: Oh dang! Well, at least we can spend the morning with you before we have to get Todd to the airport by 3. 

Myrna wrote: We meet at 1 p.m. for Sacrament meeting. We are over the assisted living center Sacrament meeting for patrons at 9 a.m. It is only a short meeting, songs, a short talk, prayers, the sacrament.

Todd wrote: We'll have to put some more planning to it. I would have to leave Nephi at 1pm at the latest to make my flight.

Myrna wrote: We could go to an earlier ward. Benders said they would gladly sub for us at the assisted living center, if ever needed. We could ask.

Todd wrote: What time do you get home on Saturday from the temple?

Myrna wrote: We leave there at 5 p.m. The last month we have been doing the Adam and Eve part on the 1:30 p.m. session. That takes lets us finish at 3 p.m. Then we sit on the Celestial Floor for one hour. So we have been finishing at about 4:30 p.m. and leaving for home. Do you need us to find subs?

Todd wrote: No. By the time the Lake Shore homecoming is done, you will be home. Would they care if we went to the Resident Home with you for Sacrament meeting in the morning on Sunday? We would have Hailey, I think that would be the only concern since the other two are youth. Emily could sing a song and Tyler could play a song for the sacrament meeting.

Myrna wrote: That would be wonderful. We will arrange it so that you can take care of the meeting. It will be something, I am certain, that our members will enjoy. Thanks for that.