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Thursday, July 31, 2008

Zoe Starts Her Training

David trained Toby so he is really well behaved. We want Zoe to be the same! Here is Zoe getting her lesson in "sit". She did really well! (Check Toby out in the background. He's like..whatever!)

She is paying very close attention to her teacher/dad

Time for "down" and Toby joined in too!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

It's a Girl (She's a Redhead Too)!

Since having a baby seems to be a little more difficult than we thought we decided to adopt....... a new dog that is! Her name is Zoe. She is one year old Pomeranian who is super sweet!

I have really missed my little Spike for a long time and David (without my knowing) has been keeping an eye on the classifieds for another little pom for me. He found one on Pioneer Day and I went to meet her that day! We bonded right away, because doggies know I love them :-), and she was ours! We picked her up last night.

She and her new big brother, Toby (our Yorkie) seem to be getting along as well.

The family we got her from took good care of her, but was giving her up because they were expecting their second child and their four year old was getting a little rambunctious with her. We are so excited to have her in our little pet family!

She loves her new Mommy!

Monday, July 28, 2008

Have You Ever Been Geocaching?

I had never heard of it before, but it was a blast. We stayed with my brother, Chris and his adorable wife, Wendy on Saturday and they took us geocaching!

Geocaching is like going treasure hunting. You find geocache maps on line. Using a GPS, you track down the treasure (which consists of little trinkets and dollar store stuff). Clues are given on most maps to give you a hint where the treasure is. Once you find the treasure, you sign the log book inside, take one piece of treasure and leave a piece in its place.

We searched and found four different ones. I found the first one hanging on a dead tree atop of this mountain we had to climb (which was difficult because Wendy and I were wearing flip flops).

The second one we found on the back of a stop sign (it was a log scroll in a tiny magnetic case).

The third one David found under the stairs at the park. This one had a very clever clue!

The fourth one was on the top of a mountain stuck inside a bunch of rocks that looked like a dragon.

This was such a fun was to spend and afternoon. David and I want to do more! Chris told us that Draper alone has over 1,000 geocaches hidden!
David finding the Geocache! The clue was: A room for Potter, Harry that is. We racked our brains and searched the surrounding bushes, but David remembered that Harry Potter's room was under the stairs! I told him that being a nerd really paid off that time!

David opening the geocache with Chris and Wendy

Chris finding the geocache in the rock!

Wendy and Beach Barbie travel bug we took from the geocache.

David and I.

Whitworth Family Reunion

The last Saturday in July is the Whtworth Family Reunion held in the thriving metropolis of Inkom, Idaho!

We has a great time visiting and eating lots of good food. It was first time my family got to meet David.
Me with my Uncles Dennis, Kent and Lin. I love them so much!

Uncle Lin and Herb Whitworth. Herb is the oldest living Whitworth in our family at 96!

Aunt May, Robbie and Toby. Sweet!!!

Friday, July 25, 2008

Pioneer Day Was Fun!

Since David had to work, I decided to make the most of my first Pioneer Day in Utah by Running in the Deseret News 5K (there was also a 10K and a marathon, but I thought I would start slow). The 5K was actually a walk but I saw very few walkers, most people ran it.
It was a blast! The course took us right down the center of the parade route so there were thousands of people on both sides cheering for us as we ran. It really gave me a boost of energy to feel the support. I was only running a 5K, It made me imagine how good the 10K and marathoners were feeling! All races finished at Liberty Park and people were going crazy as we crossed the finish line.
About 20 minutes after I finished, the first Marathoner came in. Wow! It was quite emotional to watch these folks, some in their 70's, finish such an incredible feat. Some looked like they had run around the block, others collapsed to the ground with exhaustion and needed to be carried away by medics. It was really inspiring.
I decided not to take the shuttle back to the start, but walk back up the parade route. This was great because I got to see the whole parade as a walked. There were many great floats, marching bands, beauty queens, etc.
One highlight for me was to see President Monson. As his car drove by and he lightheartedly waved to the crowd, the thought came into my head that this is the closest I had ever been (and perhaps ever will be) to a prophet of the Lord. The spirit rushed over me among the roar of the crowd. I waved at him and he waved back. I wondered how I would feel if that were Jesus himself waving at me. Wow, what a feeling!
I am really sore today, but I am going to try for the 10K next year!

Joseph Chirlee wins the Men's Marathon- Photo by Tom Smart, Deseret News

Rebecca Walter wins the Women's Marathon- Photo by Tom Smart, Deseret News



The Mormon Battalion

This is President Monson! It was cool to be that close to a prophet of the Lord!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Pioneer Day!

"To Them of the Last Wagon," by Lynn Fausett, © courtesy Museum of Art, Brigham Young University, all rights reserved.

Tomorrow is Pioneer Day here in Utah. It is to commemorate the day Brigham Young led the Saints to the Salt Lake Valley and claimed "This is the Place"! Being LDS, it is also a time to remember our ancestors who made that hard trek across the plains sacrificing all they had to find Zion.

I thought with that today would be a good time to share part of a talk I read today entitled: To Them of the Last Wagon, given by President J. Reuben Clark, Jr., First Counselor in the First Presidency, during General Conference in 1947 (100 years after the Saints arrived):

At the near close of this one hundredth year of the entering into these valleys of your fathers and your mothers, some of yours and mine, I wish to speak a few further words of humble tribute and thanksgiving to them, and especially to the meekest and lowliest of them, those great souls, majestic in the simplicity of their faith and in their living testimony of the truth of the restored gospel, to those souls in name unknown, unremembered, unhonored in the pages of history, but lovingly revered round the hearthstones of their children and their children’s children who pass down from generation to generation the story of their faith and their mighty works, and the righteousness of their lives and living, those souls who worked and worked, and prayed and followed, and wrought so gloriously.

I would not take away one word of praise or gratitude, honor or reverence from the great men who led these humble ones of ours. They were mighty men in brain and brawn, in courage and valor, in honesty and in love of truth, living near the Lord -- Brothers Brigham and Heber and Wilford and Willard and Charles, the two Orsons and Parley and John and George and Erastus and Lorenzo and Daniel and Joseph and Jedediah, and a host of other giants, each and all richly blessed with the Lord’s divine love and with that gift of the Holy Ghost that made them leaders truly like unto Moses of old. I yield, we yield, to no one in our gratitude for them and for their work of directing the conquest of the wilderness and of saving men’s souls. Their names shine lustrously on those pages of history which record only the doings of the makers of epochs -- those choice spirits, chosen before the foundation of the world, to be the leaders and builders of dispensations of God’s dealings with men; and these leaders of ours to be the builders of that dispensation which of old was named the “dispensation of the fullness of time(s).” (Eph. 1:10, D&C 112:30) Unnumbered eternities will remember and honor them.

But I should like now and here to say a few words about those who trod after where those giants led, some in the same companies that the Brethren piloted, some in later companies following that year and the years after, some in the fateful handcarts, with their unexcelled devotion, heroism, and faith, all trickling forward in a never-failing, tiny stream, till they filled the valley they entered and then flowed out at the sides and ends, peopling this whole wilderness-waste which they fructified, making it to fulfill the ancient prophecy that the desert should blossom as the rose.

I would like to say something about the last wagon in each of the long wagon trains that toiled slowly over the plains, up mountain defiles, down steep, narrow canyons, and out into the valley floor that was to be home -- this last wagon: last, because the ox team that pulled it was the smallest and leanest and weakest, and had the tenderest feet of any in the train; it was slow starting, and slow moving; last, because, worn and creaking, it took more time to fix and to grease, for young Jimmy generally had trouble in getting the wagon jack under the "ex"; last, because its wind-rent cover was old and patched and took hours to mend and tie up to keep out the storm; last, because the wife, heavy with child, must rest till the very moment of starting; last, because sickly little Bill, the last born, poorly nourished, must be washed and coaxed to eat the rough food, all they had; last, because with all his tasks -- helping little Bill, cooking and cleaning up the breakfast (Mother was not able to help much) -- Father took a little longer to yoke his cattle and to gird himself for the day’s labor; last, because his morning prayers took a few more minutes than the others spent -- he had so many blessings to thank the Lord for and some special blessings to ask the Lord to grant, blessings of health and strength, especially for his wife, and for little Bill, and for the rest, and then the blessings for himself that his own courage would not fail, but most of all for the blessing of faith, faith in God and in the Brethren who sometimes seemed so far away. For they were out in front where the air was clear and clean and where they had unbroken vision of the blue vault of heaven. The Brethren had really visioned the glory of the Lord, who walked near them, put his thoughts into their minds; his Spirit guided and directed them, petitioned thereto by the thousands of Saints who were back in Winter Quarters, back in Iowa, back in the States, and beyond, even across the waters, for the faithful poured out their souls in fervent prayer to Almighty God that the Brethren should be inspired. The Saints buoyed up the Brethren out in front with encouragement, with praise, and sometimes even with adulation. Knowing the Brethren were prophets of God, the Saints gave them full confidence, daily, almost hourly, expressed. The Brethren lived in a world of commendation from friends and the tried and true Saints. Rarely was their word or their act questioned by the faithful Saints. This was as it should be and had to be to carry out the Lord's purposes.

But back in the last wagon, not always could they see the Brethren way out in front, and the blue heaven was often shut out from their sight by heavy, dense clouds of the dust of the earth. Yet day after day, they of the last wagon pressed forward, worn and tired, footsore, sometimes almost disheartened, borne up by their faith that God loved them, that the restored gospel was true, and that the Lord led and directed the Brethren out in front. Sometimes, they in the last wagon glimpsed, for an instant, when faith surged strongest, the glories of a celestial world, but it seemed so far away and the vision so quickly vanished because want and weariness and heartache and sometimes discouragement were always pressing so near.

When the vision faded, their hearts sank. But they prayed again and pushed on, with little praise, with not too much encouragement, and never with adulation. For there was nearly always something wrong with the last wagon or with its team -- the off ox was a little lame in the right front shoulder; the hub of the left front wheel was often hot; the tire of the hind wheel on the same side was loose. So corrective counsel, sometimes strong reproof, was the rule, because the wagon must not delay the whole train. But yet in that last wagon there was devotion and loyalty and integrity, and above and beyond everything else, faith in the Brethren and in God’s power and goodness. For had not the Lord said that not even a sparrow fall(s) unnoticed by the Father, and were they not of more value than sparrows? And then they had their testimony, burning always like an eternal fire on a holy altar, that the restored gospel was true, that Joseph was a prophet of God, and that Brigham was Joseph's chosen successor.

When the train moved forward in the early morning sun and the oxen with a swinging pull that almost broke the tongue got the last wagon on the move, the dust in the still morning air hung heavy over the road. Each wagon from the first stirred up its own cloud, till when the last wagon swung into line, the dust was dense and suffocating. It covered that last wagon and all that was in it; it clung to clothes; it blackened faces; it filled eyes already sore, and ears. The wife, soon to be a mother, could hardly catch her breath in the heavy, choking dust, for even in the pure air she breathed hard from her burden. Each jolt of the wagon, for those ahead had made wagon ruts almost "ex" deep, wrung from her clenched lips a half-groan she did her best to keep from the ears of the anxious, solicitous husband plodding slowly along, guiding and goading the poor, dumb cattle, themselves weary from the long trek. So through the long day of jolting and discomfort and sometimes pain, and sometimes panting for breath, the mother, anxious only that the unborn babe should not be injured, rode, for she could not walk; and the children walked, for the load was too heavy and big for them to ride; and the father walked sturdily alongside and prayed.

When in the evening the last wagon creaked slowly into its place in the circle corral and the Brethren came to inquire how the day had gone with the mother, then joy leaped in their hearts, for had not the Brethren remembered them? New hope was born, weariness fled, fresh will to do was enkindled; gratitude to God was poured out for their knowledge of the truth, for their testimony that God lived, that Jesus was the Christ, that Joseph was a prophet, that Brigham was his ordained successor, and that for the righteous a crown of glory awaited that should be theirs during the eternities of the life to come. Then they would join in the songs and dancing in the camp, making the camp's gaiety their own -- as much as Mother's condition would permit.

Then the morning came when from out that last wagon floated the la-la of the newborn babe, and Mother love made a shrine and Father bowed in reverence before it. But the train must move on. So out into the dust and dirt the last wagon moved again, swaying and jolting, while Mother eased as best she could each pain-giving jolt so no harm might be done her, that she might be strong to feed the little one, bone of her bone, flesh of her flesh. Who will dare to say that angels did not cluster round and guard her and ease her rude bed, for she had given another choice spirit its mortal body that it might work out its God-given destiny?

My mother was one of those babes so born in 1848, ninety-nine years ago.

Another morning came, when courageous little Bill, who, with a hero's heart, had trudged through long days of hot sun and through miles of soggy mud in the rain, his little body drenched, little Bill, weak and wan, must be crowded in to ride with Mother, for he was sick from a heavy cold. Months before, on that cold winter's night when they fled Nauvoo for their lives to escape the fiendish wrath of a wild mob, Bill became dangerously ill with pneumonia, which left him with weak lungs. This old illness now returned. He grew worse and worse. The elders came and prayed he might get well. But the Lord wanted little Bill with Him. So a few mornings later a weeping mother and a grief-stricken father and that last wagon swung into place in the line, leaving beside the road, under some scrub brush, a little mound, unmarked save for heaped up rocks to keep out the wolves, a mound that covered another martyr to the cause of truth.

So through dust and dirt, dirt and dust, during the long hours, the longer days—that grew into weeks and then into months, they crept along till, passing down through its portals, the valley welcomed them to rest and home. The cattle dropped to their sides, wearied almost to death; nor moved they without goading, for they too sensed they had come to the journey's end.

That evening was the last of the great trek, the mightiest trek that history records since Israel’s flight from Egypt, and as the sun sank below the mountain peaks of the west and the eastern crags were bathed in an amethyst glow that was a living light, while the western mountainsides were clothed in shadows of the rich blue of the deep sea, they of the last wagon, and of the wagon before them, and of the one before that, and so to the very front wagon of the train, these all sank to their knees in the joy of their souls, thanking God that at last they were in Zion -- “Zion, Zion, lovely Zion; Beautiful Zion; Zion, city of our God!". They knew there was a God, for only he could have brought them, triumphant, militant, through all the scorn, the ridicule, the slander, the tarrings and featherings, the whippings, the burnings, the plunderings, the murderings, the ravishings of wives and daughters, that had been their lot, the lot of their people since Joseph visioned the Father and the Son.

But hundreds of these stalwart souls of undoubting faith and great prowess were not yet at their journey's end.

Brother Brigham again called them to the colors of the kingdom of God, and sent them to settle the valleys, near and remote, in these vast mountains of refuge. So again they yoked their oxen and hitched up their teams, and putting their all in the covered wagon, this time willingly, unwhipped by the threat of mob cruelty and outrage, they wended their slow way to new valleys again trusting with implicit faith in the wisdom and divine guidance of their Moses. The very elements obeyed their faith, faith close kin to that which made the world.

These tens of thousands who so moved and so built were the warp and the woof of Brother Brigham's great commonwealth. Without them Brother Brigham had failed his mission. These were the instruments—the shovelers, the plowers, the sowers and reapers, the machinists, the architects, the masons, the woodworkers, the organ builders, the artisans, the mathematicians, the men of letters, all gathered from the four corners of the earth, furnished by the Lord to Brother Brigham and the prophet leaders who came after, that he and they might direct the working out of His purposes. These wrought as God inspired Brother Brigham and the other prophets to plan, all to the glory of God and the upbuilding of His kingdom.

Upright men they were, and fearless, unmindful of what men thought or said of them, if they were in their line of duty. Calumny, slander, derision, scorn left them unmoved, if they were treading the straight and narrow way. Uncaring they were of men’s blame and censure, if the Lord approved them. Unswayed they were by the praise of men, to wander from the path of truth. Endowed by the spirit of discernment, they knew when kind words were mere courtesy, and when they betokened honest interest. They moved neither to the right nor to the left from the path of truth to court the good favor of men.

So for a full hundred years, urged by the spirit of gathering and led by a burning testimony of the truth of the restored gospel, thousands upon tens of thousands of these humble souls, one from a city, two from a family, have bade farewell to friends and homes and loved ones, and with sundered heart strings, companioned with privation and with sacrifice even to life itself, these multitudes have made their way to Zion, to join those who were privileged to come earlier, that all might build up the kingdom of God on earth -- all welded together by common hardship and suffering, never-ending work and deep privation, tragic woes and heart-eating griefs, abiding faith and exalting joy, firm testimony and living spiritual knowledge -- a mighty people, missioned with the salvation not only of the living but of the dead also, saviors, not worshippers of their ancestors, their hearts aglow with the divine fire of the spirit of Elijah, who turns the hearts of the fathers to the children and of the children to the fathers.

And thousands upon thousands of these tens of thousands, from the first till now, all the elect of God, measured to their humble calling and to their destiny as fully as Brother Brigham and the others measured to theirs, and God will so reward them. They were pioneers in word and thought and act and faith, even as were they of more exalted station. The building of this intermountain empire was not done in a corner by a select few but by this vast multitude flowing in from many nations, who came and labored and wrought, faithfully following their divinely called leaders.

In living our lives let us never forget that the deeds of our fathers and mothers are theirs, not ours; that their works cannot be counted to our glory; that we can claim no excellence and no place because of what they did, that we must rise by our own labor, and that labor failing, we shall fall. We may claim no honor, no reward, no respect, nor special position or recognition, no credit because of what our fathers were or what they wrought. We stand upon our own feet in our own shoes. There is no aristocracy of birth in this Church; it belongs equally to the highest and the lowliest; for as Peter said to Cornelius, the Roman centurion, seeking him: "Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons:

"But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him." (Acts 10:34-35)

So to these humble but great souls, our fathers and mothers, the tools of the Lord, who have, for this great people, hewed the stones and laid the foundations of God's kingdom, solid as the granite mountains from which they carved the rocks for their temple, to these humble souls, great in faith, great in work, great in righteous living, great in fashioning our priceless heritage, I humbly render my love, my respect, my reverent homage. God keep their memories ever fresh among us, their children, to help us meet our duties even as they met theirs, that God's work may grow and prosper till the restored gospel of Jesus Christ rules all nations and all peoples, till peace, Christ’s peace, shall fill the whole earth, till righteousness shall cover the earth even as the waters cover the mighty deep. Let us here and now dedicate all that we have and all that we are to this divine work. May God help us so to do.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Back To The Old (Mission) Stomping Grounds- Vernal a/k/a Dinosaur Land!

I went to Vernal to attend the funeral of Francis Southam, my dear friend's (and mom in Vernal) mother. I had a nice time driving around seeing the sights and remembering my mission. This is the Vernal Temple. I went there every Monday.

This guy is my favorite Dinosaur in Vernal! They dress him up for every holiday. CUTE!

I love her too! She is pink and she has fabulous long eyelashes!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Family Photos

My mom is around 14 years old here. I love this photo. She is so pretty. Her face reminds me of the actress who played Mary Ingles on Little House on the Prairie.

Dad looks so cool in this photo. So rockabilly! The Fonz with tattoos! He was a great dancer too.

I went to Atlanta for Thanksgiving 2 years ago and came across the Whitworth family photo album. I large brown leather album with Our Family-The Whitworths on the front of it. I always loved looking through it at our baby photos and younger photos of my parents.

That Thanksgiving, my mom told me that I could have the album. I have made it a mission to collect as many old photos as possible. Mom has boxes of photos that should be in there, but are not. The one thing I love about going to Atlanta is that I always come home with a few more photos. These are a couple I found at my sisters house.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Miss Lillie Goes to the Temple!

Today was a glorious day! My mom after suffering a massive stroke 2 months ago received her endowments today in the Atlanta Temple! She was also sealed to my deceased father and I was sealed to them. There was barely enough kleenex in the temple for all of the happy tears that were shed!

Mom was so exited! She said that she felt the spirit so strong in the Temple that she thought Heavenly Father was going to walk right up to her. I think he did. She was in a lot of pain for the past few days and I was not sure she was going to be up for sitting in the wheelchair for so long, but she did it without pain while she was in the Temple, the second we left she was in pain.
This was truly a very special day for me and my family.

Me, Mom and my sweet nephew, Parker outside the Atlanta Temple.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

I Can Still be a New Yorker (Even in Utah)!

Many a cold New York morning did I drink my Swiss Miss out of one of these paper cups served at every diner or street cart in Manhattan. Now I can have a New York moment anytime, anywhere as this one is ceramic! I love New York and this cup!

Monday, July 7, 2008

Happy 4th of July (Late)!

David and I had a great 4th of July! We went to a pancake breakfast that our ward was throwing for the community, we went swimming and later that night we went to see the fireworks in Sandy.
On Saturday, David and I took a drive up to the Crystal hot springs. That was a lot of fun. Thy had this huge water slide that David and I went down about 20 times! I sure didn't want to go back to work today!

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

There is Beauty All Around....

I love to take walks during my lunch hour and since I work only a few blocks from Temple Square, I go there a lot. Yesterday I was walking to the Distribution Center to purchase a temple dress for my sweet mother (who will be receiving her endowments on July 12th in Atlanta). As I passed the Lion House I was suddenly breathless by the sight of the most gorgeous flowers! They look like tall orchids of many different colors, but I am not sure. All I know is that they were beautiful!