Teaching Lovely Ladies about the Importance of Journaling

This evening I was invited to speak to women in a neighboring Stake about the importance of writing and recording our lives.  I had a lovely time visiting with them.

Here are the notes I spoke from:

Journal Presentation, Jan Kocherhans’s 10th Ward, Orem
14 April 2026

I’m here today to talk to you about Journal Writing!
Get to know them a bit, ask about their journals.
Who’s behind? Who’s caught up, etc.

I’ve thought a lot  about the prophet Malachi, the last prophet in the OT, who’s prophecies show up in every single one of our standard works in Epic Moments:

“Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord:  And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest the whole earth be smitten with a curse (Malachi 4:5-6) (or utterly wasted at his coming D&C 138:48).

These words have been repeated in every dispensation of time, to every people. They were some of Moroni’s first words to Joseph Smith.

I used to think being Utterly Wasted meant that at the end of the world, we’d see nuclear fallout with peoples eyes falling out of their sockets and flesh falling from their bones.  Now I think it means something very different.

A wonderful storyteller name Donald Davis said,
“We are what we remember.
If we don’t remember something, it’s as if it never happened.”

When we write in our journals or record our stories, we are literally Saving Lives–the lives of those who live in those stories.
When the memory is gone, it’s as if those events never happened, or those people never lived.
It’s like our lives or theirs are utterly wasted.

If I try hard my whole life and I learn things, and make mistakes and repent and try again and learn more things, and then I die, leaving no record,  my life is of no worth to those who come after I die, because they will not know me or know what I learned.  My life will be wasted to those who come after me.

We must save our lives, and the lives of those who have gone before us.

Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale:
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.”

That MAGIC is what we are here to talk about this evening.

Who can tell me one thing you know about one of your ancestors?
How or where did you learn these things about them?
How do their words connect you?

Ancestors who left journals or photos or stories are the easiest to get to know.  Journals help us know what they did and why.
They help us understand the challenges they dealt with.
People who left journals speak to us even after they are gone.
We are able to connect with them when we know something about them.
We can relate our lives to theirs.
We can see how choices they made played out in their lives.
(At the time great-grandma wrote about meeting great-grandpa, she didn’t know she’d end up marrying him!)
We can see from our perspective what they couldn’t see from theirs.

They wrote day by day or year by year, not knowing what their future would bring.  But WE can look back and see their whole lives and how things played out.  We can see how keeping the commandments blessed lives and how wrong choices caused trouble and sadness.  We can learn from their choices.
I think that’s one of the most important reasons why HF wants us to Write!

Journals and histories help us learn from experiences over time.  We learn by looking back to see where choices lead–ours or those of our ancestors.

There is another very important reason why it’s important to leave your words behind.

We often talk about the Spirit of Elijah in relation to Family History work.  When I do FH work, I feel my heart turning to my fathers and ancestors and I feel that they are aware of me when I notice them.
If I don’t pay attention them, they don’t pay attention to me.
I often sense the presence or influence of those loved ones who have gone before.  In most cases, I never knew them here, but have learned to love them since.  I feel especially close to those I have learned about, and I feel them particularly near.
One day it occurred to me that it’s when I’m paying attention to them that I feel them paying attention to me.  It’s like they’re given permission to be near me. Perhaps because I love and care for them, they get to return love and care for me in a way I can feel it.  I feel them watching out for me and protecting me and my family.
That never happens with the ancestors I don’t know.
So how do we learn to know our ancestors??
Remember, one day YOU will be an ancestor to those who follow.

MAYBE if we write in our journals today, our future descendants will get to know us and love US and maybe long after we are gone, they will get to feel Us near them!

That’s one of my biggest motivations for writing in my journal.
I want my children who will never know me on earth to know me and to know why I lived the way I lived.
I want them to know
how what I believe affects my daily living
how I try to follow Jesus
why I read my scriptures
why I try to be good
why I went on missions
I want them to know how much I love my Savior Jesus Christ.
I want them to know ME.

And if they know ME, maybe I will get to hover near THEM!
In that day, maybe they will feel ME because they have my words and they know me!  In that day, I hope I can watch over and protect THEM!

We live in a wonderful day where it’s easy to capture and record memories.
How many of you have written in a journal this week?
How many of you have taken a picture this week?
How many of you use facebook or instagram to post things about your life?
How many of you send a Christmas card with a family update?

When you write and record things about your life, you are preserving your life, so it won’t be Utterly Wasted.  You are helping fulfill Malachi’s prophecy in a way that turns the hearts of the fathers to the children and the hearts of the children to the fathers/mothers.

This is why Journals are so Very Important.  They are part of God’s Plan.
We should write about the things we do and the things we believe and how we live.

In Alma 36, we read moving letters from a father to his sons.  His words are personal and intimate. These words have been carefully preserved (thanks to Mormon), not just for Alma’s sons, but also for us.
Alma teaches us 6 things we should include in our writing:
What I have tasted (been through)
What I have seen
What I do know
How I have been supported
How I trust God
How He has and how He will deliver me

Alma 37:8 Alma’s 3 reasons for writing and preserving our records
Enlarge the memory of this people
Convince many of the error of their ways
Bring others to the knowledge of their God

Nothing strengthens my testimony of Journaling more than when I discover and read words like Alma’s to his sons, or the journals or personal histories of family members who are gone, or of others who described their experiences.  Some were kind enough to mention my family members in their journals.

I’ve spent a good deal of time in libraries and archives reading journals and histories of people who lived near where my ancestors lived.  My 3rd great grandpa and his family lived in Nauvoo.  They were the Prophet Joseph Smith’s neighbors.

Sometimes I read things in the journals of others that change me and how much I love my ancestors.  A man named Joseph Lee Robinson lived close to Joseph Smith and my 3rd Grandparents.  They lived close to the river.  One day he made a journal entry describing the living conditions in Nauvoo at that time.
I have never forgotten his words.
My great-great grandmother, Charlotte was his neighbor.  She was a little girl in Nauvoo at the time he wrote this journal entry.  I often think of her curled up in her bed at night and wonder.

Here’s what Joseph Lee Robinson wrote in August 1841:
“When we arrived in the city of Nauvoo, I soon found my brother Ebenezer. He had a house for us to go to. It was a big log house near his printing office. Ebenezer was the printer for the church. (He was writing the Church Organ,) so had built a large two-story house. The top floor was used for his home and the bottom for the printing press. It was near the river, not far from the Prophet Joseph’s home. The worst enemy we found here was the long-tailed rat, that would bite the lips and nose[s] of our little children while they slept.” (Page 6)

That one sentence someone else wrote in their journal helps me love my ancestors more.  They did hard things.  I love them because I know what they did.  And because I know them, I feel them close to me now.

What are your family’s most treasured possessions?
Show Elsa’s 1912 journal crossing the ocean from Germany.

How many of you have access to the journals of your parents, grandparents, or
ancestors?  If not, what would you give to know more about the details of their lives?  What do you wish you knew about them?
How many of you are writing now things your posterity will treasure?

If we had time, I’d share some accounts written by my ancestors and have you listen for:
1.  What you find interesting and why
2.  What things are different from what you experience in today’s world?
3.  Context–what was going on in their world at that time?
4.  Details–not generalizations, but little things you can visualize
(like the long-tailed rats)
5.  How does what you hear affect you?
6.  What similar experiences have you had in your own life?

Nothing has improved my journaling skills more than some ideas I want to teach you today from Arthur Henry King.

Handout–read together
How does what he suggest differ from how most people write?
More honest
Not “feelings”
(Not “I felt the Spirit” but what caused you to feel the Spirit–the how and why.  Not just your testimony, but WHY you have a testimony.)
What were the things he said would be most interesting to generations to come?
Daily routines, things that change, technology.
The things that interest you will interest your children some day:

–It interests my kids, that personal computers did not exist when I graduated from HS and when I was in high school, I had seen fewer than 10 theater  movies in my entire LIFE.  VHS tapes were invented when I was on my mission.

–It interests my daughter that blow dryers, curling irons, and flat irons did not exist when I was in high school.  She finds it strange that I sewed most of my clothes and rode a school bus to school.

–My son, Aaron, who loves everything gadety, finds it interesting that nothing in Best Buy today existed when I was his age.  Not one thing.  We played music on records, then 8-track tapes, then tape recorders and cassettes.  Videos and CDs, cell phones and ipods, streaming music and movies, were all a thing of the future.

One of the things I’ve learned that is important in journal writing is to mention lots of people–all those who surround you.  If you want family members to take an interest in what you have to say, make it interesting to them too–have something to say about their lives.

My mom kept a journal and  wrote quite a bit.  She handed me a copy of a  30-40 page personal history before she died a few years ago.  She wanted me to read it.  I was given one mention: that I was born.   My motivation to read about her life would increase drastically if I were mentioned in it.

While my kids were still living at home, I  made it a practice to mention in my  daily entries what they were doing or saying at the moment I wrote. (Examples: Adam at BB practice, Claire in the kitchen with friends making crepes, Aaron on the sofa watching sports center.)

Sometimes I imagine them (after I am dead) doing a word search for their names in my journal and finding little gems about their lives they’d forgotten.

Now I often copy notes from texts or messages family members send, including actual dialogue:

My husband and I are preparing to move from our family home of 32 years.  It’s the only home our kids remember.  They are not happy we are moving out so our oldest son can move in.
This week I wrote:
I finished packing up everything in Claire’s room except for the drawers by her sink. She called today.  I showed her the progress I’ve made emptying her room.  She later texted me:  “Thanks for spending all the time boxing that stuff up.  It’s kind of hard to watch it happen.”
I responded with: “Packing up your things has reminded me of what a full life you’ve had and how much I love being your mom.”

It’s also fun to include descriptions of what our grandkids are doing.  Learning to ride a scooter bike, losing a first tooth, what crazy outfits they are wearing, who’s traveling where, etc.

It’s also fun to mention what’s going on in the neighborhood or on the news.
Note signs of the times.  (Victor Ludlow Isaiah class 40 years ago.)
Wars, rumors of wars, natural disasters, inflation, sickness and disease

Handout: List of things I like to do in my journals/why use a computer
Handout: Things I will really wish I’d recorded when I’m older
Record “A Day in the Life of”
A total description of yourself every 5 years
Create a Chronology
Write a Yearly summary every year before the year ends –Wilford Woodruff
Start a Writing Group with friends
Meet together in person or online, share something you’ve written
Ease in with LISTS
Lists–52 Lists of Happiness, List books, find lists online
Use Writing Prompts  –To our Children’s Children, Old Friend From Far Away
The Book of Alchemy 100 Day Project
Show examples of helpful books: Encyclopedia of an Everyday Life, List books, writing prompt books, ideas for kids, etc.

It’s my testimony that Heavenly Father values the written word and he wants us to record what is happening in our lives.  You can start with today and go forward.  Don’t feel you have to start at a beginning and catch up before you write about today.  Just Start Now.  Start with today.

Commit to writing for 8 minutes a day.

Frederick G. Williams IV:

From those who wrote in shrouded days of yore
Some books remain, through which the silent pen
Affords to creatures now and evermore
A glimpse into the hearts of men.

Yet countless thoughts and deeds by men conceived
That once were known, are now forgot’ and passed.
This lesson we should learn that thoughts received,
Except some way preserved, will never last.

For hist’ry isn’t made or lived, but kept.
And till the deeds to paper are transferred
That man may yet survive when he hath slept,
On earth, at least, ‘tis though they ne’er occurred.

To live and not have written, save one’s name,
Or never to have lived, is much the same.

Ronald O. Barney, of the Church History Department:
If you do not write your story, your name will be obliterated from the human record and you will not speak from the grave. You will not have any influence on those who come after you. Those who write about the things they have done and learned in life have a huge impact on posterity.  Write your story. You have overcome things your children need to know about.”

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The Lindon, Utah Temple Open House

We got to visit the Lindon Temple today with our Malian friends, Anounou and his son, Gabou.  It was a glorious day.  We are so excited to have another finished temple in our area.  Imagine, we are within 15-20 minutes of 7 temples:  Orem, Lindon, American Fork, the Provo City Center, and the Rock Canyon (still under construction).  Another temple is being built in Lehi.  The Payson Temple is about 20 minutes south.

Utah and its 28 Latter-day Saint temples – Church News

While we waited in line and visited, I asked Chat GPT to compare the sizes of the Orem and Lindon Temples with each other and the rest of the temples. We are currently part of the Orem Temple District, but after we move, we’ll be in the Lindon Temple District.

Where Orem & Lindon fit overall:
Orem Utah Temple ≈ 70,000 sq ft
Lindon Utah Temple ≈ 87,000 sq ft
These are considered mid-sized modern temples.

1. Compared to the largest temples
The biggest temples in the world are much larger:
Salt Lake Temple – over 380,000 sq ft
Los Angeles California Temple – ~190,000 sq ft
Provo Utah Rock Canyon Temple – ~163,000 sq ft

2. Compared to “classic Utah temples”
Many well-known Utah temples fall in the 100,000–150,000 sq ft range:
Jordan River Utah Temple – ~148,000 sq ft
Mount Timpanogos Utah Temple – ~107,000 sq ft
Bountiful Utah Temple – ~104,000 sq ft

3. Compared to smaller temples worldwide
On the other end, many temples built since the late 1990s are quite small:
Some temples are only 10,000–30,000 sq ft

Compared to those:
Orem and Lindon are much larger
They are not “small temples” in the Hinckley-era sense

4. The “modern sweet spot”
What’s interesting is that many newer U.S. temples (especially in Utah) are clustering around 70,000 – 90,000 sq ft
Examples near that range:
Lindon (~87k)
Heber Valley (~87k)
Saratoga Springs (~98k, slightly larger)

This suggests:
The Church is building efficient, mid-sized temples
Designed for high demand areas (like Utah County) without going “mega-sized”

Simple way to picture it
Small temples: 10k–30k sq ft
Orem Temple: ~70k → medium-large modern
Lindon Temple: ~87k → upper end of modern standard
Classic Utah temples: 100k–150k
Largest temples: 150k–380k+

We are in the temple several times each week.  I love feeling the peace of the Spirit there.  It is the House of the Lord.

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Saying Farewell to Old Typewriters

Here’s another bit of old technology I pulled out of a basement closet–the typewriters (and our briefcases) that John and I used when we were university students at BYU and beyond.  When I first arrived at BYU in the fall of 1977, no one had typewriters.  We had to hand write our papers and projects.  We used erasers to make corrections and we put lined papers under the sheet we wrote on to keep things straight.

A year or two into my college years, personal typewriters were sold to normal people like students.  We lugged these heavy machines around with us.  We used correction ribbons and White Out to fix mistakes.  We counted up from the bottom to know where to start our footnotes.  We became proficient typists.

I learned to type in a Reedley High typing class taught by Bro. Neil Frandsen.  We all took typing classes back then.  It was the future.  (Although shorthand was still taught.)

It wasn’t until I lived in Nigeria (1984-87) after graduating from BYU that I really became a good typist.  We took a big heavy electric typewriter with us that we used when we had generated power 2 hours each day.  The rest of the time, we used Mary Ellen’s little portable manual typewriter.  In that day, we kept a joint journal.  I dictated, she added, and did the typing.  Here’s what it looked like:

After she got sick and returned to the States, I had to do my own typing.  I determined to type my journal every single day to practice my typing.  It wasn’t long before my fingers started to fly.  I loved being able to type fast and capture more.  I’ve never looked back.

We only had one typewriter in Nigeria and we had limited electricity.  Our little team of humanitarian workers had to take turns using it to write our reports and type our journals, signing up for time slots.

Here’s a closer look at our beloved typewriters before sending them off to Deseret Industries.  Mine:

John’s:

It was a little hard to part with them.  Many words passed through these typewriter keys.  Next I will face our two slide projectors.  I’m not sure I can send both of them away yet.

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Cleaning out old technology

The purging continues.  Today we tackled the Camera Cupboard.  This place above one of our desks has held generations of cameras and camera equipment.  Today we pulled out every camera, cord, and charger and spread them all over the table to sort them out.  We found probably 10 different cameras of all shapes and sizes.  These cameras have traveled with us all over the world, capturing and preserving memories that bring us great joy.

My camera today is in my iPhone.  When I don’t have a pocket, it slips into my bra (my chest of drawers).  It’s always at my fingertips.  The photos I take now are free.  I don’t have to wait and pay for developing.  I can edit a bad photo in the moment.  Our whole photographing world has changed with the iPhone camera.  I would never go back.  Still, I could not take my expensive old cameras (Canon EOS, Canon Rebel, and Nikon) to the thrift store.  I put them carefully back into their carrying bags and sent them to the Farm House cellar with Claire’s stuff.  Maybe one day she’ll want a “vintage” camera.  She’s a photographer.  All of the little pocket cameras did depart today, along with lots of cords and chargers and pocket tripods.

As we empty our home, I’ve tried to photograph how things look before I pack each room.  It’s not easy dismantling and extracting our life from this wonderful home.  I want to capture every place memories were made.

I’ve been working in Claire’s room, emptying her life into boxes.  It’s emotional work.  We’ll store her things until she has a place for them.  I loved packing up Claire’s shelf full of journals, her school scrapbooks and her first laptop computer (she wants to try to get back into it to see the time capsule stored there).

The Before:

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Easter Conference Weekend at the Cabin

Happy Easter, Everyone!  We had a glorious weekend at the cabin listening to General Conference.  I came away filled, calm and uplifted.  The focus was on following our Savior, Jesus Christ.  I am so grateful for Him and for His kindness to me.

This weekend I had my Stonewood Writing Group on my mind, wondering if I might hear a message to share with them.  On Sunday afternoon, the message came. It was from Elder Dhi Hong (Sam) Wong Of the Seventy. His talk is called “Remember, Remember.” You can read it here.

He introduced his thoughts by asking, “What would God want us to remember?” My journal mind stopped right there, and I wrote those words down. He went on to share 5 “Remember, Remember” scripture passages from the Book of Mormon.

I’ve been thinking all week about what God would want ME to remember. I am starting a list and I will try my best to see that the things on my list are recorded. I will invite my readers to join me in this writing experience. Give it some thought. What are the important things you have learned or experienced that you don’t ever want to forget?  If it’s not written, it’s as if it never happened. Let’s keep our memories safe by recording them.

Here are the 4 quilts I bound while watching Conference:  2 I Spy quilts, Tessie #4, and the Sledders.  This cozy flannel quilt will stay at the cabin.

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My Book Club Ladies

We met this evening to share our book suggestions for the coming year.  Here’s how we’re all looking these days!

One fun thing we do every year for our April Book Selection Dinner Party is to submit a short history of our last year.  Here’s what I sent to the historian this time:

Ann Lewis
• We returned from our mission in the Europe Central Area in March 2025.
• I dove deep into German family history work (4–6 hours a day).
• We visited kids in Irvine/Newport and in St. Louis.
• Aaron and Abbey moved from our compound to Salt Lake City.
• John was called to be a sealer in the Orem temple.
• We took a family trip to Hilton Head in October.
• I had hip replacement surgery in October.
• Adam came to interview for jobs here in January: three interviews, three offers.
• Adam and Heidi will buy our family home and move into it in July.
• John and I have found a new lot, plan, and builder and will move to the farmhouse during the new build.
• We’ve spent lots of hours of sorting, thinning, and purging our lives.

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A Big Change is Coming!

It’s time to talk about something huge happening in our lives right now.  Last January Adam came from St. Louis to interview for jobs here in Utah.  He had 3 interviews, and immediately had 2 good offers.  The 3rd offer (his top choice) took weeks to come, then more weeks until the contract was signed.  That signing happened a few weeks ago, and that signing put started a large ball rolling.

When you go away on missions, you learn to live in small little apartments with only those things that fit into your 2 suitcases.  When you return home, you roll your eyes around over all the things you possess and wonder why you have so much and why you need so much space to live.  Every time we’ve returned, we’ve tried to thin out the things in our home.  And we’ve talked of down-sizing.

Our son, Adam, with his growing family (5 kids so far) have been in Missouri for the last 9 years, as he’s completed medical school and now his residency, which ends in June.  He and Heidi have expressed an interest in buying our home to raise their family here.

That thought became reality a few weeks ago when he signed a contract to work in Pleasant Grove, 20 minutes from here.  We are thrilled for him.  But suddenly our moving away became real.  The first few nights I didn’t sleep, wondering how I could leave a home we built 32 years ago, a home where we raised our family  a home that holds every family memory.  I lay in bed, realizing that we had 4 months to pack up our lives and  go somewhere else.  I tried not to cry.  I tried not to feel overwhelmed.  It felt like my entire life of STUFF kept flashing before my eyes, as I thought about my office, my quilt rooms, our living spaces, and all the memories held here.

I also worried about where we would go.  How would we ever find a place we love as much as we love this home??  We started looking.  We walked through newly built and older homes that were for sale.  Nothing felt right.  We looked at dozens of homes online, trying to imagine living in them.  We found nothing.  My anxiety grew and I didn’t sleep much.

Then on 28 February, we walked through a model home in north east Orem.  The outside wasn’t terribly impressive, but when we walked through the door, we both immediately felt and expressed the same words, “I could live here!”  This home had everything we were looking for.  It felt like a gift to us.

Things moved rather quickly after that.  We met with the builder, we selected a lot, we met with the designer who works with the builder, and we got serious about packing up our stuff.  My heart flipped from heavy to almost giddy overnight.

So we are moving.  Adam’s family will arrive in July and they will move into our family home.  We will move over to the Farm House while our new home is built.  We should be moved in by November.  We will have a glorious summer living next door to 5 beautiful grandkids as Adam and Heidi settle in and we exit.

Life is good.  We are happy.  The change in our home place is hard for all of us, but in the end, it will be the best possible scenario for our whole family.  We are thrilled that our family compound will stay in the family.  We are happy to be forced to organize and thin out all of our stuff.  We will be happy to go to a home we can easily live in for the rest of our our lives.  I’ll have an office for my family history work.  I’ll have a large sewing studio.  John will have a much smaller yard to care for.  We will have beautiful views of Mt. Timpanogos and we will live across the street from a cemetery.  It will be lovely.

So for now, we carry on, thinning out our things, hauling carloads of stuff to Deseret Industries, passing things on to friends and family, and we dream of what’s ahead.

This is the little development we are moving into, lot #13 at the top.  It backs up to the Murdock Trail and the old WordPerfect campus and is just west of Orem Cemetery.

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The Chiwara Award, a sweet honor

This evening we attended the annual Ouelessebougou Gala.  We’ve been involved with the Ouelessebougou Alliance for years.  My first invitation to help the Alliance was shortly after I returned from living in Nigeria (1984-1987).  A small group of businessmen led by Elder Duff Hanks asked me to consult with them as they brainstormed about beginning this organization that has carried on all these years.  They had chosen Mali, the poorest country in Africa, and then chosen the poorest region in Mali to begin their humanitarian work.

After John and I married in 1990, I learned that he also had been involved with the Ouelessebougou Alliance.  WordPerfect sponsored a table at the Gala every year and he got to attend.  As our kids got older, we became more and more involved.  John served as Board Chair for many years, and we traveled to Mali many times.  All 3 of our kids have been with us there on humanitarian expeditions.  Then from 2020 to 2022, we were full time missionaries in Mali and Cote d’Ivoire.  More recently, we’ve both served on the board.

This evening as they announced the Chiwara Award and called us up to the front, we were completely surprised.  What a sweet honor!  We love our Ouelessebougou friends and the people of Mali.

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Farmer Ron’s Orchard — A Farewell Walk

This is the view from our back steps, looking east, over our wall to the orchard.  Today I took a farewell walk there.  Orem City is changing how the water rights work, buying back the water from those of us who owned some.  That means that the 4 acres of orchard across the street from our back yard, belonging to the Rieske family, will have no irrigation water this next year.  The trees will die.  It’s so sad.  I grew up surrounded by orchards and have loved seeing this orchard every day from my kitchen window.

This will be the last time these trees bloom.  Today I went over to talk to them and say farewell.

This blackberry patch will also die.  These have been the best berries ever.  I’m glad to have taken some starts from here to plant in our playground.  They will live on there.

Here’s the view of our home and the Farm House from the orchard:

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Interesting Ancestral Family Names from my Bushman and Turley Lines

The Charlotte Amanda Bushman and John Sabey Family

The list below has names I’ve run across in my Bushman and Turley families.  I’ve sent this to my kids when they were searching for baby name ideas!

Girls

Asa
Addie
Adela LaRue
Adelaide
Adelia
Agnes
Alicia
Alta
Althalla
Althea
Alzada
Armeda
Atthalia Gay
Augusta
Baitty
Belle
Bertha
Beulah
Beullah
Birdella
Burgella
Calista
Centenna
Cleo Fern
Cordelia
Cornella
Delberta
Delilah Jane
Della
Delphiana
Demaris
Didamia
Drucilla
Dulce Omna
Edith
Editha
Edna
Edrie
Edwina
Effie
Eleanor
Electra
Elfreda
Elma
Elna
Elpie
Elsie
Elsiet
Elva
Emmerette
Erma
Ermine
Ethel
Eugenia
Eula
Evangelize
Evva
Fay
Fernanda
Flora
Flossie
Fontella
Fontelle
Genevieve
Gladys
Gwendolyn
Haricleah
Hattie
Hazel
Hulda
Ida Mae
Ina Claire
Inez
Ireta
Iva
Jerusha
Keziah
Laelia
Laree
Lauretta
LaVerne
LaVieve
Lazelle
Leila
Leona
Leone
Letitia
Levenia
Lila
Lola
Lorana
Lorena
Lorita
Lovell
Loverill
Luceil
Lucille
Lucy
Luna
Mabel
Mae
Mahala
Malacia
Mammie
Mania
Marian
Maud
Mehable
Mehetable
Melba
Melvina
Mildred
Moneta
Myra
Myrle
Myrtle
Naomi
Nedra
Nulyne
Nyla
Odelia
Olive Minnie
Ollis
Ora
Oranna
Ordeane
Oreilla
Orilla
Orlean
Parthenia
Pearl
Pheby
Regina
Reva
Rhoda
Roxie
Ruia
Ruthella
Sadie
Seraphine
Shelah
Tecla
Thelka
Thelma
Urma
Urna
Urna Lu Ree
Ursel
Valeria
Vanese
Venna Pearl
Venna
Vera
Verla
Verna
Viola
Vivian
Vora
Willena
Wilma
Winifred
Zelda
Zelma
Zemira

Boys

Adelbert
Adous
Albert
Almon
Alphonso
Alvin
Amasa
Arlin LaVarre
Asahel
Bertrude
Bliss
Cardwell “Cardie”
Carlst
Carlyle
Casper
Chester
Clarence
Clayborn
Clyde
Cyrus
Darrel
Dennison
Dermal
Derry
Dono Chester
Doyle
Dulane
Ebert
Edgar Wayne
Edwin Lycurgus
Einer
Elam
Elbert
Ellis
Elmer
Elwin Ewing
Elwyn
Emerson
Erby
Ernest
Evert
Ezra
Ezrael
Fenwick
Ferrin
Firman
Fon
Foss
Garland Foscue
Gaskell
Gaylen
Hernan
Hial
Homer
Hosmer
Hugh
Ivan
Kenton Peary
Labelle
LaMar
Lanny
Laron Lionel
LaVerde
Lazarus
Leland
Lorenzo Wickliffe
Lorin
Luther
Lycurgus
Marcelleus
Marion
Marlin
Maxel
Melvin
Merle
Milton
Morris
Myron
Newel
Oborn
Omner
Orin
Ormus
Orval
Otto
Parley
Peary Bliss
Prees
Randolf
Ransom
Reginald
Reuben
Roald
Rolando
Rollin
Roscoe
Ruel
Rufus Winston
Rulon
Saxton
Shryl
Silas Derryfield
Simeon
Suel
Thelbert
Thorn
Tillman Willis
Udell
Verdun
Verl
Vernard
Vernon Willard
Victor Elmo
Virgil
Wallace Mar
Warren
Willard
William Wilberforce
Winston

Mary Jane, Bertha, Louise and Ruthella, daughters of Elizabeth Lightner and Joseph Orson Turley (colorized).

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