Last night I had a dream that we had gone to the Enchanted Forest and somehow ended up with a book of names. The names were written in my father’s handwriting – or so I believed. The only name I can remember was Priddy Meaks – who is an ancestor on my mother’s side. So maybe it was my mother’s handwriting? I, of course, do not remember the details as I had when I initially woke up. I remember telling Jaime that we should collect all the pressed pennies that we could for they each had the names of our forefathers. Lies.
First of all, Enchanted Forest didn’t even exist when Priddy Meaks crossed the plains with the pioneer company. There is some monument or structure that bears his name. I have never seen it but my mom said she did when she was in Illinois. It is not in Oregon. It is not in the Enchanted Forest. I think the furthest west that Priddy had ever gone was Salt Lake City, Utah.
Odd dream. Though I can figure out the triggers. I just recently looked up the schedule for Enchanted Forest. They MAY be open March 24 – but no other info is available. Both Come Follow Me and the lesson for this Sunday’s RS lesson focus on genealogy. Jamie has been collecting pressed pennies for a number of years. Apparently my mind encompassed them all into a single focus. Weird.
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