What Oddities Dream Collection

                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.

Technology replaces "old school"

          The stake has been advertising a Family History Fair which was supposed to be at the end of February but was postponed until today due to the power outage that took place.  We went to the one that was offered today.  I asked Marva if she would like to go as I thought I remembered her having some interest in family history and so I facebooked her the information.  She reminded me that she and Shelly are no longer attending Church which I knew and still don’t understand after all her hunting the missionaries down and having them teach her – but whatever.

          I told her that the FHF was advertised as a community event offered to everybody regardless of faith.  It just happened to take place at the LDS stake center (a boundary name for LDS church location) as there is information available at LDS centers that are not always offered to home accounts.  The instructor I’d gone to today was explaining different icons to be clicked on and what they meant and where they would take us.  She said there are some items of information that will not even be retrieved from the LDS family center porthole but could be found at the LDS family center in Salt Lake City.

          I remember having gone to the center several times at different stages in my lifetime.  I started out as a youth, never building a passion for genealogy, but having gone to do research.  It was back in the day before personal computers.  Nothing was digital.  We copied information by hand or else paid a dime to have a legal size page photo-copied from a copier probably made by Xerox as that is the only brand name I remember being associated with copiers. 

          We kept our papers in a legal size binder.  Usually, they had extended punches to be slipped more easily into the binder (which means they could also easier slip out) or else we could loosen the screws and even change all the pages around in a different order.  

          There was a large variety of hardcovers to choose from.

          Many had pictures of temple outlines and silhouettes.  

          I could not settle on any one temple.  I chose a white book that displayed the majority of temples in existence at that time.

          I remember my Aunt Julia coming to visit for about a week or so.  We rarely saw her.  She would leave early in the morning and stay at the Genealogy Library until it closed.  How awesome it is that technology continues to bless so many lives.