Beneath the Wraps

                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 no...

        My first week at the Myrtle Creek Ward was on Father’s Day.   Several members introduced themselves to me and Roland.   During Relief Society I was sitting with a sister who thrives on family history.           A sign up list had been passed around for an activity that would take place in a three weeks time.   The sister asked if I had pioneer ancestry and would I be willing to share something from my history.   Sure, I guess.   I do have pioneer ancestors.           When a received a reminder call, I realized that I didn’t have any stories.   As mentioned on previous posts, family history is not my forte – and I don’t do all that well at Church history either.   There is definitely need for improvement.         I do remember my mom telling us about an ancestor named Priddy Me...