the Buena Vista

Guess this might be a more appropriate post for "Pioneer Day". John Davis Jones was born November 2 1831 in a place called "Yetgoch", which is Red Gate in Welsh. It was a a cottage on teh Llanybyther Mountain in the Parish of Llanllwne, County of Carmarthaen, Wales. It was Captain Dan Jones who made repairs to the ship Buena Vista in Liverpool and at 17 years old and alone without family John left from Liverpool. It took them 7 weeks and 3 days to arrive in New Orleans on April 18th 1849. As soon as all were off the boat and the things were unloaded the boat sank in the harbor. John made his way up the Mississippi River and then to Utah. He worked at one point in Mill Creek Canyon where I hope to be later this week and then moved on eventually to Malad.

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People have paid a heavy price to come to this country and this is a day that many went to war for the country are honored. Seems like this was a good message.

Memorial Day May 30th 2011

Hope is here, that's my choice

I was wondering what to post since it has been quite a while since I posted? This isn't always easy, and unlike a more talented person upstairs, I don't have a habit of posting real interesting stuff. (for example she has posted a lot of pictures of trees with leaves on the branches the last little while) On the other hand I had to chuckle since even though I had not posted anything in almost two weeks or so, I noticed from the site meter that gives me a weekly count on how many people look at my blog, something interesting. Guess a site meter is a little overkill since I don't open this blog up to the "public" and likewise since I seldom get more than an average of "one view per day", at the most. So here is the interesting news. Not having posted in a couple of weeks or so the last weeks recorded views per day went up 100%. There you go, no news is good news and attracts viewers on this station.
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So why did I post this picture of this poor sad looking tree. I guess it is all in how you look at things................................... which is itself a reasonable subject for this post. It is "our choice" how we look at things. The title for this tree picture could easily be "Hope". ...................................................................
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This is a strong tree

Good Roots

It comes from a long line of like trees

from Goodly Parents

It has strong Branches

It has with stood and faced a lot in it's life

It's is a strong tree, that is obvious

It knows who it is

It is "Hope"

It hopes for summer

Hopes for leaves

Hopes for Sun and Light

And better days will come

3 Moms and more

I have to think back a decade to being with my Mom but it is the memories from many decades ago that I reach for when I think of her.

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This time of year we hear "tributes to Mothers". Some tell of owing all that they are to their Mom. Some talk of the sacrifice and the warmth and love. Today Z and I were stopped at a light on the way back from picking up some trees to plant. The window was open in his truck and also in the window of a car we were stopped next to at a light. The mother in the other car was using the time on the cell phone. She was talking to her daughter and explaining how she should watch over the baby for 10 more minutes until she was there and then she just told here she loved her and hung up. It is good to hear people tell each other they love them. Families love each other. Moms love their families. The world isn't perfect but some of the good things that matter the most is that people do love others in their lives.

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I think that what may have been the most important thing that my mother taught me came from "allowing me to know her". She wanted very much to be accepted and understood. She wanted to be good at what she did. One the one hand I don't think for even one minute would she have considered a role for herself that was not focused first at her husband, family and home. On the other hand I know that she never stopped wondering if she herself couldn't have become something more. Her interests in music really were more than an outlet of expression but it was a search for identity. She not only loved the family and husband of her life but did also love very much her own parents and her husbands parents and all in those families. Even so I think she always felt that she may not have been enough in ther eyes. Even with her own father she always wished she was closer to him and I know she felt that she may not have been enough in his eyes.

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If my Mother could look into the heart of my wife she would be so proud. She would find much that she would understand and love. My Mom seems so proud in these pictures. Her confidence is strong. Her life is in front of her. She knows who she is. These two Mom's have so much in common.

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There are three Mom's that I have posted. For the third I would ask that she always remember her Mom. Remember that her Father loved her Mother. Tell her family who she is and who she loves.