A few weeks ago I had the fantastic opportunity to attend a family history retreat at the Heber House with these amazing women. Most of us knew one or two people, to begin with, but by the end of the few days, I felt like I had added friends. We learned from Rhonna and Crystal, we talked about our ancestors, cheered each other one when progress was made, or computer glitches were solved. We laughed and cried and created a bond.
Over the last few years I have had my own family history journey, some of which I have shared here, but most I have tucked away unsure when or how to share it. But as I sat and listened and learned, reviewed what I already knew, promptings, quiet whisperings about what I should do entered my heart giving me knew desires to write and share my love for preserving our family history and it's importance. I was also reminded that this blog was an essential piece of our family history that I have neglected.
I was also reminded that this blog was a key part of our family history that I have neglected. My children don't read what I write on any consistent basis and for a bit, I have wondered why I bother or got lazy, but I'm not writing for them. They are living these events and don't need to be reminded what happened last week, but years from now they will scroll through the pages laughing and appreciate the record. I also write for the future generations. There are so many things I wish I could ask my grandmother, my great grandmothers. I hope that through my words and photos my descendants will have an intimate knowledge of the crazy that is me. I hope they will laugh at our antics and find strength in our struggles.
The small details throughout the house made me smile. The dainty couches made me wish that something so lovely could survive our rough and tumble little men. They were all refinished from terrible neglect and other gross things which I will spare listing here. The green velvet made me heart sing as we had just come from ordering green velvet type fabric for a chair Samantha is having reupholstered. The light couches were reupholstered with drop cloths and the curtains throughout the house were also drop cloths. I have seen this idea on Pinterest but wondered if it was viable. If you want to try it, I would recommend it.
The darling banner is from My Mind's Eye. I love seeing this once scrapbooking company reinvent itself with fantastic paper goods lines. The "Relief Society" grapes, as people called them were found in a thrift shop and apparently were a homemaking night project done by many. I want to figure out how to make them and add a set to my house as I listened to the women talk with nostalgia about how their mothers or grandmothers had a set. That alone was a little piece of family history.
I got up early; my body does that naturally now. 4 am comes, and I'm awake, not sure if I should be pleased or irritated. As I was downstairs studying and writing, my sweet roommate Rhonna made my bed. It was a small thing, but it's the little things I have found that make all the difference; like staying up late talking about the gospel, the impressions, and the journey, our lives have taken. We meet nearly 14 years ago after winning a contest together. Our lives have intersected over the years and every time we fall back into conversation as if it had only been yesterday. She is remarkable that way.
This was also the first time the four of were together. It was interesting to learn the different ways our lives have intersected, and we learned we are also the first born in our families, the little connections that help build foundations.