Saturday, September 18, 2010

#73 in Midvale

Delicious cold yellow cake, fresh Wilson peaches and Breyer's Natural Vanilla ice cream.  Yummmm!

It was a great several days commemorating the day. 
My first facebook birthday with scores of greetings from friends and cousins.


This card takes the cake.
"We may be sagging here and there . . .
But we have spirit, style and charm to spare."
Ruth

Monday, September 13, 2010

A Covenant People

Yesterday, in sacrament meeting, was a nice opportunity to share some thoughts and experiences of the past year with others.  Thanks to Jill and Polly for their late-night suggestions.

Friday, Jack, JoyDean Thurmond and I had dinner with our trio of Elders;
Elders Sirman, Mullay and Scott. After they left we noted the
commitment we had felt from each of them in their
conversation. They know why they are here and what they are
to do. They’ve made a choice to make a difference. I hope you
meet them in your homes as well.

In a general conference a number of years ago, Elder Russell
M. Nelson taught,
"Jesus often established his own identity, then the identity of
his followers."

Elder Nelson then quoted Jesus Christ’s words to
the people of ancient America.   Jesus said, 
I am Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
All the prophets … have testified of me.

And behold, ye are the children of the prophets; and ye are of
the house of Israel; and ye are of the covenant which the
Father made with your fathers, saying unto Abraham: And in
thy seed shall all the kindreds of the earth be blessed.

The Father having raised me up unto you first, and sent me to
bless you . . .; and this because ye are the children of the
covenant.


Elder Nelson further explains:
“And to ensure that we do not forget him, children of the
covenant receive his doctrine and claim it by covenant.”

. . . . “Rewards for obedience to the commandments are
almost beyond mortal comprehension. . . . And
hereafter, . . . children of the covenant, and ‘each
generation would be linked to the one which went on before
… [in] the divine family of God.’ ”

Regardless of our lineage because we have desired to know
of the gospel and then made covenants beginning with our
baptism and confirmation we are a covenant people. There
have been other covenant peoples in other times and in other
places. Through our baptismal covenant we, too, are a
covenant people.

I would like to share a couple of examples of the rewards that
have come from listening and heeding promptings. I trust that
in sharing these you will be reminded of the simple ways with
which you have been blessed and together we will reaffirm the
fact that through covenant peoples the earth is blessed.

The simple things that we can do can make a difference among
the people of the earth. In surprising ways, every day we can
make a difference for good because we are a covenant people.

Please don’t misunderstand, a covenant people is not the
only people doing good.

A covenant people is not the only one group inspired and
prompted by the Spirit.

A covenant people has made a sacred and binding covenant
to do so.

About this time last year a cousin in North Carolina wrote and
asked for a clarification of the information on some of our
ancestors. On the Newfamilysearch I had just begun to systematically
review the records that I had for our family: verifying for
completeness and correctness and then checking for possible
duplications.  Her question was about our shared maternal line
and I was just beginning on my father’s line. After checking,
correcting and clarifying for her I went back and kept moving
on as planned.

A couple of weeks later a cousin in Idaho
wrote with an inquiry and I left the paternal line long enough to
sort out the question.  Another cousin in Canada with no links
to the LDS church asked some questions about her grandfather,
my mother’s brother, who had been presumed dead in Australia.
This continued enough that I became curious about some
missing information on my mother’s brothers and their
descendants.

I started remembering people I hadn’t thought of for years and
mostly never met--living relatives I had only heard of from my
mother.

While I was traveling over the holidays these thoughts spawned
more curiosity. Where are these cousins now? I reread my
mother’s travel diary of her return to her homeland of Scotland.
I wondered, “What is Uncle Malcolm’s companion’s name,
what are the names of their children.” The realization hit me.
We have gathered information for his wife and their children
but we don’t know his other family. They are our family.

Let me quickly tell you what happened because three cousins,
one a participating member of our church, one a member and
perhaps not participating, the third descended from an
uncle who had left the church when he married and none of his
descendants have any knowledge of it.  Add then a fourth
cousin in Maine.

The latter part of January I was back home. After asking my
sister about our cousin Charlie she said, “All I know is that he
is in real estate in Maine.” After the conversation, without
thinking, the immediate response was to google the keywords
“Charlie Hunter Maine Real Estate.” #1 on the result list was
“Maine Real Estate, Broker Charles Hunter”. When I clicked
on it, I was stunned there was the picture of broker Charles
Hunter and he looked like pictures I’d seen of my aunt, his
mother.    He responded to my message within 5 minutes. It was
a wonderful conversation. He asked about descendants of our
uncle for whom he was named but never met.

The next day I received this message from Charlie: “. . . just
got off the phone with Gerry and Donnalee boy was it nice
talking with them, it seems as if a void has been filled in my
life which has made me extremely happy. …."   I, too, was
thrilled.

That experience was but one more step of what has continued
to this day.

The next Friday afternoon as I sat at my computer
the thought came, “I really want to find Uncle Malcolm’s
family, even if I have to spend some money.”

One hour and $12 later, I knew from an abstract of his death
where he had died and when. That gave me a clue of where his
children may have been born. Knowing from the travel diary
only that he had three children, ages 2 to 9 and where they
might have been born, I then had in front of me the abstract of
the birth of the two-year old, a little girl named Madeleine born
in 1963.

Without even a thought I did something I’d rarely
done before, opened my facebook account and for the first time
searched for someone--Madeleine Hunter. 160 Madelyn
Hunters was overwhelming until I noted the unique spelling of
her name and then there were only five. The profile photo of
one stood out. She looked like my sister.     I perused
Madeleine’s friends list. Among the profile photos one stood
out, Ian Hunter--he looked like my Uncle Charlie. The next
day a very excited Maddie wrote back. Her sister had started
looking for us three years ago. For the next two weeks more
and more of our Hunter cousins surfaced and we were all
connecting and thrilled. As Charlie had said a few weeks
earlier, “a void has been filled.”

What thrills me the most is that it was not me that did all this.

These first four cousins then formed a facebook group for Hunter
Family. From that nucleus of four we are now 111. We have
come to know each other and take an interest in each other.
Our hearts have been touched. It is "beyond comprehension"
the feelings that have come in this gathering.

The number, 111, is only individuals. In reality they represent
the one of a family -- families which include children and
grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

I have come to know intimately, another facet of gathering -- as
we are gathering our ancestors we are gathering living families
of living individuals. Over time the hearts of some of these
cousins will be touched as mine has been touched and yours has
been touched and they will come to know precious truths.
Truth is truth

Elder Nelson teaches us another responsibility of a covenant
people:
“[Through the] Abrahamic Covenant Anciently, the Lord
blessed Father Abraham with a promise to make his posterity a
chosen people. References to this covenant occur throughout
the scriptures. In each age these teachings were meant to
help the people.”

As a covenant people we have covenanted to help the needy.

“As individual members of the Church, you and I participate in
the Lord’s ‘own way.’ At least once a month, we fast and pray
and contribute generous offerings to funds that enable bishops
to disperse aid. This is part of the law of the gospel. Each of us
truly can help the poor and the needy, now, and wherever they
are. And we, too, will be blessed and protected from apostasy
by so doing.” 

The Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ. We
have the Old Testament, the New Testament and the Book of
Mormon, another testament of Jesus Christ.
Last fall I began
reading the Book of Mormon with the prime objective of noting
everything pertaining directly to Jesus Christ. I realized that
the many times I’ve read it I had been learning the history, the
stories and looking for the doctrine that could be of help to me.
The time had come to read with Jesus uppermost in my mind
and to forget me.

In this focus when I came to Alma 34:28, these verses stood
out like they never had before. After having focused on the
attributes of Christ with a desire to know him better, these
verses hit me hard personally. Alma chapter 34, v 28, 29 ...

...if ye turn away the needy, and the naked, and visit not the sick
and afflicted, and impart of your substance, if ye have, to those
who stand in need—I say unto you, if ye do not any of these
things, behold, your prayer is vain, and availeth you nothing,
and ye are as hypocrites who do deny the faith.
Therefore, if ye do not remember to be charitable, ye are as
dross, which the refiners do cast out, (it being of no worth)


In the days that followed I thought of the woman who stands at
the NE corner of Temple Square holding a sign, panhandling. I
recalled the many times I had passed her with determination not
to look at her. I passed her steeled and hardened to not notice
her. For months even years it has bothered me--all the nine years
I've lived in Utah. What ought I to do? I had become uncomfortable
relying only on charitable organizations or my fast offerings to be
sufficient response. I asked friends what they did in like circumstances,
I read about charitable organizations and city/county efforts
and continued to wonder and be troubled by my hardened
behavior. There was something wrong here. Those scriptures
did not mince words. They were clear and explicit. They
are timeless.

Elder Nelson has further taught us:
“Limitations do exist. Measures of relief are at best temporary.
Storehouses can provide only for some temporal needs. All
people cannot be brought to the same living standards. And all
needed things cannot be achieved by goods or gold.

“To care fully for the poor, we must help the poor to change.
As they are taught and abide doctrines of Deity, spiritual
strength will come that enlightens the mind and liberates
the soul from the yoke of bondage. When people of the earth
accept the gospel of Christ, their attitudes change. Their
understanding and capabilities increase.”

I don’t know how to help the poor to change. I don’t know
how to help the panhandlers of the city to change.

Then one day it occurred to me panhandlers have names just as I have
a name, our elders, my cousins, Jesus, … Eventually, I learned her
name, “Carol”, she said, "like Christmas Carol.” Autumn turned
to winter, then Christmas and spring and Easter. Then through
the heat of summer and the beginning cooling of autumn once
again.

Carol and I now have words of conversation in
addition to a small snack bag of roasted almonds and
sometimes a quarter. A feeling of friendship has replaced the
hardness, replaced by a sense of caring. We have become
neighbors in this big city.  We’ve all got troubles of some sort. 

I’ve come to wonder if Carol being there is for the rest of us
to find more soul in our hearts.

Elder Nelson said,
“A poet sensed the great power of the Spirit of the Lord to lift
an individual when he wrote:”
The chief of all thy wondrous works,
Supreme of all thy plan;
Thou hast put an upward reach
Within the heart of man.

(Author unknown

That upward reach, drawn from a knowledge of divine
doctrines, transforms souls! We are all givers and receivers.

Its not for me to plot and plan how I think it should be. The
Lord has his own ways and we must look to him and do even
the simplest of things as he prompts us, step by step.



Elaine Cannon, former Young Women General President said,
“In Christ’s day, people were pressing heavily about Jesus on
one occasion. A woman in trouble reached out to touch him in
faith. His disciples scoffed that Christ should question who
had touched him when so many were crowding about, and
yet, he knew her touch was different. She had connected. He
responded by healing her.” 

He will do the same for each one of us.

Sister Cannon continued:
“. . . . Rather than merely moving about Christ, wanly
waiting for his blessings, we must reach out and connect—in
faith.”

She then shared this experience.
I stood alone in the basement of the Church Office Building
about two years ago, waiting for an elevator. It was very early
on a Monday morning, well before the influx of office workers.
As the elevator lowered into place, suddenly two Church
security officers appeared from out of somewhere and held back
the opening doors.     Now, nobody does that for me, so I looked
around just in time to see President Kimball and his personal
secretary, Brother Haycock, entering the area. They moved
quickly into the secured area, and I quickly moved out of the
way.     Well, as President Kimball turned and faced the front of
the elevator, he saw me standing out there waiting for the next
one.    And he said to me very graciously, “Good morning.”
And I said, “Good morning, President Kimball.” 

And he said, “Aren’t you going to get on?” 
And I said, “Well—” and hesitated for a few moments—
“I didn’t think I was supposed to under the circumstances.” 
And then he said, “Aren’t you going up?” 
And I said, “Yes.” 
And he said, “Well, tell me, how do you intend to get there?” 
And then he said, “Come along.”     
So I got on!

As a covenant people, if we intend to get there we need to
get on and invite others to also get on and come along. We need to
figure out again and again how to Get On -- reaching out and
connecting in faith.

Back to Uncle Malcolm and his other family.
I had known of Uncle Malcolm and his “other family” all of
my life. Ironically, I have done family history research since
the year Madeleine was born. I’m ashamed to say I never
thought to note or even ask their names and ages nor the other
five children or their mother.

I had known about Uncle Billie who was presumed dead in
Australia.  From time to time we’d try another way to search
for him or find out what happened to him. We now have
evidence of his life in Australia.

When this started in the latter part of January we only knew the
names of descendants of three of my mother’s seven brothers
and two had died young.       Now we know most of the
descendants of all of them.    Last month I Skyped with a
granddaughter, a descendant of the last of the seven.   All this
has come about without a predictable plan or outline or
anyone’s ideas.  Each one has been found in a different way
by responding to a prompting.    Step by step.    We have
become friends.      The Lord has blessed us.

I haven’t known what to do about the beggars on the street and
the overwhelming number of needy around the world as well
as among us.

I don’t know what to do about the multiplicity
of issues that face our nation and the nations of the world.

I do know that the poor and the needy have names. They will
always be among us.  Indeed, we may be the poor.   It would be
better that we be poor in means than be poor in spirit.
Whatever we do, compassion must be in our hearts.

A thought on the influence of yeast . . . .
It has been amazing to me that only ¼ t of yeast is needed to
make a loaf of Artisan bread.   That small amount of leavening
is only 1 tiny part out of 740 parts of the whole.

Think of it.   Simply by the numbers,*  though we be few,  a
covenant people can make a significant difference. With the
influence of the Spirit the only limit is our faith to Get On.

Jesus said, [Luke 13:20-21]
Whereunto shall I liken the kingdom of God?
It is like leaven, which a woman took and hid in three measures
of meal, till the whole was leavened.


Picture again as Elder Nelson quoted, Jesus Christ among the
people of Ancient America. 

The Father having raised me up unto you first, and sent me to
bless you . . .; and this because ye are the children of the
covenant.’


Being a covenant people is to bless others. We are a covenant
people and the Lord will bless us and show us the way where
we know no way.  We will come to know the names of Jesus, the
Elders, our cousins, the Carols, . . . and the many others about us.

“It is a solemn covenant” with “Rewards [which] are almost
beyond mortal comprehension. . . .”

It is my prayer that we will increasingly show by our
behavior and our compassion that we are a covenant people.

*FYI:
LDS population,             13,824,854
World population,     6,868,260,844

Friday, July 16, 2010

Etta Hunter's Story, pt. 2 of 2.

Here's the second and last part of Etta's story.  She took her story to 1978 in El Toro, California and passed away in 1989 in St. George, Utah.  Jim passed away in 1982 in El Toro.
 http://www.archive.org/details/EttaHuntersStoryPt.2Of2

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Etta Hunter's Story

Maybe you remember the odyssey Polly and I had in migrating family audio files to CDs.  The unfortunate part was that midway in our Midwest road trip we slipped in a CD in her car CD player and . . .   disk after disk that we had brought played for a total of about 10 seconds--total!  Big disappointment.

Later I gave Charli Fraughton a copy of the disks and now she has improved the format and given me a copy of Grandma and Grandpa Watson telling their life stories.  Polly tried it in her car and no problem.  I tried it on my stereo and no problem.  Previously we could only play the CDs on a computer.

When I posted a picture of Grandma Watson's Paisley home, Arkleston Cottage on fb Hunter Family there were a string of comments from various cousins wanting to hear the stories.  Many of the comments mistakenly thought it was Granny Hunter's voice.  That will be a bit of disappointment but, I hope hearing the stories of the family will make up for it.

To hear Etta tell her story go to: http://www.archive.org/details/EttaHuntersStory


                         Charlie, Ettie, Malcolm, Jenny, Willie
           Mary (Granny), May, Tom, John (Grandfather) and Josie.




Other family members Etta speaks of:


Aunt Joan (pronounced JoAnn).

Aunt Jenny



Friday, July 2, 2010

Finished At Last!

Last night I finally finished a painting and now another unfinished one is ready for framing.



This is another wrapped canvas.  I think my last for a while.  It saves on framing, but I'd rather acrylic paint on paper.

The inspiration for this came from bathing at an onsen in Japan.  As you might know the women leave their clothing in a locker and then with a very small towel go into a large bathing room.  Seated on a low stool each fills a bucket with water and proceeds to soap her body.  Settling into the routine I noticed the older woman seated to my left slowly washing her feet with care and attention.  That image has lingered with me as I came to realize the value that bathing, rinsing and then soaking in a tub can be to the soul.

The image of washing of feet has come to mean more as I worked on this piece and Marian would ask me to tell another new student in our class what I was doing.  Ultimately, I came to say that it is more than washing my feet. 

Now I look at it and I see the flaws of this and that . . . but, that, too, has value, so I'll leave it.

I think I started the one below last year along with one of Aunt Margaret's Gem.  They've both been sitting on my easel in the loft, unfinished for many months.  Heather had given me a little art book for Christmas that gave me some ideas of what I might do with each of them.  I decided to make the Uncle Cal, Lily and Zella piece  smaller and more simple.  Last night it happened to be in my art bag at class when I finished the onsen piece.

After finishing the smaller section Marian happened by and suggested I frame the whole thing.  It had surprisingly become an interesting piece as a whole.  A local artist, Steven K. Sheffield http://www.utahands.com/artists/sheffield/09portfolio.html, whose work I admire has done some pieces by first painting to a point and then masking off a border and continuing to paint further on the inner section.   I've always liked that.  Now I sort of fell into something similar--thanks to Marian. 

(On Steve's site he has a piece, "Still Waters" that is similar to the very small, affordable painting I have of his from Art and Soup this year.  He just did it the night before.  Its unframed on Masonite.)

For the Cal and the girls painting Marian will help me cut a custom mat to fit a standard frame.  She is the best!
Marian Dunn.    http://www.mariandunngallery.com/

Cal suggested the title "Cowboys Love."  At first I thought he meant cowboy's love, but no, cowboys love.  This is from a photo I took of Cal, Lily and Zella leaving Golden Corral heading to the car.  He had given Lily one of his old cowboy hats.  When we got back to their place he found an old hat for each one of the children. 


Heather reminded me that she hadn't seen the completed Haitian Mother.  Again, a wrapped canvas


Now for  Margaret's Gem.

Polly is doing some really nice work.  I hope she has sent you photos of what she has done.  We are really fortunate to have such a great teacher.



Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Family Sights in Paisley

Our cousin, Elizabeth Hunter McArthur, Uncle Joe's daughter, lives in Dalkeith about an hour from Edinburgh.  She sent me these photos of places in Paisley that are part of our family heritage.  She and cousins Maddie and Angie from England are going to meet in Paisley for some browsing of family spots.

At 10-years of age our grandmother, Mary Preston Hunter started half-timers school.  Half the day she attended school and the other half she worked in Coats'Thread Mill.  At fourteen she graduated and began work full-time.  One of her job assignments was to guide the thread with her toe to wind it evenly onto a large bobbin of thread.  You might recall the wooden bobbin that I had on my piano top.  Can you imagine that hour after hour for even half a day?

Coats' Half-Timer School, Maxwellton Street, Ferguslie, Paisley, Scotland.




Elizabeth wrote, "Previously had been turned into a night club then left as a shell for about 10 years since the fire.  Apparently it is now going to be restored externally, internally and turned into apartments."

This building, originally designed in 1886 as a school, was indeed a "palace of education". Contemporary descriptions of the newly-built school described it as "an exquisite building which will delight the visitor whether he be an educational or architectural expert, for neither pains nor money were spared during its construction". It was also described as "an admirably equipped school" and as "a model of beauty and appropriateness".

The architects of this new school were Woodhouse and Morley. It was thought appropriate by the Coats family to appoint them for this work, as they had, during the 1880s, successfully designed for their clients "the most magnificent cotton mills in Scotland", at Ferguslie.

Without the restrictions in designing a mill building, the architects could afford to "let their hair down" and design the new school in a flamboyant manner and this they did. If the Coats family were the Medicis of Victorian Paisley, the resulting school building turned out to be a little Florentine palace, with architrave doors, carved floral roundels, balustrated parapets, white marble panels depicting learning and geography and a splendid polished granite portico or loggia as a grand main entrance.

The new building was opened by Peter Coats Jnr. on the 10th of January 1887. The Coats family took a paternal interest in their workers and education had a high priority. For example, in the 1830s, the youngest workers at their mills were allowed to leave work an hour early. This enabled them to attend evening classes in the neighbourhood, to improve their education.

J & P Coats opened their Ferguslie Half-time school as an adjunct to the nearby mills. The school could accommodate 400 young girls, all in employ of the company and all educated to government approved standards. The young female workers would attend this school and work in the mills on alternate days, hence the name "Half-time". The school was innovative for its time. It boasted well-lit classrooms on the ground floor, with adjacent cloakrooms and toilets. The mill girls were given lessons mainly in the three "Rs". Nourishing meals were prepared for them in the basement kitchen. A gallery overlooking the ground floor enabled the viewer or visitor to see concerts, plays and recitations performed by the pupils.

From its opening, the school took a leading place in Scottish education. Most Paisley families today will recall that they had a grannie or a great grannie who worked in the mills and received part-time education as a Half-timer in Coats' school. The school functioned under the patronage of J and P Coats until 1904. That year, full time education became compulsory for all Scottish children and the administration of the school fell to the Paisley School Board.

In 1921, the building, having had various uses, became the East dining hall for the clerical workers of Ferguslie Mills. From 1969 to 1973, the building was used by the mill's fire prevention team. During this period, the building was also used for evening classes, one of which was the art of fly-tying for anglers!
http://www.paisley.org.uk/history/halftimer.php

Take this link to view the block of houses where Etta Hunter and her family lived before moving to the company (Ross's Cloth Works)-owned Arkleston Cottage. 

Link: Hunter home, 24 Kilnside Road, Paisley.



Arkleston Cottage is no longer.  Jan had a walk through with our mother and father in 1963.  It had been torn down and replaced by the building of a motorway by the time we moved to Scotland in 1970.

This map is the approximate location near the M8. http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&time=&date=&ttype=&q=YO17+6UX&ie=UTF8&ll=54.262417,-0.774536&spn=0.239802,0.674973&z=11&om=1&source=embed

A cousin, Amber Barker Sirimanne put up this photo at facebook that shows the interior. 

I remember my mother speaking of the bed in the kitchen wall that they pulled out for sleeping.  I'm wondering if it is behind the shiny wood doors on the wall to the right.  Four to a bed--double-size--no queens or king-size back then. 

Hame o' Mine

Since this posting I've found other Paisley sites Mother noted in her diary written in 1963, 37 years after she had immigrated to the U.S.A.  
Of her first visit to Paisley she wrote--
"My nephew-in-law [Hugh Shaw] drove us up to Glenifer Braes in relays and we looked all over the countryside, it was a beautiful sight, we saw the Bonnie Wee Well, also.  This is the hills we used to walk up to when we were children and spend the day picking berries, bluebells and flourish [sweet cicely], it brought back memories."
Glenifer Braes 
Located 3 miles (5 km) southwest of Paisley, the Gleniffer Braes Country Park form part of the 526 ha (1300 acres) of woodland and moorland which makes up the Gleniffer Braes in Renfrewshire. The park has waymarked and guided walks, as well as play areas and views over Paisley and Glasgow. There are various events in the park throughout the year.


Other Paisley historical sites of family interest.

Paisley Thread Mill Museum.  

From this link go to fully restored and furnished 18th century weavers cottages at Sma Shot Cottages. 
 


Paisley High has some beautiful photos of older parts of the city.  http://www.paisley.org.uk/attractions/oakshaw-trinity-church.php



My Toon Stories of living in Paisley. These are two of the dozen or so.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Chat with Jargine Peterson, former seminary student in East Kilbride.

Mark and Polly may remember Jargine Peterson, now Maitland of East Kilbride.  She's married with a family in Glenrothes, NE of Glasgow. 


A facebook chat that happened this a.m.:

 Jargine
Hi MaryEttta it's Jargine
12:34pmMe
Hi, there. How are you?

12:34pmJargine
I am well thanks. It was really good to find you after so many years
12:35pmMe
It was indeed!

So glad you happened to notice on Heather's [Heather Duke Slattery] list.

12:35pmJargine
I always have an image in my mind of us all young at your house for seminary - those were good and happy days
12:36pmMe
Those were good times.

So long ago and look at us now!

12:36pmJargine
can't believe we are all much older and dare I say wiser now!!!
12:36pmMe
yes there is greater wisdom.

i need to tell you something of a memory.

12:37pmJargine
of those times?
12:37pmMe
yes

12:38pmJargine
is it a happy one?
12:38pmMe
Me
yes. every time i read the new testament at a certain passage i think of you and a talk that you gave

12:38pmJargine
I can't remember can you tell me what it was
12:39pmMe
since reconnecting with you i haven't had a moment to browse for the scripture, but it was a talk you gave using a word that was unfamiliar to me at the time and not commonly used in my vernacular, but it seemed to be a word that you in your teen years understood very well.

now i'll just have to leave it at that until i find the word. but i share that with you to let you know that you have not been far from my memory and that i learned something from you that has lingered with me all these years.

12:45pmJargine
Hope that you can remind me of this as I am intrigued. You have reminded me of something right now - I had a friend who was very close to me in Glenrothes where I live and she died in 1998 of lung cancer. Her name was Eileen and she was just like an older sister to me. I was able to be with her in her last few months and sometimes I used to say things that she said were very relevant to her life - the spirit was very strong then and I seemed to be very close to the Lord as I strived to help her. I loved her very much and still miss her.
12:46pmJargine
not sure why I am telling you this right now
12:47pmMe
the Spirit of the Lord is what I also remember manifesting the truth of what you were saying. Sunday i really will have to spend some time going through the New Testament and perhaps perusing the scriptures i used in those years.

12:49pmJargine
I have been a bit down recently due to having such difficulties in my family since my mum died in September but I have been reading every day again from the Book of Mormon and finding strength from doing this. Maybe I was meant to talk to you right now...........
12:52pmMe
David continued to encourage reading from the scriptures daily and I fine myself doing the same thing. Each morning I awaken with a fresh mind thinking of my love for the Lord and Our Father and almost always I sense what is important for that day. It has helped me to move step by step through difficulties and unfamiliar territory since David died.

12:53pmMe
When I arise I enjoy listening to or playing a hymn on the piano, reading from the scriptures and then my kneeling prayer. When I don't do this I know the difference and feel the lack of it.

Since the fall I've been reading the Book of Mormon from a different point of view than what has been typical for me.

12:54pmMe
I've been reading and noting in the upper margin all things Jesus Christ. In doing so I've felt that I've come to know Him better and to understand better what I need to change in my life.

It has been life changing.

One more thing.  I'd like you to know that typically when the children would be playing a game that they would call themselves by another name, Chrissie would call herself Jargine.

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I can't believe the ongoing and expanding connections with extended family and friends that have evolved from January onwards.  

As I wrote our cousin Elizabeth in Dalkeith, Scotland if I don't process all that opens up each day 
I'll drown.  

Its exciting and rewarding to really, really know that it is people that count most in our lives. 

What a gathering it is.


I didn't intend to look for friends from our Scotland days until I needed to verify Nellie Martin, the dear lady that had known my grandfather--the only such person I ever  met.  Nellie's photo in her younger days with my grandparents turned up on Hunter Family from one of our Hunter cousins.  

I'm so glad I wrote the Hunter history back in 1987.  Its incomplete now with what we know but, it documents what I knew then that I don't remember now.  I consult it most days that I do Hunter research.  

I regret I don't have the digital copy.  If anyone wants to start retyping the text so it can be updated and edited for others, please do.  

Anyone need a project?