My roots run deep

At the last minute, my sister and I decided to tag along with our aunt on a little family history tour of Cache Valley this Memorial Day. We're glad we did! We are amazed by the lives our ancestors led, and we're grateful for their legacy.

The first stop was Hyde Park, where the Grant side of my family is buried.

The next stop was Casper's Ice Cream Factory in Richmond, home of the Fat Boy.

We then made our way to Trenton. The farm my grandpa grew up on is still there and still family-owned.

Below is a video of Allison reacting to the cows.



Below are two new babies.

Below is the Trenton Cemetery, nestled at the base of a mountain. It is beautiful and serene.

Below is a headstone of people we do not know and are not related to. Joe just enjoyed their names. My profuse apologies to the deceased.

Our last stop was Clarkston, where the Griffin side of my family planted its roots in Utah. Below is the headstone of my great-great-great-grandfather. He was a polygamist. I come from the line of his first wife, Martha.

Here is part of a letter Thomas wrote to Martha while he was on a mission in Tennessee in 1883. She was at home in Clarkston with two small children.

"My Dear you must fix up for winter. I want you to buy yourself some flanel garments to keep you warm. You know, you will not have me to snugel up to keep you warm nor to go out in the storms and fetch your water and wood in and many other chores that I shall do for you when I come home. Therefore you must fix up the Best you can."

I had no idea people talked about snuggling back then!

Also at the Clarkston Cemetery is the grave of Martin Harris, who was influential in the founding of our church.