Quote of the Day: “Life marches by. I suggest you get on with it.” Katherine Hepburn
Exercise Log: Joe and I went up Millcreek Canyon on trail to Dog Lake. We went 4.02 miles. It was a beautiful morning. We got there about 7:30 A.M. and the temperature was 46 degrees. It warmed up. I’ll bet we saw at least 30 dogs! I commented to Joe how many different breeds we saw, you name it, from Pug to Great Dane.
And every time I think life is hard, I am reminded that life has been hard for so many people, sometimes for a long time. It is so difficult to watch the pictures of the displaced people in Somalia trying to get to a camp where they can get food and shelter, mothers trying to keep alive starving babies. How horrific is it that a governing body won’t allow food and supplies to get to people? It’s so hard to understand why some people have to suffer like they do.
Since it’s close to the 24th of July I was thinking about my pioneer ancestors. Christina McNeil was contacted by Mormon missionaries and felt compeled to leave her family in Scotland, even after they warned her that if she left to never darken their door again with her presence. She was 24 years old, the year was 1856. I can’t even imagine how much faith and guts she had to leave. I wish I knew more of her story. I wish she had kept a journal so I could understand how she felt and what she saw. She joined with the Willie Handcart Company and came across the plains from Iowa City to Salt Lake walking no less than 1,300 miles. No other family members joined her so she joined with the Caldwell family and they let her share their handcart. Since they had only handcarts, I’m sure she had so few possessions and had to leave anything representing her life before the trail behind. I’m also sure she must have questioned her decision many times along the way but I like to think that she also grew stronger physically and emotionally as she got up each morning and faced what was ahead. I don’t know if she complained or cried or cursed God. I only know that she made it. As they were facing Rocky Ridge and a huge snow-storm in Wyoming, I can only imagine her despair to be away from her family and people who loved her. I feel a lot of gratitude and desire to be strong when I think what she sacrificed to get to the Salt Lake Valley. Here’s an excerpt from a journal about her.