We had an Eastern Idaho adventure yesterday. We had planned a trip to the Pocatello Temple Open House with some friends. When our friends couldn't make it, we took a drive to Ammon Idaho and then went out to Bone.
Here lie my great grandparents. We also found his three brothers. They came to Idaho together to settle and live. They planted trees next to their sites. It's been 100 years and the tees have grown.
My grandparents are also here.
And this is my older brother. He died inutero a week before he was born, still born, in 1959. He was strangled by the cord. My dad was in the Army. They were living in Virgina. They shipped him by train to Idaho Falls, where my Grandparents took care of the burial.
My mom delivered a full term still born baby and then shipped him across the country. If she suffered emotional from it, she has never shared those feelings with me. She was and is tuff as nails. And also very busy because I was born 1960 and they had moved to Idaho.
Thanks to Family Search and the many entries that have been posted, this cemetery took on new meaning to me.
We then drove out to Bone. My family acquired land to run cattle and sheep in the summers through the Homestead Act.
The Church of Jesus Chist of Latter Day Saints has put a Trek camp on the same
property that was my great grandparents. There is a
sign with some historical information there and I want to see it.
Of course everything is locked up but I squeezed through the fence and we started walking. There were cattle, really big ones, there, but it didn't feel like the right place. It wasn't, it was the girls camp. We need to go back on the summer. I don't want to squeeze through the gate again, and trespass.
I did find out that Wes is afraid of cows and the floating spider webs.
From there we went to Pocatello.
It was big and interesting. My 11th temple open house. My 12th willbe the Yuva City temple next year.
It seemed appropriate to end the day in a place where families can be sealed together for eternity.
