So for Halloween i finally gave in and did a real costume. I was quite proud of it - right down to the vegitable earings... unfortunatley no one in my age group understood who i was. I guess instead of the wand i should have been carrying a "Quibler" magazine.

First Fisher Cemetary Tour

Loa Shirlene Fisher Olsen, my mother.
I began my trek through my ancestors resting places visiting my mothers grave in Manti. From there I found each ancestor from the Fisher side that was laid to rest in Utah. So on memorial day i walked through two cemeteries the Salt Lake City cemetery and a beautiful small one just a mile from my home. I loved the experience as i felt the strength of my ancestors and the lives they lead. Lives filled with choices and struggles and successes. I felt their Love I knew that they cared about me and I have found myself wanted to know more and more of who they were and what their lives were like. I was especially moved to find out more by the ancestors i spent the most time finding. More of this below.
Follow the lines below to see Grandparents, Great, Great, and Great Grandparents. One third great grandfather is not represented he lies in New York having never made the trek to Utah.
Milton Byron Fisher and Louise Larsen Fisher, parents Shirlene Fisher; Manti City Cemetery
Robert Pierce Fisher and Rosella Salome Neff, parents of Milton Fisher; Salt Lake City Cemetery
Franklin Neff and Francis Maria Stillman Neff, parents of Rosella Neff, Salt Lake City Cemetery
James Madison Fisher, father of Robert Fisher; Elysian Gardens (Millcreek area)
Edith Evaline Pierce Fisher, mother of Robert Fisher; Elysian Gardens
John Neff and Mary Barr Neff, parents of Franklin Neff; Salt Lake City Cemetery
Harriet E. Seymour "Stillman" Russell, mother of Francis Stillman; Salt Lake City Cemetery
Joseph Fisher, father of James M Fisher; Salt Lake City Cemetery
Evanline McLean Fisher, mother of James M Fisher; Salt Lake City Cemetery

Robert Peirce and Hannah Harvey Peirce, parents of Edith Peirce; Salt Lake City Cemetery.

This is the plot that touched my heart. I spent about an hour looking for the place their bodies lay. What i found was an unmarked grassy knoll. In my effort to find them I discovered that there is another who lies between them named Maurice Pearce and one to their side named Thomas Pearce. This intrigued me, so i began my search. I found that Thomas was their son and that he died at age 35 and between them lies Thomas' son - their grandson Clifton Morris who died at age 15.

Robert and Hannah had 9 children 6 of which died before them. Joseph as a baby, Ann age 3, Elizabeth in Nauvoo at age 5 (probably the cholera), Mary age 26 Winter Quaters, Eli age 31 sickness from missionary service in England, Thomas age 35 - unknown cause.
These faithful pioneers sacrificed so much for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, their dedication has touched my heart.

My goal now is to put together enough funds to have a marker placed at their grave-site. Any donation (pennies on up) will be accepted toward honoring them with a gravestone reminder of where they lay. Just talk to me about it.


I am grateful for my heritage learning about them has inspired me to accept the sacrifices of life for the sake of the Gospel.

* as a tidbit - The Peirces are the grandparents of Eli Pierce that Elder Holland talks about in 1980 BYU Devotional "For Times of Trouble"

another First

First Garden. Thanks to Jay for digging up a million roots! Thanks to Annette for her sharing her knowledge about how and where to plant veggies. Thanks to Casey for the fence to keep Sasha at bay.
Look closely you will see new corn sprouts coming up between the taller corn plants.
It consists of Beans, Tomatoes, Cucumbers, Squash, Corn and Pumpkin. I went a little crazy at the plant store had no idea there were so many varieties to choose from so I bought about one of each just to try. Then realized I have a very small garden area and gave 2/3's of the plants away.
My goal: to have one plant still alive at the end of the season. Next year the goal will be to get some food from them :) All about not setting to high of expectations.

Sad week to come

I was so excited this year to have a good chunk of money left over of my tax refund after paying off bills. I had all kinds of wishes and dreams coming to mind.

I was having a hard time choosing from so many great things.... flat panel tv? family history vacation to Pennsylvania? down payment on a Camry? Landscaping dreams come true?

Today my choice was made. All fun of talks and wishes were shattered.
Long story short - my precious beloved truck didn't pass inspections and the repairs will suck up any and all savings and will have to be out of commission for a week!

I am however grateful for many things in this.

1. my truck lasted until I had enough savings.
2. a boss who accompanied me to the mechanic to make sure I wasn't getting taken.
3. my friend is on vacation next week and is letting me user her car.
4. my beloved truck is fixable.
5. no plans, needs etc that I have to back out on next week.
6. co workers who willingly take me home, pick me up, cart me around.

I have one hope left. It is that until my truck is fixed and cleared with inspections I don't get pulled over! With the luck I'm having I will pour out my story of trying to get it registered to only be handed a ticket for the balance of my checking account! :)

Another first

Another first in my life last week. I had a discounted price and an opportunity to have the bishopric of my ward teach me to snow ski, so i took it!

I was so nervous to go and two friends from the ward were my encouragment and support.

The boots are the worst comfort I have ever experienced. After I put them on I felt like I had to learn to walk all over again. By the end of my day my muscles were so exhausted that i just 'slumped' into the boots and hardly noticed they were there and I swaggered as well as anyone else.

It was a horrific and fantastic time. I had an emotional break down at the top of a my first real run. I was ready to take off the skiis and walk down. Luckily I knew that it was my one and only chance to try this sport and I decided that I had to ski down that hill, even if it meant that I was going to fall every 10 feet. I did fall - alot - have some nice bruises to show for it, but 1/2 way down my legs figured it out and I enjoyed the rest of the run.

Lucky for me it was a warm day, the only time I got cold was at lunch when i took off my coat to eat and my sweaty shirt was exposed to the mountain air. I was grateful that I didnt feel the cold at any other time.

It was a good experience, a fun day and I can see how people can be addicted to the sport. Would I do it again? you bet! as long as I could stay on the 'first timers' run and not go to a real one.

Peaches

So my first time attempting canning all on my own! Thanks to a good friend who gave me a canning kit for my b-day I was all prepared for the task. I did 14 quarts. they looked amazing! and they all sealed. So the hope now is that they taste good.

Big B-day

I had a great monumental Birthday. It started with 5 men giving me beautiful flowers delivered to my office! What girl has ever been so admired?

A beautiful cake made with love and purple ribbons!

Presents and the Mountain!

And of course Family.

It was a great birthday! Thanks to such a caring, fun, family