Swingin in the Garden of Eden

Since Pete's company so kindly gave him two weeks to move from SC to NY after his triumphal graduation from the Navy's Nuclear Power School, we went on a long anticipated trip to visit some of the poor relatives who had yet to meet Miss Myna-Moe. (there are other trips planned too - for those of you who are still in that boat - don't worry)

One of the neatest mornings we spent was in Eden, Utah, home of Myna's Great-great-great grandparents. Pete and I have felt a special desire to know about our ancestors as we have been teaching a Family History and Temple Work Class at church. So, this sidetrip was very useful and meaningful to us, and there was a tire swing, so it was amazingly fun for all!

I'm proud of my hardworking, dairy farming relatives. I owe them a lot of gratitude for giving me my life, my faith, and hopefully a bint of their enduring spirit. Blessed, honored pioneers they are.

Happy Labor Day

This is how Myna took cover for Earl . . . took cover in sand (I guess I should have explained the process better).