So, for the all the years we have lived away, our kids have not known what it was to visit cemeteries on Memorial Day to honor loved ones who have gone before us. So this year, since we are back home, we made a weekend out of it.
On Saturday, we traveled to Preston, Idaho to meet my parents, grandparents, brother's family, cousins and their families, and aunts and uncles to put flowers on the graves of my great grandparents. We then went to the park for a picnic. So fun and great to revive that tradition from my youth.
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| (Not our family, but President Ezra Taft Benson is near my family's site) |
Then on Monday, we joined Kris's family to visit cemeteries in Kaysville and Bountiful. We saw many ancestors on Kris's side and even saw my great-great-great grandfather Anson Call's marker in Bountiful.
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| Anson Call's home from the mid 1800s. A little rough now, but pretty cool.) |
After visiting the cemetery, we got lunch and ate it at Tolman Park, named after Kris's great-great grandfather Judson Tolman because it's on the land he owned when Bountiful was founded. The greatest comment of the day was when Olivia said, "I love living here. I love being in a place where our name means something. In Iowa, no one ever heard of Tolmans. Here, we see our name everywhere. People know who we are. We even have a park named after us." Yep, it's good to be home.
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