Around here July 24 is considered a local holiday. It is a day where we celebrate the founding of our state. We specifically remember the pioneers- members of the LDS church who left their homes back East to avoid persecution. Following the advice of their leader and prophet, Brigham Young, they traveled across the plains for many months. Towing hand carts these pioneers forged through rough terrain and all kinds of weather to a land unfamiliar.
This weekend we traveled to a place unfamiliar to us and spent some time remembering our fore fathers at
This Is The Place Heritage Park.
While we didn't have to walk we felt like we were forging into some new territory as we tried to get to this place (We forgot there was a marathon and a parade).
One of our first stops was to learn how wool was made into yarn.
The back yard flower gardens were used to make the dye for the various colors.
Bud Boy loved the toy room as we toured Brigham Young's first house.
The first thing Jolly J noticed was that the exterior was pink!
We learned that Brigham Young loved the pink rock of this valley
and wanted to reflect that in his home.
(sorry no pictures- we were rushing to catch the train for the candy cannon).
We learned the meaning of the phrase "sleep tight".
The mattresses were filled with down or straw. These were laid on top of ropes stretched across the bed. The ropes where connected to a crank. They would then turn the crank to tighten the ropes thus making the bed tight.
After lunch we explored the seas
where Bud Boy found a great place for a nap.
It was then time for a little gold digging.
We cashed in our gold (for a piece of candy) at the local bank.
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| (This was my favorite part. This guy really played his character well.) |
It was then on to the barber shop. Let me tell you it's a good thing our scissors have changed over the years.
The barber shared some about bloodletting. Did you know that was what contributed to George Washington's death? He had gotten sick. As was common practice at that time they needed to get the sickness out. Get the bad blood out. They took out 5 pints. ("Holy Cow!" was my husband's response) George went into a coma and never recovered.
We also tried our hand at leather working.
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| (No she isn't smoking a cigar-it's beef jerky) | | | |
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We couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a picture of this corner chair.
After a full days worth of fun in the sun we retired to our car. As we turned up the A/C and my youngest two quickly drifted off to sleep, I was grateful. Grateful that we didn't have to return home as the pioneers came here.