History comes alive when someone is able to not only read about the past, but also able to visit the places, see the artifacts, appreciate the images, read the actual words. For most people, history starts with learning about their family or their community. Imagine trying to discover your genealogy without anything tangible to search. Preservation of our heritage is a vital link to cultural, educational, aesthetic, inspirational, and economic legacies — all of the things that quite literally make us who we are. History plays a vital role in our everyday lives. We learn from our past in order to achieve greater influence over our future. History serves as a model of who to be and who not to be — of what to champion and what to avoid. Every day, decision-making around the world is based on what came before us.
Because history matters. ~~~ Steve Berry
Monday, December 9, 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Prayer by Sister Bramstead
Sister Morrison addressed the Sisters and said as this was a business meeting we would attend to that first.
The minutes from the former meeting were read and accepted.
Then the donations for the poor, also the disbursements , Donations for the temple, and donations for the wheat.
Then Sister Morrison instructed the Sisters to bear their Testimony and speak their feelings..
Sister Scovil bore a faithful Testimony of the Latter day work and felt greatly blessed having a standin in the Church of Jesus Christ.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
|Birth:||Oct. 27, 1910|
|Death:||Apr. 7, 2001|
Salt Lake County
Dorothy Beck Willardsen, 90, passed away April 7, 2001 in Salt Lake City, UT. She was born Oct 27, 1910 in Mt. Pleasant, UT to Herman and Lizetta Hafen Beck. She married James Armont Willardsen Oct 14, 1929 in Blackfoot, ID. She studied vocal in Berkeley, CA at the age of 16 for two years. She shared her beautiful soprano voice at clubs, conventions, talent shows, state fairs, weddings, funerals, and church. She was Miss Utah as well as a hostess for Miss Utah Pageant in 1958. She sang in the Tabernacle Choir for 17 years. She was state and national President of Women's Division Apartment Owners Association. She was on the Board of Directors Utah Apartment House Association and served as President and also 1st, 2nd and 3rd Vice President. She was President of University of Utah Mothers Club, PTA and Salt Lake Mothers Club. She was diligent with genealogy. She loved her church and was a great cook and grandmother. She is survived by husband, Armont Willardsen, Salt Lake City, UT; son, Monte J. Willardsen, Taylorsville, UT; daughters, Caroleen Willardsen, Taylorsville, UT, Lynda Rasmussen, Rose-ville, CA; eleven grandchildren; seven great grandchildren. Preceded in death by daughter, Becke Tibbitts, Provo, UT. Services will be Tues. April 10, 2001, 12 noon, Larkin Mortuary, 260 E. South Temple. Interment, Salt Lake City Cemetery, 4th Avenue & N St.
Herman Beck (1879 - 1971)
Lizetta Hafen Beck (1877 - 1956)
James Armont Willardsen (1906 - 2003)*
Salt Lake City Cemetery
Salt Lake City
Salt Lake County
Friday, December 6, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Rides in straw-filled bobsleighs with plenty of quilts and warm rocks on our feet were a very delightful experience of my girlhood. Our voices rose in song and laughter as the crisp air stung our faces while the horses trotted over the snow-covered roads.
It was on just such a bobsleigh ride in 1910 when a group of us teenagers were on our way to attend a dance at Snow College, that we had an unexpected experience. Mid afternoon found us on our way. We left Mt. Pleasant, passed Hoo-Doo-Hill, on through Spring City and into Pigeon Hollow when the sun began to sink out of sight. We snuggled deeper into the quilts and sang louder as we missed the warmth of the sun.
Shortly after the sunset, a beautiful "star" with a long, fan shaped tail appeared just above the horizon. Someone said, "It must be a comet!" We all sat suddenly quiet and subdued. To us, comet meant earthquakes or the end of the world. The silence was broken only by the weird sound of the sleigh-bells as they fell on the slow-moving horses. The driver was too overwhelmed to keep his whip in action. How could anything so beautiful be a forerunner of such awful things to come?
After some concern about whether to turn around and return home, we proceeded to the dance. The atmosphere was tense. The music seemed out of place at first with so many telling strange stories of calamities to come.
The night passed. The next day came and went with no hint of destruction. As evening came, the beautiful comet reappeared just above the horizon in the western sky. For days it returned. Then one day, it did not show and we felt a bit relieved that the world was safe again.
On november 2, 1985, I was invited to join the Halley's Comet Club. We met at the Lafayette Ballroom of the Hotel Utah for our first club party. We enjoyed a nice program, saw Edmund Halley pictures in the 16th century costume, and were tested on our ability to identify cars of 1910, dry goods of that year, and advertisements. Prizes were given. After refreshments a group picture was taken which was published in the December 16, 1985 edition of Time Magazine. We were then escorted to the Hansen Planetarium where we enjoyed the history of Halley's Comet. It was a thrill to be there after 76 years and to be reminded of that eventful night when I saw Halley's Comet in 1910. (note: the next appearance of Halley's Comet is 2061)
Monday, December 2, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Sketch courtesy of LaRita Beck
"In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage - to know who we are and where we have come from."