Today we attended the baptism of our first grandchild, who recently turned eight. I was impressed by several things that happened. First, I saw at the church in the long room where the baptismal font was located, a room completely filled with friends and family there to support him. I could tell that this was not just a small token of friendship, but I felt the deep love they had for this young family. What a great way to be welcomed into the kingdom of God.
Next, I witnessed the strength of a brave young man that stepped into a cold water font because the hot water pipes had frozen the night before. He was baptized by his father who holds the Melchizedek Priesthood and has been given authority by God to baptize someone into the church and kingdom of Jesus Christ. And just as the Savior was baptized by immersion, which means being lowered completely under the water, my grandson was completely immersed and washed clean from sin. He came up with a broad smile, shaking the cold water off like a puppy shakes water from it's fur. It made us all smile with an unforgettable memory.
Finally, I saw the earnest expression on my daughter's face and that of her husband. I recognized the years of concern and deliberate effort they had given to preparing their son for this day. I saw the inner tears and profound feelings that remained largely unexpressed by them, in this group of many. I saw into their hearts and felt the Lord's love for them all.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Obedience - Poem
Obedience
Christ’s
perfect obedience
Showing
the way
The
Baptist lifted
One
without sin
From
a watery grave
The
Father’s voice proclaimed
His
only Begotten
And dove descended
As
witness to
Their
perfect union
All
three of one purpose
One
heart and mind
To
bring to pass
Man’s
immortality
And
offer eternal life
Receiving
baptismal washing
Of
both body and soul
A
disciple follows and partakes
Of
Christ’s gift
Repentant
and faithful
Symbolic
priesthood arm
Is
raised and
Heaven’s
note taken
Signaling
covenant made
And
sins forsaken
Uniting with Holy Godhead
To
become one
Pure
in thought and deed
Life’s
eternal journey
Just
begun
By
Janice Harten
Copyright © 2013 Janice Harten. All rights reserved.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Seattle Temple - Outstretched Arms
One of my favorite statues stands in front of the Seattle Temple. It captures the joy of a young family as a young child takes her first steps between the outstretched arms of the mother toward the father. This moment of "independence" is surrounded with the protecting arms and careful attention of loving parents. In addition to reminding me of a similar moment in my own life when our oldest daughter took her first steps, to me this statue also represents times when I need help standing on my own two feet.
As a spouse, parent and grandparent I am constantly wrestling with feelings of concern and worry over family members. When we entered the temple I was seeking relief from the burden and wondering how to have greater faith. I asked what I should be praying for and doing that would help bring about the needed blessings. I wonder how to have joy in the midst of real pain and concern. I am seeking for perspective and acceptance of the agency of others as well as a recognition of the blessings that come through our trials.
The walls of the temple shut out the noise of the world. Other than a few whispers from other visiting patrons the air around me was silent. The worrisome voices in my mind grew quiet and I felt peaceful relief. I let my mind enjoy the wonder of a world beyond my own and the perspective of an omniscient and omnipotent loving Father who wrapped the warmth of his spirit around me. I was grateful to let someone else reach out to steady me and carry the load.
As a spouse, parent and grandparent I am constantly wrestling with feelings of concern and worry over family members. When we entered the temple I was seeking relief from the burden and wondering how to have greater faith. I asked what I should be praying for and doing that would help bring about the needed blessings. I wonder how to have joy in the midst of real pain and concern. I am seeking for perspective and acceptance of the agency of others as well as a recognition of the blessings that come through our trials.
The walls of the temple shut out the noise of the world. Other than a few whispers from other visiting patrons the air around me was silent. The worrisome voices in my mind grew quiet and I felt peaceful relief. I let my mind enjoy the wonder of a world beyond my own and the perspective of an omniscient and omnipotent loving Father who wrapped the warmth of his spirit around me. I was grateful to let someone else reach out to steady me and carry the load.
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013
What gifts does he bring? - A new grandchild
Today, on the birth of our 9th grandchild I feel somewhat emotional. I feel relief. I feel gratitude. I feel awe.
The older I get and the more time passes I am filled with a profound sense of the importance and meaning of family. I wonder if there really is anything else that matters. It seems that the whole purpose of the universe and the existence of any creation is to enable, support and sustain the family.
I wonder about this new child arriving directly from Heaven. Who is he? Why did he come now? What is his mission on earth? I wonder what gifts he brings and how I can assist in his divinely mortal journey.
I feel moved with gratitude and compassion for my children and their spouses as they experience and welcome their children into their lives. My tears are flowing freely today.
The older I get and the more time passes I am filled with a profound sense of the importance and meaning of family. I wonder if there really is anything else that matters. It seems that the whole purpose of the universe and the existence of any creation is to enable, support and sustain the family.
I wonder about this new child arriving directly from Heaven. Who is he? Why did he come now? What is his mission on earth? I wonder what gifts he brings and how I can assist in his divinely mortal journey.
I feel moved with gratitude and compassion for my children and their spouses as they experience and welcome their children into their lives. My tears are flowing freely today.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Sweetest Fruit - Poem
Sweetest Fruit
The tree’s
lay
on the
ground
at His feet
After all
fully
ripe
fruit
falls
from the tree
last of all
In earnest
prayer
I
kneel
to partake
to partake
and find
it there
1 Ne 8-12
By Janice Harten
Feb 13, 2004
Copyright © 2013 Janice Harten. All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2013 Janice Harten. All rights reserved.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Genealogy Research Help - puzzilla.org
If you want to do family history research on collateral family lines, check out the website my husband, Bill, developed at:
puzzilla.org
Here you are able to view descendant charts of your ancestors to determine where new research needs to be done. This website is very new and still in the development and testing phase, so many improvements or changes may be added over time.
This website also gives a link to an eight minute research video entitled, "Finding Herman" and an instructional video on how to use Puzzilla.org. Both of these videos were created early in the development of puzzilla.org and there are plans to update them.
In order to use this site, you will also need to log into familysearch.org. Anyone can create an account following the links. However, if you are a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints you will want to sign up using your individual membership number, which can be obtained in one of three ways:
*Ask the membership Clerk
*It is written on your temple recommend
*It is on the membership papers the bishop gives you during tithing settlement
The same user name and password is used to access lds.org, so if you already have an account there, you will not need to create another one. Just use the same log in information.
Important: Write down or remember the user name and password you set up so you can access family search in the future.
The youth in our Stake have been given a goal to find one of their ancestors by August 20, when they will attend a Stake Youth Temple Day and be baptized for the family member they have found. This challenge was first given in June, at their youth conference.
Each ward called multiple family history consultants consisting of both adults and youth. Several training sessions have been held for the consultants. Each Sunday, during Sunday School, some of the youth and their parents are invited into a special class where they bring their computers and work side by side to find their loved ones. Progress has been very gradual, but we are beginning to see many having success.
Today, we are combining our faith and participating in a Stake fast. We are praying for the spirit of the Lord to guide the youth and their families in finding these individual names. It is thrilling to be part of this work and to feel the Lord guiding and blessing us.
If you are reading this blog post and are not a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, you may be wondering why we perform baptisms for our dead ancestors. Some of my previous blog posts address this question; such as the St George Temple. We believe every person born on this earth is a child of a loving Heavenly Father. He wants everyone of us to have the same opportunity to learn of him and return to live in his presence.
The Lord has provided prophets to teach us and the Priesthood to perform the sacred ordinance of baptism, as well as other ordinances found in the temple. Those who died without being taught and baptized into the kingdom of God, continue to be taught in the spirit world after this life. Since baptism requires that we have a physical body, those of us still on the earth perform baptisms for them and they have the opportunity to accept or reject the work being done. Their agency is paramount.
Our priority is for each of us to do the work for our own family. And after we have found a grandparent, we feel it is just as important to find all of their children and grandchildren, not just the one we are directly descended from. After all, don't they, and we, love all our children?
(Note: One hundred fifty-six youth came to the temple that day and performed over 400 baptisms, the majority of which were their own family names. It was a moving experience to see the baptistry completely filled by the youth and their leaders, with many more waiting their turn to enter, all the way down the hallway leading to the baptistry. A fireside was held afterward where they shared their experiences.)
puzzilla.org
Here you are able to view descendant charts of your ancestors to determine where new research needs to be done. This website is very new and still in the development and testing phase, so many improvements or changes may be added over time.
This website also gives a link to an eight minute research video entitled, "Finding Herman" and an instructional video on how to use Puzzilla.org. Both of these videos were created early in the development of puzzilla.org and there are plans to update them.
In order to use this site, you will also need to log into familysearch.org. Anyone can create an account following the links. However, if you are a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints you will want to sign up using your individual membership number, which can be obtained in one of three ways:
*Ask the membership Clerk
*It is written on your temple recommend
*It is on the membership papers the bishop gives you during tithing settlement
The same user name and password is used to access lds.org, so if you already have an account there, you will not need to create another one. Just use the same log in information.
Important: Write down or remember the user name and password you set up so you can access family search in the future.
The youth in our Stake have been given a goal to find one of their ancestors by August 20, when they will attend a Stake Youth Temple Day and be baptized for the family member they have found. This challenge was first given in June, at their youth conference.
Each ward called multiple family history consultants consisting of both adults and youth. Several training sessions have been held for the consultants. Each Sunday, during Sunday School, some of the youth and their parents are invited into a special class where they bring their computers and work side by side to find their loved ones. Progress has been very gradual, but we are beginning to see many having success.
Today, we are combining our faith and participating in a Stake fast. We are praying for the spirit of the Lord to guide the youth and their families in finding these individual names. It is thrilling to be part of this work and to feel the Lord guiding and blessing us.
If you are reading this blog post and are not a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, you may be wondering why we perform baptisms for our dead ancestors. Some of my previous blog posts address this question; such as the St George Temple. We believe every person born on this earth is a child of a loving Heavenly Father. He wants everyone of us to have the same opportunity to learn of him and return to live in his presence.
The Lord has provided prophets to teach us and the Priesthood to perform the sacred ordinance of baptism, as well as other ordinances found in the temple. Those who died without being taught and baptized into the kingdom of God, continue to be taught in the spirit world after this life. Since baptism requires that we have a physical body, those of us still on the earth perform baptisms for them and they have the opportunity to accept or reject the work being done. Their agency is paramount.
Our priority is for each of us to do the work for our own family. And after we have found a grandparent, we feel it is just as important to find all of their children and grandchildren, not just the one we are directly descended from. After all, don't they, and we, love all our children?
(Note: One hundred fifty-six youth came to the temple that day and performed over 400 baptisms, the majority of which were their own family names. It was a moving experience to see the baptistry completely filled by the youth and their leaders, with many more waiting their turn to enter, all the way down the hallway leading to the baptistry. A fireside was held afterward where they shared their experiences.)
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Torn Fabric - Poem
I appreciate the friends I have in my life. I have felt love and support from them through the years and I likewise have tried to offer them support. I wrote the following poem for a close friend who continues to suffer the pain and heartache of divorce.
Torn Fabric
Can it be mended?
So suddenly ripped apart
One thread at a time
Carefully woven within
Creates a personal design
Now, new fabric - new heart
Pattern unique
Foreseen above from the start
Unseen hands mend
The anguish, hurt and fear
Gently laced with love
divine
Janice Harten
Aug 2, 2000
Janice Harten
Aug 2, 2000
Copyright © 2013 Janice Harten. All rights reserved.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Strength
I am in love with a man who gets all sweaty and exhausted from wielding a chain saw, while cutting down and clearing out trees and brush growing around the summer cabin; then pauses to carefully distribute handfulls of seeds along the driftwood lining the deck and watch while chipmunks and squirrels chatter and gather. He rides the 4-wheeler to neighboring cabins to visit and keep in touch, and then returns to fill the hummingbird feeders and watch the hummingbirds buzz from one to the other. I am in love with a man who insists on stopping by the side of the road to hunt for thimbleberries and eats them like a bear in the bush. He rushes outside to watch the lightning and the downpour from a thunderstorm and is the first to see the developing rainbow. And in the evening, tears fill his eyes as he watches the last of the sunset drop behind the mountain and he waits hopefully for a full moon's reflection on the lake below.
To some, these activities might appear as a sign of weakness. To me, recognizing and enjoying the beauty and power of nature is an ultimate gift from our creator and a demonstration of strength.
To some, these activities might appear as a sign of weakness. To me, recognizing and enjoying the beauty and power of nature is an ultimate gift from our creator and a demonstration of strength.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Snowflake Arizona Temple - Ezekiel's Prophecy
With the name "Snowflake", I visualized the town and it's temple located in a mountainous area. And although we traveled north from Phoenix through some beautiful mountains to get there, the landscape changed to a barren desert. Later, I read this place was named after it's Mormon pioneer founders Lorenzo Snow and William Jordan Flake. When we first spotted the temple I wondered, "Where's the city?" But, we soon discovered it hiding over the ridge east of the temple.
Because of the dry desert surroundings, I immediately noticed a beautiful waterfall which began near the temple door and flowed over rocks below. I thought of the scriptures about the prophesies of the temple in Jerusalem described in Ezekiel 47, "Afterward he brought me again unto thea door of the house; and, behold, b waters issued out from under the threshold of the house eastward." This prophesy proclaims that water will flow from the temple toward the Dead Sea, and ultimately heal that stagnant, salty water, located in the desert.
When visiting Israel several years ago, I was taught some of the symbolism of living water to the Jews. Their ceremonial washings are done only in flowing or moving water, which is not under pressure. This represents pure and living water. For instance, when washing their hands before approaching the wailing wall at the temple in Jerusalem, they first run water from a faucet into a pitcher. Then they pour the water from the pitcher gently over their hands.
The Snowflake Temple serves four surrounding stakes of Native Americans. Several beautiful native rugs, paintings and decorations appear throughout the temple. One of the temple workers commented they can always tell when someone is visiting the area, because they take more time to look at the walls and furnishings.
I was especially touched by the warm welcome I felt from everyone attending the temple that day. One sister was celebrating 55 years of marriage with her husband. She mentioned some of the trials they had experienced at the death of two of their children when they were young. I noticed the sweet face of another sister as soon as she entered the endowment room. I thought to myself, "I would like to be like her." As I prepared to leave the temple I saw her again, and I told her about my feelings. She just seemed to glow with a peaceful serenity. She told me it must be because she is there doing work for her ancestors, and she prays for them continuously from the moment she enters the temple.
Because of the dry desert surroundings, I immediately noticed a beautiful waterfall which began near the temple door and flowed over rocks below. I thought of the scriptures about the prophesies of the temple in Jerusalem described in Ezekiel 47, "Afterward he brought me again unto the
When visiting Israel several years ago, I was taught some of the symbolism of living water to the Jews. Their ceremonial washings are done only in flowing or moving water, which is not under pressure. This represents pure and living water. For instance, when washing their hands before approaching the wailing wall at the temple in Jerusalem, they first run water from a faucet into a pitcher. Then they pour the water from the pitcher gently over their hands.
The Snowflake Temple serves four surrounding stakes of Native Americans. Several beautiful native rugs, paintings and decorations appear throughout the temple. One of the temple workers commented they can always tell when someone is visiting the area, because they take more time to look at the walls and furnishings.
I was especially touched by the warm welcome I felt from everyone attending the temple that day. One sister was celebrating 55 years of marriage with her husband. She mentioned some of the trials they had experienced at the death of two of their children when they were young. I noticed the sweet face of another sister as soon as she entered the endowment room. I thought to myself, "I would like to be like her." As I prepared to leave the temple I saw her again, and I told her about my feelings. She just seemed to glow with a peaceful serenity. She told me it must be because she is there doing work for her ancestors, and she prays for them continuously from the moment she enters the temple.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Pheonix Arizona Hike - Saguaro Cactus
Here are a few pictures from a hike we took near Phoenix. We saw hundreds of saguaro cactus and found some hieroglyphs. Water and sunscreen were necessities. I wouldn't attempt this hike any later in the season because of intense desert heat.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Mesa Arizona Temple - Reflection
I saw a quiet pond and desert landscaping surrounding the Mesa Temple. A long row of Hollyhocks greeted us as we walked to the front door. These are some of my favorite flowers. They reminded me of when I was young and visited my grandparents in Fairview, Utah. We would pick the large colorful blossoms and use them as skirts for toothpick dolls.
Inside, at the end of the session, Bill and I descended a flight of stairs and walked down a hallway. We both exclaimed in surprise as we caught our reflection in a large full-length mirror at the end of the hallway. I was pleased with what I saw and I noticed our smiles and beautiful white clothing, but I felt self conscience looking at myself in this grand setting. I kept ducking my gaze and then taking another peek.
Later, as I walked to the waiting area to meet Bill, I noticed several more full-length mirrors around other corners and down hallways. It was as though I was looking through a portal and seeing myself as others see me. I asked myself, "If I feel self-conscience looking at my own reflection now, what will I feel standing in the presence of the Lord, where my whole soul will be visible and my deeds will be known? Will I even be able to look at Him, or will I want to hide my face?" I realized there is no hiding from the Lord. He sees all and knows all.
Inside, at the end of the session, Bill and I descended a flight of stairs and walked down a hallway. We both exclaimed in surprise as we caught our reflection in a large full-length mirror at the end of the hallway. I was pleased with what I saw and I noticed our smiles and beautiful white clothing, but I felt self conscience looking at myself in this grand setting. I kept ducking my gaze and then taking another peek.
Later, as I walked to the waiting area to meet Bill, I noticed several more full-length mirrors around other corners and down hallways. It was as though I was looking through a portal and seeing myself as others see me. I asked myself, "If I feel self-conscience looking at my own reflection now, what will I feel standing in the presence of the Lord, where my whole soul will be visible and my deeds will be known? Will I even be able to look at Him, or will I want to hide my face?" I realized there is no hiding from the Lord. He sees all and knows all.
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Sunday, April 28, 2013
Identity - My New Passion
I am the daughter of women and men who worked as farmers, coal miners, post masters, school teachers, a pony express rider and more. I come from England, Ireland, Scotland, Denmark, and have cousins from Germany, Switzerland and more. I have discovered that the family I come from is hard working, faithful and persistent through their trials, talented, happy and that they love their families. I am discovering my own identity as I discover theirs.
Here are some of their stories:
Tamma Durfee
Lindsay Anderson Brady - Part of an account written by his son:
Pa was born February 8, 1868 at Fairview, the son of Warren P. Brady and Rachel Ann Cox who were the parents of fifteen children. The three oldest were born at Union Fort, the rest in Sanpete. That was Pioneer days. I know they were rather poor but Grandma never said they were. They took up a homestead, farmed, raised cows, horses, chickens, pigs and always a good garden. The children always went barefooted in the summer and soon they were big enough to help make their own. Pa herded sheep over in Castle Valley the winter he was ten years old. He went to school during the winters before he herded sheep but he didn't have very much schooling. He was a real rowdy head but he had a desire to learn so he read many books while he watched the sheep. He especially liked to read about history and politics. He also enjoyed music. He played the fiddle, the banjo, the guitar, the drums,the harmonica and the fife and most anything else he could get his hands on. He didn't like just sitting around. He was always wanting to do something. He loved his fiddle. It sure helped him over many rough spots.
Anna Elizabeth (Libbie) Acord, my grandmother, wrote the following about her childhood:
Mother was an ambitious woman and was able to do many things. She always sang as she worked. I used to watch her wash wool. When the wool was dry, it was placed on a sheet in the middle of the kitchen floor. We would sit around the pile of wool and pick it clean from sticks, burrs, etc. Then I saw her cord the wool into batting or make it into rolls. From the rolls of wool she would spin yarn on her spinning wheel and make it into skeins, then we would wind the skeins into balls. From these balls of yarn, I watched her knit our long stockings for winter. This yarn was dyed black before the stockings were made.
I spent days watching Mother wind carpet warp on the large warping machine. She would put this warp into the big loom which she kept in the south room upstairs. I sat for hours playing house while she wove carpets, blankets, rugs, and cloth. Every room in our large frame home had a carpet. Always before the carpet was laid, the floor was covered with fresh new straw. We loved to sit on the new carpet and play games with our friends who came in to spend the evening with us. I watched Mother make quilts. The quilts were filled with the new batting she made from the wool.
Here are some of their stories:
Tamma Durfee
Tamma's husband Albert, died in January of 1847 when their youngest child was not yet two years old and the oldest not yet 16. Tamma later married Enos Curtis and later John White Curtis. Tamma's father, Edmond , was murdered by a mob at Nauvoo , Illinois when Tamma was 32 and expecting her ninth child. Her father had been called on a mission in 1836 in Kirtland. Tamma's husband, Albert, helped build the Kirtland Temple , the dedication of which they both attended. Their daughter Melissa died during persecution era at 7 months. Their son Orson died of a fever at seventeen. Sylvia died at 2 years of age. Husband Albert died of exposure. Tamma with her 5 remaining boys and two girls started across the plains June 10, 18 50 . Tamma wrote: "I have passed through all the hardships and drivings and burnings and mobbings and threatenings and have been with the Saints in all their persecutions from Huron County to Kirtland and from Kirtland to Missouri back to Illinois and then across the desert. I write this that my children may have a little idea of what their parents passed through. I hope my children will appreciate these lives for I do feel highly honored to be numbered with the Latter-day Saints..."
Lindsay Anderson Brady - Part of an account written by his son:
Pa was born February 8, 1868 at Fairview, the son of Warren P. Brady and Rachel Ann Cox who were the parents of fifteen children. The three oldest were born at Union Fort, the rest in Sanpete. That was Pioneer days. I know they were rather poor but Grandma never said they were. They took up a homestead, farmed, raised cows, horses, chickens, pigs and always a good garden. The children always went barefooted in the summer and soon they were big enough to help make their own. Pa herded sheep over in Castle Valley the winter he was ten years old. He went to school during the winters before he herded sheep but he didn't have very much schooling. He was a real rowdy head but he had a desire to learn so he read many books while he watched the sheep. He especially liked to read about history and politics. He also enjoyed music. He played the fiddle, the banjo, the guitar, the drums,the harmonica and the fife and most anything else he could get his hands on. He didn't like just sitting around. He was always wanting to do something. He loved his fiddle. It sure helped him over many rough spots.
Anna Elizabeth (Libbie) Acord, my grandmother, wrote the following about her childhood:
Mother was an ambitious woman and was able to do many things. She always sang as she worked. I used to watch her wash wool. When the wool was dry, it was placed on a sheet in the middle of the kitchen floor. We would sit around the pile of wool and pick it clean from sticks, burrs, etc. Then I saw her cord the wool into batting or make it into rolls. From the rolls of wool she would spin yarn on her spinning wheel and make it into skeins, then we would wind the skeins into balls. From these balls of yarn, I watched her knit our long stockings for winter. This yarn was dyed black before the stockings were made.
I spent days watching Mother wind carpet warp on the large warping machine. She would put this warp into the big loom which she kept in the south room upstairs. I sat for hours playing house while she wove carpets, blankets, rugs, and cloth. Every room in our large frame home had a carpet. Always before the carpet was laid, the floor was covered with fresh new straw. We loved to sit on the new carpet and play games with our friends who came in to spend the evening with us. I watched Mother make quilts. The quilts were filled with the new batting she made from the wool.
Father and Mother opened what was known as the Acord House when I was about seven or eight years old. Here I had many experiences meeting new people. At that time we had only coal oil lamps for light. It was my job to keep all the lamps trimmed and cleaned. I washed many lamp chimneys each day, and in the years ahead I washed lots of dishes and helped keep bedrooms clean. I also learned to cook a little.
We used to have lots of snow. Everybody had a bob sleigh or cutter and a team of horses. The boys would fill the sleigh with warm quilts and hot bricks and take the girls for a ride down the long country roads. Reid, my boyfriend, had a nice new cutter and a good horse. Often on a nice sunny Sunday afternoon he would call for me, and we would ride to Mt. Pleasant, Moroni, Wales, Chester and back home. If there wasn't any snow, we would use his Father's new buggy and Old Sal. We also went horse-back riding and a few times took such a long trip that I thought I could never stand the ride back home, but it was fun.
We (Reid and I) belonged to the "Home Dramatic Company" and had lots of fun taking part in the different plays. We had lots of fun in the 'Old Hall'. We went to many dances and shows there. During the Christmas Holidays we attended dances or shows every night for two weeks. I used to sing in the picture shows held there. We had lots of nice home parties with our friends, played games, etc. and had good eats.
We (Reid and I) belonged to the "Home Dramatic Company" and had lots of fun taking part in the different plays. We had lots of fun in the 'Old Hall'. We went to many dances and shows there. During the Christmas Holidays we attended dances or shows every night for two weeks. I used to sing in the picture shows held there. We had lots of nice home parties with our friends, played games, etc. and had good eats.
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