Today my wife and daughters continued our thirty year tradition of tramping through the Moroni, Utah, cemetery to visit and decorate all my wife's progenitors and kin who have passed on. We also visit the Salt Lake City Cemetery (on Saturday) and the Nephi and Mt. Pleasant cemeteries. When all our children were little, we picnicked at the Fountain Green park and played game with some of my wife's cousins and their children. Now we go to my wife's cousin David Blackham's home in Mt. Pleasant for a big pot luck lunch and mini family reunion. There are between 30 and 50 attendees each year. I am one of the shirt-tail relatives. All my ancestors are buried back East. I have been planning to make a cemetery trip through Missouri, Illinois, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Kentucky and Texas for a long time, but I haven't made it yet. Maybe I will have to take the trip in bits and pieces.
Saturday at the Salt Lake City Cemetery: Rachel, Rebekah, and Chris with a pot of mums.
Monday at the Moroni Cemetery: Rachel (L) and Chris contemplate Martha Robinson Blackham, a member of the ill-fated Martin handcart company who was rescued by her son, John Blackham, who had already emmigrated to the Salt Lake Valley.
A beautiful day in the city of the dead.
Discussing the Blackham family history at Ray and Daisy Blackham's grave site.
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