Getting ready

So, some of you may know that I've been talking about square dancing lately. No - it really isn't because we've suddenly taken it up - well...kind of, but not really by choice. Next week, we are going to Youth Conference and will be spending several days pulling and pushing a handcart across the wind swept plains of Wyoming.

We were asked to teach our youth how to square dance prior to going - so we became overnight officianados..except we still don't know what "allemande" means. I made some beautiful bloomers this morning and will now begin with a nice bonnet, apron and skirt...
We did this trek about 3 years ago, so it will be interesting to see the differences between the two. My grandmother gave me some information on one of my ancestors. As he crossed the North Platte river, his 4 year old son died. Shortly thereafter, in Martin's cove, his wife and premature son also died. The ground was so cold, they struggled to dig graves for the burial so that the wolves wouldn't get the bodies. This man almost literally gave everything he had to follow the prophet and the brethren. Interesting how difficult it is for us today to do the same thing. Something to think about while I "push and pull and go merrily on my way to the valley-o!"