We just returned from a week at the cabin.
I took a little trip to Panguitch to visit friends and it turns out that everyone was at the funeral of Tom Proctor, Merle Stowell's brother. So I drove out to the cemetary and took a photo of Mom and Dad's headstone with her information engraved. What a beautiful day and week, everything was so green and lush. The lake is so full it is running over the top of the dam. I had to tell mom about that. She would be so thrilled. That was something she always want to do was to see how full the lake was.
We had a frequent visitor night and morning about 7 along with the deer. The night these pictures were taken she came with 5 deer and kept interacting with one of the deer. It was so fun. I hope no one harms it, I am told by a former Forester, Fred Houston that it is probably a hen and they do not taste good to eat. He said to listen early in the morning for the gobbles and noises that chicks would make and they are probably nested in a tree. He said that Toms have a beard in the middle of their chest so he thought this was a hen. Hope you all get to see it. Jim says he has seen more than one at a time.
While we were there we made a side trip to Orderville. I had already read 4 books and "needed" to get out.
This first picture is a model of the way the town was set up during the United Order. The big building in the center is the mess hall where everyone took their meals. The long ones are the residences the families lived in. The woman who runs the store attached to this building was so nice and it turns out is married to one of our cousins through James Brinkerhoff. Actually only a half cousin since James was a polygamist and they were from another mother. Her sister came and brought a book that she had put together. She is also married to another cousin as was another woman who showed up. We sat in their restaurant and visited for almost an hour. I think we are probably related to everyone in that valley.Great-grandfather Kocherhans (Grandma Reid's father) was also there during this time and Grandma Loretta B. Young and Mary K. Reid were both children there at this time. They were the same age and I have a picture of them with me when I was a newborn.
This picture is of the woolen mill. I suspect that this is where Grandpa Kocherhans worked. That is what he did for a living prior to this and probably why he was called to go there. Remember the story about the boy who saved lambs tails to get money to buy some "city" pants. I bought a book written by one of the ladies that we visited with that I will leave at the cabin so everyone can see it.
I went to the valley to look for gravesites of relatives and I did find the headstone of James Brinkerhoff. The information I got from one relative on the phone was that he is actually buried outside the fence (in the weeds) of the very small cemetary. There are like 4 cemetaries in Glendale, Ut.
