In 1850, my mom's grandmother traveled from Port Gibson, Mississippi, to Salt Lake City, Utah. After taking a paddle boat to St. Francis, Missouri, she and the thirteen other family members traveling with her contracted cholera, and seven died, including her husband.
On his death bed, knowing the road ahead was something bigger than she or the surviving members of her family had ever faced, he begged her to return back home where people knew her, and where her extended family had been left.
Instead (after having buried her husband, and grieving with the other members of her family), she gathered together her surviving children, her brother and his wife, and set her path to the Zion, which she says she had seen in her dreams. They “made it” three months later.
Her epic trials have been an inspiration to us all, and I hold the honor of bearing the name of one of her heirs.
Loren M. Lambert © May 13, 2012
On his death bed, knowing the road ahead was something bigger than she or the surviving members of her family had ever faced, he begged her to return back home where people knew her, and where her extended family had been left.
Instead (after having buried her husband, and grieving with the other members of her family), she gathered together her surviving children, her brother and his wife, and set her path to the Zion, which she says she had seen in her dreams. They “made it” three months later.
Her epic trials have been an inspiration to us all, and I hold the honor of bearing the name of one of her heirs.
Loren M. Lambert © May 13, 2012
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