An ordinary week

I’m not sure any week in Nauvoo could be called ordinary but things have definitely quieted down. It’s been a lovely week in the temple and I’ve been doing lots of family history with my cousin. She helps me solve all the mysteries I uncover. This week I found 3 little children ages 6, 4, and 2 in an orphanage in Denmark. I can’t find out what happened to the parents but I am eager to do their work so they can be sealed as a family. Karen and I also pieced together the story of our grandpa Jensen’s great aunt -  She had 7 children born in Copenhagen, must have joined the church there but the father died in Denmark. Then mother and 5 living children immigrated and mother and oldest daughter died and buried in June of 1857 in Florence Nebraska - an outfitting place near Winter Quarters. So there were 4 children left - at least 2 made it to Utah and died there and the other two - ??  It makes you feel closer to these people when you get a little glimpse of their lives. Anyway I am loving the time I spend doing family history and I’m ever more grateful for what they did to lay the groundwork for my wonderful life.
Of course we did some Nauvoo things too - went on the carriage ride AGAIN. I’m getting to really love the teamsters - good salt of the earth farmers with such humble testimonies. And maybe I’ll remember the wonderful stories they tell if I hear them often enough!  And we love the horses!!  We went to watch them in the morning- they let them into the corral for breakfast and every horse goes straight to his own trough with his name on it!  (Did you know horses could read?).  In the afternoon we watched them herd them down the road to a lower pasture.

We also watched the demonstrations on candlemaking and barrel making and made our own rope 😊.