One, I can't believe it has been almost a year since I updated this blog!
Two, I was surprised that I had not posted this photo before. I have posted it on my facebook page every Memorial Day for a few years. It has photos from both mine and Kevin's side of the family.
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 14, 2012
Ann Chatterly Macfarlane - The Flag - 1852
Happy Flag Day!!
Ann Chatterly Macfarlane
In the spring of 1852 the men went to the mountain and selected a tell tree to be used as a Liberty Pole. This they did in preparation for their first 4th of July celebration. After this proud pole was securely placed in the ground (inside the Fort) 'twas found they had no flag large enough to hoist that high. Ann Chatterly - age 15 - offered to make one. The Chatterly's had brought, among other goods, white marine - and Ann had two long, full petticoats, one of blue and one of red. There she contributed and sewed by hand a most beautiful flag. Of course, in 1852 there were not so many stars to make, but it was a tedious task; however, she loved to do it. Every one appreciated it because what would the 4th of July be without a flag! From that day on she was known as "The Betsy Ross of Iron County".
(From a biography by Ann's granddaughter, Ruth M. Penrose)
I have partial copies of obituaries for Ann and at the age of 89 she was still referred to as the Betsy Ross of Utah. In the obituary it relates the story as follows:
"Mrs. Macfarlane was known as the Betsy Ross of Utah. When in 1852 the pioneer settlement of Cedar City proposed to celebrate the Fourth of July there was no flag to be displayed. Mrs. Macfarlane solved the problem by making a flag from three skirts which she had brought from England, which, fortunately were of the three national colors. One skirt was red silk, the other was white merino and the third of blue cotton. At the time she was fifteen years of age."
As we celebrate our nation's flag, let us also celebrate Ann Macfarlane's part in honoring it!
Direct line ancestry: Ann Chatterly Macfarlane --> Charlotte Ann Macfarlane McQuarrie --> Ruth McQuarrie Penrose --> Lu Penrose Bond --> Kathryn Bond Berkowitz --> Lora Marshall Nehring
Monday, June 4, 2012
Memorial Day 2012
For the last many years, we have always gone to the Memorial Day Ceremony at Fresno Memorial Gardens in Fresno, CA. We love the Avenue of Flags that they have there, we "visit" Gpa Bond, and we attend the ceremony.
This year we did something a little different. When my Gpa, Richard Marshall, was buried in October of last year in the San Joaquin National Cemetery, my Aunt, Lindi, donated his flag to their Avenue of Flags. This year we drove to Santa Nella, CA to the cemetery for Memorial Day.
We went to see my grandfather's grave first. The grass has been put in since the last time I was there and it looks nice.
I was very glad that we could drive to Santa Nella and visit my grandfather's grave on Memorial Day. There were so many people there honoring those they love! It was wonderful!
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| Amanda and Rebecca at Richard Bond's grave at Fresno Memorial Gardens - Memorial Day 2005 |
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| Katrina at Richard Bond's grave at Fresno Memorial Gardens - Memorial Day 2006 |
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| Katrina and Kevin with one of the many American flags in the Avenue of Flags at Fresno Memorial Gardens - Memorial Day 2006 (I love this photo!) |
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| Amanda, Katrina and Rebecca at Richard Bond's grave at Fresno Memorial Gardens - Memorial Day 2007 |
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| Amanda, Rebecca and Katrina at Richard Bond's grave at Fresno Memorial Gardens - Memorial Day 2009 |
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| Katrina, Amanda, Rebecca and Lora at Richard Bond's grave at Fresno Memorial Gardens - Memorial Day 2010 |
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| Katrina places the flag at Richard Bond's grave - Memorial Day 2010 |
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| Rebecca, Amanda and Katrina at Richard Bond's grave at Fresno Memorial Gardens - Memorial Day 2011 |
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| The bagpipe corps that played at the Fresno Memorial Gardens Memorial Day Ceremony 2011 |
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| Over 1600 flags are displayed at the Fresno Memorial Gardens - 2011 |
We went to see my grandfather's grave first. The grass has been put in since the last time I was there and it looks nice.
| Richard Marshall's grave at the San Joaquin National Cemetery - 2012 |
| Rebecca, Katrina, Lora and Amanda at Richard Marshall's grave at San Joaquin National Cemetery - Memorial Day 2012 |
| The Avenue of Flags at the San Joaquin National Cemetery. Somewhere in there is the flag that covered my grandfather's casket. - Memorial Day 2012 |
| The Avenue of Flags at the San Joaquin National Cemetery - Memorial Day 2012 |
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| The San Joaquin National Cemetery Avenue of Flags with the pavilion in the right background that is near my grandfather's grave - Memorial Day 2012 |
Today I had the unique experience of being able to go out to Fresno Memorial Gardens and help other volunteers to fold and sort all the flags. There were six volunteers who were folding the flags (several of whom were Blue Star Moms) and I was sorting the rolled-up flags into all the containers that were for each of the different areas in the cemetery. It was very enjoyable, and I am glad that I was able to find that way to serve.
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Sunday, December 11, 2011
Far, Far Away on Judea's Plains
It's Christmas time. I am swamped with shopping, school programs, Christmas parties, making gifts, and all the other daily things that make us busy. And, this year, my business is growing, so thankfully I am busy from that as well.
Basically, my family history focus has been dimmed the past few months. I hate it when that happens. But, life goes on, and I fit it in where I can.
With Christmas comes music! I love Christmas carols! They are fun and uplifting and beautiful! I have several favorites! My mother has told me that at the hospital in Provo where I was born, they would broadcast the BYU games over the intercom. But, on the day I was born there was no games, so they were playing Christmas carols instead. "I Saw Three Ships" was playing as I was born, so as a default, it is one of my favorites. : ) And, how she had the presence of mind to remember that is beyond me!! Haha!! There are songs that my mother sang when I was a child that are special to me, "I Wonder As I Wander" and "The Coventry Carol". I love the carol "Angels from the Realms of Glory" that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing every year at their Christmas Concert. I love the "Carol of the Bells" (and I can play it pretty decently on the piano now!). I absolutely love "O Holy Night" and have sung it many times with a quartet of friends. I should stop now, or this post is going to be all about me.
One of my favorites is "Far, Far Away on Judea's Plains." It is a Christmas Carol written by my 3rd great-grandfather, John Menzies Macfarlane. Over the years I have heard the story of how it was that he wrote this hymn.
John Menzies Macfarlane
"It was during the pre-holiday season of 1869 that John M. Macfarlane began to think about the approaching Christmas program. He didn't much care for the Christmas songs he had for the choir to sing. Why not make the highlight of the program a new song? Time passed and began to be pressing. Finally, in prayer, he spoke to God, but still his brain remained barren.
"The one night it came, suddenly, in a dream.
"John was awake instantly. He shook Ann into wakefulness, crying out, 'Ann, Ann, I have the words for a song, and I think I have the music too!'
"Together they got up. Ann lighted the bitch [a twisted piece of flannel in a dish of oil] and held it so he could see. He hummed, wrote, erased, and wrote again, quite oblivious to the chill in the room. Ann, clad only in her thin nightgown, looked longingly at her warm feather tick and thought aloud, 'Let it go for now, John, and finish in the morning.' But he, fired by the Muse, gave her only a wave of the hand in reply. At last, after what must have seemed to Ann a very long time, John leaned back, laid down his pencil, and pronounced the task finished.
"It would have been no surprise to the composer if the little Christmas carol he had composed had never been heard again after the Christmas program of 1869, but such was not to be the case. Its simplicity, its swinging rhythm, the workmanship evident in each measure all insured its appeal to those who heard it or sang it. But most importantly, it appealed to the highest good that resides in the human heart.
"At first, 'Far, Far Away on Judea's Plains' was sung occasionally, then again, and again. Finally it spilled out of Dixie to be sung at Christmas time throughout the Church, to become known and loved by every Latter-day Saint. Eventually it was destined to spread beyond the protecting mountains of Zion. It would be sung in far-off places and in other churches. It would become the possession of every soul who had ever thrilled over the story and message of Christmas.
"John never wrote both the words and music to another song. Music was his talent.
" 'Far, Far Away on Judea's Plains' was published for the first time into the Juvenile Instructor on December 15, 1889, twenty years after it was composed. It first found it's way into the L.D.S. Hymnal in the July 1, 1896 revision, four years after the death of the composer and twenty-seven years after it was written."
From Yours Sincerely, John M Macfarlane, pages 96-101
A copy of "Far, Far Away on Judea's Plains" as it originally appeared in the Juvenile Instructor.
A depiction of John Macfarlane writing the song.
From the notes in the book Yours Sincerely, John M Macfarlane it says: "On the cover of the Instructor of December, 1961, there is reproduced a picture of Grandfather Macfarlane composing 'Far, Far Away on Judea's Plains.' This picture, which without question was meant as a tribute to both him and his Christmas carol, contains the most remarkable errors; but then, that is poetic license. It shows John M. Macfarlane clothed in his Sunday best, seated at an ornate parlor organ, recording the notes with a quill pen. The light by which is writing comes from a beautiful kerosene lamp, and the inspiration for his composition emanates from the outline of the St. George Temple glowing through the window." The author goes on to say that he should have been in a nightshirt, no one used quills any more, and the St. George Temple was not completed until ten years after the song was written.
"Hasten the time, when from every clime,
Men shall unite in the strains sublime."
I am sure it still does his heart good to hear the generations that followed him, and people around the world, uniting in strains sublime to sing his beautiful Christmas carol.
Merry Christmas!!
Direct line ancestry: John Menzies Macfarlane --> Charlotte Ann Macfarlane --> Ruth McQuarrie --> Lulu Penrose --> Kathryn Bond --> Lora Marshall Nehring
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Trick or Treat
I have been busy. And I hate it when busy keeps me away from the things that I love to do. Thankfully most of the busy has been with things that I love to do. : )
One of the things I have been doing this month is visiting my Gma Willie. She is not doing very well. She just turned 89 (I am sorry I missed her birthday on here!) and her memory is gone and she is having a hard time completing coherent sentences. She hasn't said my name for a very long time, but last week she was moved to a new home, and she introduced me to the nurse as her grand-daughter. I was very happy to hear her say that!
It is still hot here in California. Fall doesn't actually start here until December, no matter what the calendar says. We carve pumpkins the day before Halloween so they don't collapse into moldy globs of goo before the Trick -or-Treaters arrive at the door. Costumes have to be thin so you don't sweat to death in them. Ironically, I grew up in Alaska where my parents drove us door to door or we went Trick-or-Treating at the mall because it was too cold to walk. I don't mean we were wimps kind of cold, I mean your breath froze in your throat kind of cold.
Anyway, in honor of Halloween and all the other things that come with the month of October, here are a few photos of my Gma Willie in Halloween costumes as a child. These are circa 1925.
It is always a "treat" to be able to share all these photos and stories.
One of the things I have been doing this month is visiting my Gma Willie. She is not doing very well. She just turned 89 (I am sorry I missed her birthday on here!) and her memory is gone and she is having a hard time completing coherent sentences. She hasn't said my name for a very long time, but last week she was moved to a new home, and she introduced me to the nurse as her grand-daughter. I was very happy to hear her say that!
It is still hot here in California. Fall doesn't actually start here until December, no matter what the calendar says. We carve pumpkins the day before Halloween so they don't collapse into moldy globs of goo before the Trick -or-Treaters arrive at the door. Costumes have to be thin so you don't sweat to death in them. Ironically, I grew up in Alaska where my parents drove us door to door or we went Trick-or-Treating at the mall because it was too cold to walk. I don't mean we were wimps kind of cold, I mean your breath froze in your throat kind of cold.
Anyway, in honor of Halloween and all the other things that come with the month of October, here are a few photos of my Gma Willie in Halloween costumes as a child. These are circa 1925.
Willie Love in a cat costume in 1925
In the book, "Grandma, Tell Me Your Memories. . ." Willie said: "[Dressing up in a costume] was my favorite thing when I was little. My mom was really good in letting us use her things to 'look older'. Also Halloween called for costumes. (The knee socks are the kind that we always rolled down when we weren't near home.) Trick or Treat wasn't around when I was growing up. We had parties and rang doorbells and ran. It did always call for a costume."
Willie and her sister, Juanita.
It is always a "treat" to be able to share all these photos and stories.
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