Albert Lott Hamlin, Part 2

Continued from previous post. Edited for length. For a complete copy of the tribute including Legislation proposed by Al Hamlin, his pioneering of rubber manufacture, politicians he helped put in office and a list of those he left behind please send an email with the request.


Al Hamlin was a frontiersman of the first water. He liked the Indians, knew Sitting Bull and ate buffalo dinner with him on several occasions. He considered the Battle of Wounded Knee, which followed the murder of Sitting Bull in Dec 1890, as the worst crime White man ever committed in all the 400 years of war against the Indians. He stood for fair play and square dealing and tried to pay his honest debts. He loved pioneering and the spirit of building for a better civilization in which people could enjoy life more, and be happier. After all , what kind of lofty thoughts are more noble? He loved his fellow man and stood always willing to help him.. He always tried to make a friend's hard road through life easier. He lived his full span of years-over three score and ten, and should be entitled to a rest, also admittance, we hope, into that other mystic, and more beautiful realm from which no man returns.

Mr. Hamlin leaves behind three daughters and one son. Also, a score of grandchildren, and great grandchildren. One of his grandsons, Lieut. Francis Lee Hamlin, was killed in his 7th Naval battle off Tulagi Point, in the Solomons, on the night of December 1st 1942. Other of his grandsons, and husbands of his granddaughters are in Uncle Sam's service, for which he felt justly proud.

All mourn the loss of the fearless frontier fighter, and one who registered his mark in the annals of the West.

Albert Lott Hamlin, part 1

Maternal Grandfather of Charles Hamlin Walker
Father of Margaret Hamlin Walker
Husband of Ella Frances Skyhawk Hamlin

Copied from article "Dakota Territory and Utah Pioneer Passes On", Pony Express Courier, September 1943

Albert L. Hamlin, former contractor and builder of Dakota and Utah, and member of Utah's early legislatures, passed away at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Rowland Walker, Cottonwood Canyon, Utah, on July 7th, and was buried the following Saturday, beside his wife, Ella Skyhawk, who passed away in 1911.

"Al" Hamlin, as he was known throughout the West, was born at Cherry Grove, Minnesota, October 1, 1858. His father, a Civil War soldier, died at Fort Rice, Dakota Territory, in the 60's, while fighting marauding Indians, leaving his wife poor, and with 5 children, all under 6 years of age. With this sort of beginning "Al" started off on the hard road of life. Adversity was his boon companion, and every advancement he made was by sheer pluck, and courage. And to no man was he indebted for his ultimate success.

At an early age he drifted to Dakota Territory where he later helped survey, and stake out counties, one of which today bears his name. As contractor and builder he helped build its first Agricultural College at Brookings. In the '80s the late Scotty Allan drifted into the Territory from Scotland, with a couple of Clydesdale stallions to improve the breed of the stock. He settled at Flandreau, not far from Brookings. Droughts, and Indian trouble drove the two pioneers out, and they didn't meet till 50 years later. Al went to Utah and Allan to Canada. Al, with his bride, Ella Skyhawk, came farther West seeking a new frontier, and, if possible, a humble fortune in the State of Utah. With his yoke fellow and Dakota partner, Elisha Hawxhurst, who also brought his family, they went to work building houses for the late Edward Swan-of on Brigham Young's favorite Gentiles.

Same Pioneer Spirit Manifested
The same interest and energetic spirit that Hamlin exercised in Dakota Territory, was manifested in the new growing territory of Utah, which was booming in the '80s and early '90s. He was an ardent worker for Utah's statehood, and rejoiced on July 16th, 1896 when she was admitted to the Union. He immediately entered into its politics and was supported by a host of friends in his district-both Gentiles and Mormons. Strict alignment with the Republican Party was his choice. He was always known as "Straight Ticket Al Hamlin" and was a staunch extoller of his party's principles and precepts. He died hoping that America would soon give up her will-o-the-wisp rainbow chasing and return to his party's fold.

Ella Frances Skyhawk Hamlin

Maternal Grandmother of Charles Hamlin Walker
Mother of Nana- Margaret Hamlin Walker

Tribute to Ella Skyhawk Hamlin delivered November 19, 1911, at Third Presbyterian Church, Salt Lake City, Utah and published on 50th Anniversary of her death.

Honorable Ministers and Dear Friends of Our Mother:
I will endeavor to make a few remarks, if you will allow me, as a verbal tribute from the immediate family of the deceased.
Having journey so far to be present among you on this day, I accept the duty as a signal honor to assist, in my humble capacity, with the services.

It is not within my youthful scope to add to the worthy remarks of Revered McClain or Dr. McNeice. Both have so ably review our Mother's life and her activities in this church. But, I somehow feel that she should not go to her grave unheralded by those who loved her most dearly, and for whom she consecrated her cares in life Folk are assembled here today to perform the last sad honors for a Christian friend, faithful wife, and loving Mother.

We feel sure it is the opinion of all who knew her that the character she possessed was of the highest and noblest degree. The kind that the world is, and always has been, in need of. Through her long days of toil she attained quite a distinction among numerous acquaintances and friends. Nevertheless she was a plain and modest woman living a well rounded and simple life. Like most pioneers she was forced to work at an early age. As an orphan, with meager schooling, she struggled for self-education, liked literature, good books, and wrote poetry though never published. Her unfailing principle was the "Golden Rule," to love her neighbor as herself and always stand forth with a helping hand for those in distress.

As I look back upon her life, so far as memory will allow me, it reminds one of the picture drawn by the great English novelist in Vanity Fair, that: "The world is but a huge mirror and reflects back upon each person for their own image. If he smiles upon it, it will smile upon him; if her frowns upon it, it will frown upon him. If he loves it, it will love him." And how true it is I know, dear friends, that the good accomplishment throughout the days of our Mother's life afforded her the greatest of pleasure in looking upon such a reflection.

Her early life was humble. She began it as an orphan. It was started without family or fortune and confronted with many difficulties. Her inheritance on the western prairies of Minnesota and Dakota was poverty and obscurity. But the treasures she achieved through life, in the face of such adversities, are rich as ever adorned with brow of motherhood. She was kind, generous and sympathetic, brave, faithful and true and has left in the hearts and minds of friends and loved ones tenderest and proudest recollections.

As for the immediate loss her death has brought us, I can scarcely venture to speak, for all that we, her children are, or ever hope to be, was wrapped up in her bosom. Our hearts' warmest blood flows on, through channels that God has created, for Nature's noblest gift-our Mother. Her teachings we shall receive no more. She always shared with pride in our achievements, no matter how small, and I am reluctant to admit that her departure has left our ambition crushed. We can now only trust that hopes, though wounded and temporarily destroyed, shall continue onward toward the finer things in life that she adored. And where in youth she helped our childish lips to form their first Christian words, so in womanhood and manhood her memory shall help to keep us firm in faith. May we, her children, hereby resolve-to aspire to no higher glory than the fulfillment of her cherished wish.

Ella Skyhawk Hamlin is dead, but her memory lives. The humbleness of her unselfish life now illuminates itself beyond the heights of human expression and the recollection of those days, now gone, will forever be a cherished thought and sweetest memory. Her worldly house, encompassing a great and precious soul, has fallen. She now lies within that embrace that knows no early waking. Her terrestrial form returns to the soil from whence it came. Who knows but some giant oak, in some future geologic age, may take life from her sacred dust.

In due course of time there is to be a tombstone erected, in honor and to the memory of the deceased We care not how white the marble may be, it can never be as pure as the soul it represents. We care not what art is spent in its design, it can never be as beautiful as the character for which it is to commemorate; and we care not what elements may be the constituents of such a mass, it will crumble to dust before the name of Ella Frances Skyhawk Hamlin shall have been forgotten, or the influence of her character upon this earth shall cease to live.

We are comforted in knowing that on Monday last, when she received from the Maker her recent summons, she did not "go forth as the quarry slave at night scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed by that unfaltering trust, approaching her grave like one who takes the draperies of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams."

Effie Josephine Adams Sherman aka Grandma Sherman Part 1

Grandma Sherman is at the top of the group, the left one of the two young ladies. She looks so happy.




**Letter written by Effie Josephine Adams Sherman to her grandson, Frank Edward Walker. I tried to keep as much of the spelling and grammar the same as the letter.**


Dec 10-75

Dear Ruthie, Eddy, and children-

Received your nice card. Thanks so much. Sharlene (her daughter, Effie) wrote Eddy graduated and has a job. Congratulations. I will start from the first as far as I can remember what my mother told me.

My fraternal grandparents. My grandfather came from Ireland a convert to the church my grandmother from Germany the only member of her family to join the church.

Maternal grandparents both from Denmark.

Both grandparents were called by the church to settle in Parowan- Then later they we called to settle in Bluff, Utah. My parents were just teenager when the trip was made from Parowan to Bluff-where they were married.

I was born in a 2 rooms log cabin. Later my father built a large stone home with 7 bedrooms. It was a beautiful home. But later after we moved from Bluff to Blanding it was torn down- The San Juan river over flowed during a rainy season and destroyed it.

I had a happy childhood. Romping over the hills and exploring all the caves and nooks. And in a small town like Bluff- which was only a few families, we celebrated all the holidays just a big family. We had a community Christmas tree set up in the town hall where all the families gathered where we all exchanged gifts danced and sang. Santa Claus was there. Of course we believed in Santa Clause and when we went home we hung our stockings up by the fire place. At the break of day we were all up showing off our presents.

For Christmas mother always made us a new dress- which I always looked forward to. I still remember one experience when my eldest brother got us all up and dressed us up in our new Christmas clothes. And marched us all up to the public dance being held for just adults. There was nine of us and my parents always chuckled about that, they were very proud of us and said we made a beautiful picture marching across the hall where our parents were sitting. Santa Claus come over and gave us a cheer. Our parents gathered us up and we left among laughter, cheers and clapping.

Easter and May were also big a celebration for us who lived in country. The day before the men would build swings and tweeters and other things to entertain their children. Our mothers would prepare a big picnic and we would go out and spend the day.

Hope you can read this. I should copy it over.

Love,
Grandma

Mary Barbara Bolanz Adams

Maria (Mary) Barbara Bolanz
Great Grandmother of Effie Marie Sherman Walker
Written by her youngest son, Franklin J. Adams

Mary Barbara’s father, Johanna George Bolanz was born in Millheim, Germany, January 16, 1800. He grew up neighbors to a Weis family who had a daughter by the name of Anna Maria. They were married and settled at Bowden, Weiler County of Millheim, Germany. They built a nice two story house. They owned several vineyards, and a fertile farm land on the Rhine River.
To them were born: George Mathias, Jacob, Maria Barbara, John, Fredrick and Earnest. The children received an education as was given then; the boys worked at different trades. In the year of 1847 the mother died, and Mary Barbara, the only girl, and at the age of ten, had the responsibility of the home. The Bolanz family was Liberals and did not believe in the Monarchial government. There was an uprising, and John and Frederick came to America to escape the war. Mary Barbara, with the rest of the family, was compelled to feed and take care of the soldiers. Many times she related the horrors of war to her children.
Her brothers were anxious for her education and placed her in one of the finest hotels in Switzerland to learn domestic science. She was an artist at cooking. She fell in love with a jeweler by the name of Mr. Radz. They had one daughter, Louise. They were very happy together, and then the husband died, leaving Mary Barbara with the baby daughter and a business to care for in Geneva, where they were living at the time.
She was persuaded by her sister-in-law to visit a meeting being held by Mormon elders. She said that at the first meeting she was impressed that they were teaching the true gospel of Jesus Christ. She attended the meetings for several weeks, read the tracts and the Book of Mormon and applied for baptism. Her father, and brothers, hearing of her conversion became bitter and withdrew what assistance they were giving her. Her friends forsook her. She was left alone, forsaken by family and friends with her little girl to care for.
Mary Barbara wanted to go to Utah and gather with the Saints. She sent little Louise to America to Payson, Utah to live with Aunt Eliza Cowan. In two years she earned enough to pay her ships passage to America. She crossed the ocean with the President Ballis Company. She crossed the plains with the company of Bishop Daynes. She joined her daughter at Payson and worked at the home of Bishop Fairbanks.
William Adams was a close friend of the Cowan family. The first time Mary Barbara met him, she said she would not marry that old man even though his britches were lined with gold. He was married and had a family. But they were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, January 9, 1864 by Daniel H. Wells. They made their home in Paragonah, Utah.
Five sons and a daughter were born to them. One son and the girl died. My mother watched very carefully over her boys. In the days of the United Order she made our clothes and hats. I remember, our week day hat had a brass button and our Sunday hat had a pearl button. We went to Sunday School every Sunday. We were not allowed on the street at night. Many a night she went hunting for George and John. Our menu for supper was corn meal mush and milk in a large bowl.
My father owned a dairy on the Parowan bottoms and was Superintendent of the Parowan Co-op. Mother and us boys ran the dairy. We milked about seventy-five cows. Mother made the butter and the cheese.
George and John were called to the San Juan Mission. In the fall of 1882 we left Parowan with two, four-horse wagons and about one hundred and fifty head of cattle. My father gave Bishop Nielson a cow for an old dirt roof cabin in the old fort at Bluff. We lived in it for two years. During this time Mother made butter and cheese. Finally, my father bought a place from Bill Rob with two log cabins with a dirt roof, where we lived for many years.
My father, William Adams, being a counselor to Stake President Francis Hammond, had charge of a colony near the base of the Blue Mountains. George and Fred Adams were among the first ones to locate at Verdure. There they ran a large dairy. During the summer my mother spent a great deal of time with them. Later, Father and Mother moved to Monticello and built the first house, a log cabin in Monticello. They experienced all the outrages of the outlaws; cowboys shooting up the town, breaking up dances, and shooting at men’s feet to make them dance. There was no law but the Colt’s forty five.
I remember well the day I went to work for the L.C. Cattle Co. My mother cried for days to think that her son was thrown into such company. She was never happy until I told her I would quit and go to the Brigham Young Academy. My family moved back to Bluff because the winters were so cold and the snow so deep.
The only doctor the Adams family knew in those days was Mother. I remember a good many times when we had colds. Our feet were put in mustard water and we were given a cup of hot catnip tea and put to bed. If any grandchildren were sick, Mother was there to take care of them.
Mother was very charitable and kind to the poor. Often I would see her passing through the streets with food for some of the neighbors. Dad would laugh and say “There goes Mrs. McCuffy again.” She was never afraid when necessity called her. At the time of the diphtheria epidemic at Bluff, she left her home to administer to the sick. At this time the whole Decker family was stricken with this disease. Five of the family died, Brother Decker being one of them. Mother helped prepare them for burial.
Mother was devoted to her Church and to her religion. She often quoted passages to us from the Bible, portraying what would happen in the future. She usually attended the dances, but danced only the square dances.
Father and Mother were preparing to go to the Salt Lake Temple for their second endowments when Father took ill and died September 31, 1901. My mother and I lived together in Bluff for a good many years until I married and moved to Monticello.
Mother often said when her time came; she would sleep away without pain, as her patriarchal blessing had told her. In the year 1918 she moved to Blanding. On Christmas Eve, she went to drive a bull to the outside of the lot. The bull turned and struck her and threw her into the air, rendering her unconscious. She never regained consciousness and slept peacefully away. She was buried in the Blanding Cemetery.

William Adams

William Adams
Great-Grandfather of Effie Marie Sherman Walker
Condensed from the William Adams narrative
by Sadie Ollorton Clark

William Adams was born in Hillsborough, County Down, Ireland, on January 8, 1822, the second son in a family of eight children. His father, Charles, was born in Baileyborough, County Cavan, and his mother, Catherine Mills was born in Belfast, County Antrim. William’s grandfather, Thomas Adams, practiced law in Baileyborough. His other grandfather, William Mills, was an excise Officer under the British Government. His wife was Judith Campbell. They were all Protestant and of Scotch Irish descent.
William attended school, as a boy, in Hillsborough, for eight years, and then he was sent to the Belfast Academical Institution.
The Adams family was prosperous. They owned farms and several businesses. After William finished school he worked for his father and for a year he worked for his uncle, James Adams, who lived in Carrickmacross, who was a dealer in flax and yarn, and who also kept a Spirit’s store.
William says he was religiously inclined and attended church regularly. He often reflected on the life and crucifixion of our Savior. He, therefore, was receptive when two Elders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints presented the Gospel to him. Their names were Theodore Curtis and William Black. He was eighteen years old when he first investigated the Church. He loved to attend the meetings and to bear his testimony. He was baptized by Robert Hutchinson, March 26, 1842, and confirmed by William Johnston.
It was while attending a branch meeting that William met Mary Ann Leech, daughter of Ann Jamison and Hugh Leech. Mary Ann’s mother and several members of her family belonged to the Church. They were married October 8, 1842. Mary Ann was born October 22, 1820 in Bambridge, County Down. Their son, Charles was born in Bambridge, September 16, 1843.
William had been working for his father, but after he joined the Church many of his friends turned against him. He and Mary Ann decided to leave Ireland and gather with the Saints in Nauvoo, Illinois. On December 31, 1843, they left Hillsborough with their baby son and sailed for Liverpool. They took passage on the boat, “Fanny” which would take them to New Orleans. Most of the passengers were Mormon Emigrants.
William and Mary Ann accepted the hospitality of Walter McAllister for ten days in Liverpool, and on January 20, 1844, they left Europe. The Saints on board were organized with twelve men appointed to supervise the activities, the food, etc. for the company. William was one of the twelve. They had prayer meetings daily and preaching meetings on Sundays. They landed in New Orleans the first of March, making very good time for that day.
They were to go up the Mississippi River on Joseph Smith’s boat, “The Maid of Iowa”. It took three days to prepare and load the boat, so the young couple saw something of New Orleans while they waited, but they were glad to leave the city. They had a very rough, uncomfortable trip on the River Boat. It moved slowly and the pilot had little concern for the passengers or their time. They were thankful when he was dismissed in St. Louis.
When the people of the River towns heard the boat was carrying a full load of Mormons they did all they could to make the trip unpleasant. They set fire to the boat in Natches. They would come on board and revile them, and they stole everything they could get. All of William’s money was taken from him. He became ill from contaminated food and water, and was weak and sick for weeks after they had arrived in Nauvoo, in April.
As they left the boat in Nauvoo, Joseph and Hyrum, with at least two hundred people were at the dock to meet them. William was thrilled to shake their hands.
Mary Ann’s sister Margaret had married John Harper, and they had been in Nauvoo for a year when the Adams arrived. The Harpers took them to their home and cared for them until they could take care of themselves. When William was able to work, Harper got him a job as a stone cutter for the Temple. But the people in Nauvoo were poor and paid very little tithing, so William was not paid for his work for weeks. They sold some of their clothes to buy food. Mary Ann’s silk dresses supported them for some time.
William soon became aware of the trouble which was brewing in Nauvoo, and he knew who the trouble-makers were. He was an eyewitness to the destruction of the “Expositor” and he took an active part in protecting the city from any attacks of the mobs. He was a member of the Nauvoo Legion and he remembered hearing Joseph Smith’s last sermon. On the 27th of June, 1844, he listened to Governor Ford make a speech accusing the Mormons of being disloyal to the government, and afterwards realized it was given at the same time Joseph and Hyrum were being assassinated.
William was at the meeting when Sidney Rigdon laid claim to be the guardian of young Joseph. He says he was sitting down and could not see when Brigham Young took the stand, but was listening attentively. As Brigham started to talk, William says he jumped to his feet, thinking Joseph Smith was speaking. He says he knew Joseph’s voice well and he recognized it. This was always a strong testimony to him.
William continued to work on the Temple until the fall of 1845. He was ordained an Elder in August and a Seventy in October. In the fall and winter of 1846, he worked for a man who owned a wagon shop. Mary Ann had a baby boy born in July 1845, but he lived only until December and they buried him in the Nauvoo cemetery. William and Mary Ann received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple in January 1846.
William tells very little about the exodus from Nauvoo. But on March 1, 1846, they, probably from fear of the mobs, left Nauvoo. Turning the key on their little home and leaving nearly everything they had in the house. For the next three years, William worked at various trades. He was anxious to earn enough to follow his friends west. For a time they lived in Springfield, Illinois, and William worked on the State Capitol building. Mary Ann had a sister, Isabel McKelvy living there and William worked with her husband in the contracting business. Their third son, James Jemison was born in Springfield. They “were careful with their means” and saved $500.00 by the spring of 1849, when they decided to go to Utah. Williams’ brother, Thomas, had immigrated to Springfield and urged him to stay in Illinois and go into business with him, but William and Mary Ann had made up their minds to follow the Saints, and they mad a safe and pleasant trek across the plains in the summer of 1849.
When they arrived in Salt Lake City they bought a small house and prepared it for winter. The next spring William planted four acres of wheat. He had brought the seed with him, but a few weeks later found that he had planted winter wheat in the spring and he lost his crop. Their daughter Anna Catherine was born in Salt Lake in May 1850.
In the 1850 October Conference William was called out of the audience to go on a mission to Iron County, to locate there and help develop the country. He left Salt Lake December 1, with the George A. Smith Company. Mary Ann and the three children stayed in Salt Lake alone that winter. The company arrived at Center Creek January 13, 1851. The next July, Mary Ann and her children came to the new town called Parowan.
In 1852 Hugh Leech was born in Parowan. William had built his family a home in the old fort. He acquired land and raised crops of wheat, oats, potatoes and in a few years they found they could raise fruit trees- apples and plums. Their daughter Margaret was born in 1853.
William was resourceful and always had several projects going—new businesses and farms. He volunteered to work on the Salt Lake Temple in 1857, to haul granite. He was in Salt Lake on July 24th when the news came about Johnston’s Army.
William Junior was born in 1855, Mary Emma in 1857, and Thomas in 1860. William was prosperous and busy, active in public affairs and in the Church. At this time, plural marriage was being preached vigorously, and William decided to take another wife. He married Mary Barbara Bolanz January 9, 1864 in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City and brought her back to Parowan. She was from Germany, a widow with a young daughter.
Mary Ann opposed the marriage and was never reconciled to it. William acquired a home in Paragonah and he and his second wife lived there for many years and their six children were born there, or in Parowan. Their only daughter and one son died as infants. William worked in Parowan. He was the director in the Parowan Co-op store, the Superintendent of the Parowan United Mercantile Institution. He was Justice of the Peace, Coroner, and County Treasurer. He was interested in a cabinet shop, a tanning and harness shop and probably many others.
He was called on a mission about 1876 (he didn’t give the date, but said it was 30 years after he had left Nauvoo). He first went to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. He seemed to have had some trouble with the Re-Organized Church there. His companion was William C. MacGreggor. After several months, Brother MacGreggor returned home. William requested to be sent to Illinois. He went to Quincy, hoping to see his brother Thomas, but Thomas had died a few months before he came. William visited members of the church he had known in Nauvoo and he did some effective missionary work with the inactive members of Keokuk, Iowa for the next few months.
He visited Nauvoo in the middle of the winter, walking from Keokuk to Montrose and crossing the Mississippi River on the ice, which was 16 inches thick. In Nauvoo he went to the Nauvoo House. Mr. Bidemon, Emma Smith’s husband, came out of the Mansion House as William stood looking at it. He told Bidemon he had helped to build the house 30 years before, and Mr. Bidemon invited him in. He says, “Emma was pleased to see me and I had a very interesting conversation with her for three or four hours. She asked me many questions, on in particular, “How would they receive Joseph’s family if they should go to Utah?” I answered that nothing would please the Saints better than to see the family of the Prophet return to the body of the Church….She had unpleasant feelings against Brigham Young…I was invited, very kindly, to stop and have dinner, which I accepted and had a very pleasant time.
William went to the cemetery and found the grave of the baby boy he had buried there so many years ago. Then after walking around the town, he returned to Keokuk and shortly afterwards was released from his mission.
A few years after his second marriage, William divided his property and Mary Ann and her sons managed her half. The boys were industrious and they all prospered. In 1882 he was called to settle in San Juan County, so he took Barbara Bolanz and pioneered Bluff. He lived in San Juan the rest of his life and the children of his second marriage grew up there.
William’s journal ends with a brief description of their life in San Juan. The biographies of his sons go into more detail and they describe the country, the work they did and the problems they overcame. I think William intended to add more to his story, but we have no evidence that he ever did. He always took a great interest in all of his children. He went to Salt Lake at least once a year and would always visit Parowan and bring his children presents and many of the things they could not get in Parowan. He died September 30, 1901 and was buried in Bluff.

A Love and a Passion to Share

At the urging of my cousin Brett and sister Briana, I have started a blog to share information and stories from our family history. I have a large library of information and would like to share it with you and let you gain an appreciation of the rich history we have. Family history is one of my passions and hopefully you will find the posts both informative and interesting.

If you have documents, photos or stories to share please email me at sharlene.nickell@gmail.com and I'll post it.

Love you all!