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Family Heirloom
For every picture you take a moment in time is remembered
A family’s heritage is its personal journey through history
Memories will fade making the written word priceless
In every family someone must take time to preserve its past
Looking at the past can strengthen who you are today
Yesterday is gone, but the memories are cherished through photos and journals.
Hours of enjoyment are held within the pages of the family scrapbook,
Everyone has pictures . . . everyone has a story to tell . . .
It’s not the jewels or china we would risk our lives for in a fire
Rich is the family who knows who they are . . . and where they came from
Learning to properly preserve photographs is not difficult
Old photographs lack the joy they could have when not preserved and labeled
Ordinary moments become special when captured on film
May we not put off any longer the task of preserving our heritage.
by Jeannine Richardson
For every picture you take a moment in time is remembered
A family’s heritage is its personal journey through history
Memories will fade making the written word priceless
In every family someone must take time to preserve its past
Looking at the past can strengthen who you are today
Yesterday is gone, but the memories are cherished through photos and journals.
Hours of enjoyment are held within the pages of the family scrapbook,
Everyone has pictures . . . everyone has a story to tell . . .
It’s not the jewels or china we would risk our lives for in a fire
Rich is the family who knows who they are . . . and where they came from
Learning to properly preserve photographs is not difficult
Old photographs lack the joy they could have when not preserved and labeled
Ordinary moments become special when captured on film
May we not put off any longer the task of preserving our heritage.
by Jeannine Richardson
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Dad Held the Rope
A party of English botanists spent their vacation in the Swiss Alps collecting specimens of rare flowers. They started out one morning from a small village and after a several hours’ climb came to a precipice overlooking a green valley dotted with a peculiar flower, which, examined through field glasses, proved to be of unusual value. From the cliff on which the party was standing, to the valley was a sheer drop of several hundred feet. To descend would be impossible, and to reach the valley from another approach would mean a waste of several hours.
During the latter part of their climb, a small boy had attached himself to the party and had watched with interest the maneuvers of the botanists. After discussing the situation for several minutes, one of the party turned to the boy and said, “Young fellow, if you will let us tie a rope around your waist and lower you over this cliff so that you can dig up one of those plants for us, and let us pull you back up, without harming the plant, we will give you five pounds.”
The boy looked dazed for an instant, then ran off, apparently frightened at the prospect of being lowered over the cliff by a rope. But within a short time he returned, bringing with him an old man, bent and gray, with hands gnarled and calloused by hard labor. Upon reaching the party of botanists, the boy turned to the man who had made the offer and said:
“Sir, this is my dad. I’ll go down in the valley if you’ll let my dad hold the rope.”
by David O. McKay
David Oman McKay was born on 8 September 1873 in Huntsville, Utah Territory (now Utah state), United States of America. He was an educator and a Christian religious leader. He served as the ninth president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, from 1951 until his passing. David Oman McKay passed on at 96 years of age on 18 January 1970 in Salt Lake City, Utah, United States of America.
A party of English botanists spent their vacation in the Swiss Alps collecting specimens of rare flowers. They started out one morning from a small village and after a several hours’ climb came to a precipice overlooking a green valley dotted with a peculiar flower, which, examined through field glasses, proved to be of unusual value. From the cliff on which the party was standing, to the valley was a sheer drop of several hundred feet. To descend would be impossible, and to reach the valley from another approach would mean a waste of several hours.
During the latter part of their climb, a small boy had attached himself to the party and had watched with interest the maneuvers of the botanists. After discussing the situation for several minutes, one of the party turned to the boy and said, “Young fellow, if you will let us tie a rope around your waist and lower you over this cliff so that you can dig up one of those plants for us, and let us pull you back up, without harming the plant, we will give you five pounds.”
The boy looked dazed for an instant, then ran off, apparently frightened at the prospect of being lowered over the cliff by a rope. But within a short time he returned, bringing with him an old man, bent and gray, with hands gnarled and calloused by hard labor. Upon reaching the party of botanists, the boy turned to the man who had made the offer and said:
“Sir, this is my dad. I’ll go down in the valley if you’ll let my dad hold the rope.”
by David O. McKay
David Oman McKay was born on 8 September 1873 in Huntsville, Utah Territory (now Utah state), United States of America. He was an educator and a Christian religious leader. He served as the ninth president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, from 1951 until his passing. David Oman McKay passed on at 96 years of age on 18 January 1970 in Salt Lake City, Utah, United States of America.
