Family History, Rainy Style

My Grandma Pace (my mother's mother) is visiting from Las Vegas. She's staying with us (hooray!) and, since she couldn't sleep in the spare 'oom (she doesn't do stairs), or in Mema's bed (Mema uses a stepstool to get in and out of her bed, it's so high), she is sleeping in the upstairs bedroom on our side.

(This is the reason I have been MIA lately.  We haven't been using that room as a bedroom, for all it has a bed.  We've been using it as an "office", which is just a polite way of saying it has been the "I-don't-know-where-to-put-this-right-now, so-I'll dump-it-here" room.  It was a disaster.  So I spent two--yes, two full days--cleaning it and organizing it, which lead me to trying to organize the storage room, which led to the rest of the house being neglected.  With five kids, you can guess what the rest of the house ended up looking like.  Sigh.  There has been a LOT of cleaning around here the last three days.  I'm tired.)

It is so fun to have Grandma here, though it confuses my younger kids a lot.  Yummy isn't sure how I can have a Grandma, too, but she's okay with this nice white-haired lady all the same.  Hebs is confused about what to call Grandma, but has settled into calling her "Grandma-Great" pretty well.

Today, Mom and Grandma (and Grandma's sister Aunt Verona) went to make the rounds of the cemeteries and old homesteads of their families.  I followed with my two youngest, in our van, because I wanted to go with them, but needed to be home before school got out.

Grandma and Aunt Verona grew up in the Kamas/Peoa/Rockport area of Utah, east of Park City and Heber.  We got to see the Peoa house, where Grandma was born, the Peoa cemetery, where Grandma's mother and father, and grandmother and grandfather, are buried.  And we parked on the side of the Rockport Reservoir, hiked up a (steep, muddy) hill, and climbed a barbed wire fence to take pictures and GPS locations of the old pioneer graves high on the hill.  My ancestors, the Seymours, are buried in the furthest cluster of graves to the south.  (And no, Grandma and Aunt Verona didn't climb up to the Rockport graves.  Just Mema, the kids, and I.)

The kids had a pretty good time, especially with the bribe of mini donuts at the beginning and McDonald's in Heber at the end.  And I had a good time.  I love family history!

 Up on the northern hill above Rockport, showing the very empty lake in the background. (Whenever I say, "Smile!", Yummy poses.  She's a hoot.)

In front of the one of the Seymour headstones. 

It is starting to rain now, so the kids were ready to get back down to the car. 

 Hebs was pleased with Heber City.  Wonder why?