While in Omaha we visited Winter Quarters, located in the city of Florence, about 20 minutes away. I don't know if anyone wants to know, but I thought I would give a brief synopsis of the importance of this sacred place. In 1846 the Mormon pioneers were residents of the city of Nauvoo, Illinois, where persecution escalated until in February they were forced out of the city. Many were collecting supplies and preparing for a springtime exodus to the Great Salt Lake Valley but were forced to leave without enough supplies for the expected four-to-five month journey. The first big group, led by Brigham Young, left in February, when the weather was so extremely cold that the Mississippi River actually froze three feet thick; the horrible temperatures were actually a blessing because wagons could then drive over the ice so no one had to wait for a turn on the ferry. The pioneers began the miserable trek through Iowa. Spring quickly came and the prairie began thawing, causing the three- or four-week walk to take months. Brigham Young could see that the pioneers would never make it to the Salt Lake Valley before winter came and eventually the city of Winter Quarters was formed on the eastern edge of Nebraska. The winter of 1846-1847 was a terrible tragedy, with as many as one in three people dying from various diseases, but mostly cholera and scurvy, a vitamin-C deficiency from lack of fresh fruits and vegetables. What a sad place, but the special feeling you can feel there is amazing. These pioneers were so strong, following the prophet's counsel, trying their hardest to be free to live and worship freely. I am amazed especially by the pioneer women. Could I do that? I don't know. As I was reading the names of the pioneers buried in that beautiful cemetery, I saw many young women, specifically two 27-year-old women who were buried with their children, one a five-month-old and one a seven-month-old. It made me so sad to see those ages, thinking specifically about my sweet little Ryan. How truly blessed our family is, and I hope we always can remember it.
On a lighter note, Ryan loves to dress like a pioneer
I cannot stop laughing every time I see this picture and the poor little boy dressed in so many layers because of the cold weather and then the gigantic hat and vest on top of that!
Jason happily and easily pulling the 400 pounds in the handcart
This was moments before the sister missionary in the background placed a rock in front of the wheel -- not so much smiling then!
Sitting on a replica of a sleeping bunk from the ships on which European Mormons sailed to America
Chelsey was very excited to hear that three or four people shared these bunks every night, saying, "I'll put my head here, and your head here, and our feet here, and you can lay in the middle!" Oh, the enthusiasm of the young...