I wanted to post this summer experience seperate from the rest of our summer. This adventure was the highlight of my summer. It wasn't fun (well, it was - but in a different way than what we traditionally define fun as being), it wasn't a vacation, it wasn't even restful. It was quite the opposite of any of those. But what it definently was, was humbling, faith building, and memorable. For a few short days, I became my Great, Great, Great Grandmother - Eliza Hurren, and Ira was my husband (naturally), James Hurren. Brayden was my brother, Robert Reeder. We learned about these ancestors, and their experiences with the Willie or Martin Handcart companies who came across the planes to Utah, with very few personal belongings, and a lot of faith. Eliza was pregnant when the trek started, and she gave birth the first day to little Selena. She continued on in the journey the next day. (Really, you moms - can you even imagine giving birth in a tent or wagon, and then walking for miles every day afterwards?). Two weeks later, little Selena breathed no more. She was buried in a shallow grave along the way. That baby, along with her father, and little sister died along the way. They suffered from freezing temperatures and near starvation. But they never faltered in their faith, and never regretted their journey across the plains.
When they were later asked about their handcart ordeal, James and Eliza were quick to reply: "With all our trials, our weary traveling, burying our dear ones, piling our clothing and bedding by the wayside and setting fire to them, we have never once felt to murmur or complain or regret the steps we have taken."
In my life, I have loved my grandmothers dearly. I have mourned as they have passed through this life into the next. I haven't thought too much about my (great, great...) grandparents that I haven't had the opportunity to meet. Now I think of Eliza often. During this experience, I felt like I got to know Eliza. I walked where she walked, I believe I felt some of the emotions she must have felt. I have grown to love her and admire her for her courage and her faith. I am honored to call her my Grandmother.
We went with a bus load of youth to Wyoming to Martins Cove, where the handcart companies met an early snow storm in the year 1856. As a result, they were stranded in what is now called Martins Cove, where many died from freezing and starvation, until the rescue groups could get to them.
Our journey was a lot different than theirs - it was hot and dusty instead of freezing and ice.
Brayden helping his "trek family" pull the cart. Notice their baby. We were given different "trials" along the way - trials that the pioneers really faced, and this family had their baby. Some of the babies didn't make it to the SLC valley, and were buried in shallow graves along the way. Mine and Ira's trek family ate our shoes, because we were so hungry (so we went shoeless for awhile.) It was all fun and games in the soft sand - but in the icy snow, it would have been a much different story.

We crossed the Sweet Water River. It was a small river, and really refreshing for our hot bodies. Again, it would have been a much different story with ice chunks floating through the icy waters, beating against the already half-frozen people.
This is "Martins Cove", where so many of the Martin company waited in the snow for help to arrive. Many of them died here.

My cute husband posing for me (oh the things he must endure for me to get my pictures!)

Brayden taking a break in one of the now empty handcarts. We were allowed to bring 17 lbs per person on the trek. Try fitting 4 days worth of "necessities" in a 5 gallon bucket under 17 lbs. The pioneers did it for a lot more than 4 days. And we think life is rough...

We did have lots of fun on our journey. I know the early pioneers also had fun, with songs and dancing. This is with Me and a couple of my friends, Mary and Julie - showing off our bloomers before we jump into the Sweet Water River.

This is mine and Ira's "trek family". We shared many good times together, walking the trails - pulling our handcarts. Another one of our trials was that some in our family became blind from the snow. So all of the kids in our family became blind for awhile, which made things interesting when they were pulling a handcart.
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Eliza and James' turn pulling the cart.

Emilie wasn't old enough yet to get the opportunity to participate in this activity. But we had a ward pioneer party where she had the opportunity to wear my pioneer clothes.

We crossed the Sweet Water River. It was a small river, and really refreshing for our hot bodies. Again, it would have been a much different story with ice chunks floating through the icy waters, beating against the already half-frozen people.
My cute husband posing for me (oh the things he must endure for me to get my pictures!)
Brayden taking a break in one of the now empty handcarts. We were allowed to bring 17 lbs per person on the trek. Try fitting 4 days worth of "necessities" in a 5 gallon bucket under 17 lbs. The pioneers did it for a lot more than 4 days. And we think life is rough...
We did have lots of fun on our journey. I know the early pioneers also had fun, with songs and dancing. This is with Me and a couple of my friends, Mary and Julie - showing off our bloomers before we jump into the Sweet Water River.
This is mine and Ira's "trek family". We shared many good times together, walking the trails - pulling our handcarts. Another one of our trials was that some in our family became blind from the snow. So all of the kids in our family became blind for awhile, which made things interesting when they were pulling a handcart.
Eliza and James' turn pulling the cart.
Emilie wasn't old enough yet to get the opportunity to participate in this activity. But we had a ward pioneer party where she had the opportunity to wear my pioneer clothes.
Tis not so; all is right.
Why should we think to earn a great reward
If we now shun the fight?
Gird up your loins; fresh courage take.
Our God will never us forsake;
And soon we'll have this tale to tell -
All is well! All is well!"
"And should we die before our journey's through,
Happy day! All is well!
We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;
With the just we shall dwell!
But if our lives are spared again
To see the Saints their rest obtain,
Oh, how we'll make this chorus swell -
All is well! All is well!"
Song written by William Clayton, which the pioneers sang along their journey.