Monday we got to the airport and found our flight had been
cancelled. Houston was flooding and most of the flights in and out had been
cancelled. The airline was able to book us on a flight out through Dallas on
Tuesday. Nathan came home shortly after we got there so we were able to spend
time with him and had a good visit. It rained most of the day but it actually
quit and got sunny in the late afternoon. We were hopeful to be able to get out
on Tuesday.
Tuesday everything looked good. When we got to the airport
the clerk told us the flight was overbooked and we did not have assigned seats.
He said they would ask for volunteers to give up their seats and we would most
likely get out. That is a sinking feeling. As it turned out, our friend from
home was on the flight out heading home to Vegas. We had another good visit and
heard a little about their mission in Kenya.
At the last minute the agent called our names and we got on the flight. There was actually one seat left. We sat on the very last row, but we were together and I was just grateful to be on the plane. We got to Dallas and were able to get to our next plane with a few minutes to spare. (We changed airlines so we went from one end of the airport to the other, a fair distance in Dallas.) We were able to sit together on that flight as well, on the next to last row. Again, I was just grateful to be on the plane.
I was so glad when we finally arrived in Salt Lake and were able to feel like we were home again. I found I was teaching in the morning. Fortunately, I was semi-prepared and did a quick review before going to bed.
At the last minute the agent called our names and we got on the flight. There was actually one seat left. We sat on the very last row, but we were together and I was just grateful to be on the plane. We got to Dallas and were able to get to our next plane with a few minutes to spare. (We changed airlines so we went from one end of the airport to the other, a fair distance in Dallas.) We were able to sit together on that flight as well, on the next to last row. Again, I was just grateful to be on the plane.
I was so glad when we finally arrived in Salt Lake and were able to feel like we were home again. I found I was teaching in the morning. Fortunately, I was semi-prepared and did a quick review before going to bed.
Wednesday we met our full-time missionary class and they are
a very quick bunch. They notice things that most of us never do. It was a
challenge to stay ahead of them. I spent some time at the library with another
missionary who showed me her technique for doing descendancy research that is
very effective at finding both temple and research opportunities. Later I went
for a walk with my friend and had a good visit. I did a quick review of the
class I would teach on Thursday then went to bed.
Thursday I taught the Partners class and did the second half
of a research exercise we are trying. We have the class research a family using
just FamilySearch one day and on the second day they continue with the same
family using just Ancestry.com and MyHeritage.com. It went really well and they
were totally engaged both times. In the evening we drove to the Draper Temple
for a session. It is really a nice temple, very simple but clean lines and
beautiful. After the session one of the workers pointed out a few of the
special features. It was really sweet of her.
Friday I collected the Word documents for all of our class
handouts for our leader. He is trying to help us get more organized. We had our
inservice meeting in the afternoon. Our departing leader had made each family a
“Families are Forever” wood carving—very nice. Our discussion in the meeting
centered around the “Find, Take, Teach” program. This is based on a talk by Elder
Cook as the goals for helping people become involved in family history. We will
be changing some of our classes so we can teach this to departing missionaries.
I was asked to develop a class based on descendancy view and using the hints.
I’m not sure what will happen, but I am looking forward to the process.
After we finished I did some more on the Swedish lines. It
was a little frustrating at some points, but I found many new records. Some of
the lines just seem to disappear into nothingness. I need to scan through the
records one at a time to find them again, but that is not a good prospect. I
found the critical dates so I decided to move on. When I got home, we went for
a walk on the West High track. It is about a block from our apartment and is
very nice for walking. It was really pleasant outside so it was a nice way to
prepare for sleep.
Saturday I had several things that needed catching up on at
the apartment so I worked there most of the day. I really felt driven to do more
Swedish research, so about 3:30 I finished everything else and hurried over. I
was able to get a little bit done—not much, but enough to make it worth the
trip. I think I am nearly finished documenting one of the families and I’m
ready to move to the next generation. The records are quite good for at least
the 1800s, so I should be able to find what I need for the family.