down memory lane????

To start off with, today's memory capacity is not good at all. I tried getting onto my blog and Google kept telling me I didn't exist. Well maybe Google is right. I put in my name several different times and finally had to resort to starting over,so who knows how this will turn out. If I can't remember how I put things in here how can I expect the computer to remember. Anyway what I was going to write about is the fact that our ward has to vacate our building for about the next year??? because of remodeling. We have two wards sharing the building right now and it is expected that eventually there will be three, so the building has to be made larger. Moving out makes me think of my very first ward. Even though we lived at the mouth of South Willow Canyon ( six miles south of Grantsville) we belonged to the First Ward. This ward was the original ward started by the Pioneers in Grantsville. I always loved that ward. We had Sunday School on Sunday morning and Sacrament Meeting in the evening. Mutual (Young Women) was on Tuesday night and Primary was Wednesday after school. We all knew each other and ages ranged from tiny babies to those in their nineties. I still remember singing "Little Purple Pansies, and "I Am a Child of God" in Primary and "Dear to the Heart of the Shepherd" in Sacrament Meeting. Those are still some of my very favorite songs. I felt uncomfortable when we moved into Salt Lake because of Dad's work, because I didn't know anyone and going to a new ward was difficult for all of us. Dad always said that when he passed away, he wanted to have his funeral in the First Ward Church(which we did). Mother felt the same way, and even though we were living here, we still had her funeral at the First Ward. It was home to both of them and that is where they wanted to be. I felt that same way and didn't go to church for several years. DeLaMares (across the street) kept after me to go to church and finally Marge got me involved in the Primary as chorister and things went on from there. Today I feel the same way about the 11th ward that I did about the First Ward. It is home. I guess it boils down to the fact that when you are around people you know, you are comfortable and you can call that place home. Our building won't be the same, but the people will be. Hopefully this will be added to my blog as I might forget before another time rolls around.