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Our Hearts Were Turned To Our Fathers
by Sean Watson in

Today, Sean and I went to our local cemetery in Provo, Utah. Being a lovely fall day we spent some time walking around and checking out tombstones. We were surprised to find many tombstones with little golden plaques, symbolizing that the people represented were Mormon pioneers. Sean and I both have pioneer heritage and found this to be very interesting!

Many of the tombstones also had markers placed on them by their families telling about the great works they did for the church. In the picture below, it tells that the man buried here was one of 33 men sent by Brigham Young who first settled the Salt Lake Valley, and later settled a fort in Utah County.
I was drawn to this stone for obvious reasons (my maiden name is Jones!) and it turned out to be the best part of the trip!


Captain Dan Jones was one of the first members of the restored gospel and was the greatest missionary in our dispensation of times. Sean was really excited when we found this! See his post about it here: http://seanrwatson.blogspot.com/2011/10/greatest-missionary-of-our-time-dan.html
I have both Nelson and Leavitt from my mothers side... could I be related to these people??

More pioneers! Sean and I love this tombstone front and back and want one like it very many years from now. 

2 comments:

Christa Jeanne said...

Isn't it amazing how cemeteries will do that to you!!! While on a campus tour of Utah State University recently, I told my friend giving me the tour that graveyards kind of creep me out when we hit that part of campus (dating back to a time driving past the Provo one in college with my windows down and feeling a chill pass through - sooooo weird).

Well, I ate my words the next day when, en route to Logan again, I stopped in Mantua to visit the graves of my ancestors buried there. My great-great-great-grandfather's headstone has one of those little pioneer plaques, and my heart was so filled with gratitude for his courage and faith, leaving Denmark behind forever to gather with the Saints. I scanned the nearby tombstones for some of his children (not my direct line - my great-great-grandfather and almost all the rest of my kin of that line are buried over in Brigham City) and wept over the many buried children of one distant uncle and aunt - five who died the day they were born, one who lived only a day, and one who died at 10. Oh, how my heart went out to this couple! It really brought home the challenges they faced, and as I wandered, I wondered what other stories these dearly departeds could tell. It makes me want to comb through the Logan cemetery after all!

Lindsay Lee Jones said...

Oh go to the Logan Cemetery! When I was at Utah State and was an R.A. at snow hall I walked through the cemetery every day to get to class. It is my favorite cemetery I have yet seen!
Thanks for your comment! We love it! you are so great!

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