My Great-Grandfather died doing temple and family history work. John B. Cannon was the oldest son of 11 kids whose father died at age 51 when he was only 19 years old. During his life, John always felt a strong need to care for and be with family. In the spring of 1983, the Cannon… Read More Visiting Relatives, Living and Passed Away
As a Mexican in a multicultural marriage living in the U.S., it is important for me to share the tradition of Day of the Dead with my children. I grew up learning about my ancestors at home by seeing and helping my mom build an altar for all the family members that had passed before… Read More Day of the Dead
I became interested in genealogy during late 2014 and have used both Family Search and Ancestry to facilitate my research. I am first generation American on my father’s side; and was especially interested in learning about my Swedish heritage. My grandparents were from Uppsala, Sweden and converted to the gospel while they were still in… Read More My Family History Journey
My great-grandmother, Julia Anderson was born on July 10, 1876, in Denmark, one of eleven children. Early on, her parents left the Lutheran Church and joined the Baptist Church. Her father, Lars Peder Andersen, was a traveling Baptist Minister in Denmark. When Julia was 9 years old, her family immigrated to America, ending up in… Read More A Legacy of Faith
Before you turn the pages of time to a new year, have you recorded your family’s history from this very memorable year? Aren’t we grateful for the journals that have been kept for us in the past? We have been eternally blessed by the people of the Book of Mormon who recorded the experiences of… Read More Before You Turn the Page …
Often good things come to us through our struggles. One of the blessings I have received while navigating my way through pandemic restrictions and limitations has been the gift of time. My mother passed away 29 years ago. When my sister, who had been living in the family home, moved away, I “inherited” boxes and… Read More Memories From My Basement