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Jacob and Maria Bischoff
July 29,2018
Dear Great,
Great, Great Grandchildren,
This week you will commemorate our families
journey to Zion as you dress up as pioneers and reenact the sacrifices and
trials of our westward trail. Please remember that although your experience
will be hard, it will be impossible for you to fail. Food will be plentiful and
you will have resources for medicine or other things should you need them. Our
journey on the other hand was not so guaranteed. We didn’t have the Twitchell’s providing our
food. We were hopeful that the price we would pay would not require our lives.
Alas the price was our four small children. Our first babies were twins and
they were only 4 years old when we left Denmark to follow the saints to Zion
where we hoped we would find the religious freedom our hearts longed for after
we were converted through testimony born by the Holy Spirit to our souls that
we could not deny no matter the cost. We knew that God knew and he would hold
us accountable to him for our fulfilling of his commandments.
Please
remember as you are cold, my sweet barefooted babies. Please remember as you
are hungry, our limited rations to get to the valley. Please remember as you
sing and dance that that was one of the ways we too found joy on our journey. Please
remember as you find opportunities to serve and love those around you that
Saints in all generations are called to “bear one another’s burdens, that they
may be light;” Mosiah 18: 8
Please
remember that although this will be an “act” for you. It was all too real for
us. Leaving our home country and traveling across America was for you!! We did
it for you. Our children died to give you the freedom and friends in the faith
that only Zion could provide for you. Opportunities such as young women’s, EFY,
temple attendance, and young men’s were made possible by our sacrifice in 1867
to leave all that we knew including our language and home to bring our family
to Zion. Your blessings now are the inheritance more priceless than any wealth
we could give you, please never forget it came with a high price for us.
Please like
us, hold fast to your faith even when the shadow of death takes your loved ones
from you. Endure with peace in Christ your trials, knowing he will never leave
you comfortless, and know that Angels attend you. We watch you from the other
side and as Angels helped us push handcarts when we could go no farther on our
own, we and many others will be there to help you push whatever burdens you are
called upon to carry in this life. We loved you then more than ourselves and we
love you no less now.
Your Pioneer
Grandparents,
Jacob and
Maria Bischoff
“Lord help me to be true to myself and faithful unto Thee. I ask not for fame nor wealth. I ask wisdom and goodness. I ask Thee to inspire me with truth, enlighten me with love. Guard me from my greatest dangers, and make me useful to thee. Help me to overcome evil and live the example I would teach. May I be true, faithful, holy of heart and life. Make me equal to my duty, never above it. May my hope by an absolute trust in Thee.”
Friday, July 27, 2018
With Love and Hugs from Mama Wendy
A Lasting Hug from your Mama Wendy
My love for quilting started as a young woman. I had an amazing beehive leader who made it one of her goals to teach 12-13 year olds homemaking skills. She helped me make my first and several other quilts including one for Angie’s wedding in 1993, long after I was not her beehive anymore
My second experience was for my wedding. Grandma Rebecca made us several quilts. My favorite was a light blue that she had hand quilted. Something about cuddling up with her blanket as I was a newly married bride just learning to be a wife comforted and blessed me with strength and renewed dedication to be strong like Grandma Rebecca. It made me think of my blessings of having a husband and her valiant example of motherhood alone after the death of her husband. The gift of a quilt is so symbolic of warmth, comfort and wrapping your self in a quilt handmade by someone who loves you feels like a big hug just when you need it
Grandma Rebecca’s quilts comforted and surrounded each of my babies. One in particular was given to Joseph for his baby blessing and lived to celebrate the name and blessing of all eight of my children. It lives today to bless Grandma Rebecca’s great grand babies
So beyond the idea of comfort, protection, and warmth. I think having a homemade quilt has historically been a way for mothers to bless their children and families. Quilting has symbols and meaning behind the patterns as well as artistic and creative outlet for the women of the past.
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