New England, Temple, friends, history

Carole Keane joined the church December 24, 2012

Her progress toward the temple has been like her progress to baptism.

Slow and steady....

She and her husband moved to Massachusetts this last summer..

She continued in her study and preparation for the next step of covenants.

She made the decision to receive her Endowments September 17, 2013.

Tuesday September 17, 2013

 

Boston Temple

I think the sister far left is Kate, then Zack Huchins ? Stan and Diana Janet Miller Aaron Huchins Carole and Ken and Priscilla Huchins 

The Huchins family are Carole's x-inlaws.  

She became close with them after her x passed away.

They introduced her to the gospel and encouraged her to listen to the missionaries.

Stan and I with Craole and Janet Miller.

Janet was then bishop Miller's wife who took the call from Carole who wanted a Senior Couple.

She was happy to say...

We just got a Senior couple this week.

Bishop Miller passed away earlier this year.

Ken and Priscilla

Our trip...
Saturday September 14 2013

Detroit Michigan Airport....

The very long tunnel had soft music and it changed colors.

Pretty cool...I did wish I had my Grandchildren with me for this.

Had to take some pictures of Detroit from the ground and air...

Just to prove we were here.

We flew into Providence RI, the water state...

Amazing state.

This is a small very personable airport.

A lot of people even coming to Boston will use this air port.

Providence RI....

So much history here and in all the surrounding states.

Sunday we went with Carole to her ward.

Just a small ward but dedicated and lovely people.

So many of them are such great supports to Carole.

They are helping her with every aspect of getting ready for the temple.

Monday, September 16, 2013 we spent with Carole...

she had a list of questions...

She makes me smile...

Wednesday September 18, 2013

Pictures from Sharon Vermont will go here as soon as I learn how to retrieve them...

they are nice, the experience was wonderful.

Plymouth Plantation and other historical sights

 Thursday...September 19, 2013

This was an indian village where they had to be of Indian decent.

Here they carried on each day living as their ancestors did.

It was very realistic.

 To hollow canoes they keep a small fire burning and moving it around

Their winder dwelling.

Benches lined the outside rim with animal furs as cushions.

The vent in the ceiling kept their dwelling smoke free.

Green wood smokes...Dry wood doesn't smoke...

That is what they use.

He is answering the barrage of questions from Carole.

She is a hoot...

But the rest of us got a wonderful education because of her questions.

They grew their own corn....

Anyone Home?

Splitting reeds for their roof repair...

They had a lot of work to do.

Summer dwelling...

The Pilgrim village was just as realistic...

those who worked here didn't have to prove blood line...

But they had to know the trades and be able to work hard.

This is the arts and crafts building.

It has craftsmen doing the work our ancestors did.

Pottery...

They commissioned their work.

They had to display a certain amount ...

They created for those who order from them.

A wood Joiner practiced his craft...

Don't know why I didn't have his picture...

His work was all by hand and amazing.

I wouldn't mind having a few of his pieces.

wind rowing the hay with a pitch fork..

A crude pitch for at that.

this fence is being replace...

They are splitting and shaping all the materials by hand.

fire wood piled in circles and stacked so the moisture drains off.

Wood pile about three times Stan's height.

Live Stock...

A view of the harbor

Plymouth Harbor

Plymouth Rock...

This is a joke.

I thought Plymouth Rock was a huge jutting rock.

this rock has been moved around so much it has been patched with cement.

They 'think' they have the original location now.

It is about the size a a large car hood.

I guess it used to be bigger...They put the cage around it so people couldn't take souvenirs. 

From Plymouth Rock we could see the replica of the Mayflower built in the 1950's

A couple of doctors from Germany..
Stan is doing his thing.

New Port RI Friday September 20, 2013

It is a very small state taken up by %14 water...
NewPort is the largest bottom Island.
It is were Roger Williams and others wanting more freedom of religion went when they were 'kicked' out of the Puritan colony.
I still have left my heart in Tuscany IT...
BUT...
Newport is a close second.

There are so many buildings with plaques telling it's historical story.

There was a ferry that you could take a tour...

It was really packed and a very long line.

SOO..

We decided to just walk around.

We went out on a dock and met Bill.

He is a hop on hop off water taxi.

He makes seven stops and you can get off and get back on all day for $10

Stan and I were the only ones on the boat for the most part.

We stayed on and he gave us a tour of the harbor.

He is a native and very knowledgeable.

He knew the history of each stop...

All the boats in the harbor...

One of which is where he lived.

He also knew the best place for food.

The Landing.

A fort used during the Revolutionary and Civil war

Our walk back to our car...
Beautiful...

The state capital of RI

Saying good by.

Our trip consisted mainly of Massachusetts. 

BUT...

We flew into and stayed in Rhode Island.

Pawtucket was only about a five minute drive to Carole's place in Attleboro Ma.

We made some lasting memories.

Stan has even threatened to purchase a farm in Vermont...

For his boys..

So we could have a good reason to go back and visit.

I wouldn't mind. 

There is no place like home...

We had some very delectable food this week.

Prepared by Carole, the temple and eateries we have never eaten at.

YUM.

BUT...

Sunday we had garden potatoes cukes tomatoes and corn.

Now that is celestial food.

The early morning snow reminded us that winter is not to far away.

"We believe in absolute truth, including the existence of God and the right and wrong established by His commandments. ...

We also know that evil exists and that some things are simply, seriously, and everlastingly wrong.""

—Dallin H. Oaks,