Last Thursday, we headed out to Stansbury Park to do an oral history with mission leaders who served in the Texas Lubbock Mission. It was a sweet experience as they talked about this place that I love as well. As we were driving out of their neighborhood after the interview, Gary pointed out the train winding across the mountainside in front of us.
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| My dad loved trains so I love trains and I am lucky because I married someone who loves them too! |
We had spoken about my dad as we talked with the Roses, because they knew the Hendricks who are dear friends to my parents. It made seeing a train even more special at that time!
I love my dad and I think about him each time I write in the blog because for so many years, he was who I wrote my blog for--each week to keep him updated on my life. It has only been in the last four or five years that I realized the value of the history that I can share with generations to come. I hope that I have a lot of descendants that love trains like we do!
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