Tuesday, April 2, 2019

February 2019 Missionaries, Friends, Oak Grove Cemetery

Our YSA consists of the students who go to University of Florida, Santa Fe College and any YSA in Gainesville between 18 and 30.  This is the Santa Fe campus - really beautiful - lots and lots of trees and green grass and shrubs and hedges ..  Mike took the missionaries for an appointment.  They are on bikes and Santa Fe is 20-30 minutes by car, so he takes them.  We enjoy being at that campus.  They have one of the largest American flags in the area and it is wonderful to see.
One of our sister missionaries had stomach pain off an on, quite severe at times.  Urgent Care diagnosed it without x-ray or MRI as kidney stones.  Finally, at her companions insistence we took her into the ER.  It was not kidney stones but appendicitis.   
 There is a restaurant here called the Flying Biscuit.  We had never heard of it until we were at the Interfaith Progressive Dinner (University Avenue has a number of churches in a row - meaning on the street but a bit of a distance apart, you easily work off one part of the dinner before you get to the other.)  They had people introduce themselves at one point, name, what church they were members of and where they liked to eat.  Mike's answer - you won't be surprised .. at home, he said.  Quite a few mentioned The Flying Biscuit, and about a week later, we met one of our YSA there with her husband as they were on their way from Tallahassee to the temple.   I served with her in the branch when she was the Relief  Society President last summer.  And the biscuits are great!!!
We are with one of our missionary's fathers - he could see us and not his son .. We have been called out by some of you for posting pictures of everyone but us .. so you'll get overload in this one.
Cheese sandwiches, chips and root beer floats for the dinner before Institute -- we don't have really wonderful grills and this is what happens when you turn your back for a couple of seconds ..
It is never fun to try to find a doctor when you are away from home, and one of our many tender mercies has been Dr. Kamal Singh from India -- he has taken good care of the few health care needs we have had.  Not only is he good, but we never have to wait very long if at all.
A little over an hour from Gainesville is the Oak Grove Cemetery, right by Lake Butler.  It is next to the church that was built in 1907.  The area next to it is the cemetery and is mostly members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Lots of cool stories.  A person cannot be buried there without permission of the cemetery board and they have to meet very strict criteria because there is no charge to be buried there.  
This is the Lake Butler water tower -- we have posted several water tower pictures before, along with a lot of Florida cloud/sky pictures.  All cities have a water tower with the name on it.
The saints built this little church house in 1907 and used it until 1997 when
 they built a chapel in Lake Butler.   
It has been added on to over the years, but the interior remains the same.
The room at the back has been converted into an apartment and someone lives there and takes care of the building and the cemetery.

The inside is still in great condition ..the pews are amazingly comfortable. 
 
 Sacrament table, the original, with stool for those blessing the sacrament to kneel on.
 What used to be the Bishop's office is now a bathroom - we liked the supports on the sink.
They also  had this old hymnbook which I well remember.
Mary Lou Griggs Schroeder and her husband Don are serving as MLS missionaries. They came out at the same time we did and we have shared a lot of sight-seeing.
You are all familiar with Gently Raise the Sacred Strain - Mary Lou's great grandfather Thomas C. Griggs wrote the music to this song.  Another hymn he wrote the music to is God is Love. 
 
                              We have a FHE group, consisting of the Ed and Marsha Haddock, Ken and Lene Lewis, the Schroeders and us.  This is Don, Mike and Ken.
                                               Ken and Lene Lewis and Marsha Haddock

 Mike found this headstone - my dad's mother was a Kartchner, but you always wonder if somewhere along the way the spelling was changed.
 This tree has been there from the beginning of the cemetery .. sorry we didn't get the top
We are always amazed at the beautiful world our Father has given us, down to the smallest detail.
Willford Jordan was instrumental in baptizing over 700 members of the church in this area.  His story is fascinating .. just a bit of it below and the link for the whole story is at the end.  We love ya'all and will see you soon.  Note the spelling  of the river is not, but Suwannee.
.Wilford Watts Jordan was a Florida country boy at heart, known for his campfire cooking. But missionary work was his specialty on the menu of life.

He was a country boy, born in an isolated logging camp overlooking the Suwannee River in western Florida. Though he came to know a wider world, he never got the country out of his heart. But people throughout northern Florida, southern Georgia, and other parts of the United States eventually blessed his name because of his Christlike characteristics and his love of sharing the gospel.

As a teenager, his father told him he needed to find out for himself if the church was true.  IImpressed by his father’s words, Wilford followed his counsel. “I sat down and told the Lord before I began to read [the Book of Mormon], in a simple prayer, that I would probably never read the whole thing, but I’d like to know as I read it whether it was true or false.

“I didn’t hear a voice, but I had a burning within my bosom and a conviction within my mind that it was true. And before I finished reading in Alma, in the fortieth chapter—I remember the scripture well, Alma 40:7–13—I had such a conviction and a feeling that I knew it was the truth.” For the remainder of his life, this testimony was indelibly lodged in the heart of Wilford Jordan.

To those who came to know him, Wilford was a throwback to horse-drawn wagon days and simpler ways, more at home in the woods beside a campfire than he was in a modern kitchen. The stream, the forest, the lake—all of nature—was a supermarket to him. An invitation to a cookout at the Jordan home, down the road a piece from the Oak Grove Chapel in rural north Florida, was truly an event.

An exciting array of entrees prepared by Wilford, whose skill as a chef was acknowledged throughout north Florida and south Georgia, awaited his guests. He prepared crawfish tails, armadillo, squirrel, possum, raccoon, land or freshwater turtles, and rattlesnake loin with a businesslike flurry. ..
Wilford Jordan, gracious host, paled in comparison to Wilford Jordan, man of the Spirit. Except for brief periods when he served in a bishopric or as a stake high councilor, Wilford’s only callings were those associated with the stake or general Church missionary effort. He never ceased his missionary labors, beginning with a call to a full-time mission in 1942 and ending with his service as a counselor in the Florida Tallahassee Mission before his death in 1985. During this forty-three-year period, the number of people he baptized ranged from as few as ten in one year to a high of fifty-four in another. In all, he performed more than seven hundred baptisms. The world would have been relatively unchanged by Wilford Jordan’s sixty-five-year journey through it, except that he taught the gospel as few others do.
His death made local headlines not only because he was so well known, but also because of its unusual cause. Although he had handled reptiles for much of his life, Wilford was bitten by the severed head of a large cane snake, a type of rattlesnake common to the area. (It was customary for him to catch snakes and keep them caged until he had time to kill and skin them. The prepared skins were then given to prisoners at the nearby state penitentiary, who fashioned them into belts; the edible flesh was properly prepared and later eaten.) He had been bitten once before and survived.  Wilford inadvertently brushed his hand against the head and three or four inches of body that had been placed to one side. Snake’s heads are able to deliver bites for some time after they are removed, and the bite he received was severe. Poison from the wound at the base of his right thumb moved quickly to all parts of Wilford’s body, resulting in his death after three painful days.

Elder Mark E. Petersen of the Quorum of the Twelve once told Wilford Watts Jordan in a blessing that he had been foreordained to be a missionary on earth. Perhaps he has the privilege of continuing in that  labor where he is now. But thousands who knew him or knew of him in mortality can only offer deeply felt thanks to his family for sharing him while he was here.


Monday, March 18, 2019

January 20, 2019 Pismo, Waite Family, Sweetwater Preserve, Olustee Battle Recreation

They say inactivity in the church starts with missing the first Sunday, then another and finally it becomes easier to miss the next and the next.  Don't worry, we haven't missed any meetings, quite the contrary, but this is what has happened with our Florida mission blog, after we missed a couple it was easy to not get back to it  - but we're repenting and will catch up a little at a time so it isn't too long ..  love ya'all
Cute 3rd bedroom with queen wrought-iron bed and door to the back patio.

Mike's youngest sister, Debbra, lost her husband in January..  All the siblings met in Pismo Beach, California.  We were able to fly out of Gainesville Friday morning, be with the family Friday night and Saturday and fly back Sunday morning.  Even though our reason for coming together was sad, it was a wonderful time with the Waite siblings.  It is always fun to be with the family.  This is the first time we had tried an AirBnB and it was perfect - enough room for us and others that came.

Enjoy ocean views from the private rooftop deck of this Oceana home, professionally managed by TurnKey Vacation Rentals.
The flat screen TV in the living room has karaoke for sing-alongs. Complimentary Wi-Fi is provided.                      Debbra
 Carol with the picture Norm did of Matthew
      Mike, Norm, Doug;

Claudia, Carol, Maria
Doug, Debbra, Norm, Carol, Mike, Claudia
 Mike, Norm, Aaron, Ted
Later in January we went to Sweetwater Preserve, close to Gainesville where we live.  It is s a nature park with plenty of birds and an alligator or two.  They said usually there are more, but this was plenty.  They also have wild horses but they weren't down that day.

In February we went to the reenactment of the Battle of Olustee - won by the confederacy.  You could tell we were in the South, the support definitely went to the rebels.  There was a young boy, probably about nine or ten, waiting for his mom and pretending to shoot a play rifle.  A older gentleman kindly asked him "What are you doing, son?" 
 His reply .. "I'm shooting Yankees!!!"  just as his mom walked up and she said "You can see that we're raising him right."  
Pretty fancy parking lot .. .. 
                                  Monument to the battle and below, a  restored cannon.                                                                     
The Union Camp - the only protection between them and hot and cold weather and bugs was just the material of the tents.  All cooking over outdoor fires --we don't realize just how good we have it now.
The battle was interesting to watch as they went back and forth, cavalry coming up and troops shooting and retreating and advancing.  The cannons were very loud and lots of smoke.  When the cannon ball hits there is a big splash of dirt and branches.
"The original battle pitted 10,000 cavalry, infantry and artillery troops against each other in a five-hour battle in a pine forest near Olustee, 
13 miles easy of Lake City and 50 Miles west of Jacksonville"

 The band was playing Dixie

 
Olustee is considered the most authentic and largest annual reenactment in the Southeast.  Over 2000 volunteers come to participate.
 "The casualties at Olustee were staggering compared to the numbers that fought there.  Union casualties were 203 killed, 1,152 wounded and 506 missing, a total of 1,861 of approximately 5,500 or 34 percent.  Confederate losses were 93, killed 847 wounded and 6 missing, a total of 946 or less than 18 percent.

The Confederate soldiers advance as the Union troops retreat.  At the end of the battle, there is a short time of silence and then then a bugler plays Taps - there is reverence and also a sadness for all those who were killed and wounded in those battles.  Many have given much so we can have the country we have today.

There are six prisons stretched out along the road going to Olustee Battlefield.  Every town has a water tower - this one was by where we parked.  It must serve Lake City Community College and the Department of Corrections - interesting combination.
Elder Waite,  Brother Brown (1st Counselor in Branch Presidency), Branch President Davis, Sainfort,  who was just ordained an elder, Elder McMeen and Elder Vaughn


Finishing this first catch-up with a couple of scriptures.  We are so grateful for the scriptures and the feelings and teachings that come from them.
Mosiah 2:41 - And moreover, I would desire that ye should consider on the blessed and happy state of those that keep the commandments of God.  For behold, they are blessed in all things, both temporal and spiritual; and if they hold out faithful to the end they are received into heaven, that thereby they may dwell with God in a state of never-ending happiness.  O remember, remember that these things are true; for the Lord God hath spoken it. 
Mosiah 5:Therefore, I would that ye should be steadfast and immovable, always abounding in good works, that Christ, the Lord God Omnipotent, may seal you his, that you may be brought to heaven, that ye may have everlasting salvation and eternal life, through the wisdom, and power, and justice, and mercy of him who created all things, in heaven and in earth, who is God above all.  Amen
Our love to you all  !!!