Before I regale you with the exotic tales and breathtaking photographs from our spring break I just want to be clear that though I may sound bitter, please be assured that I am not. With only the slightest tremors of jealousy do I peruse the life and times of my friends and family spring breaking in sunny and sandy climes whilst I trudge through a seemingly endless winter with grey skies, snow unceasing, relying only upon the promise of actual spring for reprieve.
Not bitter? you ask yourself. She could have fooled me. But true, I am not bitter because one fine spring, actually make that one of the dreariest of all springs I hope to have this blog stuffed to capacity with pictures and stories of my spring break delights upon the isles of the sea...or at least far enough south that I won't need a Parka...in May!?
We did have sunny spring break plans but our car needed major repairs so...anyway.
I am "that mother," since we had to make a spring break with twigs and apple cores we came up with a Family History Tour!!! I know. I can still hear the children groaning.
No, actually they were pretty good sports. Being still quite naive and inexperienced in the wonderful world of vacations. In short, they just didn't know any better, and were happy to just be with each other.
We begin our adventure where else but the Family History Center in Salt Lake City.
After learning about ancestry in general we moved on to our family history more specifically. We headed down to Payson, UT where my Grandmother spent most of her childhood.
We did have an enjoyable time and spent some good quality family time together making memories and learning about our history.