Carthage and Nauvoo

 We flew out to Indianapolis to visit with Roxanne and her family.  Grandma

and Grandpa came too.  We drove to Illinois to see Carthage and Nauvoo.

We stood in the jail cell and saw the jailer's living quarters 

including the bedroom where the Prophet Joseph was killed.  

 The bullet hole is still in the door. 

This is the window that the prophet fell from.  

We had fun working and playing as the pioneers did.  

Curtis and I were able to saw it off faster than the boys. 

No one got a picture, of course. 

Even I was able to take a few steps on the stilts. . . in my flip flops.

 

We loved the pageant and the other plays.  The traveling Brass Band 

was fun to hear as it went all through old and new Nauvoo. 

We learned about the YPM or Young Performing Missionaries 

who are called to serve for one summer.  

They must audition and only the best are chosen. 

We were able to attend the temple to do baptisms.  

It was a wonderful experience.

This monument is special, not only because it is of Joseph and Hyrum, but because 

that is my third great-grandfather's horse Joseph is riding. William Henrie and his wife, 

Myra Mayall, joined the church in Ohio and moved to join the Saints in Nauvoo, IL. 

They bought a farm next to Joseph Smith's. John Taylor came to William and asked 

if he could borrow one of his horses for Joseph to ride to Carthage Jail. The horse 

was returned, but of course, they did not see their beloved prophet again. 

(As posted on Lucky Seven. Thanks, Roxanne for the write up. . . it was perfect.)

This was the original ballroom floor that our ancestors actually danced on.

 Sunset over the Mississippi.

 This is the view the saints had looking back as 

they left Nauvoo down Parley Street.