This isn't my family's history, but it is my children's. Pine Valley, Summit County, Utah ... The RANCH, bonfires, sing-a-longs- basketball games, fishing, the swimming hole, food, food, food, ranch rummy, sneaks and slams, and always family. Sunday night it was a bonfire,
smores, hot chocolate from an old pot, stories and even a little impromtu singing. Definitely, The Ranch!! My children are the fifth generation to spend their summers at the Ranch, and my grandchildren the sixth. My sister-in-law Kathy, shared a comment, made by my son Anthony, Saturday at lunch, and simply, it says it all , "I've got banana bread and I'm at the the cabin ... I'm doing great!" Family traditions are so important. Not always easy to maintain, not without a little heartache once in a while, not without a lot of work, but so important. Family is important! Family is all there is! These are my husband's memories, but it is so important to me that they be my children's also. They are definitely righteous traditions. They mean security, support, they mean joy .... I know it has been said, "Men are that they may have joy." My stories need to be told also. I have my own set of righteous traditions and amazing pioneer stories, Canadian pioneer stories, and they must also be part of my children's heritage. Thus, another reason to blog.