#52Ancestors - Week 2 - Family Legend

Week 2 – Family Legend

These two stories are the ones that are re-told over and over at family gatherings.  I feel it is important to record it here for posterity’s sake.

Hand-made

Almost 40 years ago Scott and I were newlyweds living in Cedar City while Scott attended SUSC. One evening he was baking us a treat – brownies.  He had added the boxed mix, the eggs and the oil to the bowl and started mixing.  I glanced up at him and noticed his hand was deep in the bowl and I asked him what he was doing.  He said:  “It says mix by hand” as he lifted his hand from the bowl, dripping with a chocolate goop.  He was an accountant in training.  He followed instructions.  Literally.

Road Trip

My niece was a new driver (pre-Google maps and everyone having cell phones), so probably 16 years old (about 24 years ago), as she traveled by herself from her home in Lindon, Utah to Taylorsville, Utah, north along a long stretch of I-15 for a drill team/dance competition.  When the evening’s activities finished, she got back in the car and began the trip back home in the dark of night.  She got on the freeway and drove.  And drove.  And drove.  She couldn’t see her exit but figured it would be the next one.  Or the next one.  Finally, scared and confused, she got off the freeway and tearfully pulled into what she hoped would be a safe place at the Wagon Wheel Restaurant in Ft. Bridger, Wyoming.  She had driven for 2 hours east instead of 45 minutes south.  The owners welcomed her in and had her sit in a booth while they called her parents.  Her dad suggested she get back on the freeway and he would meet her somewhere along I-80.  She refused.  She was not about to get in the car and drive.  So while that kind couple watched over her, her mom and dad drove over 2 hours to rescue her and the car and get them all back home safely.