Adventures With Dad: Seeing My Ancestors Through My Father’s Eyes

I consider myself lucky to have such an
awesome dad. Since his move to Utah in 2013,
I have had almost weekly adventures
with him. Even if they are just to Sam’s Club
or out to lunch, I call them adventures
as I listen to Dad’s stories about my ancestors. 

This week my 10 year-old daughter and I 

went with Grandpa McCune to
the Salt Lake City Cemetery 

where we saw our ancestors
through his eyes. 

My father, the great family historian,

looked up the locations
of ancestor burial plots, 

and in the summer heat
we went in search of them.
We saw many graves,
so I wanted to share
a little bit about a few of my ancestors.

Above we are next to the grave marker 

of our pioneer ancestor, William Clayton,
a clerk and scribe to the prophet Joseph Smith,
and author of the Mormon hymn
“Come, Come, Ye Saints.” 

He was in the first pioneer company
to enter the Salt Lake Valley in 1847.
I see my father in his face
and I have his crooked smile.

This is my Great-great-grandmother, 
Augusta Braddock Clayton. 
She was a Mormon pioneer 
and at the age of 13, 
crossed the plains in 1848 
in the Willard Richards Company. 
While on the trail, 
she survived being run over by a wagon. 
I just love this picture of her. 
She makes me want to bake bread.

I looked up Proverbs 31:10 – 31, and here is part of it:

“Who can find a virtuous woman? 
for her price is far above rubies.
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, 
so that he shall have no need of spoil.
She will do him good and not evil 
all the days of her life.
She seeketh wool, and flax, 
and worketh willingly with her hands.
She is like the merchants’ ships; 
she bringeth her food from afar.
She riseth also while it is yet night, 
and giveth meat to her household, 
and a portion to her maidens.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it: 
with the fruit of her hands 
she planteth a vineyard.
She girdeth her loins with strength, 
and strengtheneth her arms.
She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: 
her candle goeth not out by night.
She layeth her hands to the spindle, 
and her hands hold the distaff.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; 
yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
…Strength and honour are her clothing; 
and she shall rejoice in time to come.” 

My daughter said she wants to find
more of her ancestors. 

Thanks, Dad, for sharing our family with us.
We love you!
Happy Father’s Day!