We had a great Dalton easter reunion. It was so fun to see everyone from mom's family again. We got to hear a story about our great-great granpa. His name was John Peter Erickson. When he was nine years old he lived with his family in Sweden, when a Missionary came to their home from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. His family were not members of the church, but The missionary was running for his life. Mobsters were after him and trying to kill him. John's family hide the missionary in their barn, under the turnip greens. John's mom, Emma Christina Norberg Erickson would hide some food for the missionary in the bottom of the grain bucket as she went out to milk the cow. After a while the mobsters quit coming around to look for him and the missionary decided to move on to the next town, but he did not know how to get there. So the Family sent John Peter, 9 years old, with the missionary to the next town, because that was the safest time of day for the missionary to be out. John led him to the next town and came back by himself. It was later in his life, after his father had passed away that John Peter Erickson brought his mother to the United States to be with the saints.
Cool story eh? Anyway, then we heard the stories that Mom and her brothers and sisters remembered about Grandma, their mother. That was cool too.
And now for the door prize. I'm guessing it was about 8 years ago, because it was before I was married we signed our names at the reunion to squares of levi with a permanent black marker. Someone helped grandma make these squares into a quilt. Grandma gave this quilt as a door prize. And we got it. I was so excited, I love it. They actually drew Lily's name, but at 4 she's not quite old enough to truley appreciate what we have here. Someday she will. hmm... maybe when i'm gone. he he he.