Week 18 - So sad
Dear everyone
Monday we were reminded that the Lord brings great people out of Palmyra. the family that followed the Beans on the Smith farm were the Ellises. A son of the their youngest daughter, she was the last person born on the farm, came through the baptistry. What a strong family.
One of the patrons, a sister who has been a member about a year, is a Sister Johnson and quite old and infirm. We did sealings for her husband and daughter who have passed on. She related an experience she had shortly after he died. he came to her in a dream and told her he wanted to be married to her for eternity. This was years before she heard of the Church. It proves that the Lord is no respecter of persons, she is black. The Savior reaches out always to everyone, regardless of race, wealth or nationality.
I saw lots of leaves (is it fall already?) on Cumorah and a bunny. I brought the red leaf to Grandma and she took a picture of it to preserve it.
Grandma and I were in every session as officiator/follower or prayer circle in each session on Wednesday as well as sealings. In one sealing session, I realized how desperately the spirits want to touch. Their spirit matter can contact, but apparently the feelings sensed by mortal bodies are much stronger. Sealings are the door through the resurrection to a return to being able to enjoy holding hands again.
In the last session I was responsible for receiving a French speaking patron through the veil, and I was in the session as a patron, so I could not practice. I considered taking a card, but left it out as inappropriate. As I sat down I felt the Gift of Tongues descend on me. The closed caption was on in French, and by the end of the session I could understand about 90% plus. When I received the patron, my French wasn't flawless, but he easily understood. The Lord wanted the patron to feel His love and he did. The Gift left me immediately after the session, teaching me and reinforcing that I received the gift for that one patron only.
Thursday we went on a trip to ride a boat on the St Lawrence and see the Thousand Islands (there are over 1800, in reality.) Being New York, they had to come up with a rule as what makes up an island. Above the waterline all the time, a tree and a bush. How ridiculous. This is an island,
and even this one.
Now on to Boldt Hall and the title of this piece - "So sad". Mr Boldt came to America with nothing at age 13, his father died as a soldier in Prussia. He worked hard at several things until he became a super success in hotels. The Waldorf-Astoria and Philadelphia in Philly were both his idea. He invented room service and other things we expect in hotels today (like providing bed linen and towels). He invented "the customer is always right." He met his wife in Philly when he was 26 and she was 16, she was the daughter of the boss. It was love at first sight and they built the hotel business together.
Her birthday and their anniversary were February 14th. He decided to build the castle as a birthday and anniversary gift. It cost millions even back in 1904. It took years. He changed the name of the island from Hart to Heart. Louise died when the castle was 95% complete, one week and one month before her birthday at age 41. He stopped all work and left it to rot for the rest of his life and his kids did, too. It decayed and was vandalized. Here are examples.
Here is some of the castle restored.
Marble and hardwoods everywhere
Master bedroom
Her room
Modern bathroom ( for 1904)
Daughter's room
Receiving room
Original art
Indoor pool
Malachite tables
Piano
Organ
Ballroom
Sitting room
Library
More original art
Reception
China and silver everywhere; this was the dining room
An elevator for the six floors
Servants quarters -butlers on call
Maids' dining room
Ultra modern kitchen
Servants' diningroom
Fourth floor hall
This was the kids playhouse.
And when death came, it ended their love in his mind. This is how love is seen by the world, for time only. How terribly sad. Grandma will talk about the other side in her blog. Here's a picture of our sweethearts.
Friday and Saturday were good solid days. Friday, I asked the Welkers to be the witness couple, since she is going home Monday and this will be the last time they will be able to be witnesses in Palmyra, maybe ever.
As I walked in Saturday, Elder Ray was spray fertilizing and I told him to spray me since I needed to grow. He told me I was covered in fertilizer, meaning in his mind that I was imbued with the Spirit already and didn't need more. However, it sounded like something else and I laughed so hard I almost couldn't stand up. He spent the whole day apologizing. Otherwise I was in the right place to help a Columbian father and son in the baptistry and then took four Spanish speaking patrons through the veil, the three sisters with Grandma. Felt the gift again, and now I pretty much know the veil in Spanish and Portuguese. How amazing. I am so blessed.
Saturday night we had a party to say good bye to Sister Welker as well as the other three leaving in the next three weeks.
At Church we helped Sarah with her family history and found that she must have some close relatives in the Church. That was exciting and disappointing at the same time because she had wanted to do the baptisms for her ancestors. The Youth Sunday School was just one girl, but it was special talking about her family. Also I had some good discussions with Tony about the vast importance of family. He shared how the unity of a husband and wife is just below the love we must have for God our Father. Very true. And Grandma and I celebrated our forty-third anniversary today and it is very happy. Love Grandad
Monday we were reminded that the Lord brings great people out of Palmyra. the family that followed the Beans on the Smith farm were the Ellises. A son of the their youngest daughter, she was the last person born on the farm, came through the baptistry. What a strong family.
One of the patrons, a sister who has been a member about a year, is a Sister Johnson and quite old and infirm. We did sealings for her husband and daughter who have passed on. She related an experience she had shortly after he died. he came to her in a dream and told her he wanted to be married to her for eternity. This was years before she heard of the Church. It proves that the Lord is no respecter of persons, she is black. The Savior reaches out always to everyone, regardless of race, wealth or nationality.
I saw lots of leaves (is it fall already?) on Cumorah and a bunny. I brought the red leaf to Grandma and she took a picture of it to preserve it.
(Sorry John, I'll see if I can get you a grey squirrel.)
Grandma and I were in every session as officiator/follower or prayer circle in each session on Wednesday as well as sealings. In one sealing session, I realized how desperately the spirits want to touch. Their spirit matter can contact, but apparently the feelings sensed by mortal bodies are much stronger. Sealings are the door through the resurrection to a return to being able to enjoy holding hands again.
In the last session I was responsible for receiving a French speaking patron through the veil, and I was in the session as a patron, so I could not practice. I considered taking a card, but left it out as inappropriate. As I sat down I felt the Gift of Tongues descend on me. The closed caption was on in French, and by the end of the session I could understand about 90% plus. When I received the patron, my French wasn't flawless, but he easily understood. The Lord wanted the patron to feel His love and he did. The Gift left me immediately after the session, teaching me and reinforcing that I received the gift for that one patron only.
Thursday we went on a trip to ride a boat on the St Lawrence and see the Thousand Islands (there are over 1800, in reality.) Being New York, they had to come up with a rule as what makes up an island. Above the waterline all the time, a tree and a bush. How ridiculous. This is an island,
and this one,
The River is lined with "summer cottages". Some as big as 10,000 sq ft, about three times the size of our house.
Now on to Boldt Hall and the title of this piece - "So sad". Mr Boldt came to America with nothing at age 13, his father died as a soldier in Prussia. He worked hard at several things until he became a super success in hotels. The Waldorf-Astoria and Philadelphia in Philly were both his idea. He invented room service and other things we expect in hotels today (like providing bed linen and towels). He invented "the customer is always right." He met his wife in Philly when he was 26 and she was 16, she was the daughter of the boss. It was love at first sight and they built the hotel business together.
Her birthday and their anniversary were February 14th. He decided to build the castle as a birthday and anniversary gift. It cost millions even back in 1904. It took years. He changed the name of the island from Hart to Heart. Louise died when the castle was 95% complete, one week and one month before her birthday at age 41. He stopped all work and left it to rot for the rest of his life and his kids did, too. It decayed and was vandalized. Here are examples.
Graffitti covered the walls
Beautiful art, tools and exquisite moldings and other pieces were left in their crates.
Here is some of the castle restored.
Rooms for a hundred guests
Friday and Saturday were good solid days. Friday, I asked the Welkers to be the witness couple, since she is going home Monday and this will be the last time they will be able to be witnesses in Palmyra, maybe ever.
As I walked in Saturday, Elder Ray was spray fertilizing and I told him to spray me since I needed to grow. He told me I was covered in fertilizer, meaning in his mind that I was imbued with the Spirit already and didn't need more. However, it sounded like something else and I laughed so hard I almost couldn't stand up. He spent the whole day apologizing. Otherwise I was in the right place to help a Columbian father and son in the baptistry and then took four Spanish speaking patrons through the veil, the three sisters with Grandma. Felt the gift again, and now I pretty much know the veil in Spanish and Portuguese. How amazing. I am so blessed.
Saturday night we had a party to say good bye to Sister Welker as well as the other three leaving in the next three weeks.
At Church we helped Sarah with her family history and found that she must have some close relatives in the Church. That was exciting and disappointing at the same time because she had wanted to do the baptisms for her ancestors. The Youth Sunday School was just one girl, but it was special talking about her family. Also I had some good discussions with Tony about the vast importance of family. He shared how the unity of a husband and wife is just below the love we must have for God our Father. Very true. And Grandma and I celebrated our forty-third anniversary today and it is very happy. Love Grandad
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