sacrifices and actually seeing where it was performed. I loved Mexico City! It was the biggest city I had ever seen and I was actually there. We went to the bazaars where I haggled for a few souvenirs for the first time in my life, I thought I was pretty shrewd until I realized that the little statue I bought was not authentic but a cheap replica that was in almost every other shop in the bazaar.

Campgrounds just off of Highway 191 between Castle Gate and Duchesne. We always had quite a large group show up. My guess is that there’d often be 40 -60 of us. For us kids that things that we looked forward to the most were the games. We would have a softball game, horseshoes, and box hockey (we’d through horseshoes for hours and hours, often into the night). Sometimes someone would bring a barrel with a saddle on it and the barrel would be tethered by four ropes and tied to trees; we’d sit on the saddle while cousins would pull on the ropes trying to buck us off. There was always a huge potluck lunch followed by a cakewalk. In the evening we’d have a bonfire where we’d roast hot dogs and marshmallows. We loved sitting around the fire telling stories and singing songs. Every year we’d beg Uncle LaVell to sing his name song. Then Sunday morning we’d have a Priesthood meeting followed by a Fast and Testimony meeting. It was always sad to see the various families slowly begin to leave. Some I’d see again quite soon others I knew I wouldn’t see until next summer.