As a Mormon, I grew up with stories of pioneers crossing the country in covered wagons and handcarts. I always imagined that people were born tougher back then, capable of surviving anything without complaint, and I never related to the stories. 254 more words
Throwback Thursday: Today is Pioneer Day in Utah. Apparently it is a major holiday here that can have celebrations bigger than the Forth of July. I don't really understand that, but I do admire the stories of the pioneers. They migrated across the country because they believed in something bigger than themselves. Although this poem was not written about the pioneers, it reminds me of their stories. There was pain and heartache on their journey, but the love of others gave hope in difficult circumstances.