Our room was pretty nice and it even had a hair dryer………… Bill was sure that it was only 15 miles from
our motel to the temple but it was over 25 miles and we took the wrong exit to
boot. Needless to say we did not get to
the 8am temple session that we had hoped for.
One adventure we had was that of traversing this very narrow
and very old bridge across the Mississippi river. The sign said it was a toll bridge at the
beginning of our entrance to it but when
we got to the toll booth, a small post it note said “FREE” so we thought that
was pretty good – saved $2. I have no
idea how old this bridge is but it cannot accommodate anything larger than an
automobile and certainly not a tractor trailer.
Apparently it opens up to allow river traffic through and there is a
siren that sounds when the bridge is about to open up but we got through
without a hitch – both ways. We had to
come back by this bridge to continue our journey to Nebraska after we had done
what we wanted to do at the Temple.
The Nauvoo Temple is now about 10 years old. That is hard to believe that it was 10 years
ago that it was dedicated. On the ground
floor is an assembly room that is used for special occasions. It is set up a lot like the main portion of
the Kirtland Temple. In one hall way
they have Joesph Smith’s Saber that he wore as part of his uniform as a general
in the Mormon Army. There are other
artifacts in cases on the wall and of special note is the collection of actual
keys from the original Nauvoo temple and reproductions of other keys that used
to be part of the original temple. The
original temple was built in the days of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young but
Joseph was martyred before it was finished and the members of the church only
got to use the temple for a few months before the mobs drove them out of Nauvoo
and on to the West. The mobs burned the
village of Nauvoo and desecrated the temple and burned it. The charred remains were then totally removed
by a tornado later on. When I visited
Nauvoo many years ago, all that was to see of the original temple was a
depression in the ground and some foundation pillars that were level with the
surface of the ground. The interior of
the present day temple is built after the original plans and the woodwork is
spectacular. There is a spiral staircase
that should be the envy of the world. It
is fine craftsmanship and is something like my father used to do when he worked
as a joiner. I know that he would really
appreciate the workmanship in this temple spiral staircase. All the rugs were hand loomed in England on
22 inch looms and are of pure wool and the patterns in the carpet are those
that were originally designed for the first temple but never executed because
the temple was destroyed. I was amazed
to hear that those patterns that were chosen to be used in the 1800’s when this
first temple was being built were still around and able to be used in modern days
to produce the carpets that they have today.
I was amazed at the elegance of the curtains they have on the circular
windows – the pleating is perfect. We
were asked to be the witness couple for the temple ceremony.
After the temple session was over, we went to the visitor’s
bureau and boarded a horse drawn wagon for a ride and narrative of the historic
village of Nauvoo. The place must have
been beautiful when it was built and the method they used to make the bricks
for the brick homes was amazing. We went
to the brick works after the tour around Nauvoo, and they did a demonstration
of how the bricks were made and they gave us a small brick imprinted with
Nauvoo on it. David wanted a brick and
we were happy that they still give out bricks at the brick works.
We ate at a small café in Nauvoo before starting off on our
journey to Lincoln Nebraska. We started
out on route 2 across Iowa and it is the same route 2 that goes all the way
past where Sara lives and we had no problem finding her home. When I am out here in the Mid West, I have a
hard time remembering which is north or south etc. and only be oriented by the
fact that South Street is a short way from Sara’s house and that the university
is north of the house. Other than that,
the Sun seems to come up just about wherever it wants to and sets wherever it
wants to because I cannot imagine that where it rises is actually East. I had the same problem in Pennsylvania when
we lived there. It seemed that the sun
always rose in the west even though it was truly the East where it rose. So we followed Route 2 across Iowa and it is
a country road that is less traveled but it was the only east/west highway we
could use that would not put us miles out of our way. As we came in on Route 2 I suddenly saw
Menards and then the Wal Mart and other stores that I have frequented in the
past and I knew exactly where we were but my mind kept saying that we were
traveling east when in fact we were traveling west. I think I need help in orienteering.
We arrived at Sara’s house at about 8.15pm and then the fun
began. The children were all excited to see us arrive and the Oreo Cookies
that they asked for were soon opened and enjoyed. It was hard getting them to go to sleep. Around 3am Oliver came in and got in bed with
us and then about 2 hours later Lyla came in as well. There is not enough room in a queen sized bed
for two adults and two children……so I got up and left them to their bed
space. However, they soon got up as well
and began to tickle Bill’s feet – one of the great games they usually play when
we are here.
I fed the three children breakfast and then we played Chick
Chick and the house was filled with noise, laughter and happy squealing. Managed to get the boys to dress for school,
Oliver to do his homework, and then out the door and over to Saratoga
School. Lyla insisted on walking with us
and she made it all the way to the school but had to be piggybacked on the
return trip.
So it is now Wednesday morning and Bill and I have the house
to ourselves and we are doing laundry. Tomorrow Jacob has an in-person
interview with Novartis a drug company that is located here. It is in the research and development area.
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