Come, Come Ye Saints: A Birth Metaphor
I think often of my ancestor, Elizabeth Horrocks Jackson, who left England and crossed the plains with the Martin Handcart Company. Elizabeth was widowed as she crossed the plains with her three young children. In such dire circumstances she carried on, pushed forward, endured to the end. She is one of my heroes. Her words […]
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