As soon as breakfast was over, we picked flowers.  Carol picked the columbines and I picked irises.  We put them in a bucket of water and put them in the car.  We also put chrysanthemums in the car.  We were on the road a little after eight.  Our first stop was at the Provo Cemetery.

We put a bouquet of irises and columbine flowers in a buried vase.  The vase was hard to remove because it was stuck in the mud.

We then drove out to the Camp Williams cemetery where our son, Eric Johnson was buried.  It took us quite awhile before we found his headstone. Carol found it.  We put a bouquet of irises and columbine flowers on the left side and chrysanthemums on the right side.  Last night I made some hooks.  I pushed one end into the ground and the went over the edge of the can or pot.  I used three on each one.   The wind can't blow them over.

The patches of sod indicate that his grave has not been there long.

There were headstones all over.  The photo is and example of a few.   Eric's is on the far right with a flag and two vases of flowers.   We drove to Delta going south on the Redwood road, and then going to Eureka.  That was about twenty miles shorter than going to Nephi.

I have a niece and a sister buried there.  My niece on the left and my sister on the right.  I used one hook on each pot to hold the flowers

Then white chrysanthemums for my mother and father.

Last but not least, we put chrysanthemums on the edge of our son David, who lived for two days.  We were back home about 12:30.  We had lunch   After resting some I watered the baskets.   I then began watering the cucumber plants.  All three rows.

The wind was whipping the poly on the shed.  I used theme clamps to hold the poly to the pressed board roof.  I had one large clamp and whole bunch of smaller ones.  I put them on both ends and a couple on the front and a couple back.    I put a couple of long 2x4"s on the top.

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Seventh Day

It has been seven days since our son, Eric Leslie Johnson passed away.  We have had a week of sadness.  I wrote about something about during the past week.  Yesterday, we received a card from Mark Stephenson and his wife.  We received many comments on Face Book expressing sorrow and condolences.  We attended our church meetings.  There were a few expressed their sorrow.   And there were many more did not know.

We came home for our Sunday dinner.  Most of it was prepared this morning before going to church.  The phone has rang many times today.  Clara Stevens brought a loaf of homemade bread.  Bishop Gates stopped by on his way home express his condolences.  We visited for about twenty minutes and he blessed our home and family in a beautiful prayer.

Ray and Mary Anne, my brother and sister in-law, visited a while.  We shared family memories. Richard, our oldest son, called and expressed his concerns for April.

One thing is certain.  I know that there is a God and His son, Jesus Christ is the Savior of the world.  By keeping his commandments we can enter into his Kingdom.  I know that saving priesthood ordnances were restored by The prophet Joseph Smith and those that succeed him.

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The Baptism and Confirmation of April Johnson

This is a report of the baptism and confirmation of April Johnson, wife of Eric Leslie Johnson

We just left Holden and are on our way to the baptism of April Johnson. It was snowing some this morning and still is as we leave town. Roads are mainly wet now but still pretty good. The snow is blowing across the frontage in some places as we approach the entrance of I-15 north of Holden. Some Snow was sticking to road as we went up and over Scipio pass, but once north of Scipio the road was only wet with visibility of a mile or so, due mostly to fog. The road is barely wet between Scipio and Nephi with a few areas of heavy cross winds. As we pass through Nephi, the roads are damp and in some place look dry. There seems to be thirty mile visibility. Coming into Payson. it is windy with falling snow.

North of Payson the roads are wet and in some places slippery. One car slid off the road to the right. A Utah trooper had stopped where slid off the right shoulder. Cars splash a dirty mist through the periods of falling snow. The road now is wet enough for the passing cars to keep our windshield dirty. Good that we had our wash tank full of windshield solution.

We arrived in Eric's neighborhood a little after two. We drove back and forth on 13 east several times until we finally found his street. The road past his house was the worst for snow than any road that we have driven all day. We had a nice visit with Eric and April. We were plenty early at the church. I got my jump suit on and was ready for the service to begin. But we needed to wait until four. When four came, there were some people that hadn't arrived yet. Robert and Jeanne and Hallie were late.  They had so much snow this morning that they drive out of their driveway let down the steep road.  I talked to Robert on my cell phone.  They had left and were in Orem.  I suggested that they keep coming and would be here in time for the the lunch. Brother Stevens, the ward mission leader, announced that there would be a fifteen minute delay to accommodate those that had not arrived. I called Robert again and informed him that they would wait. Robert and family arrived during the opening hymn. The room was full of friends and family.

The meeting went well. The opening him was "How Great Thou Art". Carol gave the opening prayer. The first speaker was Berta Webb, the relief society President, who spoke on faith, repentance, and baptism. Her talk was inspiring and invited the spirit. April and Susie, her sister, and others shed a lot of tears.  TJ Brown, Susie’s boyfriend, was also in attendance.

I entered the fount from the left and April came in from the right. I positioned her close the right end of the water facing the right wall. I positioned our hands, brought my right hand to the square, called her by name, repeated the words of the ordinance, and laid her down in the water. After she came up from the water, she gave me a hug.

As I called her by name, she looked over at me, I repeated the words, and she watched me as laid her into the water. That really made it personal. I was talking to her, which made it extra special.

I removed the jump suit and put on my suit.  While I was doing this, three different videos were  being shown to those that witnessed the baptism. When April came back, Melissa, a good friend, spoke on the Holy Ghost and how important it was.  She invited those there that were not members of the church to accept a copy of the Book of Mormon.  She did a good job. When she finished there hardly was a dry eye in the congregation.  After hugs and congratulations, we went into a multipurpose room where a lunch was served. The buffet of croissants, funeral potatoes, salads, and deserts were waiting for our enjoyment.  There was plenty of food for everyone. 

Early Sunday afternoon I had the opportunity to confirm her a member of the Church of Jesus Christ and give the Holy Ghost.  After sacrament meeting we said our good byes and drove home.  The roads were dry all of the way home.

We stopped at Roberts house in Woodland Hills on the way home.  Finding his house was a little bit difficult we had the address, Utah that was all. We found the street okay, but could not find their house number.  The large houses were not close together with a lot of snow in the yards.  We went past it once and made a big loop and found it the next time. The sign was really small and difficult to see. Their house is large with many rooms on three or four different levels.