Winter Has Arrived 10-10-09

Dear Family:

Well, winter has arrived!! We have gone from summer to winter, we are wondering what happened to fall. This storm started about three days ago and is supposed to go for a few more days. The temperatures are at about 17 degrees with a high in the 20's. Because of the incoming storm, we sent the last of the missionaries home on Wednesday. They weren't supposed to leave until tomorrow but we were afraid they would get snowed in out at missionary village. It was so sad to say goodbye to them. Many of them will be back in the spring but it was still very difficult. We all did a lot of crying on Wednesday. Then in the evening I went out to their mail slots on the porch and had to take all of their names off and I cried a little more.
We are now down to the Polar Bears which is 7 couples who stay the winter. We just nestle down into our warm apartments and try to not eat too much since it is too cold to go outside. It was really quite fun last winter and it will be this winter too. Church is pretty small with just a few of us here so you either give a talk or teach a class. We all bear our testimonys each Fast Sunday.
We are really excited for Christmas this year. We are going to be able to leave a week before Christmas and go to Spokane for annual check-ups with our doctors and then go to Tri-Cities for Christmas. Afterwards we are going to see the kids in Utah and Arizona and then stay in our rv in Yuma until the end of January. A lot of the missionary couples who were here this summer will be there and we will have such a great reunion. Many of the couples are getting pretty old and won't be back. They said that they will see us in heaven and will have such a wonderful reunion there someday. That really made me cry.
We love all of you very much and you are in our prayers daily. We were told in church that we should be bearing our testimonys to our family often and I think that we, as parents, are failing to do that. Therefore, I want all of you to know that I do have a testimony that this is the true gospel of Jesus Christ. I know that God lives and that Christ is the Savior of this world. We have so many experiences here at the Cove that reconfirm to us that the Gospel is true. We can feel the Spirit all around us and the veil is very thin. We are so blessed to be able to serve a mission and to be able to serve here at Martin's Cove. It is a very special place. Please always stay close to the Gospel and make good and righteous choices in your lives. They talked in church of a lady who died and had written on her headstone "Please, NO empty seats". What she meant was, there is a seat in the Celestial Kingdom for each member of her family and she wanted every seat filled. That is the greatest desire of any parent, to have all of their children with them through out the eternities. Heavenly Father is a wonderful loving father but there are rules and conditions that we must follow to reach our eternal goal. How sad it will be if some of us get left out on judgement day.
A few weeks ago uncle Keith and aunt Betty came and spent a couple of days and we had such a good time. Then the following week Dudley and Joyce Watson came and visited us. Next week uncle Gary and Sherry are coming by to see us on their way home from their mission to Nauvoo. We are excited to hear all about their mission.
We love you all and come and see us sometime. Mom and Dad, Glen & Cherie

Family Trek

It has been awhile since I have written on our blog. This summer has been very busy here at Martin's Cove. So many trekkers coming in each week and some very great and spiritual experiences. The summer trek season is winding down and the missionaries will start going home. By the middle of October (2 months) there will just be 5 couples left here including us. Our release date is November of 2010 so we have awhile to go. That is okay because this is such a special place to serve a mission.

The first part of July a lot of our family came here for a visit and we had a wonderful time. Annie and Corey, Travis, Nikki with her 4 children, and Neil and Jo with their two little girls. We hope that the rest of the family can come next summer. We took handcarts and loaded them up and in our pioneer clothes set out for a trek that went about 7 miles. We pulled the carts to handcart parking and then went into the Cove for a spiritual time. This is where the Marting Company took refuge from the horrible early winter snow storm in 1856. We heard stories and saw where about 1000 pioneers camped. Many died and were buried on the other side of the Cove. It gives you a special feeling as you walk past these sacred spots.

After the Cove we went to the footbridge where the Saints crossed the frozen Sweetwater River to get up into the Cove. When they crossed there were chunks of ice floating down the river hitting their legs and cutting them. When we crossed it was a hot day and the cold water felt good. Even with that we could get the feeling that they were watching us. This firt crossing we did quietly and respectfully. The second spot we crossed we were able to splash and swim a little.

From the river we went and did the woman's pull. The men went to the top of a very steep hill and the women and children pulled the carts to the top. Many of the men in the original Marting Co. died and the women had to go on alone. This activity let the men appreciate what the women had to go through and it let the women really appreciate all the men do for us. It was a very special experience.

We had such a wonderful visit with our children and grandchildren and we look forward to them coming again next year along with those who were not able to come this year. The picture of the large white dog is Josie sitting with Oscar. He is sort of the mascott of Martin's Cove. He is owned by a neighboring rancher who lives about 10 miles away. When the trek season starts, Oscar comes over here and walks along with the trekkers. He slept in our backyard pretty much the whole time our family was here. He thinks he is a star now because his picture and story was in the Childrens Friend several months ago.

We have had such a wonderful experience here on our mission and are so blessed to be able to serve here. Until next time, Elder & Sister Warr (Glen & Cherie)

Easter at Martin's Cove

Dear Family and friends:

We were so surprised when Neil, Johanna, Josie, and Bella arrived at our backdoor at 1:30 in the morning on Easter weekend!! It was so exciting to have them with us for the weekend and to show off our beautiful granddaughters. This picture is of Josie and myself dyeing Easter eggs.

The other picture is taken of all of us in front of the Visitor Center.

We were able to get in a rover and give them a guided tour of the cove. It was such fun, then we showed them off at church. All the missionaries were so jealous.

The other two pictures were taken on a trek we took last week. I'm not in the picture but Kaye Freeman is. It was such fun. We are going on another one in a couple of weeks. Tomorrow we are going on a CES bus tour and will be seeing a lot of the landmarks in the area. We will take a lunch and ride on beautiful busses. I love riding on a bus!

Got to go, soooooooooo busy. We love you all and can't wait for this summer when you will come and see us. Our internet is working now so I hope to post more on or blog.

Love, Mom and dad

Hi everyone:

It has been awhile since I have written on our blog site because the internet here at Martins Cove is hard to get. We are 60 miles from any town and are in the middle of Wyoming cattle country. We love it here though and are so happy to be here.

The picture of the deer was taken out our kitchen window. There are about 15 deer who are always roaming around our house and the property. We are getting quite attached to them.

The picture of my gross arm was taken a couple of days ago. I fell three weeks ago on some ice that was tracked into the mall in Casper. I fell on my elbow and broke it. The had to operate on it and wire the elbow back together and put a titanium plate in it and attach that with 6 screws. I am doing well now and started physical therapy yesterday. I am out of the cast and am wearing a splint from my fingers to my shoulder. I hope I don't have to wear it for very long.

Elder Warr is busy doing repairs and maintenance here at the Cove. He remodeled the porch around the office and it looks great. Now he is busy getting the handcarts painted that they built this winter. There are about 320 handcarts here that the trekkers pull around the trails in the summer. We are getting excited for them to get here. By the first of May there will be about 65 missionary couples here. 15 will go 60 miles over to the Willie site and the other 50 couples will be here.

I will try to post more pictures as the weather gets better. It is in the 50's today and three days ago it was -22 degrees. The weather changes so fast here. You never know from day to day how it will be.

Love, Mom & dad, Elder & Sister Warr

P.S. If you haven't read the book "Fire of the Covenent" by Gerald Lund you need to get it. It is an incredible story and really lets you know the struggles of the handcart pioneers.

Hi Family and friends:

We haven't had the internet since the first part of January and it is still pretty weak. They are going to put up a taller pole to try and get better reception. I tried to download some pictures but it is too weak so I will do that next week.

We are doing great here. The Freemans, our new Directors, arrived around the 18th of January and it is fun having them here. There is always lots to do even though there are only 5 couples plus the couple who work on the ranch. We are getting things ready for when the other 59 couples arrive the middle of April. Then the Treks will begin in May along with lots of school classes that come here.

Anyway, we are fine and I will write again when they fix the internet. We have a great picture of a herd of deer who were in our backyard. They let me walk up quite close to them.

Love, Mom and Dad, Glen & Cherie

Dear Family and Friends:

The holidays are over and we are starting a new year. We are so excited for the coming events starting in the spring with the new missionarys arriving and then in the summer when the trekkers arrive. They had about 70,000 visitors and trekkers here last summer and expect that many again this year. We have been learning the scripts and stories we will need to know when they arrive.

In the spring they have trek seminars for the leaders of the groups that will be here in the summer. This is a time when they train them and let them know what they will do with their groups. They also make them familiar with the Cove and other sites here. There is a womans pull that is very important. When the pioneers were coming across here many of the men were gone because they had been called to march in the Mormon Batallion. The United States asked them to help with what was anticipated to be a war with Mexico. The womans pull here is done at a steep hill and the young men in the trek groups stand at the top of the hill and the young women have to pull the handcarts to the top of the hill alone. The men aren't able to help the girls at all. It is a difficult hill and it shows the young women how hard it was without the men to help. It shows the young men how strong and courageous the women were in having to do it by themselves.

There are only five couples here during the winter but we stay busy. I have about three days in the office and we have one or two days a week in the Visitors Center. There aren't many visitors this time of year but we do stay open 7 days a week. Your dad has a lot of work projects for the men and they have done a lot of cleaning and organizing in the shop and painting some of the apartments. They are also working on building more handcarts.

We have moved into the apartment that is attached to the office. We may be here permanently or we may move back to the original one depending on what the Freemans decide when they get here. The pictures at the top are of the view out our back door. We are right on the Sweetwater River which is mostly frozen this time of the year. The next picture is of our little house. It looks pretty big but most of that is the office. It is very comfortable and I love the view of the river.

The next picture is of the Visitor Center. It was the original homestead of the Sun Ranch in 1872. There are 7 door because each time Tom Sun purchased a homesteaders ranch he would bring that little house and add it on to his. The last picture is of one of the handcarts. They have over 200 and they are building about 10 more this winter.

We are so happy to be here and to feel the spirit that is all around us. It is like a dream come true for us. The other missionarys are so special and we are developing such deep friendships with them. We have only had one real snow storm and that was a week ago. It was only about 6" of snow but we loved it. It was so pretty for two days and there was NO WIND! Then the wind started and now we have snow drifts. It doesn't bother the deer or the rabbits, they are all around us here.

We love you all and look forward to seeing you this summer. Mom and Dad

Merry Christmas!!

Merry Christmas to all of you, we hope you are having a wonderful day. We have had a very nice day even though we miss all of the family. We had a fun party for Christmas Eve . The man wearing the Grinch shorts is our Director Elder Longson. It was his white elephant gift and they dared him to put them on. We all had such a good laugh over this. They will be leaving for their home in Lake McCall, Idaho, the first of next week and Elder and Sister Freeman will be replacing them and will be here the middle of January. The Longsons have been here for almost three years.

This morning we had a big breakfast all together and then we put on our warm clothes and drove up into the Cove in the rovers. This is the Longsons last week here and they really wanted all of us to go up there and remember the pioneers. It is about 30 degrees today and the wind is blowing so hard. We bundled ourselves up in our new hats and gloves and scarfs and socks and headed out into the cold.

I am still having trouble figuring out how to place pictures so I will have to work on that. The pictures from the top down were taken in the cove. The first one was taken in the area where those who died were buried. Sister Longson is reading comments from one of the Apostles. A few feet from where we are all standing was where Pres. Hinkley walked and stood for a long time and then turned and said, "this is very sacred ground, many are buried here." After her reading we all knelt on the ground and a prayer was said. What a special moment that was. We then walked down through the Cove. If you look to the left of where we are walking you can see the area where they camped for four days and nights. The temperature is warmer in the Cove. As we walked out of it you could really tell the difference.

The picture on the right is the view as we were walking out of the Cove. The next picture is of the big buck deer and his lady friends that were watching us. We see so many deer and antelope here.

We love you all and are so excited to have you come this summer so we can share all of this with you. Try and plan ahead and give us a date so we can make arrangements for treks. It is pretty crazy here in July so June might be a better month to come. Guess we had better go, we have another party tonight!!

Love, Mom and Dad

Happy Birthday Easton!!!

Hi Easton:

This is another special birthday for you. Grandma and Grandpa love you very much. You are 6 years old today so we found a story about a 6 year old boy that we thought you might like.
Peter Howard McBaride - 6 years old - Martin Handcart Company. When Peter was a little older he wrote this story about what had happened when he was 6 years old.
Peter was born May 3, 1850 in Scotland. He came to America with his family. He had four brothers and sisters. From Peter's and his sibling's writings, we pick up some of the stories of what they experienced on their heartbreaking trek across the Plains:
"We had to burn buffalo chips for wood, not a tree in sight, no wood to be found anywhere. Just dry earth and rivers. We children and the old folks would start early so we wouldn't be too far behind at night. A great many handcarts broke down, oxen strayed away, which made traveling rather slow. Quite and undertaking to get nearly one thousand persons who had never had any camping experience to travel, eat, and cook over campfires. It took much patience for the captain to get them used to settling down at night and to get started in the morning.
We saw a great many buffalo as we traveled up the Platte River. The people were forbidden to kill them, as it made the Indians angry. One time our company met three thousand Sioux Indians, all warriors and all in war paint. Our people were much frightened, fear held the whole camp in its grip as they all expected to be killed. But their fears were groundless. They told our interpreters they were going to fight the Pawnee tribes. They wouldn't hurt us because we were mostly squaws and papooses. It would be cowardly to fight us, so they let us go by.
"My baby sister and I were really hungry. Our teams gave out and died, and we were glad to eat the meat. I remember some men passed us one day and stopped to talk. They gave my baby sister some cookies. She carried them in her little pocket, and I was always with her and would tease for a bite. She would give me a taste once in a while, and it was so good. The exposure to cold, rain, snow, and ice, pushing carts all day, the scarcity of food and wood caused many strong men to die.
"My parents both became very ill. It was very difficult for this young family of children to take care of each other, as well as their sick parents, and the brunt of the responsibility fell on the two oldest siblings who were Janetta 16, and Heber 13.
On October 19, 1856, as the company crossed the Platte River for the last time, it began to snow. Peter's father made the supreme scarifice here. Even in his weakened condition, he worked all day pulling, pushing, and wading through the icy water. He made an estimated 25 trips across the river, helping to get all the people and carts across. By the next morning there was 6 inches of snow on the ground. Peter's father was so ill he could hardly sit up. "We had to travel that day through the snow and we managed to get Father into one of the wagons that morning. That was the last we saw of him alive. We only made one mile, as it began to snow very hard. When we camped the snow was getting very deep. My sister and I had to pitch our tent and get some wood. After we had made Mother as comfortable as we could, we went to try to find Father. The wind was blowing the snow so bad, we could not see anything and the wagons had not yet come into camp. It was then dark, so we did not find him that night. The next morning, the snow was about 18 inches deep, and awfully cold. While my sister was preparing our little bit of breakfast, my older brother went to look for Father. At last he found him under a wagon with snow all over him. He was stiff and dead. It felt as though my heart would burst. He was buried the next day in a common grave with 14 other men who had died.
We camped at the Sweetwater River and it was decided that we could go no further, the snow was so deep and no food. We were doomed to starvation. They gave me a bone of an ox that had died. I cut off the skin and put the bone in the fire to roast. And when it was done some big boys came and ran away with it. Then I took the skin and boiled it, drank the soup, and ate the skin, it was a good supper"
"The next day we had nothing to eat but some bark from trees. Later we had a terrible cold spell; the wind drifted so much I knew I would die. The wind blew the tent down. They all crawled out but me. The snow fell on it. I went to sleep and slept warm all night. In the morning I heard someone say, 'How many are dead in this tent?' My sister said, 'Well, my little brother must be frozen to death in that tent.' So they jerked the tent loose, sent it scurrying over the snow. My hair was frozen to the tent. I picked myself up and came out quite alive, to their surprise.
"That day we got word that some teams were coming to meet us from the Valley. Three teams came that night. No one but a person having gone through what we had suffered can imagine what a happy moment it was for this belated handcart company. Men, women, and children knelt down and thanked the Almighty God for our delivery from certain death. It put new life into all the Saints. The next day several more teams arrived, and there was room for all to ride.
"We finally arrived in Salt Lake City, November 30, 1856. All my life I have worried for fear my children might get as hungry as I was, but thank goodness they have never wanted for food.
Peters family settled in Ogden first, then later in Eden. He grew up and became the father of 22 children. He later moved with his family to Gila Valley, Arizona, where they had a 160 acre farm and he taught vocal classes at the St. Joseph Academy in Thatcher. He served in the bishopric for 20 years.
We hope you enjoyed this story Easton. Peter was just your age when he was a pioneer in a handcart. We love you very much and are happy that you had an "awesome" birthday.

Love, Grandpa and Grandma

"When The Angels Come"

This is a picture that we saw several days ago and with the snow blowing around us here and the below zero weather we get, it really makes my heart ache for these incredible pioneers. If you click the picture it will enlarge it and you can see the pained looks on their faces. You can see the men, women, and children trying to make it through the storm and you can see the angels helping them. The story behind this painting is as follows:
"The Cart Began Pushing Me"
President David O. McKay, in an address given at an annual Relief Society Conference in 1947, the centennial year of the Saints' arrival in the Salt Lake Valley, talked of the criticism given by a teacher conducting a class, who commented that it was very unwise to have even permitted the Saints to cross the plains under such circumstances, and they were talking about the Willie and Martin handcart companies who left later than they shoud have. President David O. Mckay said:
"Some sharp criticism of the Church and its leaders was being indulged in for permitting any company of converts to venture across the plains with no more supplies or protection than a handcart caravan afforded.
An old man in the corner (and this was written by Pres. William Palmer, who was present) sat silent and listened as long as he could stand it, then he arose and said things that no person who heard him will ever forget. His face was white with emotion, yet he spoke calmly, deliberately, but with great earnestness and sincerity.
In substance, the gentleman above mentioned said, "I ask you to stop this criticism. You are discussing a matter you know nothing about. Cold historic facts mean nothing here, for they give no proper interpretation of the questions involved. Mistake to send the handcart company out so late in the season? Yes. But I was in that company and my wife was in it and Sister Nellie Unthank whom you have cited was there, too. We suffered beyond anything you can imagine and many died of exposure and starvation, but did you every hear a survivor of that company utter a word of criticism? Not one of that company ever apostatized or left the Church, because everyone of us came through with the absolute knowledge that God lives for we became acquainted with Him in our extremities!
"Ihave pulled my handcart when I was so weak and weary from illness and lack of food that I could hardly put one foot ahead of the other. I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I have said, I can go only that far and there I must give up, for I cannot pull the load through it." (And a wife with a baby in her arms by his side.) "I have gone on to that sand and when I reached it, the cart began pushing me. I have looked back many times to see who was pushing my cart, but my eyes saw no one. I knew then that the angels of God were there.
"Was I sorry that I chose to come by handcart? No. Neither then nor any minute of my life since. The price we paid to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay, and I am thankful that I was privileged to come in the Martin Handcart Company."

Devil's Gate

This picture of Devil's Gate was taken from our front porch. The pioneers didn't go through it as the Sweetwater River runs through it. It was a landmark for the early pioneers. The road you can see in the forefront of the picture is the actual Oregon, California, and Mormon Trail plus it was the Pony Express Route. The following are some journal entrys made in regards to Devil's Gate.

On November2, 1856, the second day after the rescue wagons met up with the Martin and Hodgetts companies, the group arrived at Devil's Gate. Samuel Openshaw of the Martin company described the arrival. "The brethren who came out to meet us did administer every comfort and help that was within their power to the sick and the infirm. At Devil's Gate we were obliged to stop, the snow being about 14 inches deep on the level, and notwithstanding the teams that had come out to help us, there was not sufficient help to move the aged, sick, "On account of the nightly fatalities of the male members of our company for two or three weeks previously, there were many widows in our company, and the women had to pitch and put up the tents, shoveling the snow away with tin plates etc.

"One night I dropped to the ground in a dead faint with my baby in my arms. I had some pepper pods with me, and recovering from my stupor I took some of them to recover my strength. During these times we had only a little thin flour gruel two or three times a day, and this was meager nourishment for a mother with a nursing baby. My husband died and was buried at or near Devil's Gate, and the ground was frozen so hard that the men had a difficult task in digging the grave deep enough in which to inter him and nine others that morning, and it is more than probable that several were only covered with snow. Here I was left a widow with two young children". Alice Walsh

The Martin company camped at Devil's Gate on the nights of November 2nd and 3rd. The rescuers then decided to move them to an area that would provide better protection from the elements and more plentiful firewood. This is the place that came to be known as Martin's Cove.

Herds of deer in our yard.

I took this picture from the porch of our apartment. We can look out most every morning and see 5 to 15 deer just walking around. They are mule deer and we also have antelope and lots of rabbits.

Across the road from us is a duplex where to sets of missionary couples live. One of the couples work on the cattle ranch. Martin's Cove sits on part of the Sun Ranch. The Sun Ranch consists of about 1.25 million acres. In 1997 the Church purchased about 1oo,000 acres. Elder and Sister Bolton and one other rancher take care of the church ranch. Elder Bolton brings home pelletts that he occasionally feeds the deer. Not too often because the deer become real pests if they think you will feed them everyday. There is one deer with two fawns that hangs around. She has a tear in one of her ears and they call her "split ear". The other day when we came home from Casper, Wy, on our P-day, we were unloading our car and "split ear" was about 50 feet away watching us. Then Sis. Thomas who lives next door to the Boltons walked up to us and "split ear" walked over towards her. She walked on up the hill to her apartment and the deer and her two fawns followed her up to her house. Sister Bolton said that in the morning "split ear" will come to their front window and tap it with her nose. We are really back to nature here and are loving it.

We can't wait for all of you to come and visit us and enjoy it here. We are really out in the wilderness. There are lots of rattlesnakes here but they said no one has been bitten by one. The Lord really watches out over the missionaries and those who come to visit the Cove.

Sweetwater River @ Martin's Cove

It is Sunday morning and we have just finished having our church meetings in the Gathering Room in the downstairs of the apartment building we are living in. We weren't able to have it in our little branch building today because it was 45 below zero with the wind chill this morning. It was warmer here in our building and closer for everyone. This picture was taken on the little bridge that crosses the Sweetwater River at our compound.

Going right to left the building farthest right is called the Trek Center. In the winter they store all of the handcarts in it. In the summer it is where everyone gathers to pick up their carts and have meetings and gatherings. The next building is our apartment building where we are currently living. The white buildings on the left are the Visitors Center and the office and another apartment. We will move to this apartment the first of January. It is connected to the office and the Directors usually live in it but Elder & Sister Freeman prefer living in the one we are in and so we will move when the retiring Directors move.

The picture on the left is looking down into the Cove. This is where the Martin Co. took refuge in on November 4th, 1856. Before entering the Cove they had to again cross the Sweetwater River. The Saints were weak and starving and the temperatures were below zero. This is where the four young rescuers from Salt Lake City carried so many across the river. The four men ages ranged from 16 to 24. When Brigham Young heard of what these young men had done they said he wept like a baby and said they have earned a place in the Celestial Kingdom for their sacrifice for others.

The Saints were in the Cove for 4 days at which time the storm ceased and they were able to start traveling again. During that time many died. The bodies were moved farther around in the cove and covered with rocks as best as they could as the ground was frozen. As the burial group would leave they could hear the wolves fighting over the bodies.

We are so happy to be able to be here at Martin's Cove and to feel the spirit here. It is such a sacred place. We are loving our mission and the other missionary couples are so good to us.

Our temporary home at Martin's Cove

This is the home we are living in right now. There are three apartments in it and a guest room for the general authorities when they come. We are staying here along with two other couples. We will be moving into a different apartment the first of the year and will be there until the end of our mission. There is also what is called the Gathering Room downstairs. It is like a big family room with a kitchen. We hold prayer meeting there each morning and also parties and get togethers.

Elder Warr is standing by one of the "rovers". They have about 6 of them and they are used to go all around the site where vehicles aren't allowed. Elder Warr took Sister Warr for a tour last weekend of the site. We went over to the Cove and walked around where the Saints camped the late fall of 1856 where so many died. We went a little farther in the Cove and saw where they were burried. It is a very Sacred spot. There are no markings because every morning for four days they would go to each campsite and ask if there were any dead. They gathered up the dead and layed them on the ground at this spot and covered them the best they could. As soon as they left and went back to their tents they could hear the wolves fighting over the dead bodies.

Mission call to Martin's Cove, Wyoming

Well, we are finally able to go on a mission and are so excited about it. We are to report to Martin's Cove on Dec. 1st, 2008. We will serve there for one year and possibly two. We have wanted to go for so long and the past two months have really been an experience. Bishop Davidson called us in his office and said that he really feels the Lord wants us on a mission. We said that we want to go but have to sell our house or farm to be able to go. He said that if we will committ to go that a way will be provided for us.

Three weeks later we had a young couple look and our house and the next day they came back with their realtor and loan officer and signed the papers. A few minutes after they left Elder and Sister Freeman came by and heard we had sold our house and were so excited because they had been made Directors at Martin's Cove and they needed a Physical Facilities person there and Glen would be perfect. So, within 48 hours we sold our house and received a mission call. It has been an awesome experience. We feel like the Lord has taken charge of our life and we are enjoying the ride.

Our Mission

We have been called to Martins Cove.

We are heading to Martins Cove, Wyoming.