After my husband got the word and spread the information through home teachers, we woke our girls. Again we put on jeans, coats and work gloves, but this time on the Sabbath. There would be no Fast Sunday.
As we headed outside into the cold morning of our Farmington neighborhood, we really didn't know how this was all going to happen. Our neighborhood was one that was hit the hardest, and the piles of trees was daunting. But we had faith that with help we would get it done.
I asked a friend with small children to watch my 6 year-old, so I could work with the youth who met at the park at 10 a.m. She later watched several other children so other mothers could work. As I drove to her home across the neighborhood, an unbelievable scene opened before my eyes. Many trucks with trailers lined the streets and hundreds of volunteers were loading them. Helping hands came from other neighborhoods, and we are grateful to them.
Here are some pictures over the past several days. Our Latter-Day Saint youth are modern day pioneers coming to the rescue. Their amazing fortitude and great attitude is evident on their faces. We love them! We needed them.
|Sawdust in my hair|
|Our bishop driving his truck|
|My husband and Bro. Andersen talking about needs|
|My husband felling another damaged tree.|
|A much needed break|
|My teen daughters|
|Boys making lemonade out of lemons|