Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Laughing in the wind


Two weeks ago my parents were up here to visit. We spent some time visiting President Hinckley's grave, and Heber (Chase) Kimball's grave. It was a very windy day and Chase suddenly broke out in laughter as this huge gust of wind came blowing in his face. He had us all laughing with him instantly, and I did my best to get this cute moment on film.
This is Heber C. Kimballs grave (along with many friends and family). Just as a side note, Heber C. Kimball is Chase's 5th great grandpa and where his name came from.

It was neat to visit President Hinckley's grave a well. There was a cane with a white handkerchief in front of it and that made us chuckle a little. If you haven't been yet, it comes highly recommended from us. There are many other prophet and apostle graves closely surrounding it, so look around and see who you can find.

6 comments:

Moab Cozzens said...

hanker-chief? What is a hanker-chief? Is that anything like a Mitty Sarket? Or is it an Indian Chief hankerin' to go to battle? Oh, you mean handkercheif. That was a fun day!

crush said...

Hey, what a neat idea to go visit the grave sites of so many neat people. I had no idea you guys were related to Heber C. Kimball, that the C. in his name standed for Chase, and that your little Chase was named after him! That is so cool!

Jill, Kenny and Aiden said...

That second photo of Chase and Daniel is so cute. I love how they are both laughing, Chase at the wind and Daniel at Chase. Keep posting things, I live for these updates.

Katie said...

Reading your blog and seeing all your AMAZING pictures and the fun you guys have makes me want to add to our family! Rob is going to forbid me from reading soon because I always tell him we should have a baby after I see how CUTE Chase is! You guys are one beautiful family. I would love it if we could get together sometime soon!

Chelle said...

Chase is just too cute! I love his face in the second picture.

Moab Cozzens said...

Actually, Heber C. Kimball is Chase's
seventh great grandfather, at least according to Mom's account. She told us when we were young that he was our fifth great. And now you know.

Grandpa C.