Exploring My Roots

I remember when I was a little girl that I was intrigued by the fact that my mother and grandmother were born in a far away place called Scottsbluff, Nebraska.  I don't remember either of them giving me any details, so until today Scottsbluff was nothing more than an interesting name for a place I probably would never see.  We attended church this morning in the large Chimney Rock Ward full of friendly people. Our impression was that the church is strong here on the plains. Scottsbluff is full of natural beauty - the bluffs jut out of the immense flat prairie, and they are unique in the many formations made by wind and water.  Both the Oregon Trail and Mormon Trail followed the Platt River through Scottsbluff.  Our pioneer ancestors saw these bluffs years ago and I felt a connection to them as we took a short hike on top of the bluffs. I am so grateful to have been able to see this place and learn more about it.  It is part of our family heritage of which I am very proud.