Thursday, May 17, 2012

Orange you glad I didn't say Banana?

I decide to make some more yummy things with oranges today.  Remember this previous post?  We're still enjoying the marmalade!

But today I decided to make Candied Orange Peel:

Loosely following this recipe, I made this heavenly ancient candy.  You may have tasted the modern pretend version:

But it really is nothing compared to the real thing!!  Here is my version of the recipe.  (Please remember I have an aversion for accuracy and precision.)

A bunch of orange peels, sliced thin (I had about 7 oranges worth that I had been saving in a bag in the fridge.)
5 cups of sugar
2 cups of water

Put orange peels in a saucepan, cover with water.  (Not your 2 cups of water--that's for later.)  Bring to a boil.  Pour water off.  Cover with more new water.  Boil again.  Pour off.  Add more water.  Boil a third time.  Pour off.  (This process is to help get rid of the bitter taste in the orange peel.)

Meanwhile, in a bigger saucepan add the sugar and water together and bring to a boil.  Boil for about 10 minutes.  Then add in all your drained orange peels.  Poke them down in the syrup and boil gently for 30-45 minutes.  Then pluck the orange peels from the pan and drain them (as seen in my pictures.)

Put 1/2 cup dry sugar in a jar.  Add as many sticky orange peels as you can to the jar.  Put the lid on and shake vigorously.  

 Keep in cupboard indefinitely.  The sugar preserves them forever.  (Essentially.)  


What can you do with them, you ask?  

1.  Eat them straight out of the bottle.  (But not too many or your tongue will get sore!)
2.  Slice them super-thin and decorate a cake that has orange/cream cheese frosting on it.  (SO GOOD!)
3.  Put a piece inside a dried date with an almond.  Heavenly.
4. Make fruit cake.  From scratch.  Ignore the hecklers.  ; )
5. Dip them in chocolate....because.  Duh!
6. Chop them and add to any dessert--or any recipe that would benefit from a lovely citrus taste.
7. Ensure that you and your family will NEVER get scurvy!  ; )


Monday, May 14, 2012

Visiting Some Relatives III: Mountain Meadows

The final side trip we took when we went to Zion's was to go to Mountain Meadows.  

Mountain Meadows is where the "Mountain Meadows Massacre" took place.  It is where about 120 out of 140 emigrants, heading for California, were murdered by local Mormon settlers in the area.  Only the youngest children were spared. The reasons for the attack are a source of great debate.  Many books have been written on the subject.  Even an awful movie was made.  My great-great-great-grandfather, John Doyle Lee, was part of the group of attackers.  He may even have been the leader.

There is now a large memorial and grave site there.

There is an original mound of rocks that the U.S. Army put there when investigating the massacre and to honor the dead, whose bones they collected and buried.  

The walls around it and around the burial site were built by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who bought land all around the site and dedicated the area in 1999 for a permanent memorial.

Descendants of those killed still bring flowers and notes to place at the graves.

It was very difficult to be there.  Because I had such mixed feelings.  It was a somber and sacred and silent place.  Only the sound of the incessant wind echoed over the little valley.  I felt the loss of all those people.  The horror they must have felt.  The betrayal.

But I also felt loss I didn't have the right to feel.  Loss of my great-great-great-grandfather.  He also died there.  Executed at the site of the massacre by the U. S. Government.  Twenty years after it happened. The only person ever tried and convicted and executed for the crimes committed there.  Many historians have called him a scapegoat.  Others have portrayed him as a monster.  Being his descendant is a source of shame.  A source of confusion. And a source of doubt.

I have read much about this incident.  I own several books.  John D. Lee, by Juanita Brooks seems the least biased.  I have read some of John D. Lee's journals.  But still I am bewildered.

I don't know what the truth is.  I wasn't there.  I want to believe my ancestor's account of what happened.  I want to believe he had some level of innocence. But I don't know.  

I thought I would feel some sort of peace from visiting this site.  But I didn't.  Just an empty feeling.  And that may be all I can ever hope for.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Visiting Some Relatives II: My Savage Nature

As Scott and I took an exit off the freeway to go towards Zion's National Park, we came to a little town called Toquerville.  I knew I needed to stop at their cemetery, too....

Meet Levi Savage.  He is my Great-great-great-grandfather.  I have had and read a copy of his journal since I was a girl.  I've heard stories of his life since I was very small.  I even did a report on him in high school.

He's one of my famous relatives!  He is so cool that they made a movie about him recently.  (Okay, it's not JUST about him)  It's called "17 Miracles."  A good movie.  Watch the trailer!

It was strange to me that nothing was mentioned on his gravestone about being part of the handcart companies.  But it did mention he was part of the Mormon Battalion.  And there was even another special medallion on the ground signifying his service there.  Maybe he wanted it that way.

It was a beautiful cemetery.  Lonely.  Peaceful.  Sacred.  I love cemeteries.  And ancestors.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Some Fun With My Great-great grandmother

I decided to play dress up with my Great-great-grandmother today.  What do you think?  Do we look similar?

I have no idea how old she was when the photo was taken.  It is said that all descendants of Elizabeth's infamous father, John D. Lee have a drooping eyelid like he did.

John D. Lee

I'm thinking it's probably true that I'm their descendant.  ; )

Visiting Some Relatives

Last week when we went to visit Zion's National Park, we also decided to visit some of my ancestors.  They live just off the freeway.

Meet Margaret Elizabeth Nichols Pace.  She is my Great-great-great-grandmother.  She was born on May 30, 1808 in Logan, Kentucky. She married William Franklin Pace in Double Springs, Rutherford County, Tennessee in October of 1828.  

It was here in Tennessee that they joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  They left the graves of three of their children and traveled to join the Saints in Nauvoo.  Their first child, James Byron Pace, died at age 2 and is buried in Tennessee.  And their 5th and 6th children--Geanvilla M (a girl) and Granville Madison Pace (a boy,) who were twins, also died young at age 3 on May 8th (today, my birthday), and were buried in Tennessee.  

The Pace family followed the Saints to Salt Lake City. Then they got called to help establish Spanish Fork, UT, where William Pace was the first bishop. Later, they were called to go further south to help establish Fort Harmony.  The fort eventually turned into New Harmony, UT.  Which is where I went to visit them.

Wilson Daniel Pace was the second child of William and Elizabeth.  He would marry his second wife, Elizabeth Lee (remember her last name) in Salt Lake City.  

Wilson Daniel Pace

Elizabeth Lee

They would settle, along with the rest of his extended family and some of hers, in New Harmony, Utah.   Their first child, Franklin Daniel Pace, would die there at 3 months old.  I found his little grave: 

Their second child would be named James Byrum Pace.  (His name is a version of his Tennessee uncle who died at age 2.) He would become my great-grandfather and marry Adeline Savage (remember her name, too.)  All in all, 8 more children would be born and live successfully in New Harmony before the family moved further south to Nutrioso, Arizona. Three more children would be born in Nutrioso, bringing the total to 12 children!

Other Pace relatives would stay in New Harmony and many of their graves are there.  

I couldn't help but notice the view my ancestors would wake up to every morning.  Kolob Canyon--part of Zion's National Park now.

We will visit two more grave sites on our trip.  Different locales. But they will all converge in my family tree.  Stay tuned for their stories.  ; )