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Vacation Road Trip

We've been wanting for a long time 

to take a road trip to Michigan and see some of the areas 

where my dad grew up in Grand Rapids, Michigan 

and find some of the graves of my ancestors. 

I went to Michigan in my 20s 

but I went this time with more desire of seeing 

how the different relatives lived and maybe feel 

the history of my forefathers by visiting there homes.

 My dad's grandfather and great-grandfather 

immigrated here from Goes, Netherlands 

and were the first immigrants in the United States

 from the Netherlands. 

Most my ancestors on other lines came to the United States 

really early on, like in the 1600s

so this was different and rewarding 

to see my ancestor that arrived in 1857

Peter Reynders (1827-1895) Maria de Wijs Reynders (1824-1893) 

They first came to Plymouth, Michigan and later to Grand Rapids, he was a painter by trade, 

They brought 3 young children and had 5 more, one dying in infancy 

"Reynders" originally spelled "Reijnders"

My dad's maternal great-grandmother, 

"Anna St Denis Gordon" (1844-1916) 

she immigrated from Canada, 

this is a brick wall as far as family history goes.

 Her death certificate has her last name as "Clayton" 

but we were always told that "Clayton" was her married name 

and her maiden name was "St Denis" 

and that her parents names were  Felix and Mary 

but we have few sources. 

She married a war veteran in her later years "Charles A Gordon" 

She worked her whole life, for a time on a ship as a cook, 

other times in service at a home where she also left her daughter 

"Mable Clayton" my great-grandmother 1869-1952)

who was adopted by the family that Anna worked for and 

Mable stayed in touch with her birth mother her whole life. 

 Anna also worked at the Tuberculosis hospital which is where Mable worked too. 

Anna also had a second child while working on a boat. 

She gave him the last name of "Clayton"

Here she is, my dad's grandmother "Mable Clayton Dolton"

She had a hard life. 

Was left with a family so her mother could earn money. 

Married and had 7 children that she had to place with other families 

because her husband went to jail for larceny

and she had no income to take care of them. 

My dad's mother, Martha Thaxton (1896-1927) 

was put in a home at age 12

and later married my Grandfather Dee Allen Reynders. 

They met at church. 

My grandmother played the organ. 

She was very musical and could play hymns by ear. 

140 Prospect, Grand Rapids, Michigan

I loved seeing houses of my ancestors.

This is the house of Peter Jr & Luella Williams Reynders. 

My great-grandparents raised their 5 children here. 

730 Bristol Avenue, Grand Rapids, Michigan 

This is my grandaunt Beth Reynders Anderson

sister of my pop, Dee Allen Reynders

and her husband was Lorand Anderson. 

She is who I was named after. 

She raised my dad when he was young. 

My dad's mother died of tuberculosis when he was only 6 months old.

This is the house my grandfather Dee Reynders built for his family. 

My dad grew up here with his 4 other siblings. 

1458 Covell Road, Grand Rapids, Michigan

We also went to Hart Michigan

My 2nd great grandparents settled here

Dr Samuel Randolph & Mary Marine Williams

We had to pull over and take a picture of "Reenders"

really close to my maiden name "Reynders" 

"Big Red" Lighthouse at Lake Michigan

Lake Michigan was beautiful!

Shops at Holland, Michigan

Fun to see this Windmill

We were here just 2 weeks too late to see the tulips

This map was on the wall of the Netherlands.

"Goes" is where my ancestors are from

We also stopped in Indiana

Greenfield, Indiana and Indianapolis, Indiana

Home of the Hoosier Poet, James Whitcomb Riley

A favorite relative of my dad

He's my 2nd cousin 3 times removed

Downtown Indianapolis at Lockamy Square

Unfortunately the museum was closed

but in Greenfield, Indiana his childhood home museum was open

We loved being able to go here

We also got to go to some church history sites.

Kirtland Temple (Ohio)

Special feeling here.

Tree of Life

Hill Cumorah, Palmyra, New York

The Sacred Grove in Palmyra

Palmyra Temple

 

I forgot to put this grave on here.

This is Ann Cammack Williams (1781-1859)

Cedarville, Ohio

My Williams ancestors were from South Carolina

and moved to Ohio and Indiana and later to Michigan

fun area, neat cemetery

Blessed, Honored Pioneers

The Lockhart Converts to the

Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

Frederick County, Virginia

Mary Jane Foreman Lockhart

Beverly Lockhart

Mary Jane Foreman Lockhart (1848-1934) and her husband, Beverly Lockhart (1847-1922), were early converts to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Frederick County, Virginia near Winchester.

This specific couple represents an important chapter in the history of the Church in northern Virginia.

Beverly Lockhart married Mary Jane Foreman on 9 March 1875. They lived and raised their family in the Back Creek and Rock Enon districts of Frederick County, Virginia, located just west of Winchester, Virginia.

In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, Latter-Day Saint missionaries traveling through the Shenandoah Valley frequently baptized local families in rivers and creeks. Mary Jane was baptized into the Church in 1902, followed by Beverly in 1907.

Beverly was a Civil War veteran.  He enlisted as a private in Company F of the 1st Infantry (United States) in February 1865 and was honorably discharged later that year.  He spent the rest of his life working as a farmer in Frederick County.

In 1902, there was a declaration by community leaders in Winchester, Virginia that forbid proselytizing, and this directly affected members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  This ban primarily enacted to target traveling LDS elders (missionaries), preventing them from knocking on doors, preaching, and distributing religious literature within the city limits.  Because of the restrictions, LDS missionaries quieted their efforts and left the immediate area.  Local historical records note that the declaration effectively cut off residents from hearing about the faith for several decades.  Missionaries did not permanently stay away;  They quietly returned to Winchester toward the middle of the 20th century, which ultimately led to the establishment of an active local congregation.

Beverly and Mary Jane Lockhart seemed to cling to their new found faith through this time period, regardless of not being a part of an active congregation and most likely with a certain amount of persecution by the locals.

Charles Martin Lockhart, son of Beverly and Mary Jane, had mentioned to his children and grandchildren that Mary Jane and Beverly would let the missionaries stay in their home on occasion to keep warm by the fire during the frigid climate.  Ironically, most of the Lockhart descendants didn't realize that Beverly and Mary Jane had been baptized into the Church but only that they had shown kindness to the missionaries.

The obituary of these converts leave clues to the fact that they still considered themselves part of the LDS faith even until death.  Beverly's 1922 obituary mentions that he was part of a religious sect that had no clergy in the locality.  Mary Jane's obituary states that her funeral was conducted by Elder Riley Glenn from Washington DC, who upon research, was discovered that he was a leader for the Latter-Day Saint who served in Washington DC.

The early 20th-century restrictions in Winchester, Virginia, reflect a broader, nationwide struggle over religious liberty.  Anti-proselytizing ordinances eventually collapsed under Supreme Court challenges, paving the way for a local congregation to be established and grow.

So what happened with this Lockhart family after Mary Jane and Beverly's death? Around 1950, Charles Martin Lockhart was visited by the missionaries from the Church in Winchester.  There is no known record of him ever being baptized into the Church at the time of Beverly and Mary Jane's baptism but several members of the Lockhart family say that Charles claimed he had already been baptized before the arrival of these missionaries. Research discovered that two Lockhart sisters of Charles had been baptized at the time of Beverly and Mary Jane but no record of Charles had been found. 

Regardless of what had not been recorded, Charles' testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints had been rekindled with the arrival of these young missionaries. So at this time, Charles introduced the missionaries to his nephew William James Lockhart and wife Dellitt Jenkins Lockhart and their young family.  They took the missionary discussions and were converted to the everlasting gospel of Jesus Christ.  Charles, Dellitt and the older Lockhart children of Dellitt and William were baptized on the 5th of August 1950. Later, their father William was baptized in November of 1954.  The Lockharts and others baptized in these early years were instrumental in establishing the Church in Winchester, Virginia.

There are still many Lockhart descendants of these northern Virginia pioneers that cherish the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints to this day and are

"True to the faith that their forefathers have cherished"

I feel very blessed to have married into the Lockhart family and discover the wonderful heritage they have. Soon, Winchester, Virginia will have a temple for the Church.  A standing monument of the faith, courage and sacrifice of missionaries and a few converts in this area of our Lord's vineyard. We can see how the Church in the city of Winchester has truly blossomed like a rose. 

1950 Baptism Washington DC

Lockharts, Simpsons & Missioonaries

Dellitt & William Lockhart

Dave & Robert Lockhart

 grandson and son of William & Dellitt Lockhart 

Winchester, Virginia

 Robert is one of the remaining Lockhart children baptized in 1950

He still lives in Winchester today

Dave & Beth Lockhart

Winchester, Virginia Temple Site 

"You are never lost

when you can see the temple." 

~Elder Gary E Stevenson

Family History Trip ~ Winchester, Virginia

 We had a fun weekend, saw the graves of Dave's ancestors who were the very first members baptized in the church 1902 & 1907 his 2nd great-grandparents (Mary Jane Foreman & Beverly Lockhart) We also found an old, small church where a lot of infants and relatives were buried. This church needs some help. It is on the property of a Boy Scout camp but they let us go in it and look around. We also saw different places where Dave's grand-parents lived and raised their family, a school house where they went to school. Uncle Robert took us around. We also saw the beginnings of Winchester Temple. Great time!

Beverly Lockhart 1847 - 1922 served in Union army, 

he and his wife were first members of the Lockhart family 

to be baptized int the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

Mary Jane Foreman Lockhart, 1848 - 1934, 

wife of Beverly Lockhart, They lived in Back Creek, Virginia near Gore, 

moved to Winchester, VA in their later years

Her Obituary said that an Elder from Washington D C

came to perform her funeral

Believers to the end even though there were

no LDS churches in the area

It was special to see her grave.

This was the neatest little church we found 

up Rock Enon Springs on the BSA property. 

Luckily we found it.

When we were going down this road, 

Uncle Robert saw the church and remembered 

that Aunt Mary Catherine was buried there.

A lot of babies that died in infancy

 from the Lockhart's are buried here. 

Sacred ground. We felt the Spirit here.

Probably one of highlights of our trip was visiting this place.

There was a "Carson" there

Our Carson liked this picture

Boy Scout Leader had a key and let us go in

He even let us take some hymnals.

This is an old school house in Warren County, Virginia 

where Uncle William Lockhart attended school. 

Its now an antique and gift shop but wasn't open

Down this road was private property but they let us come on it. 

Its where the Lockharts lived when Grandfather William Lockhart 

was manager over their farm years ago. 

Still in Warren County, Virginia

We also visited the Temple Site for the Church

Lessons Learned~A Voice of Protection

 When I was about eight years old, I went on an errand with my mom to the store.  I was in the backseat of our four door sedan and we didn't have seatbelts or child door locks in the car which was typical for those days. As an eager child that I was, whenever we would go somewhere in the car, I would jump out as soon as it stopped at our destination. This would upset my mom. It was very unsafe and my mother use to always tell me to wait for her to turn off the engine of the car and listen for her instructions on what to do next but I hardly ever waited. It was way too tempting to just get out quickly. 

This errand of my mom's on this particular day was at a store on a highway. So my mother had to park on the open road which was where the traffic would drive by the vehicles that were parked on the side of the road.  As my mom maneuvered the car to parallel park, it seemed like I was having to wait forever before I could get out of the car. As she finally stopped the car (engine still running) I grabbed the door handle and turned it to get out. Then for a split second, before my mom could say anything, I had a distinct impression to stop what I was doing. Almost as if it was a "still small voice" telling me not to open the door. As soon as I felt that impression and stopped moving the door handle, a tractor trailer truck came speeding close besides us. I could feel the rushing air of the truck as it went by. It was scary. I was so relieved I hadn't opened the car door. It was obvious that I escaped a terrible accident. 

After the truck had cleared by us,  my mother was aware that I had suddenly stopped opening the car door and she asked me what made me decide not to get out of the car. I told her about my impressions and feelings.   In some peculiar way, something had warned me. She knew what it was instantly. She explained to me about the Holy Ghost. She said that the Holy Ghost is always with us and that it is a gift from Heavenly Father that will warn us when danger is near.  She told me to alway listen and be aware of the Holy Ghost and it would protect me from harm.  I know what she said was true. I knew that those impressions were real and divine in nature. I knew from that experience that God was real and that he knows me and is near me.

Through a still small voice, The Spirit speaks to me

To guide me, to save me, from the evil I may see.

If I try to do what's right, He will lead me thru the night,

Direct me, protect me, and give my soul His light.

Listen, listen, the Holy Ghost will whisper.

Listen, listen to the still small voice. ~Merrill Bradshaw

Lessons Learned ~ A Voice of Truth

 

I grew up with goodly parents, brothers and a sister. We were  active members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I always loved the church, especially when I was young and I attended Primary. The music from the primary songs really spoke to me and I think I always knew the church was true and good because of those beautiful feelings of the Spirit in Primary. 

I knew that being a member of my church was different than churches of my classmates at school. I grew up knowing that the way we worshipped Jesus Christ was different than most Christians. So, I was always a little shy about sharing my beliefs  with others because I didn’t want anyone making fun of something that was so pure and sweet to me. I was able to stay in the shadows spiritually most of my life, enjoying church on Sunday and basically living the gospel in secret and not sharing too much with my peers about my way of life and beliefs.  

That all changed when I attended my first year in junior college. Originally, I wanted to go to Brigham Young University after high school but my GPA was low and my tests scores weren’t very high. So I went to our local junior college so that I could eventually transfer to BYU. My goal was to take classes that I thought I’d do well in and have a good GPA. One class I enrolled in was Bible Literature. I thought that this class would be somewhat easy for myself having grown up in the Church, reading scriptures and I had taken LDS early morning seminary classes in high school for the last four years. I soon found out that this class wasn’t a bible literature class at all but more of what I would call a “bible bashing” class. The first day of class everyone was telling which religion they were associated and already taking sides on what was their interpretation of the scriptures. I felt very uncomfortable the whole time I was there. At the end of class, the teacher asked “Where are my mormons?” I instantly felt a target on my back. The teacher’s first assignment was for the Mormons in the class to explain their “plan of salvation.” I couldn’t believe it. Here I’d been avoiding such situations for years and now I was confronted with something that I felt totally unprepared for. I’m embarrassed to say that I immediately dropped the class. I couldn’t face the scrutiny… the possible humiliation. Anyway, after dropping the class, I agonized over the way I was acting. I was so weak and I knew it. What was causing so much anxiety? I needed something to happen in my life to get me over this terrible fear that I had built up in myself which prevented me to converse about the Church to anyone.  Truly, the Church was the one thing that I held so sacred in my life… why was I acting so childish?  As I pondered this experience in prayer,  I had kept thinking about how I had never truly read the Book of Mormon from cover to cover. I had read parts of it throughout my life and always felt good about it but I wasn’t a very good reader. I struggled with comprehension issues and so I would get bored if I had to read anything for a long time but when this whole experience happened I convinced myself that if I read the Book of Mormon and received an honest witness of its truthfulness that I would get over my insecurities of sharing my views about the Church. So, I did it, I made a promise to myself that I would read the Book of Mormon, cover to cover, and ask Heavenly Father in prayer for a spiritual witness. So every night from that day, I read the book and I prayed every night before reading that I would get a spiritual witness. Night after night I prayed and read, night after night, no witness but I had so much more determination than I ever had and even though I wasn’t receiving the spiritual experience I was hoping to get, I was actually enjoying the reading. I was feeling a sense of great satisfaction in following through with this commitment. 

As I was nearing the end of finishing the book, I can remember being in the middle of reading the seventh chapter of Moroni. I had just said a quick prayer and jumped into bed because it was a rather cold night, as I started reading more verses, an unexplainable warmth came over me. I then felt a distinct burning in my bosom that I had never felt before in my life. I knew instantly that this was my witness. I then proceeded to crawl out of my bed and thank Heavenly Father for such a wonderful, spiritual feeling. I knew for a surety that the Book of Mormon was true. I knew it and I knew God knew I knew it. First thing I remember after thanking God for such a wonderful feeling was that I needed to share this book with others and my experience with others.  

Those sacred feeling that I received on that night in my bedroom will always mean so much to me. It was one of those few miraculous moments of my life that I can always turn to when I’m confronted with negative thoughts, confusion, or dealing with trials and tribulations.   I can turn my thoughts directly to that divine moment and  all those wonderful feelings come back vividly to my mind and I say  to myself “Yah, maybe life isn’t perfect right now but that thing that happened in my bedroom was real” God is real and miraculous. He loves me and  He answered my prayer and I’ll never forget it. 

"And when ye shall receive these things, 

I would exhort you that ye would ask God,

 the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, 

if these things are not true; 

and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, 

with real intent, having faith in Christ, 

he will manifest the truth of it unto you, 

by the power of the Holy Ghost.

 And by the power of the Holy Ghost 

ye may know the truth of all things" ~Moroni 10:4-5

Lessons Learned ~ Repentence

 Happy Birthday Mom, love you...

When I was about 5 years old, I went to the grocery store with my mother. At that time, in this store there was penny candy on display in baskets at the end of one of the aisles for customers to gather and buy to take home... For a little girl of my size it was very tempting to see all these sweets directly in my face.  I asked my mother if I could have some and she politely told me "no." I wanted some really bad so when she wasn’t looking I took a piece and hid it in my pocket. While in the check out line and while my mom was paying for our groceries, I asked her if I could go out to the car and wait for her there. She agreed (it wasn’t unusual for us to wait in the car in those days in a small town like ours) As I was in the car waiting, I took out the piece of candy from my pocket that I had stolen from the store and started to eat it As I put the candy in my mouth and started chewing it, I immediately had a sick feeling inside, so much so that the candy didn’t even taste good I knew that it was wrong to take something that wasn’t mine. Those feelings of guilt were so strong that I knew I had to own up to what I had done. So when my mom came to the car, I tried to tell her that I had taken a piece of candy from the store but instead of telling her I just started crying.  She knew by the way I was crying that I had to have done something that I was feeling guilty about so she persisted in asking me what I had done and to tell me that I would feel better if I just told her. So, when I told her, she didn’t get mad, she just told me that we needed to pay back the store. So she gave me a penny and we went back and I told the store clerk what I had done and that I was sorry. The clerk took the money I can’t remember what was said after that. I do remember how relieved I felt and how I knew I never wanted to have that feeling again. I’m grateful to my mother for giving me the opportunity to pay back the store clerk. What I learned was that wrong is wrong and repenting of wrong doings feels a lot better than knowing and feeling the guilt. I also feel that if you learn not to push away those feelings of guilt, and own your misdoings early, that it’s easier to respond positively and recognize sin before it happens. I’ve done other things in my life that I’ve felt bad about. I know that it’s better to deal with the consequences and own the wrong than to pretend it was okay or to blame others for things. It just feels better to own the guilt. “The truth shall set you free.” 

"We can help our children 

feel the joy of repentence... 

by helping them understand 

that it is a beautiful, 

ongoing process 

of change and growth." 

~Joy D Jones

Easter 2026

Robin and our sourdough bunny

This year General Conference was on Easter Sunday. My favorite talk was by our newest apostle Elder Gilbert who spoke Saturday morning. His soft voice and message of Jesus Christ spoke to me. It was a wonderful, spiritual day.

We also had some of our grandchildren visit. We had an Easter Golf Ball Hunt. The kids hunted for golf balls and they got different amounts of  candy according to the number stamped on the ball. I also made some sourdough bread and shaped it like a bunny. Also, to celebrate Easter, I made a "Resurrection Garden" with the help of Locke. A very blessed day.

Sourdough Tomb

Resurrection Garden

Rocket, Locke, Robin, Ben, Ed & Suzie