The young lady at the picnic (Updated)

I recently got my hands on a digitized copy of my grandpa Henry's home movies. There's no audio, but I'm still fascinated by video evidence that my dad, aunts and uncles were all once hyperactive children in short pants. My late grandmother Dezzie is seen wearing a dress and high heels...on a family camping trip. It was the 60's. Apparently REI hadn't been invented yet.

Then there's the ward picnic -- which looks pretty much like every ward picnic I've ever attended (just different hair styles). As grandpa Henry pans across the proceedings -- he paused on a young mother with her two little boys. Grandpa didn't realize it at the time, but he was looking at the future grandmother of his great-grandchildren.

She's in our thoughts and prayers.

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Update: William Wordsworth, the English poet, expressed truth when he wrote:

   Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;

       The soul that rises with us, our life's star

   Hath had elsewhere its setting,

      And cometh from afar;

   Not in entire forgetfulness

   And not in utter nakedness,

       But trailing clouds of glory do we come

       From God who is our home.

Ardythe has returned home.