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Here is an excerpt from my parent's mission blog, they are serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as Welfare Missionaries. These are her thoughts as she was preparing for a Conference. I thought it was appropriate to share it here on my family history site.
discovered it to be a Welfare/Employment form not too unlike some used today. It provided a heart-warming tie to my beloved grandmother as I realized that she did what I’m doing even before I was born. She identified those in need of work and connected them with those needing workers and endeavored to give them hope. She valued her stewardship enough to always carry her paper with her so that she would be prepared to gather information at any opportunity to do so. May I be so prepared to be of service to help those in need! Thanks to grandma for being an example of faith, charity, love, service and joy. Remembering her and her devoted service to mankind was an unexpected blessing of the Couples Conference. Now the task of implementing new insights becomes the responsibility of those who were blessed to be enlightened by this enjoyable and memorable occasion." - Sister Basso
So much is carried in a name. The importance of the name we are given helps identify who we are and where we came from. Through the great legacy that was left for us to follow we can piece together the faces of the past and help us create an eternal view of the future.
Pfc. Pililaau, a member of Company C, distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry and outstanding courage above and beyond the call of duty in action against the enemy. The enemy sent wave after wave of fanatical troops against his platoon which held a key terrain feature on "Heartbreak Ridge." Valiantly defending its position, the unit repulsed each attack until ammunition became practically exhausted and it was ordered to withdraw to a new position. Voluntarily remaining behind to cover the withdrawal, Pfc. Pililaau fired his automatic weapon into the ranks of the assailants, threw all his grenades and, with ammunition exhausted, closed with the foe in hand-to-hand combat, courageously fighting with his trench knife and bare fists until finally overcome and mortally wounded. When the position was subsequently retaken, more than 40 enemy dead were counted in the area he had so valiantly defended. His heroic devotion to duty, indomitable fighting spirit, and gallant self-sacrifice reflect the highest credit upon himself, the infantry, and the U.S. Army.
When I came home to process the images, this particular picture, I was unable to read the date at all and I could not make out the name very well either. I decided to go back to the cemetery and see if I could see it clearer. So with my kids in toe, I was armed with a bottle of water, flash light, bug spray, clipboard and was determined to find out more about this particular ancestor. Once I got to the cemetery, I tip-toed through the weeds and poison ivy and bent down to take a look at the tombstone. I could not read it at all other than the name Anna Nutt May. I tried spraying it with water, using the flash light to try and create a shadow and ran my fingers over the stone to see if I could feel the letters to no avail. I said another prayer and still couldn't see it so I moved on to the headstone right next to this one. I was able to read the next headstone and as I turned back to the first one, the writing became clear as day. The sun had shown just at the part that I couldn't read before and I could read it perfectly. Tears came to my eyes as I realized this was one of the small miracles that would and does happen as the Lord unlocks the treasures of our past and helps us accomplish the awesome responsibility to find and help our kindred dead.
On Sunday, I had an incredible day of findings!! So very exciting. I found out that my ancestors not only settled and founded Pottstown, but that more family ancestors settled the township I live in as well, North Coventry.

