Airfares vary greatly from day to day so I have a day in hand. Having done the tourist things in Salt Lake City, it’s probably a bit unkind to say that I’m glad that I don’t have two days in hand. But this is the world centre of the Morman Church and that means that it is an extraordinary place for genealogical records.
If you wander in, volunteers step forward to help and in no time at all you are busy putting your family tree together. It’s extraordinary – half an hour got me back to my grandfather’s great-grandparents.
I couldn’t resist a friendly question about the theology which lies behind all this – and that led to what seemed to me to be a slightly dubious conversation about those who have passed beyond the veil. But if they are to be measured by friendliness and helpfulness, these people are exceptional.
And since we are on ancestors – sign of age maybe on my birthday to be thinking about family trees and the like. My paternal grandfather, Canon David Hare Chillingworth, has been on my bookshelf for a while so I thought he deserved an outing on the net. A gentle, gentle priest. Not sure what he would have thought of me.