the Moore 4

I wanted to try and post a pic of my name sake (Burch) on my last post, but I haven’t been able to find a street marker in Ogden with the name. We stopped over at Gramma and Grampa Seamons house for Mother’s Day and after visiting/delivering a couple of pretend? citronella plants (plant story = another time/another post) – tried to find the way to Burch Creek Trail that Steve found for us on the internet.

We think we found the trail, but it didn’t have any clear markings so that was a no-go for any photos. Rats. I read a blurb about the trail on my way home via my iPhone; it’s a trail with over-growth and such. In parts, I think. Blah, blah, blah… whatev.

(Oh, this might have been the link to that info that I read.)

Anyway… I tried to find out more about ‘us’ online. There was a Daniel Burch that was noted and my Mom thinks that he was an uncle. So, maybe I’m not a direct descendant, but no matter, I’m still countin’ it!  Also, apparently Daniel was part of South Ogden – so now I know a little more specifics.

According to this record from the Church – I’m wondering if this was his whole family; wife and 5 children :)

I still would like to search more. I think that I should go to the city buildings in South Ogden for further research.

Oh, here’s a great link I found! (I’m ‘searching for past findings and info as I write this post, can you tell :) I think I read some of this before – but don’t remember it saying so much! (see History)

Final note: Daniel built a ‘gristmill’.

Hmmm… gotta find out what that is.

As I was beginning to say my bedtime prayers, something dawned on me. I had to stop and end my prayer quickly because I wanted to write it down. It felt that life-altering to me and so here I am.

I was in Ogden tonight for shopping. I thought, again, about how I might have relatives there unaware.

My thoughts as I was beginning my prayer tonight was, again, how I might post about this fact (being related to someone(s) in Ogden unawares) on Facebook. (oohhh, that ‘status’ bar…)

But then it kind of just hit me… I belong.

Here in Utah.

I have a place.

Here!

Because my mother is a Burch and my ancestors helped settle Ogden, Utah and always thinking (smilingly and mysteriously) that maybe I have relatives here that I don’t know… I belong here.

I really belong here.

Because of my real life blood-related family.

In the beginning of my life here in Utah, Oregon was still my home. In my heart. That feeling diminished over time from circumstances, but in it’s place, it left me feeling a little ‘displaced’. Especially now that I have a child in school and a house in a neighborhood. My experiences are what I draw on to live my life as a Mom but I am living a life different than what I knew. And it’s hard sometimes.

But now, I think when I wake up tomorrow morning, I’m going to feel different.

Different about being here in Utah.

Different about living here.

There is a part of me that is ‘Utah’. I know that sounds weird, and even I don’t even fully comprehend all this yet, (my analytical mind is gonna have a field day!) but I know it’s big.

I am a part of Utah. And Utah is a part of me.

What a relief.

And that something needs to be cali’s birthday party. i’ve to download the pics and download my brain’s info of that day onto the screen and send it out into cyber space, but i just can’t seem to do it. for the love of history, i’ve got to do it!! i shall pray, that’s what i’ll do; for the gumption so as i can record my beautiful cali’s day. it seems daunting and overwhelming… but i guess as one gets on the screen here as i am, the words flow. i’m flowing. do you think i’m flowing?

(read above title with Indiana Jones typeface and style)

Coming to a home near you!

oh.

it already came to my house.

but with Heaven’s Help…

I conquered! (phew)