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Show the basement and described as "trousers," a button-up denim shirt, and a red handkerchief tied around my neck. When I asked my mom what the handkerchief was for she said it was "festive" and "just might come in handy." They told us to wear authentic pioneer clothing, and since neither I nor my mother really knew what that meant, she convinced me that it was something like this. Looking around the church parking lot, I noticed the clothing requirement had been followed very closely by some, and hardly at all by others. Kristina was wearing a dress and a bonnet like the outfits worn by the polygamists on the Utah-Arizona border we saw on TV. I told Cody that I didn't think the pioneers wore Utah Jazz t-shirts, though he made a good point that they probably would have had the team existed back then. Brother Anderson gave the opening prayer. He said, "Heavenly Father, thank you for allowing this opportunity to follow in the footsteps of our ancestors. Please keep us safe on our journey. May the minds and spirit of the youth be melded according to Thy will. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen." I revived the fantasy of sneaking away, but still couldn't come up with a plan that would work. So, with nothing else to do, I climbed into Brother Anderson's red suburban and looked out the window while I prepared myself to walk. After we transferred everything from the suburban to the handcart, our pioneer parents, the Peters', said that the priesthood holders should pull the handcart. Kristina objected to this, and said she could do it just as well. I liked the |