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New York, Palmyra part 1

Left Tarrytown to head to Palmyra but first made a little pit stop at one of our favorite places:)


The drive from Tarrytown to Palmyra took approximately 4.5 hours. It was beautiful, but so much of the exact same thing - rolling hills with trees. Somewhere near the end we passed by Syracuse and through one of the many Finger Lakes. On the way through Manchester, we caught a glimpse of our first Church History site -


The Hill Cumorah. It was exactly how I pictured it would be. The original hill looked exactly like this - the north side "without timber, the surface being cleared; and a short distance further left you are surrounded by forest" We tried to guess where it was the plates were buried and by the description given by Joseph Smith, it was somewhere on the west side of the hill, not far from the top. Maybe here;)


We stayed at an Inn, near the entrance to Palmyra within walking distance to the Sacred Grove. Probably the nicest place to stay in the area.

Woke up the next morning and headed to the "Muddy Waters Cafe" for breakfast/lunch. Amazing food with an incredible view of the Erie Canal. YUMMY!

 Took a tour of the Joseph Smith home and property which included the Sacred Grove. There are so many things that touched me about this section that I don't even know where to begin. First, the home. A small log cabin, approx 500 square feet that 10, then 11 people occupied. I will give them one thing - they did utilize their space well- no corner left unused.



 This is a picture of their table with a copy of the Bible, opened to James 1:5. I love this table and what it represents - all of the love, nurturing and learning that took place in this small room. "Through small and simple things, great things come to pass..."

This is the room that Joseph shared with 5 siblings. I always pictured him in a room by himself. Again, amazed at what amazing things happened in this small, simple space. Below is a picture of the original painting of Moroni's visit to Joseph in this room:

The Smiths owned 100 acres (and then I think one of the brothers bought 80 more), purchased at $2.00 an acre. The home above is the "frame house" that Alvin started to build for his parents.

The plates were hidden in different places for a number of reasons. The two pics below are a few of those locations.



After Joseph had given the 116 pages to Martin Harris, he traveled back to his home to check on them. It was at this table Martin told Joseph what had happened to them.


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Unknown said…
Hi Bee!

Guess what? That area you visited is the exact same area that we lived in when Jer was playing baseball. We lived in Auburn, but visited the finger lake all the time (we lived closest to a town that I can't spell - it's like skenealatalas or something like that).
May 24, 2011 at 7:15 AM
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