

I thought I would try posting a letter instead of a picture this time. If you click on it to enlarge it, it becomes legible. This one is from Joseph Thomas Wilkinson to his son SRW Wilkinson, my grandfather dated August 13, 1909.
Thoughts on life and living from down the road a ways.
Some people say they cannot believe in a God because if there was a God and he was good, he wouldn’t allow all the pain and suffering and hardships to happen to all of us. You have all seen the weights that joggers and walkers attach to their ankles and wrists to give them extra resistance. They are in good enough physical condition that they can’t get enough resistance in the time they have by walking or jogging without them to develop the desired strength and stamina. I think of handicaps and trials that we have in life in somewhat the same terms. The Lord knows our strengths and weaknesses and some of us are too far advanced to be able to develop sufficient spirituality, humility, or whatever other virtues we need without the extra resistance in this life.
The point is we have to have faith that God knows us and loves us enough that he will tailor our mortal experience to our needs so that we have the opportunity for the maximum possible development according to our progress thus far. It is this eternal perspective that the gospel provides that allows us to bear our trials and infirmities with patience and even, as some are able to do, with grace and cheerfulness. I always admire those who, like the sister in our ward who was paralyzed at a young age in an accident, can go through life with a cheerful, upbeat attitude in spite of handicaps and hardships. I wish I was more like that.
This is a wedding picture of my great grandparents (parents of SRW Wilkinson) Joseph Thomas Wilkinson and Jane Sarah Wells in 1881. She was his second wife. The first wife was Elizabeth Emily Wells, her half sister if I remember correctly, but may have been a cousin.
These are pictures of them in their later years.
This is the team my grandfather played on at the Branch Normal School in Cedar City. Harold Herbert Wilkinson #3, his brother who was 6 years older than him, was the coach. The guy in the center, J.W. Barton, was the faculty adviser.