Sunday's Church History Adventures & Niagara Falls

This was our last day at the Church History sights. Some of you know how much I love to study church history and how grateful I am as I learn more and more about it. I have been studying it for the last year in institute and on my own. I was sad, yet excited to move on to our next destination of Boston. There is a wonderful spirit as you visit the church history sights, and as you hear the stories and learn more about how much the Smith family and the early saints sacrificed you can't help but feel complete gratitude. There is something unique about seeing it with your own eyes after your whole life growing up hearing the stories and learning of these wonderful places. It just reaffirmed my testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am part of a great and marvelous work and I know it without a doubt. Joseph Smith was truly a prophet of God who sacrificed a great deal to make the gospel possible in our lives today. Our Father in Heaven and our Savior were there with him every step of the way, leading him and guiding him. How grateful I am for the gospel in my life!!!
Here is the Radmall Family in front of the Palmyra Temple Sunday morning after church.

Bryan after 9AM church. He commented that it was really 7AM to him. That is why he looks so wierd.
The same goes for my silly brother Seth.

Here is the beautiful Palmyra Temple.
Mom and I in front at Palymra Temple.
Seth, Bryan, and I on the Palmyra Temple grounds with the Sacred Grove behind us. How I love these two boys. They make my life extra special and always remind me everyday how much they love me.

Every window on the Palymra temple was stained glass done by Willy Holdman of the Sacred Grove.

Palymra City Town Hall. All of the buildings are old fashioned like this on the main street.
There is still obviously a big stir with religion in Palymra. There are 4 huge churches with steeples on the main street in Palymra. This was a Baptist church.
The Methodist Church.
The Presbyterian Church.

The Episcopalian Church.
The Episcopalian church on the inside. The nicest man gave my mom and Bryan a great tour. I was only there for half of the tour.
The next few pictures are of old homes in the town of Palymra. We took them especially for my Aunt Jeanne. We thought she would love looking at them.
This is the garage to the picture of the house below. It has a rooster on the top!!
This home was built in 1840. I absolutely love it.

This was the funeral home. :)
We loved this house. My mom named it the gingerbread house.

This sign was for a home in Palmyra that was part of the underground railroad. The people involed with this were so brave. My mom especially loved this.
This is the home where part of the underground railroad took place.

Niagara Falls. GLORIOUS!!!!!
The city you see across the picture is part of the Canada side of the falls.
It POURED rain while we were there. Anything not covered by a poncho is soaking wet!!
We were freezing cold.
It was an absolutely spectacular sight.

The monument of Moroni and dedicated to Joseph Smith and the coming forth of The Book of Mormon on top of Hill Cumorah
These are the walls on the side of the monument. I only have a few of the sides posted here.

There was a small trail down the back side of the hill that was so pretty. My mom wanted a pictures of these funny mushrooms. Just before I walked in my dad sad I think some of those leaves in their might be poisonous. My mom wanted me to go anyway. I sacrificed for the happiness of my mom and I got a huge bug bite on the back of my leg while doing it. I love my mom!

The front side of the Hill Cumorah.
The Hill Cumorah Visitor Center. At night in the front round window they open the curtains and inside is the statue of the Cristus(I think that is how you spell it, like the one in the visitors center in Salt Lake), and they light it all up. It was really pretty.

Mom, Bryan, and I in front of the monument.
Mom and Daddy in front of the monument.

Our last stop for the day even though it was closed was the Whitmer farm.
The local church and visitor center at the Whitmer farm. Quite different from a chapel back home.
The Whitmer outhouse. Oh dear, I expect nothing less from a sixteen year old boy, but then again Aaron or Kurt would make this pose.

After our last stop at the Whitmer Farm we were on our way to Boston. We didn't arrive there until 2AM. Needless to say again, we were exhausted. But it has been quite the adventure. We are a lucky family. Thanks to a great mom and dad who make our lives extra spectacular in so many ways.