I woke up this morning and looked out the window to see an eerie glowing orange pillar of smoke several blocks South East of my house. I wondered what it was, but went on getting kids ready for the day. I was somewhat aware that the phone rang, and that Stephen answered. Stephen ran up the stairs yelling to me to get out the front door, and that the Provo Tabernacle was on fire. He seriously ran out the door with camera and coat while putting on shoes...he went off to take some pictures.
Unfortunately I didn't have the camcorder battery charged because I don't know where the charger is...but here is what Stephen saw...
We will truly miss this beautiful and historical landmark in Provo. I know I haven't lived in Provo long...about 13 years is all. Which is really is a short time considering how old the building is, but it holds so many good memories for me. We always sat in the balcony for stake conference, my boys keep talking about how they loved to look down while the people were speaking. I hope they always remember this beautiful building for the good times, and not its tragic end.
