Late Thursday night I decided to pull out my old baby book….to see when I had measles
(since they are so much in the news right now here in California).
Sure enough, it was June 1958. My Mom kept such good records.
But I also found something in my book that I don't think I'd ever seen before.
My Mom must have put this in there years ago….all nicely typed and slipped into a sheet protector.
Why had I never noticed it before now?
She wrote this when she was 32.
I have sons older than that now!
She wrote about what it was like the very first time she attended the Mormon church.
The hopes and dreams she had for her children at the time.
And what it was like the day the Mormon missionaries knocked on our door in 1955.
My brave little mother.
The happiness and joy that has spread to all of her children and grandchildren,
and now great grandchildren,
since that day in 1955 is immeasurable!
Mom and Dad in front of the St George temple in 1959
Mom and Dad with Derald Bates, one of the missionaries who baptized them in 1955.
She kept in touch with their missionaries all throughout her life.
I am so thankful for my parent's courage. I owe them so very very much.
They chose a life different from their parents, their friends and everyone they knew at the time.
But wait, there's more….
Last month my brother John found some things of Mom's he thought I might be interested in.