The New Day
by Hazel K. Todd
Synopsis: Lynn Marlow, a dress designer, who lives in Chicago and is engaged to David Talbot, returns to Springdale, her home town, to visit her Aunt Polly, and to find out if she has really forgotten her love for Johnny Spencer. Johnny had married a Southern girl who had died, leaving two children. After her arrival in Springdale, on her way to her aunt’s home, Lynn meets Johnny’s children.
By the time Lynn reached the turn in the trail where she must leave the path along the stream, and climb the little hill which led to the small brown house where she had grown from childhood, she was very much ashamed for allowing herself to be so disturbed. She had mostly replaced the pounding of her heart at seeing Johnny’s children, for the new excitement of meeting Aunt Polly. And again the dread arose in her of finding something wrong.
A publication of the Hawaiian Mission –
A tribute to Joseph Smith by the archetypal Mormon composer Evan Stephens reminds us of the birthday anniversary of Joseph Smith, born on December 23, 1805.
I know it’s Bloggernacle chic to roll eyes at the intrusion of Joseph Smith into the Christmas season, to complain about “Smithmas” or about late December sacrament meetings with a Joseph Smith rather than Christmas theme, and to be dismissive – or derisive – about anything which, on the surface, seems to conflate Joseph Smith with Jesus Christ.
I would say, though, that there are at least two other points to make:
From the Improvement Era, December 1930 –
The Daughter of a Fool
By Blanche Kendall McKey
Illustrated by Paul C. Clowes
On Christmas Eve, the night before Eileen turned eighteen, she laid her hand timidly upon the handle of her mother’s dressing-room door. A high-pitched voice within gave a command, and the maid’s low monosyllable answered it. Eileen withdrew her hand quickly and stood a moment undecided. She fingered nervously a letter which she carried, then slipping it into a pocket in her dress, she rapped timorously upon the door.
Her mother, who was seated before a triple-mirrored dressing-table, turned as she entered. Even in the flare of the strong lights surrounding her the woman’s luxuriant, marcelled hair betrayed artificial bleaching. Upon one cheek there was a daub of unblended rouge.
“This is no time to interrupt me,” she said irritably.
“I know,” replied the girl in a low voice. “I’ll only stay a moment. May I – may I go to New York on the early morning train?”
By L. Mitchell Thornton
A little black dog with a wistful eye
Stood in the gutter as I went by;
And he wagged his tail in a friendly way.
But I told myself that I would not stay
To get a puppy, who chanced to see
A gullible passerby in me.
I walked a block, but I couldn’t find
A single thing I could keep in mind
Except the look in a wistful eye
And a tail that wagged, as I hastened by;
And all the things I had counted great
I found could, every one of them, wait.
The air was damp, and the sky was grey,
Hard to be friendless on such a day;
So I turned at the corner, just to see
If a small black puppy had followed me.
And there he was in the chill and fog –
And that’s how Casper became my dog.
From the Children’s Friend, 1937.
More questions regarding Sunday School procedure — links to other parts at the bottom of this post.
Question: Briefly explain the proper method of administering the Sacrament.
Answer: The Bishopric who have charge of the administration of the Sacrament in the Sunday school should provide all of the necessary details which consist of a proper stand upon which the vessels are placed, proper white table-cloths both underneath and over the Sacrament vessels, clean white bread without crusts, clean fresh water, and a sufficient number of vessels for the bread and enough cups for all of those who are assembled, also elders or priests, preferably priests in the Sunday School, and teachers and deacons to pass the Sacrament.
During the second song the priests, having clean hands, break the bread and, as soon as the Sacrament gem has been recited one of the priests kneels and asks the blessing upon the bread in a clear voice, and if possible without reference to book or card, repeating the words exactly as given in the Doctrine and Covenants. The teachers and deacons then, having clean hands, pass the bread to the assembled members of the Sunday School and after having done so return the vessels to the table. The blessing upon the water is asked under similar conditions and circumstances, and the teachers and deacons pass the water to the assembled members.
From the Relief Society Magazine, 1960 –
Grandma’s Surprise Packages
By Frances C. Yost
Grandma Benson let her tired hands rest in her lap. It was Christmas Eve and she was ready for it. Why, she had a lovely surprise package for every one of the twenty-five members in her family. This should be a time for real celebrating, the eve of Christmas, but her heart wasn’t in it.
There was a hurt in her heart she just couldn’t shake off, and it wasn’t something she could talk over, or confide in anyone. She just had to go on bravely smiling and loving all the family as she always had. Some hurts were best that way, left alone.
Here’s the stationery of a man offering his services to George Q. Cannon in 1894, “should [you] nead the Services of Compident men in my line.”
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The New Day
by Hazel K. Todd
Synopsis: Lynn Marlow, a dress designer, who lives in Chicago and is engaged to David Talbot, returns to Springdale, her home town, to visit her Aunt Polly. She recalls the love she used to feel for Johnny Spencer.
When Lynn reached the stream deep in the willows, without even remembering what Mr. Jensen had said, she seated herself on a smooth white rock and pulled off her high-heeled pumps and her nylons and dipped her toes into the gurgling water. It was sharply cold, telling of melting snow somewhere up the mountainside. But after a few minutes her feet became accustomed to the cold and she was lost to the tingling sensation, lost because hundreds of memories floated to life among the willow trees and whispered to her from the cobblestones.