By Ezra J. Poulsen
Joe opened his eyes and stared unbelievingly at Anne, standing near his bed. “How – when – did you come?” he gasped.
Anne bent over and kissed him. “Never mind, dear. I’ve come; that’s all that matters.”
“I’m so sorry,” he said weakly, “I didn’t get you away from there before this happened. It must be terrible for you out there alone with the kiddies. Della was right. I should never have taken you away from town in the beginning. I’m glad you came. I want you to get Hadfield to take over. He can have the crop for anything he wants to give. You bring the children and come back to your mother’s at once. I’ll be out again in a couple of months – I hope.”
From the Improvement Era, 1949 —
In 1867, Brigham Young answered the question of a New Yorker –
You ask: “Can you not drop Polygamy, and still keep your present religion?”
It was not our wish to embrace or practice Polygamy. We had nothing to gain, – looking at the doctrine from the stand point which we occupied at the time of its revelation, – by its adoption. On the contrary, all our traditions and prejudices were opposed to it, and in favor of the institution of monogamy. But God revealed the principle and commanded His people to obey it, and we have done so.
We would be perfectly willing to drop Polygamy, or any other feature of our religion, if the Lord would command us to do so. But until He does so command we must practice the principle, and leave the consequences with Him. If the sustenance and defence of the principle depended upon us, then our position would be far from hopeful; but He has promised to sustain us and, up to the present, He has one so, and we still rely upon Him.
Communion at Midnight
By Lizabeth Wall
For a little quiet while
Let there be no one around;
Let not any footstep fall,
Nor a breath, nor sudden sound.
Let there be no snapping twig
Nor a rustling anywhere.
White-starred moments such as this
Only God and I must share.
For decades, George Q. Cannon and later the Sunday School issued one page outlines for lessons. From February 1928 –
We’ve read enough stories from the Relief Society Magazine to recognize the names of authors who had real skills. Other authors have not been quite so polished – we’ve speculated that the Magazine gave would-be authors a safe and friendly place to be creative in new ways. I think that the Relief Society’s purpose in publishing fiction was not only to give readers something interesting to read, but also to serve as that necessary encouragement for Latter-day Saint women to try something they otherwise would never have dared to do.
That speculation was strengthened when I came across this miniclass on short story writing, specifically for women who wanted to compete in the Magazine’s annual story contest.
From the Relief Society Magazine, June 1963 –
Essentials of the Short Story
By Rosa Lee Lloyd
This article is presented as an aid for the authors who are preparing stories for entering in the Relief Society Short Story Contest, which was announced in the May Magazine, and which closes August 15, 1963.
The beginning of every story must have five steps: first, the character; second, the setting; third, the reason; fourth, the problem; then, the fifth step, the emotional reaction of your main character.
These five steps can be stated very simply and in an easy way to remember: who, where, why, what’s doing, and how your character feels about it.
By Ezra J. Poulsen
Synopsis: Anne Raines, influenced by her sister Della, has persuaded her husband Joe to agree to sell their ranch home. Joe, planning to look for work in the city, leaves the ranch, and Anne, worried over the responsibility of looking after the place, feels a premonition of trouble ahead.
It was noon of the next day and Anne stood in the doorway, holding a telegram in her hand. The words seemed to melt and fuse together “… Joe seriously injured in automobile accident … in hospital … will write … Della.”
A flood of tragic experiences crowded the next few days. Joe’s condition continued doubtful. Della rushed back in her car and took Anne and the children to the city, where Anne hovered over her unconscious husband for hours before he even knew her. Then, there were many more hours of anxiety before Joe’s condition was considered fairly safe. Even then, he would have to spend months in the hospital.
This is a house in my ward in Salt Lake’s Avenues district. It still stands today, although it is considerably more dilapidated than in this photo from the late 1940s (sorry about the quality — it’s a scan of a photocopy made from a microfilmed newspaper). It was a sort of retirement home, a place where widows in my ward could have a private room, eating their meals together, and sharing a common room to receive visitors, with the ward picking up what expenses the widows themselves couldn’t pay, through its welfare program.
“Thus the war ends,” write the American LDS chaplains in Italy, in another of their monthly letters to the Latter-day Saint servicemen still in Italy at the dawn of the “Atomic Age.”
1 September 1945
Thus the war ends and a new day dawns … the “Atomic Age,” news writers call it – and Buck Rogers is outmoded in our time. Reams of paper have already been filled with speculation on the potentialities of harnessing atomic energy; for such energy is everywhere, we are told. Even the very ink on this page is made up of teeming millions of atoms, each one of which is a miniature solar system of protons, electrons, and neutrons, that, properly handled, can assist in doing man’s work. Was not man told to “multiply and replenish the earth and subdue it”? And yet somewhere deep back in our consciousness are rumblings of doubt and fear for the tragic prospect of the misuse of this great power in the hands of selfish little men. Surely, out of the morass of guesswork concerning its future, one thing must be evident. “Whether we wish it or no, the hour has come when we must be citizens of the world or see civilization perish.” That was said by Anatole France. to put it another way, Christ’s doctrine of the brotherhood of man, in our day, becomes not only the gospel of soul salvation but of physical existence. His way neglected spells man’s doom; observed, it promises that the neighborhood of today shall be the brotherhood of tomorrow.
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By Ora Pate Stewart
I have no right
to take your house apart.
But if it falls,
I will help you build
a better one.
I have no right
to trammel your faith.
But if it fails,
I will comfort you
I ask the same