I often run across tantalizing reports that I’d love to flesh out into Keepa stories … but there just aren’t enough details (no names, no identified places) to allow me to do any research. Here’s one such teaser from 1943:
An interesting story comes to us from a lady convert to the Church who lives in an isolated part of New Jersey. Her non-member son is with the armed forces in North Africa and has had very little contact with the Mormon people. One evening, while in camp, he was playing his mandolin and as he sought for familiar tunes, he plucked out the strains of “O My Father,” a melody retained in his mind from hearing the song sung at cottage meetings held in his home by missionaries a year or two ago. As he played, a companion exclaimed, “That’s a Mormon song. I used to go to their meetings in Connecticut.” Neither of these boys knew the words to this beautiful hymn but their desire to learn them was strong enough to prompt the one young man to write his mother for the little book, “Songs of Zion,” and especially the words to “O My Father.”
If I only knew the names and places, I could do so much with the germ of a post like this one!