From the Relief Society Magazine, April 1961 –
The Best-Laid Plans
By Maude Proctor
If I had known the anguish that telephone call the other morning was going to cause, I think I would have turned over in bed, pulled a pillow over my head, and stayed dead to the world while the bell jangled on.
But it is the duty of a Relief Society president to be available in case of calamity or catastrophe befalling any member of the ward, so I sighed and sleepily fumbled my way over to the noisy phone, hoping that no one would be stirring that early to gaze through the open window at my night-gowned, barefooted progress.
“Hello?” I asked hopefully, but I might just as well not have hoped.
“Good morning, Sister Jones!” came the particular tone of voice our bishop uses when he has something difficult that he wants the Relief Society to do.
Having a lousy internet connection through a lousy company with some of the poorest customer service on the planet (Virgin Mobile, I’m complaining about you AGAIN) means that I can’t post anything original today without tapping it out one-fingered on my iPad (which, fortunately, still works because its service is through a better company).
Sorry. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I do have some stories in reserve that I can post with one keystroke, so if I’m still crippled by Virgin this afternoon I can still post a story.
By Ruth Starkweather
They say baby sitters are hard to get,
But I wouldn’t know, for I haven’t tried yet.
They say life’s gay if you have a nurse,
But something restrains me besides my purse.
People apparently have no doubt
That when I’m at home, I’d rather be out.
They tell me, “Your job’s too steady.”
But in five years babies to go school …
And one year’s gone already!
Here’s a mini-report on the progress of the Kickstarter for the project that will keep me busy for the next few months: She Shall Be an Ensign, a history of the Church told through the lives of its women. (I apologize for bringing it up yet again for those who have followed the Facebook page, but not all Keepa’ninnies use Facebook.)
The project long ago reached its minimum goal, so it will be funded and I’ll get to write the book. Pledges have continued to come in – I had hoped for 505 backers, which equals 500% of the average number of backers of successful Kickstarters. The 505th backer made a pledge this morning, and a 506th followed shortly after. That broad support is staggering – and delightful and encouraging and giddy-making and humbling and is something I’ll lean on as I continue to work on the book.
As I write this, there is still about 14 hours during which the Kickstarter will be live – it runs until 10 p.m., Mountain Daylight Time, tonight.
From the Relief Society Magazine, June 1952 –
By Dorothy Boys Killian
Jane Cummings looked across the table at her blue-eyed Bill and wondered how on earth any woman could feel it a nuisance to have her husband come home for lunch.
“Wait till you’ve been married ten years instead of ten months,” her friend, Sandra, had chuckled over the phone this morning when Jane had said she was whipping up a pudding for Bill’s lunch. “You won’t want to have your day cluttered up with a man on your hands during the noon hour.”
“You’re looking at me rather fondly, my dear,” Bill said teasingly. “Have I unwittingly done something wonderful?”
Okay, friends, I’m back in the saddle and jumpstarting Keepa again after a two-week hiatus for other things …
In the second half of the 19th century, missionaries working within the United States generally bypassed large cities and focused on rural areas and small towns. It was easier for missionaries to live without purse or scrip in rural areas – rural people had a longstanding tradition of hospitality to travelers where houses were few and far between, especially where preachers seldom passed and were welcome guests, despite their being Mormons. If the elders couldn’t find an invitation to spend the night, outbuildings furnished shelter, or at the very least they could lie down on the bare ground. In cities, missionaries without means were merely vagrants. They couldn’t sleep on the streets, they could be arrested as panhandlers, and obligations of hospitality were less keenly felt when there were plenty of other homes or hotels where city dwellers could expect the elders to apply for the night.
Just before the turn of the 20th century, in a concerted effort by the Church to modernize its missionary program, missions were encouraged to establish what we today call “centers of strength” (they didn’t use that term then) in cities, where members could be organized into branches to serve as a nucleus of Latter-day Saint life.
Lesson 23: “Love One Another, As I Have Loved You”
Purpose: To inspire class members to follow Jesus’s example by loving and serving others.
1. Jesus institutes the sacrament.
2. After washing their feet, Jesus commands the Apostles to love one another.
3. Jesus teaches “I am the way, the truth, and the life” and “I am the true vine.”
[Draw timeline on board during this discussion, indicating women with Jesus immediately before and immediately after the events of Lesson 23.]
When Jesus was crucified, and buried, and resurrected, what women do we know were there?
Gardener: “This here is a tobacco plant in full flower.”
Lady: “How very interesting! And how long will it be before the cigars are ripe?”
Two elders were laboring in Scotland, one of whom was so new to outdoor preaching that he had successively prevailed on his companion not to ask him to participate in any of the services. This had been carried to a point where it was clear that a start would have to be made some time. So one evening, the elder of the two, having as usual opened the meeting with prayer and also preached the sermon, called on his companion to dismiss. With a nervousness that almost overcame him, but with sublime courage, nevertheless, the young man stepped up to the large and expectant crowd and – asked the blessing on the food!
From the Relief Society Magazine, June 1951 –
By Beth Bernice Johnson
Christine stared into the window of Berk’s Department Store for a long time. At last she started down the sun-filled street, walking slowly and undecidedly.
They are simply beautiful, she thought, with a stir of excitement deep inside of her. Exquisitely beautiful.
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From the Relief Society Magazine, August 1940 –
It Didn’t Matter
By Eva Willes Wangsgaard
For a long time Judith Rawson had wanted to try an experiment. There was something she had to find out for herself, because, when she had asked Mother, Mother had jerked her head up quickly and snapped, “Don’t be silly. You’re too young to be worrying about your complexion.” What did she mean “too young”? The time to make dark skin fairer was as soon as you found out how. Maybe that wasn’t why Arnold, whose father ran the bakery, had begun bringing the squares of gingerbread to Irma instead of to Judith, but she thought it was. All through the second grade he had had a chunk of gingerbread every afternoon for Judith, and now all summer when he came to play he gave it to Irma.