Finally – at least 40 hours after I first became aware of it – AOL has admitted that its mail service has been hacked and that spammers are sending out what by now must be millions upon millions of spam messages. My primary email service is AOL, and I feel like at least a third of those gazillions of spams have gone out under my name.
The hacker is not actually sending mail from within my account. My address book was stolen, and my address is being spoofed. I changed passwords at 4:00 a.m. Easter morning – the spammer was locked out, but still he continues to send forged messages. It is not a virus, although the links being sent out may or may not be viruses. Changing my password again will not help; running anti-virus software will not help.
I have been alerted by concerned friends at least 200 times, and I have tried to respond personally to each alert. After all, if you were courteous enough to warn me, you deserve a courteous response.
By Florence Wightman Rowland
Some men have cried:
“We chose a lonely nook
Where we could pray to Him
And read His book.”
And some have built
Their fences high and said,
“We’ve never seen a child
In need of bread.”
And yet His Son
Was sent to teach this plan:
To live with God learn first
To live with man.
This is the hall in Berlin where the Saints met in 1925 –
We can replay at will the videos of recent Conference talks; we can turn to the printed Conference Reports for decades of past Conference talks; we can read the Journal of Discourses for many Conference addresses of the 19th century.
It’s much less common to know what an ordinary – non-General Authority – Latter-day Saint speaker said at any time in the past, especially in places far from Church centers. What did ordinary missionaries teach in all those street meetings in Europe? What did local members preach in sacrament meetings in Australia or Japan? Unlike Conference sessions, those speakers didn’t have shorthand reporters taking down their words. Yet it would be so interesting to know what they said – what principles they taught, what our ancestors heard at their first contacts with the Church.
Even so, I do still find occasional records of sermons given by Latter-day Saints. One of the most unusual times and places to have found such a talk preserved is the account below of a sermon given by one of the missionaries teaching in Calcutta, India, in 1851 – especially intriguing, because Emily Wittenbaker McMahon may have been in his audience.
Because of the Word
By Hazel M. Thomson
Ruth lay on the bed and wept for a longtime. Alone! Here in Kirtland on the edge of nowhere, the baby almost due, and Vic gone! And living among people, most of whom she still considered strangers.
At last, her fury spent at Vic for being able to even think of leaving her now, she sat up and looked dully around the tiny room. The house! That was it! With Vic gone she could negotiate openly and even be moved in the new house when he returned. She slid heavily from the bed, walked to the washstand and poured cold water form the pitcher. She splashed it again and again over her swollen eyes.
Soft white fur … a twitching nose and bewitching whiskers … sensitive ears … an elegant tail … Yes, behold, your Little White Lab Rat is a beautiful creature! But all my sources indicate that another white rodent, whose long ears are floppy, whose big feet are hoppy, and whose tail, rather than being long and pink like mine, is stubby and hairy, has left too many boiled Easter eggs in the homes of Keepa’ninnies. Never fear – I shall help you dispose of them in the tastiest way imaginable!
Last month we looked at cookbook prepared by a YLMIA in 1920. One of the recipes in that book was for:
6 hard boiled eggs
4 slices bacon
Crumbs of 1 small cracker
Sun. Nov. 17, 1918
After meeting we called up to see the new babies to Tepori & Pai, and Bebe & Makino.
Mon. Nov. 18, 1918
Children’s class. Rauana & Ruita came I to learn some new embroidery & tatting stitches. Corn pudding & eggs for Elders.
Tues. Nov. 19, 1918
Worked most of day on the Relief Society branch books, getting data for the annual report. While here at Hickueru the saints have been donating one shell a day for the support of the elders which has amounted to about $75 each for the Elders, which had been more than enough for their support during the five months they have been here, and has been a very great help to them.
– From the Relief Society Magazine, 1935
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Because of the Word
By Hazel M. Thomson
Synopsis: Ruth Ann Barker, who lives in the early 1830s in the Naumkeg Valley of New England, dislikes farm life and cannot decide to marry Victor Hall, a neighboring farmer. Ruth’s widowed father has been killed in an accident and Victor helps her take care of the farm. After a second visit with her cousin Claire Mayhew in Boston, Ruth Ann is still undecided about the proposal of Quinton Palmer. She visits her Aunt Marintha in Palmyra, New York, and hears about Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon. In the spring Ruth Ann returns to Naumkeg and marries Victor. Quinton sends an expensive set of china as a wedding present. Victor tells Ruth Ann that he is going to join the Church, and they travel to Kirtland, Ohio.
Although the weather remained pleasant through the last of the journey, when Vic finally brought the tired horses to a stop in front of the one store in Kirtland, Ruth had had enough of traveling. They sat for a moment, without speaking, looking around at the sleepy little town on the shore of Lake Erie. It had a mixture of houses made of adobe, log, and lumber. A young man, tall and well-built, hurried out of the door, stepped up on the hub of the front wheel and greeted Vic with a hearty handshake.