In June 1953, leaders and members of the Southwestern Indian Mission met at the mission home in Gallup, N.M., to explore the necessity to improve the translation of Mormon terms and concepts into the Navajo language. This photograph shows the group who gathered there – most of them Navajo Latter-day Saints who were native speakers of Navajo, with Mission President Golden R. Buchanan, and a few English speaking Latter-day Saints who had lived among the Navajo and had at least a rudimentary knowledge of the language. I wish I had names to add to this photo, but I do not.
From the Relief Society Magazine, September, 1946 –
A Shelter for Their Hearts
By Maryhale Woolsey
Madge had known it would come, known that the storm must break. It could only be a matter of time — time, and a final inciting incident. And there seemed nothing she could do about it.
Vaguely she blamed herself … and, yet, she knew that if anyone was to blame, it was Coralee’s mother. For, after all, Coralee was a younger edition of Carol Santley, gaily thoughtless and selfish and irresponsible.
Carol always had played the pretty martyr to her babyish golden-haired daughter, bemoaning the insufficiency of the annuity her late husband had provided her – which, with any capable management at all, would have been ample for the comfort of both. Carol was accustomed to deposit her child, now and again, with relatives or friends, for times varying from an afternoon to a couple of weeks or more, so that she could go away for a “rest.” Still, Coralee adored her mother, and was evidently bent on following in her footsteps.
Many of us have joined in moaning over the endless “crafts” that we used to do too often in the weekday-meeting-that-used-to-be-called-Homemaking, looking back fondly to the days when the Relief Society produced “real” items like quilts and rugs, and clothes and aprons for the fund-raising Bazaar, and even, perhaps, plastic grapes. Even quilting, though, was not the purpose for gathering in Relief Society for handiwork, as this editorial from the Relief Society Magazine of 1936 urged our mothers to remember.
“The Fundamental Purpose of Our Work Days”
We fear that many in their pleasure in mental activity are losing sight of the primary purpose of our work sessions. While we appreciate the excellent cultural departments which many of the organizations have inaugurated for their Work and Business periods, we call attention to the fact that the origin of Work and Business in our Relief Society was to care for those who were in need.
It is a desirable thing to gain skill with the hands. It is an art to be able to fashion artistic clothing and to make things that are useful and beautiful. Through our organization many women have become expert quilt makers, have learned to make most beautiful rugs, flowers, cushions, luncheon sets, etc. Surely learning to do and execute such work is valuable. Let us not in our joy in mental activities lose sight of these things.
I’m one of those Sunday School teachers, apparently common in the Bloggernacle, who bases lessons on the assigned scriptural passage but who seldom presents the material as it appears in the lesson manual. For one thing, the members of my class are all life- or long- time members of the Church, thoroughly familiar with the gospel and the way we have taught the scriptures for generations. Asking the manual questions, which often amounts to little more than reading comprehension questions, just isn’t what is needed. We need to stretch beyond “and then what happened? and then what did he say?”
I have always felt obligated as a teacher to use the purpose statement identified in the manual, along with the specific chapters of scripture. I might approach that stated point through a different path and by asking a different set of questions, but if we’re supposed to talk about charity, or missionary work, or repentance, then that’s what we’ll talk about even when the assigned passage could easily be taken in other directions.
Lesson 13, though … I couldn’t do it. That bothers me, and what is blogging if not an opportunity to work through that?
Lesson 13: “I Will Give unto Thee the Keys of the Kingdom”
Purpose: To strengthen class members’ testimonies that Jesus is the Christ and that the priesthood keys bestowed on the Mount of Transfiguration have been restored.
1. Jesus heals the daughter of a Gentile and feeds more than 4,000 people.
2. Peter is promised the keys of the kingdom.
3. Jesus is transfigured before Peter, James, and John.
First Flea – Have you been on a vacation?
Second Flea – No; just on a tramp.
A Sure Thing
Jim: “Ever see one of those machines that can tell when a person is lying?”
John: “Seen one? Lord! I married one.”
21 May 1856
Worcester, Nov. 12th, 1855.
Editor Deseret News: –
Sir – I left G.S.L. City, on the 9th day of Mar., 1854, in company with Elders Clapp, McGaw, Martindale, Toon, and several others, some omissions to the States, and some to England. Brs. Hodgkinson, Toon, James Foster and myself arrived in Liverpool, on the 19th day of August.
I was appointed to labor in the Worcestershire conference, under Pastor John Barker. For about two months I traveled among the saints living in straw thatched cottages among the hills in Worcestershire and Herefordshire.
I told them of the good spirit that prevailed in Zion, and encouraged them as much as I could, and I have felt much blest in so doing.
I was there taken down with pleuracy and inflammation on the lungs, and after I recovered, Prest. F.D. Richards sent me to Cambridge conference, to labor under Pastor C.R. Dana. I labored there about five months, living and working hard, and the God of Israel greatly blest me and increased my strength.
I am now laboring in my native place, Worcestershire conference. I feel well in the work; the city of Worcester is all alive with Mormonism.
From the Relief Society Magazine, April 1946 –
Martha Robeson Wright
Dr. Bowen’s hand was gentle on her arm, though his voice was firm.
“It could be much worse, you know, Rowena. It’s a clean scar; no infection, and it’s on the side of your face.”
Rowena Marshall sat stiff and upright in her chair. Her left hand was moving on her face, following the ridge from the left temple down to her neck.
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