By Daphne Jemmett
At twenty I knew, and I knew I knew –
While at thirty, I wasn’t sure.
At forty I knew that I didn’t know
A lot I had known before.
At fifty I sigh, and wonder how
One who had known so much so young,
Can know so little now.
Flies … constipation … execution … is there anything the Church magazines of the past haven’t addressed? Here’s a missionary report published in the Juvenile Instructor in 1886 detailing scabies, or “the itch.”
Curing the Itch in Twenty-Four Hours
By Charles Henry Wilcken
During the Franco-Prussian war a large body of French troops took refuge in Switzerland, to escape capture, and according to certain rules of war among civilized nations, they were compelled to remain inactive, having retreated to neutral ground. While there they infested the portion of the country where they were quartered, (the east Swiss) with the disease commonly known as “the itch” to such an extent, that hardly a family escaped the dreadful scourge.
CHICAGO DAILY NEWS
16 March 1943, 6/1
Mormons Rent 20-Acre Tract to Grow Food
Mormons of Chicago, expecting a food shortage next winter, today announced plans for gardens and orchards that will produce vegetables, fruits and berries for canning 20,000 quarts of food during the late summer and fall. A cannery will be established to process them.
Bishop A.L. Williams, head of the Logan Square ward of the Chicago stake — or district – announced that 20 acres of excellent truck farming land on Grand av. not far from Mannheim rd., had been rented and would be divided into small plots for intensive cultivation by members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints here.
From the Relief Society Magazine, March 1951 –
She Shall Have Music
By Frances Carter Yost
The warm golden sunlight poured over the valley like butter and honey. The leaves of the climbing vine outside the window turned listlessly. As Ann Marley watched Parley working in the nearby field, time seemed to dissolve with the sound of his mower.
For three days now Ann had wanted to tell Parley about the spinet piano the Warrens had for sale, but every time he was around words congealed in her throat. If it had been a new washer, or a sewing machine, or even a deep freeze, practical Parley would understand the need. He would even get busy doing some dickering to see that she had it. But a piano, to Parley, would be considered a toy, something to play with. Parley wouldn’t want to pay his hard-earned money for a piano. Parley didn’t know either about the inward music in Ann’s soul, the deep desire which had somehow spun itself, through the years, into a hard ball of dissatisfaction.
Sixth Guild Meeting: March, 1944
By Dr. Frank W. Asper
Tabernacle Organist and
Member, Church Music Committee
Tempo, or pace, is common to all mankind. Yet, as the heartbeat varies in different persons, so the degree of tempo feeling differs, too. Psychologists point out that there are variations in responsiveness to movement in music according to the age, the country, the race, and the century.
It is a well-known fact that the metronome mark on some compositions are not correct, especially of the masterpieces written before Beethoven’s time, for the reason that the metronome was not then invented, and they have been put on by men who have edited the compositions. Unfortunately, most of the metronome marks in our own L.D.S. hymnal are too slow. They do very well in the tabernacle in Salt Lake City, where there is much reverberation and carrying over of tone, but they should be faster in the majority of our ward chapels, where a smaller and less ponderous body of singers tends to create a lack of interest if they sing at the speeds indicated.
By Evelyn Fjeldsted
If one can work a score of years
To prove a fact that few can see
And still, undaunted, can persist–
This is an unseen victory.
If condemnation one must face
Because of someone’s treachery,
If he can know that truth in time
Will free – this, too, is victory.
If through misfortune one has lost
His earthly goods and trusted friends,
If he with hope can build again–
This, we agree, is victory.
But if one can keep his faith and meet
With courage what must seem to be
The ultimate defeat of life–
This is the crowning victory.
David O. McKay at home in Huntsville, Utah:
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Think not, when you gather to Zion,
Your troubles and trials are through –
That nothing but comfort and pleasure
Are waiting in Zion for you:
No, no; ‘tis designed as a furnace,
All substance, all textures to try –
To consume all the “wood, hay and stubble,”
And the gold from the dross purify.
Eliza R. Snow’s hymn was written as a caution to those gathering to Zion that the streets of Utah were not paved with gold, and that newcomers, rather than being treated as heroes for their efforts to come, were expected to work harder than they had ever worked before. It was a needed caution: too often missionaries spoke too glowingly of conditions at home; too often converts focused on the goal of emigration without giving much thought to what would come after.
In a way, such emigrants were like brides whose every thought is on the wedding, with no idea of the hard work of wedded life that stretches beyond. Sometimes new arrivals, shocked by the barrenness of the desert, removed from the solicitous care of missionaries, were unable to cope; like a disappointed bride running home to Mother, they hurried off from Utah, sometimes bearing exaggerated tales of the horrors of living among the Mormons.
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