From the Relief Society Magazine, 1948 –
By Belle Watson Anderson
At last came the click of the old hedge gate, the familiar creak of its rusty hinges, and Jane knew her waiting was at an end.
Andrew Rumgay, her fiance, was not one minute late, yet it had seemed to her that she had waited forever for his coming tonight. She opened the front door and saw him leaning against the luxuriant hedge that grew in front of the Allison home.
The moon was resplendent, silvering the beautiful village of King’s Kettle.
Andrew called excitedly to Jane, “What a wonderful picture to carry with me to America!”
The Tithing Yard was across the street from Temple Square, on the site of today’s Joseph Smith Memorial Building (Hotel Utah) and extending north toward where the Relief Society Building now stands. (The date of 1900 is a rough estimate: The temple has been completed and landscape is filling in, so it’s past 1893, probably by several years; it’s before 1909 when construction began on the Hotel Utah. I welcome a more precise date from readers who spot other clues or know of a documented source.)
You know the legend of Daedalus and Icarus, right? Daedalus makes a set of wings for his son Icarus, out of feathers and wax. Icarus disobeys his father’s caution, flies too near the sun, his wax wings melt, and he falls to earth. Here’s an unusual depiction of that legend, from the 16th century Flemish painter Pieter Bruegel the Elder:
If you don’t know this painting already, you might have to hunt for it. You see that pair of legs kicking in the water, toward the bottom right corner of the painting? That’s Icarus, after he’s fallen. The joke, of course, is that everybody else – a fisherman, a shepherd, a plowman, anybody on the nearby ship – is so intent on their own day-to-day affairs that they don’t even notice the extraordinary being in their midst.
Lesson 31: “And So Were the Churches Established in the Faith”
1 Corinthians 2
Purpose: To help class members learn from Paul’s teachings about how to share the gospel and how to live as Saints.
1. Paul, Silas, and Timothy preach throughout Macedonia and Greece.
2. Paul preaches on Mars’ Hill to the Athenian philosophers.
3. Paul writes letters of counsel to the Saints in Thessalonica.
SCRIPTURE DISCUSSION AND APPLICATION
[Sketch illustrative diagram on board during activity: say, two circles to represent Judaism and Christianity, coloring in “lunatic fringe” at appropriate time, a connecting arch at the top to represent shared origins, etc. Write “21st century” somewhere, to be altered to “1st century”.]
May 10, 1947
We had a Missionary Report Meeting today. It started at one and lasted until 5:15. It was a good meeting – my chair got a little hard, tho. There is a swell group of missionaries in this district, and we have a wonderful man for District President – his wife is the same. We are going to see if we can’t put out more Books of Mormon and will challenge the district that put the most books out last month to see if we can’t put out more during the month of June.
After the meeting Sister Hawkes served us chili, sure was good. Elders Hadfield and Burton came just as we finished eating – we had looked for them to come to the meeting but they couldn’t make it. Elder Burton brought his colored slides and that evening showed them to all of us who were still there. They are staying in our room at Bennyhof’s and we are over to Virginia Allen’s. She is in Petaluma tonight. We have never been here before and tried three rooms before we got the right one. In the second one we had laid down our things and I was starting to get ready for bed when Sister Winters opened the closet door to hang her dress up and noticed that none of the clothes in there looked like Virgin[i]a’s. But we’re in the right room now.
“What did you take at college?”
“A course in husbandry.”
“Then why did they give you a bachelor’s degree?”
From the Relief Society Magazine, September 1950 –
An Apple for the Teacher
By Lydia Bennett Egbert
Mrs. Bently had just finished her breakfast dishes. She dried her hands and drew aside the crisp ruffled curtain from the window to watch the school children surging by, and yearned a little when she recalled the years when her own had been among the happy throng on that always excitable first day of school.
Gradually, the sound of clattering feet and merry laughter faded away, and Mrs. Bently might have turned from the window had her eye not caught sight of her thriving young apple tree standing bright and green against the white picket fence. Only in its fourth year, it was already beginning to bear, and the dozen apples that she had watched with anticipation all through the summer months now hung ripe and red.
John Charles Hailes, born in Reading, England, in 1881, wrote a letter to the Latter-day Saints of Great Britain in the fall of 1908, about his conversion to the Church:
My Dear Brethren and Sisters,
I am serving on board the first-class battleship Vengeance, Home squadron. I feel desirous of bearing my testimony with regard to the truth of Mormonism, and relating how I found the truth.
From my childhood I always had a desire to serve my Creator, but my mind was always confused. I used to think when a child that every country had its own religion: England, Church of England; Ireland, Roman Catholicism; Scotland, Presbyterianism; and so on. Of course, as I grew older I learned that my idea was absurd.
I was drafted to China in 1903 on a foreign commission. During my stay out there I associated a good deal with some of my shipmates who were of the Wesleyan faith. Although I could not see much in their belief to admire, it brought me nearer to God. On one occasion a chum and I knelt down and asked God to forgive us our sins, and we would try to live a better life. Although I had never been addicted to drinking or smoking, my conscience told me I was not obeying the commands of my Heavenly father as fully as I should. I became very desirous of being right with God. I visited the Church of England Cathedral in Hong Kong, but I was not satisfied with what I saw and heard there.
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A Dream Come True
By Uva May Carter
Some of my dreams, I know, will ne’er come true,
But come what will, I’ll still have this to say:
That I have sat in that historic place,
Head bowed, and heard that mighty organ play:
Soft melody that tells a tale of dreams,
Triumphant strains proclaiming dreams fulfilled,
Deep, throbbing notes that speak of wondrous faith
To work and strive and do all God has willed.
I closed my eyes, and I could almost see
Those Pioneers who built that sacred place,
Whose faith and toil and sacrifice have reared
A monument that time will ne’er efface.
I wonder if that organ tells to all
The story of those faithful Pioneers,
Their faith and trust, the heritage they left
To which we must be true in coming years.
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