By Annie Malin
Sometimes I borrow mother’s scarf,
Her long kimono too,
Her slippers and her feather fan
Which is a lovely blue.
I put her bracelet on my arm,
Her necklace, too, I wear,
And with gold paper make a crown
To wear upon my hair.
And when I’m dressed I’m finer far
Than anyone you’ve seen,
And Daddy stares at me, and says,
“Why, this must be the queen!”
It’s fun to play at dressing up
And wear a royal gown,
But when I’m tired, I take it off,
And lay aside my crown.
’Cause then you see I’m just myself,
In my own clothes I’ll be,
Then Daddy says, “My girl’s come back!”
And Mother kisses me.
Latter-day Saints attending General Conference, 1926:
Jared’s comment that he had set a recently featured poem, “O Savior Dear,” to music, drew some requests to hear that music, resulting in this first of what we hope will be several guest posts. — AEP
I discovered “O Savior Dear” thanks to Ardis, and she has graciously welcomed me to share my music for that poem. You can print it below and listen in an inadequate recording here. Please, someone, perform it better!
How did I adapt this text, compose music, and write it down, all in the same day? Along with answering that question, I’d like to share some ideas and my story in hopes someone will feel inspired to “Go, and do thou likewise.”
From the Improvement Era, July 1951 –
Heart of the Home
By Jean Anderson
When the happiness of two of your dearest friends seems headed for a sudden breakup, you think fast. Out of the memories of the past may flash a sudden inspiration for a solution.
“Can’t we do something about Jim and Judy?”
“If you’re wise, lovable meddler, you’ll not interfere in neighborhood quarrels,” Dan replied.
“But they’re our closest friends.”
“They’ll not remain that way long if we try to order their lives,” said Dan, sprawled out over wing chair and hassock.
“So many marriages break up because of arguments over trifles,” I continued.
A business tourist named Joseph Lauer visited Salt Lake City while on a 1909 business trip and reported his visit in his hometown newspaper. In every way his was an ordinary visit, and he describes sights and events with which we’re all familiar. What interests me about this particular account, though, is that it came at a time when Mormonism was still recovering from the negative publicity of the Smoot hearings; more bad times were just ahead when various religious and women’s groups would raise a remarkable fuss over the silver service presented to the battleship Utah,to be followed by investigations in Great Britain, foul movies like “A Mormon Maid” and “Trapped by the Mormons,” and on and on – acceptance and peaceful times were still years away.
But as this report demonstrates, some tourists were capable of visiting the Mormon capital without a social or political agenda. Joseph Lauer was just a curious tourist. Through him we can see an ordinary day on Temple Square, and see what tourist guides were saying – even witness the famous “dropping of a pin” demonstration in the tabernacle that tourists still see today. We already know everything he’ll report to us – what’s fun is watching him report it without any hint of political commentary.
From the Relief Society Magazine, May 1952 –
It Happened One Day
By Edna Rae Madsen
Spring in Arizona is cool and pleasant. Bright cardinals flash everywhere; yellow grosbeaks fill the shrubs and bushes; mockingbirds sing all night long. The children go to school with no coats on. They skip and sing, play jacks and marbles, and hopscotch, long before their northern cousins.
However, I felt a bit lonely and dispirited in spite of the lovely weather; but that day something unexpected was to happen to change all my feelings.
Frank, my husband, taught music at the junior college, which was just down two houses and across the street from our place. As a special event there, Mr. Paul Bliss, the well-known pianist, was scheduled to play a concert. He was expected to arrive about noon on the bus from El Paso, and play at eight o’clock in the evening.
Forty-six years ago tomorrow, the newspaper of Corby, England – the Leader – published a front-page story under the headline “Pestering Mormons Under Fire.” The article featured the comments of Jack Stevens, the town’s councillor, who “called for a stop to their [the Mormons] onslaught on unsuspecting people,” and of the Rev. Ted Bale, Vicar of St. Peter and St. Andrew, that Mormon missionaries were “more difficult to get rid of than a door-to-door salesman.” He also claimed that we were not accepted as a member of the World Council of Churches “because of [our] ‘outrageous’ beliefs. … the Mormons are plausible and dedicated, I cannot help but admire their enthusiasm – but far from the Christian.”
One of the readers of that front-page story was James McFarlane Crawford, a man who lived in Paisley, Scotland. Mr. Crawford was not a Mormon, and as far as I know he had never even visited Corby. But he knew one young man working there, and he wrote a letter to the editor of the Leader in defense of that young man.
My Son Is a Mormon – and Proud of It
I have just read your article of the “Pestering Mormons” in the Corby Leader (February 21), to which you gave a front page spread.
I am a Scotsman born and bred. I was married in the Church of England during the last war, while in the Indian Ordnance Dept., to a Military Nursing Service Sister when we were both in service in India. We are the parents of one of your “Pestering Mormons.”
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Our Temple Mothers
By James Kirkham, Sr.
Mothers of virtue, truth and right,
Adorned in garments pure and white,
They’re guiding stars for those who will
Battle for truth and Israel.
Aiding those who enter in
To temple courts for blessings holy,
Redeeming souls from death and sin,
Their reward in heaven only.
Cheering those who are poor and aged,
Counseling our favored youth,
Helping up the lost and fallen,
Teaching them the ways of truth.
Then blessed be our temple mothers.
Ever cherished may they be,
Clothed in robes of righteousness,
Crowned with immortality.
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