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Andrew Sproul, Missionary: August, 1842; December 1846

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 21, 2014

Sunday, August 7th, 1842, E. Parley P. Pratt & E. John Snider’s visit to the Glasgow conference in the forenoon on the above date.

E. Pratt preached to the Saints assembled together. He commenced by saying, we have not yet arrived at the fulness of times. Man is not able to receive it all at once, no more than a tree can bear fruit when the sprouts come forth, when he showed us that we had as it were only begun to sprout in the things of the kingdom. He showed us that it was in the Temple at Jerusalem that the savior told his disciples to tarry till they would be endowed with power, & it was in an upper room of that house that they got the power of God & was endowed on the day of Pentecost. He said when the Saviour turned out them who were making merchandise, he said to is disciples, You are not to go but are to stop, so says he, it answered the end it was built for, & says Pratt, if they had not sinned against God their house would have stood to this day & etc. In proof of this Micah 3:1, to end, also Math. 23:27; Luke 19:42-44. He then spake of God’s dealings with his ancient people, how they needed revelation for every circumstance, both in war & peace at all times, & that they had the privilege of inquiring of the Lord concerning their enemies. Such as their strength & I they would go against them & if they would be successful & etc. All subjects of inquiry at the Lord & needed Revelation, & showed us that such would be the case in the last days, also after much valuable instruction on various things which my feeble efforts cannot do justice to, he closed, & E. John Snider told us his mission to this place, having got revelation from God to go to this eastern continent to make known his mind in regard to the saints, tithing themselves by giving a tenth over what they, the Saints, needed for the building of the Temple of the Lord at Nauvoo, with the Nauvoo House. He would say more next Sunday on this subject, the Lord being my helper, he said.

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Saturday Remix, 1934

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 20, 2014

Origin of “Nom de Plume”

Visitor: “And what’s your name, my man?”

Prisoner: “9742.”

Visitor: “Is that your real name?”

Prisoner: “Naw, dat’s just my pen name.”

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“Beside the Still Waters”

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 19, 2014

From the Relief Society Magazine, February 1954 –

“Beside the Still Waters”

By Mary Ek Knowles

Nathaniel Wellman wakened slowly that morning, and for a short, wonderful time he thought he was home in the big bed in the east bedroom. Any moment now, Sultan would crow that the day had begun, and the sun would spread a coat of pale gold on the window sill.

He lay there, eyes closed, and he smelled the lusty spring of newly plowed fields, the smells of horses and hay and the barnyard. He thought, got to get up now. Have to plow today. He opened his eyes then. He saw the five white iron beds in the ward, the thin old men who occupied them, and disappointment hit him like a blow.

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A Few Minutes in the North Weber Stake, 22 June 1919

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 19, 2014

FORTY-THIRD QUARTERLY STAKE CONFERENCE, JUNE 22, 1919

The Forty-Third Quarterly Stake Conference of the North Weber Stake of Zion was held in the Ogden Tabernacle Sunday, June 22, 1919, meetings being held at 10 A.M. and 2 P.M. This was the first conference to be held since September 1918,the 41st and 42nd quarterly conferences of December 1918 and March 1919, respectively, having been canceled because of the influenza epidemic. There were present of the General authorities, Elder Anthon W. Ivins of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, and President Levi Edgar Young of the first Council of Seventy. of the Stake Authorities there were present: Each member of the Stake Presidency; the Stake Clerk; each member and alternate member of the High Council; one of the two patriarchs of the Stake; all of the officers of the High Priests Quorum; 38 of the 40 bishops and counselors in the Weber County part of the Stake, and 40 out of the 47 members of the Stake Auxiliary Boards, a total of 102 out of 112 of these officers, or 91%. The attendance at the morning session was 850; at the afternoon session 701.

Sunday, June 22

10 A.M.

“Come, Come, ye Saints” was sung by the choir and congregation.

Prayer was offered by Bishop Myron B. Richardson.

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To Tract

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 18, 2014

To Tract

By Frank I. Kooyman

Dear Lord, another friend of mine
Has gone to far-off mission field.
Grant him, I pray, Thy power divine,
To be his armor and his shield.
And one thing, Lord, oh! may he learn,
Above all other things, in fact,
Which in the field are his concern:
With patience, zeal and love to tract.

He may lose courage, now and then,
When meeting ridicule and sneers,
But if he’ll try, and try again,
In faith, he’ll overcome all fears,
And soon will see the masses’ plight,
With pity view each wayward act,
Because they lack the Gospel light —
With patience, zeal and love he’ll tract.

And oh! what joy will swell his heart,
When he shall find truth-hungry souls,
Who’ll mend their ways, with error part,
And reach, in faith, for Gospel goals.
Be with him, Lord! He will succeed’
When by Thy power inspired and backed;
Bless him, that he may learn indeed
With patience, zeal and love to tract.

(1946)

“I Take Up My Pen”: Granite Stake President, 1928

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 18, 2014

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Doing Common Things in an Uncommon Way: Lesson II — Remembering

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 18, 2014

Another lesson in the 1923 Young Men’s MIA curriculum —

Lesson II. – Remembering

Memory and Recollection – Without our reminding power, our fund of knowledge would be limited to one notion. There would be one disconnected idea after another, a sort of drop, drop, drop, without the advantage of an increase available for use. And if our figuratively-speaking reservoir of knowledge should hold the information, the contents would be of no avail without the key of access – memory.

Remembering is of two general types: the spontaneous, or involuntary, and purposed, or voluntary. The latter is known as recollection. I meet a person and remember his face at once. I do not remember where I first met him, but I begin thinking and finally recall where our acquaintanceship began. At this point where thinking enters into memory, it becomes recollection.

Remembering and Forgetting. – We are constantly forgetting many things in order that we may attend to one. Our old mental associates graciously retire that we may entertain a new-comer, because of the impossibility of our being able to hold in consciousness more than one idea at a time. We cannot hold the idea of bread and the idea of butter at the same instant, but we can hold the combination, bread and butter.

We are in no way conscious of the process of forgetting, we are conscious only of having forgotten. We are conscious of being reminded, and we often say, “I am reminded,” spontaneously. We are conscious of recollecting, or reminding ourselves, by thinking in search of some lost idea or by making voluntary effort to see how much we know.

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Charlie’s Wife

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 17, 2014

From the Relief Society Magazine, February 1953 –

Charlie’s Wife

By Shirley Sargent

“This is it,” Charlie said briefly and turned away to pay the cab driver.

Oh, no, Ann thought, staring at the square box-like frame house beyond the sagging wire fence. Tired umbrella trees drooped, shading straggly flowers in the front yard, and stubble fields stretched out, surrounding the planted area. Horrible! how could you stand a place like this, she wondered, looking down at her dust-covered high heels. She could never call a house like that home. Never. Dust swirled as the cab drove off.

Charlie was beside her, his thin mouth twisting upwards, saying, “Well, honey?”

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“I Take Up My Pen”: Bureau of Information, 1928

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 17, 2014

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A Box of Home

By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 17, 2014

The box is about 2 inches by 3 inches, 1/2 inch deep, gift wrapped and beribboned. It’s a little the worse for wear, with one side flattened and the paper coming loose at the corners. It has a right to be somewhat shopworn, after having been carried in my coat pocket for months.

My mother gave it to me at the airport, as I waited for the airplane that would take me to the mission field in France and Switzerland, farther away from home than I had ever been before, or, indeed, than I have ever since gone. She didn’t need to tell me what it was – I recognized it from the “we’ve got a secret” look in her eye. It was a travel-sized version of the wrapped box she had given me a few years earlier when I went away to school.

It was a box of home.

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