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In His Own Words: Fred L.W. Bennett, 1921

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 16, 2015

It is a little over five years since I gathered with the body of the Church in Utah. I was a member of the Norwich conference, and like most of the other saints in the European Mission, looked with longing eyes toward the Rocky Mountains, Previous to my investigation of the teachings of the Latter-day Saints I had been indifferent to organized Christianity. As I became acquainted with the Mormon missionaries and observed their humility, and their courage in the face of mobs, not to mention the financial sacrifice they were making in order that they might deliver their message, I thought, “Surely these men are true followers of Christ. how wonderful it must be to live among them!”

In less than six months after I was baptized, I made preparations to go to America, to dwell among the latter-day Saints. During the five years that have elapsed since that memorable Monday morning when, with other members of my family, I set foot on the streets of Zion for the first time, I have had an opportunity of studying the Mormon people such as is given to few emigrants in the first five years, or the first ten.

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Saturday Remix, 1922

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 14, 2015

The Open Season

Little Boy: “I saw you kiss Sis, and if you don’t give me ten cents I will tell.”

Young man: “Here’s the dime.”

Little Boy: “Thanks. That makes three dollars I’ve made this season.”

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Forever Orchid

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 13, 2015

From the Relief Society Magazine, May 1955 –

Forever Orchid

By Frances C. Yost

May reigned as queen, with dandelions spreading a carpet everywhere. The air, fresh and invigorating,w as heavily scented with lilacs while late blooming tulips and early blooming peonies mingled their brilliance with the blossoming snowballs. The month of May reigned in all her glory, and tomorrow would be Mother’s Day.

Ora Mathews was busy cleaning her big house. It must shine from basement to attic for the children were coming homer … all except Julie. Ora thought of her family of grown children. She was proud of all of them. They were good citizens. They were all making a place for themselves in their Church and community. They were all practical and thrifty … except Julie.

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Prayer for a Son

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 12, 2015

Prayer for a Son

By LeRoy Burke Meagher

Give me a son who loves to run
With life full in his face,
Likes dogs and lanes and quiet rains
And kites the breezes race;
Who knows the creed of earth and seed,
And tends the precious flame
Of faith with care, by daily prayer
In Jesus’ holy name.

(1948)

“I Take Up My Pen”: Malad Stake Messenger, 1922

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 12, 2015

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On the Program: Woman’s Committee of the Genealogical Society of Utah, 1911-1912

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 12, 2015

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Miracles Do Happen

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 11, 2015

From the Relief Society Magazine, 1934 —

Miracles do Happen

By Claire Stewart Boyer

Characters:
Ann Cowan (Hesitant)
Rebecca James (Bitter)

Place: At Ann’s Home.

SCENE 1. 1926.

(At rise of curtain Ann and Rebecca seated in rockers near small table.)

Rebecca (in discouraging voice): It’s no use, Ann! Any way you look at it it’s all wrong! We women haven’t a chance. It’s just as hard as it was in pioneer days – only it’s different. We work from dawn till dusk just the same and Saturday night we’re not ready for the beginning of a new week at all. We’re not even ready for Sunday.

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“I Take Up My Pen”: Brigham Young Academy, 1894

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 11, 2015

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Thoughts on War, and Sorrow, and Peace

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 11, 2015

In September 1945, World War II barely over and its surviving soldiers beginning to come home, George Albert Smith addressed Church members (or at least those in the U.S.) about war. It is far from a triumphalist speech, as might have been given then; instead, it is one that renounces war, acknowledges loss, and offers hope.

Some Thoughts on War, and Sorrow, and Peace

By President George Albert Smith

Once again, through the goodness and mercy of our Father in heaven, we have lived to see the end of another war. This will mean that millions of God’s sons and some of his daughters may be permitted, in due time, to return to their homes.

What a terrible thing this war has been. It seems a pity that intelligent people will continue, from generation to generation, to make war upon one another and destroy one another, to spread sorrow and distress and to waste their substance, just to satisfy the selfishness of a few people who want to dictate terms to the world. And they cannot do it. It is not possible for them to do it. It is not their world. The world we live in is our Heavenly father’s property. We don’t own a foot of it. we may have a life lease on some of it, but we do not own it; and when the time comes for us to go from earth we demonstrate that we don’t own it, because we do not take any of it with us.

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The Emigrants Book

By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 10, 2015

The Emigrants Book

By Rhoda Watson

My brethren & sisters, now listen to me,
And what we can do by next year let us see.
If all our odd pence in the fund we can put,
What a picture ’twill make in the Emigrants book.

My brethren must give up Tobacca & beer,
Don’t go to amusements, companions may sneer.
If all your odd pence in the fund you will put.
What a picture ’twill make in the Emigrants book.

If we from Babylon our deliverance would make,
There’s many old customs that we must forsake,
And something each week, in the fund we must put.
What a picture ’twill make in the Emigrants book.

When we take our wages to Shopping go out,
There’s many things wanting we must do without.
If but a few pence in the fund we can put,
What a picture ’twill make in the Emigrants book.

Then when we look back at the end of the year,
You’ll be glad that you’ve left off Tobacca & Beer.
Pounds, Shillings, and pence, altogether just look
What a picture they make in the Emigrants Book.

(circa 1867)

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