I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Keepapitchinin is my personal blog.
I “represent” the Church only in the same general way that all of us who are members “represent” the Church – others look at me, at us, read my posts and your comments, and form some idea of what it means to be a Mormon. But I do not – have never claimed to – represent the Church in any official role. What I write here represents my own personal understanding of Church history, of doctrine, of our way of life. I do not presume to speak for the Church as a whole, or any branch or department or ward or auxiliary or any other subdivision of the Church. What you get here is me, not the Church.
I know that all of you who are regular readers understand this. You would never be so foolish, or so naive, or so reckless, or so timid, or so hateful, or so disingenuous, as to mistake me for the Church.
I do, however, also work for the Church, hired last year as a relatively short-term employee for a single project. I love the project and am putting my best efforts into it. I think it is the one chance I will have in this life to make any sort of lasting contribution, and I am doing my very best to do what this project requires.
Although I can distinguish between my employment and my private life (including Keepapitchinin, a completely private enterprise), and while I trust that all regular readers can distinguish between me and the Church, it seems that not everyone is capable of making that distinction. I do not understand how anyone who is intellectually capable of turning on a computer and navigating to this website can not recognize the difference between Ardis E. Parshall and The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but such people do exist.
So I repeat:
I am an individual; Keepapitchinin is my personal blog; I am not the Church, and do not represent it in any official capacity; all posts and comments by me which appear here are my personal views, my personal understanding, my personal opinions, and should not be mistaken as official views, teachings, opinions, or statements of the Church itself.
And I promise to try not to think of you as an idiot if you confuse the two. I may not succeed, but I’ll try.
The General Board of the Deseret Sunday School Union (David O. McKay, superintendent) answered questions in 1919 on “How to Conduct the Sunday School.” These answers are a leeeetle bit longer than most of those we’ve featured before; they’re worth skimming through, though, to get a feel for Sunday School practices a century ago. Back then, for instance, Sunday School lasted two hours; the minutes of the previous week were read in opening exercises (how exciting that must have been!), and classes reassembled in the Sunday School room at the end of those two hours for “closing exercises.”
Question: when should the Sunday School prayer meeting be held, and what should be the order of exercises? What should be done with the prayer meeting when the Teacher-Training class is held Sunday morning?
Answer: the object of the Teachers’ prayer meeting Sunday morning is to unite the minds and hearts of the teachers, and center their interests, under the influence of the Holy Spirit, upon the teaching of the children entrusted to their care. This exercise should begin promptly at 10:10 Sunday morning, the order of business being:
From the Relief Society Magazine, July 1960 –
In Memory of Miss Ollie
by Pauline L. Jensen
No one ever knew the reasons why Miss Ollie and her parents chose to settle in our small Midwestern town. It was, indeed, a far cry from the Massachusetts coastal village where Miss Ollie’s father had plied his trade as a sea captain. The town seethed with curiosity, and the most popular belief, and one that endured through the years, was that Miss Ollie had been disappointed in love, and that her parents had taken her as far from the scene of sorrow as was possible. Born and bred in the tradition of New England, Miss Ollie kept her counsel, and if she cherished any grief, it stayed within the confines of her heart.
There certainly was nothing to indicate a grieving maiden about Miss Ollie. With her small, erect figure, and dark, sparkling eyes framed in heavy lashes, she was the embodiment of beauty as portrayed by the artists in the years just preceding the twentieth century. Her blue-black hair was pulled severely back from the oval face and fashioned in a bun at the nape of her neck. This only served to accent her patrician features and emphasize the luminous quality in her eyes.
Seventy years ago yesterday on Totensonntag, November 24, 1943, a Mormon hero of the same caliber as our very finest historical figures in the Church was visiting his family for what would be the last time in his life on a hard-earned furlough from the Wehrmacht, where he served as an Unteroffizier (a “junior officer,” or “corporal”) in Hitler’s war machine.
East German Mission Leadership, 1940, in front of the Mission Home at Händelallee 6 in Berlin Tiergarten near the Victory Column. Front row from left: missionaries Erika Fassmann, Johanna Berger, and Ilse Reimer. Back row from left: first counselor Richard Ranglack, “mission supervisor” Herbert Klopfer, and second counselor Paul Langheinrich. Source: Roger P. Minert, In Harm’s Way: East German Latter-day Saints in World War II (Brigham Young University: Religious Studies Center, 2009), p. 26.
Sun. May 27, 1917
Nothing unusual. S.S. & meeting.
Mon. May 28, 1917
Sewing. The little Stewart children brought me a beautiful bouquette of roses, so I invited them & 5 of their little friends in & Sister & I served them with ice cream & cake.
Tues. May 29, 1917
Washed in forenoon. Later sister & I went with Elder Davis to buy a nice pearl brooch for him to take home to his mother.
Tired of Angling
Ole was in the courthouse and stammeringly asked for a license.
“Hunting license?’ asked the clerk.
“Oh, no. Ay ban hunting long enough, Ay want to get married now.”
“Alfred,” said his mother in a low, tense voice, “if you disobey me, I will spank you right here on the street.”
The little fellow looked up. “Mother,” he inquired with interest, “where would you sit?”
From the Improvement Era, August 1925 –
His Shoes in the Parlor
By Marguerite Cameron
Jane stooped to pick up Ed’s shoes. She had never felt so embarrassed in all her life.
“Perhaps my skirt is caught,” Mrs. Symes, Jane’s distinguished caller had excused, as she had tugged at her black serge.
“Allow me,” Jane had rushed to assist her in removing the obstacle. And there to her horror she had discovered no less an obstacle than Ed’s big everyday shoes. Dusty and scuffed they were and inside reposed his socks loosely rolled.
[This post, originally published on November 22, was removed to make life easier for a few people, after innumerable complaints by one unpleasant man. The post has been redacted and is reposted on December 3.
As any rational person can tell, Keepapitchinin is a personal website and reflects my personal views; it is not "a Church setting" and does not claim to speak for the institutional Church in any way. If you can't tell the difference, kindly stop reading now. Keepa is not for fools.]
No matter how many other peoples used them in whatever part of the world, there’s just something about covered wagons that immediately brings “Mormon pioneers” to the minds of many of us. That was certainly true when I first saw the two photographs featured here. But wait …
The Gospel Heralds
By T.C. Hoyt (Snowflake, Arizona)
There’s a face missed from the wicket of the teller at the bank,
There’s a saddle hanging dusty in the tool-house on a ranch,
There’s a new hand at the factory where one left the other day,
There’s a hired man that’s ploughing since the farm boy went away.
There’s to be another teacher in the village school next term,
There’s a company that misses a member of the firm;
The sheep upon the mountain for the time are in the care
Of a new though trusty shepherd, for the old one isn’t there.
The quarry in the canyon has a new man in the crew,
And a diff’rent brakeman signals when the train is passing through.
A merchant has a novice helping him to sell his goods,
And a new man tends the boiler of the saw-mill in the woods;
A mother or a sister have assumed, with willing mind
Work which an absent daughter, going elsewhere, left behind.
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After Hyrum and Ella Valentine returned to Utah in early 1917 from presiding over the Swiss-German Mission, Hyrum spoke in April General Conference.
First he thanked the Church for the help it provided the members in the war-torn areas. Then he told about the transition from having missionaries preside over the branches to having local members head the work. Finally, he told about the Swiss and German brethren who had been called to arms. “[F]ive hundred of our men from that mission … were taken into the war immediately, and of that five hundred we had lost thirty-four up until the time I left….[T]hese men were … in the prime of life and were the most vigorous, the most stalwart men that we had in the Church…” (more…)
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