Her-story!

I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway.

Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do.
Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed.

I was born in Prove, Utah.

My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died.
My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life.
Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump.
For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.

I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.

[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

We live in perilous times when many believe
we are not accountable to God and that
we do not have personal responsibility
or stewardship for ourselves or others.
Many in the world are focused on
self-gratification, put themselves first,
and love pleasure more than
they love righteousness.
They do not believe they are their
brother’s keeper. I
n the Church, however, we believ
e that these stewardships are a sacred trust.”
Quentin L. Cook,
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