Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

I picked a bucket of peas and took them to Sister Steed for she has company.
After reading this over I think I must destroy it before I die. So many things I have written are
just the way I have felt when I have written them. Things I never should have written down, just
forgotten them.
I will never learn to play the piano now. I’m just too dumb and have always been but I do enjoy
sitting down at the organ and playing and singing the songs out of the song book. I enjoy it so
much. Father is at the temple. He goes every day the temple is open. He looks after the new
ones. When there are no new ones he can come home while they go through the session. He
usually comes home about 3 o’clock in the afternoon.
1975. August 28 th
I was home alone all day. Father just came home from the temple. After this I must fix
something extra nice for his supper as they do not have supper at the temple now. We have
things I could cook but he always says all he wants is some bread and milk or something like
that. Some fruit is good between 7:30 and 8 o’clock.
1975. August 29 th
It has been nice today. It is Friday and Father has been home all day but he just sits and reads
most of the time. But that is better than being alone all day. He always goes down for the mail
and gets the groceries which make it nice for me. I just tell him the things we have to have and
he gets the meat or whatever he wants to eat, like cookies or ice cream. Shopping is not one of
my worries for which I’m grateful.
We have a good garden and a larger one because father worked up all that had been plowed this
year. So we have lots of peas, potatoes, cabbage, corn, and lettuce. I planted some little white
beans. They came up good but are not good to eat. The skins are like leather, so I’ll just have to
let them get ripe and have little white beans to eat next year. I’ll try to remember to get some
green beans as they are nice for a change from the peas.
Sara is making me a new dress. She is going to have a calling reception for us on our 50 th
wedding anniversary. All I want is my children to come and Father says that’s all he wants too.
But Sara has other ideas and it looks like that is what it will be.
It is a lovely day but everything is so green. It looks like spring instead of fall. Everything is so
green.
Glen has added a porch to his house. He’s still working away at it. It surely looks nice now.
He’ll be painting it soon I guess.
Sister Roberts is coming to get me to go Relief Society teaching tonight. This will be the first
time I have been teaching at night.
For the first time everyone was home. Sister Roberts does not like to go at night because she
has a large family, 9 children and some of them are small. Her youngest is 2 years old. The
older ones are in their teens. She comes and takes me in her car to do our teaching. Ours sisters
all live in the west part of town. The ladies we go visiting teaching are Freda Thomas, Marg
Dudley, Cathy Selk, Thelma Merrill, Don Merrill’s wife, and Nattie Brown.
1975. Saturday, August 30 th
We went to Sara’s today. Sara is making me a new dress and wanted me to come and try it on.
The girls are going to have a calling reception October 14. It will be 50 years that day since Ren
and I were married. Neither one of us wants a calling reception. We would rather have it our
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