Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

And two little hearts were made glad.
When the boy just for fun, gave a kick and then ran, and down fell the house on the sand.
The girl for a moment stood shocked and surprised and tears to her pretty eyes came.
“I’ll never forgive him,” she sobbingly cried. “Oh how could my Jack be so mean?”
Years passed away and Jack went to war. But he never forgot his little playmate. And so
when the war was over Jack came back again,
And soon they were married and built them a house, one to last forever.
I loved to have mother tell me stories or read to me before going to bed. She would tell me
stories or sing to me. I often would say, “Sing it again”. She would sing the song about the two
little children playing in the sand. She could sing beautifully and she would sing to me and tell
me stories while I helped her with the dishes or when she’d curl my hair. I had lots of hair and it
was curly and she’d make it into long curls until I got in grade eight at school. When we
marched into the school some of the boys would take hold of my long curls and pull down, then
let go of them. I’d feel so bad. I remember one of the girls would put her arm around me and
say, “Don’t cry. They think your curls are pretty. That’s why they pull down on them. It’s not
because they don’t like you. It’s because they think they are pretty.” But I often went home
from school crying so mother said, “I’ll braid your hair like the other girls so I had two braids
with a ribbon on the braids.
1977. August 27 th
It is a lovely fall day. The leaves on the trees are bowing down with the wind for it is a windy
morning. Today Anne and Blair come over to say hello. They had been to a temple session.
This afternoon Ren took me to the 2 o’clock session. I enjoyed it very much. We were asked to
sit at the front as Adam and Eve. The Lord helped me so I got through all right, and I enjoyed
the session very much.
Father brought me home and is now working on his genealogy work. I wish I could do
something about mine but I’m not very smart and know nothing about getting names. I wish I
could just remember to go and take a name through more often.
Father is now writing out some names he got in England. I helped to copy them when we were
over there. I should have got names of my own, Gibbs, Fisher and Neffs, but I tried that once
and got the wrong Gibb.
I try to play the piano but don’t get very far. Oh why don’t I do more good for others.
I am reading from the Book of Mormon and enjoying it.
Tuesday August 30, 1977 the paper says. It seems it is hard for me to remember the days. I put
the dates on the calendar but I soon get it mixed up and can’t remember what day was yesterday.
So I don’t know what day it is today. Oh if I could only remember dates and people’s names!
David is here. He has come to do farm work and is interested in a girl that lives here. Norma
Hull’s daughter, Ren thinks it is. The Hulls have moved from Hill Spring to Cardston. They
live by the graveyard in Cardston. His girl lived in Hill Spring when we did. David seems to be
a fine boy. I hope he gets a good wife and a good job when he’s ready to get married and it
might not be very long until he is. I do hope he will have a fine girl. By that I mean a good
LDS girl who will be a good wife and mother for his children. I know he will. I’m tired.
I must get some supper on the table. Ren likes a bite before coming to bed.
1977. September 18 th
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