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Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

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1978. Friday April 14 th is the day on the news paper. But I’m not sure this is the last paper.<br />

Oh I have such a time to remember what day it is<br />

Ren tells me to do things but unless I write it down I can remember what it was. He tries so<br />

hard to be patient with me. No one could be more kind and patient as he is with me. I ask him<br />

the day and he tells me. He is the most patient man in the world. I love him so much and am so<br />

grateful for his kindness to me in helping me to remember.<br />

1978. Saturday April 15 th<br />

Ren and I are at home alone. He is reading the newspaper as he does every evening. He just<br />

came home from seeing Lynn in the hospital. Ren and I went down to see her earlier and bought<br />

her a new night gown. She is about eighty years old, 83 I think. She surely has a good memory<br />

for being as old as she is.<br />

Ren <strong>of</strong>ten says to me you don’t try to remember. I’ll make up my mind I’ll remember this or<br />

that and keep saying it over and over again the things he tells me to do but when I stop saying it<br />

I can’t remember it. No matter how I try I can’t remember. He gets so cross at me. I just say<br />

“all right”. It doesn’t help when I am all upset. I am not going to make myself sick trying to<br />

remember things.<br />

Nobody wants me. I must be such a terrible person. I can’t remember anything. I am such a<br />

trial. My sister won’t have me. Ada took me up to her home but she brought me back. I don’t<br />

know what to do. I’m such an awful person. Nobody wants me. Oh how can I be better?<br />

Lynn, Ren’s sister wants to come and live with Ren but she doesn’t want me. My children say it<br />

is Dad’s place to look after me. My brothers and sister say it is not their place to look after me.<br />

It is Ren’s place or his children’s, to look after me. Kathy came over to visit me and Ren came<br />

and sent her home because it was getting late. She came to stay with us but he sent her back to<br />

Shields where her sister works. I feel so bad. I thought if she was here she could remember for<br />

me the things he says to do or not to do but he sent her home. Oh he says “she can remember<br />

when she wants to remember.” I am so tired and discouraged.<br />

Ren bought me a pretty new dress to wear. I’m not sure if I’m to go to the temple this morning<br />

or not. It seems to me before he left he said there was not temple sessions today.<br />

Yes I’m sure that is what he said.<br />

1978. April 29 th<br />

Ren and I have been alone most <strong>of</strong> the day so about 4pm he said lets go for a ride and see some<br />

<strong>of</strong> the children. They’ll be home from school now. So we went to Ann and Blair’s. One <strong>of</strong> the<br />

children was sick and asked us to pray for her. She had been administered to by her father and<br />

the ward teacher so Ren said we would remember her in our prayers tonight. I won’t say<br />

anything about it or he’ll say you pray and they want him to. He holds the priesthood and works<br />

in the temple.<br />

Today is May 12, 1978 it says in the paper. I think it is the last one.<br />

Ren goes to the temple early. He got out <strong>of</strong> bed without waking me, so he was not here when I<br />

finally woke up. He said he would be home at noon. It is now 8:30.<br />

I played the piano for a little while but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to play, only to entertain<br />

myself. But I love to play the hymns and sing them.<br />

The little girl who delivers the paper brought our paper, The Lethbridge Herald<br />

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