Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

1978. October 13 th
I thought I’d like to go to the temple center. They have such good little plays, also singing and
poems. I enjoy it so much. I came home and fixed me some dinner. I told them I’d come back
but now I’m not sure whether they are open now. I don’t know what hours they are open. I
have decided to read the Bible. My marker is at the 7 th chapter so I’ll read some more. Ren was
going to read it with me but he likes to read it himself so I’ll read it by myself since I’m alone
wondering what to do. I turn on the TV but I just don’t like the TV and I soon turn it off. I like
to read the Bible better.
1978.
It was October 14 th , 1925 when we were married so it is our anniversary today. We have been
married 53 years now. To me it has been happy years. Ren my husband has always put me
first. Today he put a rail on the steps for me. I have wanted them for some time. They are a
lovely gold. It feels so nice to come up the steps. He is such a good husband.
Lynn came over this afternoon and said how lovely the rails look on the steps. They do look
nice. Ren has done such a lovely job. It is Sunday evening.
This morning, Ren and I went to Sunday school and then he stayed to priesthood meeting.
There was a large crowd at Sacrament meeting. It was Fast and Testimony meeting and a lot of
people bore their testimonies. I counted 20. It is sure different here than in Bow island. Nearly
everyone bore their testimony there. Here there are so many people who stand up to bear their
testimonies, so many who I hardly know.
1978. Tuesday October 26 th
Yesterday we went to Hill Spring, Ren and I, to Bertha Gibbs funeral. It was held in the new
chapel. The old chapel is used for recreational games I guess and parties etc,
Many lovely things were said about Bertha. Things like she’s always willing to teach a class in
Sunday school or Relief Society, doing what she was asked to do and so on. After the burial I
went with Ada and found Mother and Father’s graves. I thought I’d like to be buried there but
Ren says he wants to be buried in Cardston where his folks are buried. So I suppose I’ll want to
be buried where he is. So many of the people in Hill Spring I have forgotten. Ada, Emma and I
looked up Mother and Father’s graves and a little stillborn baby who is buried in the Hill Spring
cemetery. Anyway it is a baby’s grave. We don’t know where Jim and Neff’s graves are.
Jim was swimming at the Lakes. I don’t remember about his death but that he drowned. I went
to Neff’s funeral and to his wife’s, Erma Skipworth Fisher. I just asked Ren about Jim and Neff
and where they were buried. He said they were buried in Hill Spring. He always helps me when
I ask him things I can’t remember if he can. I pray that God will bless him for putting up with
me, a person who can’t remember things from one day or minute to another. I know it wasn’t
easy for him to have a wife who has lost her memory. The Lord will bless him I pray, for his
kindness. I asked him how he could keep answering my questions and he says, “Because I love
you darling”. If he loves me until I die and helps me to remember, I pray that the Lord will bless
him for his help and love and kindness, a person who can’t remember anything 10 minutes after
it has happened.
Today Ren took me for a ride. It was such a lovely day and we visited Anne, Sara, Barbara,
Alma and their children. It was a bout an hour and on half drive and we visited with our
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