Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

When I was 14 I was assistant teacher in the kindergarten class, a job I held for many years. It
was that year that I had rheumatic fever, and stayed out of school for a number of years. I was
secretary of the Primary during that time. When I was 18 my father wanted to send me on a
mission but President Wood said I was too young and that I should go back to school. So I took
grades eight, nine and ten, then I stayed home and helped mother. She was having a new baby.
When I was a girl mother told me this story. She said that before I was born she went with Aunt
Jehzell Merkley in their Democrat to Cardston to attend a Mutual convention. They didn’t have
cars in those days. Marion was a baby then. When they got out of their meetings it was pouring
down and by the time they reached the St. Mary’s river the water was running over the bridge
and it seemed to be rocking. They were afraid to cross but Aunt Jehzell was anxious to get
home to her baby. So they prayed together that the Lord would help them to get across safely
and they did. As they looked back from on top of the hill, they could see the bridge moving
down the river.
I remember when Glen was lost. One Sunday morning when Father and Orrin and I returned
from Sunday school, mother was looking for Glen. He had gone out to look at the little calf tied
by the barn. This was just before Emma was born so Mother was not feeling very well and she
lay down for a few minutes. When she went out to find Glen he was gone. Father hurried out to
find him. Mother had Orrin and I kneel down and she prayed that no harm would come to Glen
and that we would be able to find him. I remember how worried they were. It was 3 hours
before one of the members who lived about a mile away on returning from Sunday school found
Glen walking along the road near their home. They asked him his name and he said, “Glen”.
He had been crying and his face was dirty. He didn’t know his last name but when the man
asked him who washed his face he said, “Phyllis.” The lady knew who I was because I went to
Primary and Sunday school. “So after they had dinner they brought him home. By this time
every one in Magrath was out looking for him along the creek and everywhere.
I remember how grateful and happy we were when they drew up to our house in their buggy
with Glen in it. He had told them I was his big sister and the lady happened to be my Primary
teacher.
I remember when Emma was born. It was in July and Orrin and Glen and I had the whopping
cough. We couldn’t go in the bed room where mother and the baby were. So we would go and
stand by the bedroom window and mother or father would hold her up for us to see. She seemed
so beautiful to me.
I remember when we had the measles, a neighbor boy; Boyd Ririe brought us a box of animal
cookies. It was the first I had ever seen and how pleased we were.
I remember that one Christmas Grandma Fisher sent me a beautiful white muff and scarf. I
loved them so much. One day coming home from Sunday school I lost the scarf. I didn’t know
it was gone until the boy brought them to our house and said he had found them by the bridge
when he was going home from Sunday school.
I remember the time some boys got into our strawberry patch and I told father and he hurried to
catch them but they got away. That seemed an exciting time.
At that time I thought we had the most beautiful home in the world. Mother had a dresser made
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