Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies
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this year. So our family is growing. We have now 32 beautiful grandchildren.<br />
The world grows wickeder every day it seems. May God protect my family from evil is my<br />
prayer each day.<br />
1969. May 15 th<br />
Today we finished planting the garden. It was such a beautiful day.<br />
May 16 th<br />
Father and I went to a boy’s chorus put on by the Stake. Luella Smith was the conductor. There<br />
were over 70 boys in the chorus from 7 years to 14. Clay and Jerry sang in it. The program<br />
lasted for an hour. It was marvelous. They sang dawn in the Valley, The Battle Hymn <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Republic, and many other beautiful songs.<br />
Last night about 9 o’clock, we heard a knock at the door. Ren opened it and there was Bob and<br />
Muriel <strong>Fisher</strong>. We were so surprised and happy to see them. It was so good to hear about their<br />
family and that Ethel was better and able to do her work in her home and garden and to help<br />
Dave in the <strong>of</strong>fice although she is not right well and is still taking pills to deaden the electrons in<br />
her system. We talked until eleven o’clock. Then their son Teddy and his wife Lillian came.<br />
They were married last summer at the LDS chapel in Medicine Hat, where Lillian lived, and<br />
where she joined the church. They have just been married a year now. They stayed all night<br />
and in the morning we all went to the temple and saw Lillian and Ted sealed. When we got back<br />
home Erva and Ron and his wife Shirley and my brother Frank <strong>Fisher</strong> were there. We had a<br />
lovely visit for an hour then they left for home. Erva went to the Lakes where Ron’s children<br />
were being tended by some <strong>of</strong> their friends.<br />
1969. July 20 th<br />
Man on the Moon. The Moon Walk.<br />
As I write this I am listening to the TV. At 9:30 eastern daylight time the astronauts will land on<br />
the moon. Some are saying that it is the greatest day in History. That by 2020 we will be going<br />
to Mars. That if this world is to be destroyed by wars we will be able to live on Mars. We know<br />
that there is water on Mars. We don’t know if there are people on Mars. Thousands <strong>of</strong> people<br />
are gathered around the TV stations. A man is coming to display an astronaut space suit. It<br />
weights more than a man. He is now taking <strong>of</strong>f the oxygen pack, and the helmet. The space suit<br />
takes 30 minutes to take <strong>of</strong>f. It is a wonder they move at all. Apollo 11, Neil Armstrong is<br />
about to step out on the moon. Our TV is not good enough to see much. They have now landed<br />
on the moon and are coming down the ladder. They sink down into the s<strong>of</strong>t material. They put<br />
up flags and plaques. They took pictures, sample <strong>of</strong> rock, and sand. They are the first tourists<br />
on the moon. The desert is very beautiful. They feel light and it is easy to walk around.<br />
President Nixon is speaking by telephone from the White House to the astronauts. “We are<br />
proud <strong>of</strong> what you have done for you are bringing the heavens to the earth.”<br />
They answer, “We feel honored in being here. It is quite plain and is surely a great<br />
accomplishment in scientific achievement.<br />
1969. July<br />
This month has been an eventful one for our family. Ellen invited all the family to come to their<br />
ranch for a family outing. Sara and her children came in their camper. Anne and Tom bought<br />
large tents so they all slept out. Anne came on Monday. She drove her car down and Blair<br />
brought some scouts in their big car. He and Davy went to the lakes for a scout outing. Anne<br />
and the other children stayed at our place and we went up to Ellen’s Wednesday morning.<br />
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