Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

When Tom was just a little fellow he thought there was no one in the world just like his father.
He would follow him around all day and loved to go for a ride with him. He liked his father
almost as much as he disliked vegetables. I would tell him stories about Daniel and his three
brothers growing big and strong and getting fat and he said. “Yes but I’d sure like to be like
Daddy.” Ren was so thin in those days.
One night while we were living on the Farm by the Cochran River a sudden gust of wind blew
the window open in the kitchen. I laid the baby, Lore, on the bed, picked up the light and
hurried into the kitchen. Tom began to cry with fright, but Anne said, “Don’t cry darling.
Heavenly Father will take care of you.” Anne always looked after her brothers and sisters and
was such a little woman even when she was just a little girl.
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........and I cooked for his crew. Tom was such a good baby. He lay in his crib most of the
summer so he was 18 months before he walked.
1929, October 1 st When Lore was born we were living on the farm up on the river. One
morning early October 1, 1929 I told Ren that he must get up and take me to Cardston to the
hospital quickly for the baby was coming. We had an old one seated Chev car. I was big with
child and knew that my deliverance was nigh. I held Tom on my lap and Anne sat in the seat
between us. As we neared the Indian School [St. Paul’s] the car stopped and Ren couldn’t start
it. We were really frightened for I felt the baby might be born any minute. I was in such pain.
Ren said a prayer that it would start. And when he tried again, it started right off. We left the
children at his mother’s but just as we reached the foot of the Hospital hill it stopped again.
Since it was not far from there to the hospital Ren helped me walk it and shortly after I reached
there Lore was born. Ren had the car towed to the garage and found that part of the distributor
was gone. The fellow at the garage said he couldn’t see how the car had possible gone without
it. On the way home Ren found the part of the distributor not far from where the car had
stopped at the Indian School. God had blessed us in such a miraculous way.
The nurses called our baby Lore, “Diplomacy”
One evening I was hurriedly preparing supper for my three children who were hungry and
closely watching me. Thinking to divert their attention I said, “If you’ll sit down I’ll tell you a
story about the 3 bears. Anne and Tom climbed eagerly into their chairs for they loved the story
of The Three Bears. Even little Lore’s eyes grew wide with interest. I managed to finish the
story just as I put the three bowls on the table and I said,” The big bowl is for Anne and the
middle size bowl is for Tom and the little bowl is for Lore.”
“Oh,” Anne said. “Let’s play we are the three bears and go out for a walk while the soup gets
cold.”
Tom who was always ready to do what Anne said was all enthused, but Lore began eating his
soup and Anne and Tom couldn’t get him to stop. Finally Anne said,” Mother we want to play
bears but Lore won’t play”. Thinking the soup did look too hot I said, “Why don’t you play
Lore?” to which he indignantly replied, “I am playing. I’m Goldilocks.”
That winter we moved into a room of Henry Buhler’s home. While we were living there the
church house in HillSpring burnt down. I remember standing one morning with my two
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