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Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

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along with some cookies, for lunch.<br />

I had the words <strong>of</strong> the theme song ‘Let There be Peace on Earth and Let it Begin with Me’ that<br />

we are going to sing at the Ren <strong>Davies</strong> Reunion the last <strong>of</strong> July. Wilma knew the music and<br />

taught it to all <strong>of</strong> us.<br />

We are passing along between the mountains and the snow along the side is 8 feet high in some<br />

places. The mountains look like huge snow drifts.<br />

We sang some old fashioned songs, Kat-t-y was one <strong>of</strong> them. The girls have lovely voices and<br />

Wilma is a good leader.<br />

At Idaho Falls we left the highway and got out and saw the falls, and drove around the temple.<br />

We passed a car just out <strong>of</strong> Idaho that had had an accident. The car was smashed in, the door<br />

was open and we could see a woman on the floor. The police were there and an ambulance had<br />

just driven up. The girls began singing to take their minds <strong>of</strong>f the accident. They talked <strong>of</strong> the<br />

wedding for their younger married sister who is being married in June.<br />

Ren and Fay took turns driving.<br />

We went on about a mile. Fay was driving. It was on a narrow road and a big transport was<br />

ahead <strong>of</strong> us and a small car in front. Suddenly a car came dashing around the transport. Fay<br />

went for the ditch bank. We would have been hit if she hadn’t. It all happened so quickly. The<br />

Lord has blessed us so far.<br />

Fay bought some hamburgers and the girls bought fruit and we had lunch.<br />

We are now passing the border from Idaho into Utah. The grass is turning green. There is still a<br />

little snow on the tops <strong>of</strong> the mountains. The fields are green with fall grain and the trees are<br />

budding out.<br />

I have enjoyed hearing all <strong>of</strong> Father’s old stories. He has one to tell for everything and some<br />

how I never tire <strong>of</strong> hearing them. At 6 o’clock we arrived at Sandra and Leonard Harding’s<br />

home in Ogden where Fay had arranged for us to stay the night. Father and I had planned to go<br />

to a motel but they insisted we stay and had beds for all <strong>of</strong> us. They were so nice to us. They<br />

gave us breakfast and insisted we come back and stay on Wednesday on our way home.<br />

Saturday morning the girls and I went to conference. We arrived at the tabernacle at 8 o’clock.<br />

Fay’s sister from Toronto was there and they were so happy to see each other. Fay had phoned<br />

and made reservations at a hotel where they could all be together. Fay had saved money to take<br />

her sisters to conference. Fay loaned us the car and Father and I went to <strong>Mary</strong> and Lawrence’s<br />

place in .<br />

<strong>Mary</strong> and Lawrence seemed happy to have us. They have such a beautiful home. On Sunday<br />

we visited with them and listened to conference on their TV. On Monday we took <strong>Mary</strong> and<br />

went to the genealogical building in Salt Lake. I wrote out <strong>Davies</strong>, Rogers, Berringtons, and<br />

Millington’s names from the St. Chad’s register in Shrewsbury, the part Father could not get in<br />

Cardston. Fay and her sisters were there doing work also on their lines. <strong>Mary</strong> bought us in on<br />

Tuesday and in the morning I attended Conference and father again went to the library. We both<br />

attended the last session. It was the most glorious conference. President Joseph F. Smith spoke<br />

first and last, and I felt that he was indeed a prophet <strong>of</strong> God and that each one <strong>of</strong> the apostles<br />

who spoke were inspired. The music by the choir and the Primary children was glorious. We<br />

had a good trip home. We were tired but very happy and thankful that we had been able to<br />

attend the conference and for our safe journey and for the lovely time we had had.<br />

1971. April 8 th<br />

It was six o’clock in the evening when we arrived home from conference and Father went to the<br />

temple as he had a part to take in the next session. But I went to the hospital. Just after we got<br />

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