Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

slippers and each of her children sent a note. My children are all so good to me.
Ren gave me a pair of warm gloves.
1972. February 3 rd
I am home early from the temple this morning. The weather is not quite so cold but the snow is
pilled up so high. We had pretty good attendance Tuesday and Wednesday for the first time
since before Christmas. We have done 25 endowments this month. I do not have to go until
five tonight so have been reading the Bible. I started at the firs and am trying to read it all
through for the first time this year. I am really enjoying. I have got as far as Second Kings.
1972. Feb 6 th
Anne and Blair and the children all came to see us about 4 0’clock this afternoon. It was so
good to see some of the family again. They are all so happy about getting a home in Magrath. It
is just what they had planned to build. But it has no basement in it as they wanted. It’s also an
old house but has been fixed quite nicely. It has carpet on the floor, wall paper on the walls, 4
bedrooms, a dining room, a living room and kitchen, bath and utility room. Blair had planned to
build a house on the farm, but he used the money they got from the house in Edmonton to buy
lumber to build grain bins and machinery.
Lynda has not been happy about living on the farm so they were able to borrow money to make
a down payment on a home. On Friday Blair was laid off from his job. So they still have
problems. But maybe it will work out. They are moving and getting things fixed up.
Ellen came on Friday evening and went to a stake MIA meeting. Connie came with her and
stayed with us. We had a nice visit.
1972. February 17 th
Today is Relief Society. I am going to pick up Sister Kapscos. She has moved into her
beautiful home that she has been building through the year so she could move into it when her
children were ready to take over the farm. We went visiting teaching last Thursday and Sister
Kapscos is now on our beat. She has been sick and feels very lonely in Cardston.
1972. February 18 th
Ted Fisher, Bob’s boy, died last Monday February 10 th . On Friday we went to Medicine Hat to
his funeral. It was lovely. The Bishop spoke and told about the problems Ted had been having
and of his faithfulness in paying his tithing and his desire to live the gospel. His wife, Lillian,
joined the church before they were married. A year after they were married they came to the
temple and were sealed for eternity. Then they were in an accident and her knee was crushed.
After she got out of the hospital she went home to her folks. They were bitter against the church
and angry because Lillian had married Ted. She told him she was getting a divorce. Ted has
been working at the airport for a number of years after school and working his way through. He
went to the airport and got a plane and went for a ride. He ran out of gas and crashed near the
airport. They did not open the casket. Lillian and her family were not at the funeral. But the
house was full, with mostly young people. His Elder’s Quorum President also spoke. The
Bishop read a poem that Margie had written. It was lovely. When she was a little girl about 4
years old she would say to Teddy, “You can’t go and play ball. Mother said you were to tend
me’, [Muriel always worked] and he said all right I’ll stay” and if he had a candy she’d say
‘Give it to me Teddy’, and he always would. He was always so kind and thoughtful of me”.
The President said Ted had faults but who has not. Then he told a story that Ted’s mother had
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