Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

things in the one bedroom and garage.
The past two weeks I have been teaching a class of 10 year old girls in Sunday school. Their
teacher resigned and the Sunday school president Brother Gallup asked me to take them for
awhile until the Bishop appointed some one as their teacher. They are sweet girls. But I am not
very well and it is hard for me to remember names. I am so forgetful.
1973. January 26 th
It is Sunday. When we got home from meeting today Ted and Sara and Rickie, Wendy and
Doran were here. They had brought meat and salad and a lovely dessert of cake with cherries
and cream to put on top. I had the vegetables all ready so we had a lovely dinner. They also
gave me a lovely family book. The one I am using has not a back on it so I’ll put these things I
have written in it so it will stay together and look like a book instead of just having rings in it.
After I die, if she wants it she can have it.
On the snow drift Gary had written in big letters, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRANDMA’. It will
probably be there on the 28 th when my birthday really is unless it storms and covers it up. I can
see it every time I look out of the window. I am so grateful for my family and grand children.
They are all so kind and thoughtful of me. Sara teaches school and is president of the Stake
Relief Society. They held the first meeting on Saturday. And she said she was so frightened but
she said it went off all right. I am so proud of her. I know the Lord will bless her because she
puts her trust in Him and works hard.
I just can’t remember things anymore. I have to ask Ren so many questions. It makes him so
out of patience with me. The doctor said that the blood was not being pumped to my or hands or
feet as it should be, because of my heart. My feet are so numb and my hands go so black when
they get cold. Sometimes when I’m in a hurry or excited about things my mind goes blank and I
don’t even remember what I am doing for a minute, until I relax. Oh I don’t want to loose my
memory or get worse than I am. I am too forgetful and always have been. I can’t remember the
things I read. In my blessing it says, “I’ll be called to go on a mission”, and it can never be in
this life. I am trying to read all I can. I have read the Bible, the Pearl of Great Price and I am
now reading the Book of Mormon again. I read the life of the Prophet Joseph Smith. But I can
not remember what I read. What is the good? Perhaps I can after I leave this life but I am afraid
not. I have put it off too late although I have read them all before during the past years.
Rickie has been called to go on a mission. He has to be in Salt Lake on the 15 th of March. He
will not be able to finish his school term but as he says he can go back and finish it when he gets
home and then specialize in one thing for a profession as he would had to have done had he not
been called. By the time he gets back he’ll know more about what he wants to do for his
vocation in life. So he is happy he is going now. He seems so young. But he is a fine boy. The
prophet Joseph was young when he began his mission too.
1973. January 27 th
This evening Dan and his family came to see us and to wish me a happy birthday. They brought
me a lovely birthday cake. Katura Leavitt brought a little cake she had made also. They also
brought me a lovely vase with beautiful pink carnations and yellow bells and foliage. It is such
a lovely bouquet. I am sure it must have cost a lot. There are 14 carnations and a cluster of
bells. I wish I had a picture of it so I could always remember how beautiful it is. I love them all
so much. Dan has always been so good to me and obedient. I often feel that I have not told him
enough how grateful and proud I am of him and his lovely wife and family. I do pray that the
Lord will bless them for their kindness to his old mother.
63