Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

1974. December 3 rd
Today I went to Relief Society. It is the first time I have been since the temple was opened after
the summer holidays. My day at the temple was on Thursday and that has been Relief Society
day in our ward for sometime. It starts at 9:30 Thursday morning. I have been going to work at
the temple at 8 o’clock on Thursday morning and so couldn’t go to both. They have asked me to
do sealings on Wednesday morning at 8 o’clock now though so I can go to the temple on
Wednesday and to Relief Society on Thursday morning. I have been released as a worker. I
would like to go on Tuesday also to the temple and do initiatory work and go through a couple
of sessions if I can. I will have to see how it works out. At present the sessions are for the men
only.
I did my washing this morning, have one batch in the dryer.
Father comes home after the 2 o’clock session. He gets off in the afternoon and sleeps then goes
back at 5 o’clock all three days. He comes home after the 8 o’clock session starts at night.
I don’t suppose I’ll be able to make out the things I have written in this diary when I have
forgotten them. Oh dear, I’m getting old and forgetful and my way of writing things is not very
clear.
? 1974
I have been working in the temple for a number of years, 3 I think. But I got sick and President
Spackman, my doctor, said he thought working in the temple was too stressful for me.
So I no longer work at the temple.
Connie came over and visited me. I was so pleased to have her come. She is such a sweet girl.
She stayed until Ren came home from the temple.
Other Memories of My Life
Looking through some old papers I found a poem I had made up. Since it is the only one I ever
wrote I’ll write it in my book.
Hill Spring
What memories the Hill brings back to me
When we climbed to the top in the early spring
And looked down over the valley so green.
T’was like looking at the Golden windows
So beautiful it seemed.
As we gazed in awe at the familiar scene,
Dotted with flowers and lakes and streams
And the trees in leaf and the grass so green.
And there was the church and school
And homes of loved ones and friends.
And away in the distance
What majesty the mountains lend.
And then we see the crocuses are in bloom.
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