Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

It is late and I am very tired. I made cookies and cooked supper and Father and Lloyd are in
bed. I must close for tonight.
1975. February 19 th
The Lord is so good to me. He hears and answers my prayers. I lost my crochet hook and
couldn’t find it. I have been crocheting a table cloth for Sara. I gave it to her for Christmas but
it was just too small to fit her table so I decided to make it a little larger. Then I lost my hook
and here it is the last of February and I haven’t got it finished. Every night when I go to crotchet
I remember the hook is lost. Why don’t I remember and get Ren to get me one when he goes
down town? I forget, so last night I knelt down and prayed again that I could find it. We have a
little piece of linoleum on the stand where the phone is and I thought, “What makes that
linoleum stick up so? That tack has come out of the corner where it was tacked down.” When I
felt it I could feel something was under it. So I pulled it up and there was my hook. Sometimes
I think how has the Lord or my guardian angel time to answer such a prayer even if I have been
looking for it almost a week with a prayer in my heart that I could find it.
As it is Friday and not temple today, I’ll crochet while Ren reads. I often ask him to read to me
but that is something he won’t do. He says he can’t read out loud and get what he’s reading.
Yesterday Ethel Wynder, Ren’s oldest sister, was buried. She had been bedridden for some
time. Her daughter has been living with her. She was 91 years old. It was such a blessing they
all felt that at last she could pass away. We couldn’t get any live flowers but the artificial ones
looked lovely. They make them so close to the real thing, even to the feel.
1975. February 27 th
Today I went to the temple and went through a couple of sessions. I enjoyed it very much but
when I came back down I couldn’t find my booth. Some one hurried and told Sister Fletcher
and she came to help me. I would have found it all right. I felt very cross at the person who told
her. It didn’t take me long to find it. I don’t want to be a bother so I guess I won’t be able to go
any more. Father says that’s what the workers are there for, to help people who can’t remember.
1975. February 28 th
It is Friday so Ren is home from the temple all day. He spends most of his time reading and
sleeping. I am sure that it is good for him after four and sometimes five days at the temple.
Friday is a special day for groups who live far away and bring enough people to make up the
session. Of course it’s announced before Friday so that anyone can come who wants to on
Friday.
I wish I had not quit the temple. Even if the doctor had said I must be very careful and lie down
whenever I was tired. I was very tired at the temple but perhaps I should not have quite and the
Lord would have blessed me, I do not know. It doesn’t hurt me to go to the temple and go
through a couple of sessions. It is not like doing washing and anointing and being on my feet
most of the time. Oh, dear, I have made many mistakes in my life and perhaps that was one of
them.
Another reason I resigned was because my patriarchal blessing says, “You will be a Savior on
Mt Zion and many will rise to call you blessed.” It doesn’t say anything about being a worker in
the temple and I think being a worker you are there to help those who come to work, which is
different than going through to do work for the dead which I want to do.
Another reason was that I had been a worker from February 22, 1967, eight years.
Another reason I quit was because I forget and when Sister Fletcher gives us a dozen things to
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