Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

do I can’t remember half of them, and I seem to be making mistakes which I felt was not right.
So I decided that it would be better to come and go through for the dead instead of working.
Then if I make mistakes it is up to the workers to help me.
Another reason is my patriarchal blessing tells me to be a Savior on Mount Zion that means I
think, doing work for the dead. Working at the temple, I am doing work for the living. When I
do session I can go when I feel able to go not because it is my duty to be there.
Sister Fletcher told us the day she was made President that she was told that she was called for 3
years and at the end of that time they were to resign. I felt that the leaders of the church felt it
was not right just because they were made the President that they should stay in for years, a life
time as they have been doing in the past but that other should have an opportunity to serve.
March
This morning I decided I would go to the temple. When I got up I just felt sick and my heart
was beating so fast I decided maybe I shouldn’t go.
Yesterday I went to Bill Smith’s funeral. He died In the Old Folks home. It was a big funeral,
all of Hill Spring was there and many of the old folks from the home. Many nice things were
said about him. The kind of things he did for others. Bill Smith was one of the very first to
settle on the Cochrane Ranch. They were good faithful people in working in the church, kind
and considerate to others. They buried him at Hill Spring but we did not go out to the graveyard.
I don’t know if I’m able to go to the temple or not. But this morning I don’t feel able so I’ll stay
home. But if I wait until I feel good I might not go at all. I can read or crochet or play the organ,
wash, iron, clean house, cook or eat. Last Sunday I was trying to sing and decided that if I was
to be able to sing I’d have to keep singing because I sounded so terrible.
Sara and Ted are going to Salt Lake to take Rickie down to be set apart and go on his mission.
They want Father to go down and bring the car back as Ted has a business assignment to go to.
They don’t know what to do with me. I hope I can just stay home. But Father thinks I might
burn the house down. I’m so forgetful. Oh if my Father in Heaven will only help me to do the
things I should.
1975. March
Last night Anne, Blair and Noel came over to see us for a little visit. Noel is such a beautiful
girl. She is going to school now. She left her baby with Lynda. We had a nice visit. Oh I pray
that the Lord will bless Noel that some day she will have a home of her own and that she will
live as she should, that she may have a happy life.
The snow still covers the ground and the drifts go right over the fences. I don’t remember
seeing this much snow before at this time of the year.
This poem was written by my mother to her husband, my father. I love the poem because it
expresses my feeling for my husband and as I am not good at expressing my feelings of
gratitude to him, I am writing it in my book.
To my Husband, who has been all this poem expresses by Sarah Gibb Fisher
His love is like a great warm coat
That keeps out the winter weather.
It folds me round with its comfort dear,
Though the storms of life may gather.
Though my heart may weep it still is warm
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