Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

And trusting plans the morrow.
For the great coat of his love protects
And heals my every sorrow
His love is like the sunshine warm,
And the best of my nature keeps blooming,
For it’s easy to smile and be sweet and true,
When the sun of life keeps wooing!
His smile brings back a smile in return,
His praises crush dead repining,
And my soul climbs up to heights each day.
It keeps my sun ever shining.
I wanted to have this read at Ren’s funeral but he says he does not want it read there. I
do not want it read there either because it is Mother’s poem not mine.
My husband has been so good to me. I have always come first. He has worked so hard
to put the children through school and to give them an education and to give me things I need in
the home. Many times he has gone without the machinery and things he needed, for the children
and me. It was in Hill Spring that we raised our family and as I look back over my life I am so
very grateful to the many people who helped me in teaching them in school and in church, in
times of sorrow and in times of need. For their kindness to us, may God bless them.
Oh I am just not one to help others. I think I’ll go see some one. But I just can’t make
myself. At times I am so lonesome. I miss Connie. She has not been to see me for so long. She
would come and have dinner with me, but hasn’t been lately.
1975. March 6 th
Connie is here. She came after school. They had a day in the gym playing basket ball and when
she got home she was so tired she lay down on the cot and went to sleep. It is now 4:30 and she
is still asleep.
For the first time in years I am reading a novel. Ren stopped at the library to get him a book so I
got one by Gene Straten Porter, Her Father’s Daughter. I‘ve been reading most of the day.
That’s the way I’ve always been, can’t stop reading when it is interesting until I’m finished. I
haven’t read one of her books for years. I have always liked her stories. There is something so
clean and uplifting about them. Such lovely girls she depicts.
1975. March 9 th
It is snowing and the drifts are nearly as high as the fence. Father had gone to Priesthood
meeting. I had hoped he would take the car then come and get me for Sunday school but I could
see he didn’t want to. I stay here alone so much that when I can’t go I wish I could. I think I
can make it all right though. I am going to try.
Later.
I enjoyed the Sunday school and meeting and fine talks that were given and for the Sunday
school lesson. We are studying Jesus’ life and they are lessons I truly enjoy. Our Savior has
given us so much and set a marvelous example for us to pattern our lives after. Brother Bevins,
our first Bishop when we moved here gave a lovely talk.
Rickie is leaving for his mission this week. He is going to Paris, France. I hate to think of him
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