Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

her neighbors and was always doing something for them. Oh why can’t I? I’m afraid to visit
my neighbors. I thing they don’t like me. I always say the wrong thing.
1975. July 2 nd
I have needed something to do this winter after resigning as a worker in the temple. So Father
gave her the money to buy some yarn for me to make a cover for my coach. It is 4 rows of black
wool, 4 rows of white, 4 of tan and 4 of orange. I work on it every day but it is a lot of
crocheting. I’d like to get it finished. The old cover I have was wool and I washed it and it
doesn’t look nice. I hate to have no cloth on the couch because it will get dirty and it can’t be
cleaned.
Aunt Lynn thinks it foolish to make it, that I should read more and I think so too only I can’t
remember what I have read. I have finished reading the Pearl of Great Price and A Marvelous
Work and A Wonder. I finished reading the New Testament this last winter. We also studied it
in Sunday school this year. Oh if I’d study it. I have tried to but, I don’t remember what I’ve
read from one day to another. I have to put a mark in the book to find where I ‘m at. Oh
sometimes I feel so worried about it. I don’t want my mind to go before my heart. There’s lots
worse things than a heart that doesn’t pump the blood as it should to the hands and feet as the
Doctor says mine doesn’t do. It’s not being able to remember. If my heart would only pump the
blood to my brain I’d be satisfied and happy. My feet feel numb and my hands go as black as the
stove when they are cold, but that’s nothing if it will only pump it to my brain.
The garden is up and looks good. It is better than most of the gardens I’ve seen. Father has
gone to the temple. He told me he’d phone when it was time to move the sprinkler. It should be
soon. I’ll change it then read from the book ‘The Keys of the Kingdom’ that I’m trying to read
now. It is by Stirling W. Sill and is interesting. It was given to us by Blair and Ann, Christmas
1972. I’m reading it again.
Barbara and Lore went to the temple this evening. They came over after the session. I was in
bed but I put on my house coat and visited with them for a few minutes before they left for
home. I feel too tired. I hope I’ll be able to sleep. I am doing nothing now in the church so I
must go to the temple as often as I can. I’ll try to go again tomorrow.
My afghan is nearly finished now. Everyone who comes says how pretty it is.
1975, July 5 th
It is Saturday July 5. Father is mowing the lawn. It is a big job, front and back.
Been working on my afghan and then I cleaned a little for Sunday. We took a little ride in the
car up to Jack and Emma’s but they were not home. She said she was going to visit Judy and so
they are there I guess. Anyway the house was locked.
I have been working on my afghan this afternoon. I’d like to get it finished but then I’d have
nothing to do. Yes I could read. That is what I need to do more than anything. I need to study
the gospel but I am not good at that. I wish I was like Father who can read something from the
bible or church books and tell what he has read. I never could do that and now it gets harder
than ever for me to remember. But I’ll be glad when the afghan is finished and I’ll try to read
the church books we have.
1975. July 6 th
It is Sunday evening. This morning Ren went to Priesthood meeting as usual at fifteen minutes
to twelve. I left home and went to the church for Sunday school and meeting. Glen was called
to give the closing prayer in church. They are in our ward now. They have moved into their
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