Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

some peas and put them in the fridge in bags. Father stays for the afternoon. He comes home
after the 2 0’clock session gets on its way. He has now gone back to the temple and will not be
home until about 8:30 when the last session gets off. Sometimes I feel that my life is rather
worthless. I want to go and see people but just can’t make myself. I think, “Oh they don’t come
to see me so they don’t want me to come see them.” Oh help me, help me! I’m so lonely at
times. What shall I do? I must go to the temple more often. But I always feel so tired. I have
been going Wednesday mornings doing sealings during the first session, and then going though
the next in the morning. Then on Thursday mornings I go through the 2 sessions. On Saturday
and Friday nights the session are usually so big I don’t think I should go then.
1975. August 24 th
It was stake conference this morning. The house was full and overflowing, seventeen or
eighteen hundred people. Ellen sat on the first bench of the choir seats. The Leavitt ward and
Mountain View choirs combined and furnished the music. They sang beautifully.
President Spackman was the first speaker. He gave such a fine talk encouraging us to live the
gospel and to be missionaries and fellowship our neighbors. After the session we came home,
had dinner and then went to our ward sacrament meeting. There was a large crowd. Some
young people going on missions were the main speakers.
Afterwards Lloyd phoned and I spoke to him for a minute. He said they were all well. They
named the baby Nadeen Maureen. They have bought them a new home which they are very
happy about, thirty nine thousand dollars. They live right in the city of Ottawa, not far from his
work at the government buildings, and where they lived before. I’m so glad that they were able
to get a home. Now they can pay on it with the money they paid for rent and I’m sure having a
home of their own gives them a feeling of security.
Father has gone to bed so I will go too as I am tired and must wash tomorrow.
I’m sure my writing this is all useless but perhaps to read it over as the days go by will give me
joy.
1975. August 25 th
It is Monday. Gary Anderson is here. He came up with his mother. She is at a Relief Society
meeting for all the Alberta Stakes. She is President of the Lethbridge Stake Relief Society.
Robert D Hales, Assistant to the Twelve Apostles was at our Stake Conference yesterday and
was the main speaker. He is meeting with the Stake Relief Society Presidents today. Gary came
up with his mother. He has been looking at Father’s pictures and they have been talking
together. Now Gary is playing the organ. His mother, Sara, has been giving him music lessons
and he plays pretty good.
It rained in the night. Ann was coming up to get some peas but I hope she doesn’t come until
tomorrow as it is so wet.
1975. August 27 th
I went to the temple today and did Proxy for the dead and then went through a session, came
home, picked peas and then Ren came home at 5 o’clock as usual and we rode down to Anne’s
and took her the peas. We only stayed a little while and talked to them then came home. Ren
went to the temple. I played the organ and read a little from Jesus
The Christ by the Apostle Talmage and went to bed. This morning there is no water. They are
cleaning the pipes. It rained last night and the water was so muddy.
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