The Pet Cow

When I was a little boy about four years old, my papa gave me a little heifer calf and I called her Jersey. She had two of the prettiest little horns. She was a thoroughbred Jersey. When she was about twenty months old, her first calf was born. it was a steer calf, and it was black and white. I called him Dick. when he was six months old we killed him. The next year she brought me a little heifer calf and I have still got the little heifer.

One day I had a sore foot and mama took me out to the barn and Jersey came up to me and smelled my foot. She acted like she felt sorry for me. The next fall she got into the alfalfa and was bloated. Papa and Mamma tried to save her, but they could not and she died.

– Albert Crawford, Emmett, Idaho, age 8

Healed Through Faith

When my Aunt Lydia was about sixteen years old, she was very sick. Everybody thought she was going to die, for she lost the power of speech and couldn’t walk or help herself in any way. She seemed to grow worse every day.

At last the Mutual girls decided to fast and pray for her. They called a meeting and all the girls came fasting and with a prayer in their hearts that their dear, little friend would get well.

Lydia was carried to meeting by the girls and, after singing, the president of the Mutual had them all kneel down and each one prayed for Lydia; then they sang a song and it seemed like the angels were in the room, there was such a heavenly feeling.

All at once Lydia, who was so little and frail and looking almost like an angel herself, got upon her feet for the first time in two months and looking up toward heaven she offered one of the most beautiful prayers that was ever uttered.

Her power of speech was returned to her and she walked home two blocks from the meeting house and was well from that day on. All who were at the meeting knew that a wonderful miracle had that day been performed.

this is a true story as my Aunt Lydia lives in Glendale, Utah, and is the mother of nine children.

– Lorene Neves, Burlington, Wyoming, age 10

From Canada

I live in Drumheller, or Coal City, as it is called by patriotic Drumhellerites, in the province of Alberta, Canada. The town is in a sort of hollow, bounded on the north and south by hills. This hollow is, in reality, the valley worn by the Red Deer River. The valley abounds in coal, as its nickname implies. There are approximately twenty coal mines in Drumheller and district. As in all mining camps, there is a certain rough element here.

We are isolated from our Church. There are no Latter-day Saints here except my father’s family of five and my uncle’s of four. Next year I will be in high school, but I don’t expect to go in Drumheller although they have a good high school here. In the spring we expect to take our final farewell from drumheller and its citizens and go where we will be in communion with our Church and its members.

– Bessie Wight, Drumheller, Alberta, age 13

Our Christmas

I want to tell you about our Christmas.

Mama had not been able to work for a long time, so we had no money and but very little food in the house. Mama fasted and prayed that we might have a happy Christmas like our playmate would be sure to have.

A few days before Christmas a kind lady sent five dollars. another lady brought us a chicken. On Christmas Eve my Uncle brought us some toys and a box of groceries. In the morning several of our neighbors came bringing baskets of food and goodies.

I am sure God sent them in answer to Mama’s prayer. I hope every child had as nice a Christmas my brother and I had.

– Arlene Hartley, Gresham, Oregon, age 7

My Bird House

Daddy and I made a bird house. It has a door for the birds to go in and out, two windows for light and air, and a little porch with pillars.

We hung it from the limb of a cedar tree.

In a few days a pair of blue birds came and looked at it and liked it and decided to build their next in it. They seemed to love their little home, and during the summer raised three little families there, four birds in each nestful.

I hope they will come back next summer.

– Wayne Russell Hampton Thomas, Pinedale, Arizona, age 7

My San Francisco Bay Cruise

One Saturday the whole family was upset. Mother, father and I were putting up lunch. The boys were finding hats and coats.

Everything was put in the front room. Bedtime came.

“Remember! be up at 6:30 tomorrow,” were the last words.

Slowly, slowly, six o’clock approached. As the sun rose two little boys and one girl got dressed.

Hurriedly breakfast was eaten. Down to the dock we hustled.

We got on the boat and at 8:30 it pulled out. Docking at San Francisco to take on more passengers, we continued.

When we neared Golden Gate the wind was so strong we could not go out. A sharp turn sent us toward Sausalito.

Many little sailboats were on the water. We followed a motor boat between Angel Island and Tiborom. We passed San Quentin Prison. The gray walls were so miserable.

We headed for Mare Island. The pilot said that instead of stopping there we would go up Suisun Bay.

Finally the San Joaquin River came in sight. That meant we would turn around.

We out our dinner on the way home. It seemed a short ride although we were gone until five thirty o’clock.

– Ruth Cecilie Zuppann, Oakland, California, age 13

Our Sunday School Class

We have a beautiful Sunday School Class in Palmyra. There are five families who go to it each Sunday. We have picnics and other things during the hot summer months. During the winter time there isn’t any Sunday School because three families live in the country and the snow is very deep. During the spring, summer and fall we hold meetings in the “Odd Fellows’ Hall” or in the “Grant Hall.” For our Sunday School teacher we have either Sister Peacock or her oldest daughter, Leah. They teach us beautiful things about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. After our lesson we tell or read stories until they finish in the big class. After that we sing a closing hymn and bow our heads n prayer. Sometimes we have brother or sister missionaries, which we enjoy very much. I enjoy the little things which I can do to help the Church, and I am glad that I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was baptized at the centennial celebration, held at the Joseph Smith Farm. Elder Willard Bean baptized me and President Rudger Clawson confirmed me.

–Hazel Morgan, Palmyra, N.Y., age 8