A Dusting of the Cobwebs: Jennifer's letter....

A Dusting of the Cobwebs....

welcome to my blog!
...allow me a brief introduction...

In a reacent conversation with my daughter, her questions were why I, and her Dad were so quiet about our lifes? Meaning writing or telling about our own personal historys.

I didn't think there was anything important to write about. As I was just a normal person, getting up in the morning and getting the day started, getting kids off to school, or meeting schedules of the whole family, cleaning house, and landry. Keeping little ones busy, and changing diapers, comming home fixing dinner, helping with homework, putting kids to bed, watch some news, go to bed. And then do it all over again the next day. Then some days was teaching lessons in Primary, RS, MIA, Sundayschool, cub scouts, or helping at schools, ect. Family home evening, Visiting teaching, and even some Home teaching and being the family schaefer. most of the time we had one car, 6 kids, one working husband. Oh yes, the multi years of music lessons, and baseball teams, coaching, and even one major jumproap champion, for one daughter.

We had trials too. some were very hard, just thinking about a single memory of losing our son, brings tears. But we are told that this life is to meet trials, and how we handle them will be for our own eternal growth.

A very wise Stake President, President Alred, once said "We are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity. We will work by the sweat of our brow, to work our way through this life... But remember we are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity."

So, I welcome you to my blog. Please feel free to stay and go as you please, and wander where you wish. And, as always, feel comfortable in sharing those stories that you may feel are just "an every day" thing as well...

Apr 23, 2014

Jennifer's letter....

I was so touched by a letter that Jennifer, age eight, wrote to the Prophet, President Kimball. She took the time to write five pages....that is alot for a eight year old.
I sent Jennifer a copy of her letter and the reply she received from his secretary, D. Arthur Haycock. today some thirty years later. I have been keeping it for her.

Oct 6, 1984

Dear President Kimball I know that you went to the Indians and helpe them. I know that you are very kind and gentle. And you care for others. And I want to be a missionary to teach people the gospel that it is true.

I was babtized on the last day of June, 1984. I was comfirmed on the first day of July 1984.
I'm glad I go to the true church. I'm 8 year old. I have three sisters. Two brothers. One Mom. One Dad and me. The three sisters names are Michelle. She is the bigest she is 18. Pauli is in the middle she is four Jodie is 10 moths old. My two brother's are David and Gene. David is 16. I dont know how old Gene is because he died before I came here. My Mom and Dad always say that they are too old.

We are all getting along with each other. I like you. I have been paying my tithing alot. I love my Mom and Dad and my sisters and brother's. I know that the church is true. I know you are a Prophet and you are leading (words went of page.)

Love, Jennifer Walker
I know that you are a true Prophet. I went t church to see you. I saw you some times. And I saw the people there. I know Heavenly father lives I want to live with Heavenly father some time.

Love, Jennifer
and she drew a picture.

President Kimball reply...
Office of the President October 17, 1984

Miss Jennifer Walker
3845 west Hatcher
Phoenix, Arizona 85021

Dear Jennifer:

Your sweet letter dated October 6, 1984 to President Kimball has been received, and he has asked that I respond with thanks in his behalf inasmuch as he is not feeling well.

President Kimball is very pleased that you have been baptized and that you want to be a missionary someday. He also feels that you are a very fortunate little girl to have such a nice family.

President Kimball extends his love and blessings to you, with his kindest wishes.

Sincerely yours, D. Arthur Haycock
Secretary to President Kimball

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A Dusting of the Cobwebs