To Pooped To Pop And I Ain't Lyin'

Photo by Veer
A little deer eating flowers

I just planted viola's and snapdragons

and now I am too pooped to pop 
and I ain't lyin'!

Are the little deer going to eat my 
pretty new flowers?

Please tell me 
NO.

Love,

Grammy T.

Why Am I Going To Hell She Asked

I have said before and I'll say it again

I love our missionaries. 

One thing that I learned while serving with them at the

 University of Florida, was that they all had a special purpose 

for being at a certain place 

when they were there 

and 

while they were there.  

There was a campus ministers group of other young people

that would be on campus while our missionaries were there 

and they always yelled at our missionaries and 

told them they were going to Hell. 

On one of the days while our Elders and Sisters 

were visiting with some interested 

students about the Gospel. 

The ministers came a yellin' 

"You are going to HELL!" 

As they were walking away 

our Sister H. said;

 “Hey come back here! 

Why are we going to hell?” 

The young man turned and looked at her and said, 

“I don’t know, we were told that you were 

so I thought you were.”

She told him that was not a good enough reason, 

in her own special way of telling him,

and to not do it again. 

When they told me that story I laughed and thought 

only Sister H. could have done 

such a good job with that.

Only sister H. 

I love you Sister H. 

Love,
Grammy T.

Good News Minute ~ A Special Story

McKenna
as
Miss Fancy Nancy

Dear Readers, 

My Good News Minute today is about 

a story that changed my life.  

In the 70's we lived in Idaho in a 

small farming community.

Every time that I felt defeated, 

I'd get out this story and hold my head up high 

and bake my bread and make yummy food 

with the bulk items I had on hand.  

It was a very difficult time for my husband 

and me financially. 

My fifth baby was only six weeks old when I decided to babysit two extra
little boys to help out a little with the budget. 

They were the age of my oldest boy so I thought it was a fabulous idea 

until my stomach screamed that it was not. 

The doctor gave me medicine and said that I needed to take away some of my stress. 

Well I couldn't take away the bills and I couldn't take away our other concerns 

so the only thing I could think to take away were 

those two little boys that I baby sat. 

One of the little boys would stand at the window and stare with a broken heart 

because of his parents were getting a divorce. 

It was too much for me. 

My husband asked permission from his boss to work at 

a potato plant on a shift that started at

four in the afternoon. 

So he taught Seminary until three thirty and then loaded box cars with frozen spuds 

of all kinds until 12:30 in the morning. 

He would bring me home frozen hash browns that went so good with the 

home made bread toast, bacon and eggs that I fixed for him to eat at 

1:00 o'clock in the morning.

I would put my little one's to bed all comfy cozy and I'd keep my house spotless 

so that when he walked in the door at 1:00 o'clock he could feel at peace 

and comfortable and was better able to get up at 

6:00 o'clock the next morning and 

start all over again. 

He did this for four months until we could get on our feet again. 

As I look back on those times I realize that if I would have gone to work 

and been gone all day we would have had a dirty messy house with a 

mad husband and sad little children. 

Because of
"When Queens Ride By" 

it turned out just right. 

So read the story young mommy's 

and see if it might help you get through 

a little better too. 

Love,
Grammy T.