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Saturday, December 10, 2016

My Grandma Norma Hartley: Pioneer in Knee Replacement

Grandma & Grandpa Hartley
This is a story my father, Jim Hartley, put together about his mother (my grandmother), Norma Miner Hartley, and the time she went through knee replacement surgery. There are lots of lessons one can learn from this experience, but the charitable acts of a number of women and even my own father helping my grandmother through physical therapy and recovery catches my attention the most. Overall, this story helps give me a desire to be more charitable and Christ-like to those in need. Below are my father's words:

'Norma Miner Hartley was an active, industrious woman. She was always busy with something—raising her five boys, maintaining and beautifying the home, caring for elderly parents, helping the neighbors, spoiling grandchildren, and being involved in church activities. She was extremely talented. She had a beautiful soprano voice. She was an excellent pianist. She loved square dancing with her husband. She arranged flowers and made a variety of handsome crafts. She was an expert genealogist. She could reupholster a sofa and refinish a dining room table. She was a skilled seamstress, a wonderful cook, and a strong teacher and leader. Put simply, Norma was a “doer.” Very little could slow her down. But one thing eventually did—her crooked leg.

In the early 1930’s, Norma attended Brigham Young University for two years. While there, she earned a block letter in debate, performed in dramatic productions, and sang in the school chorus. She was well-liked, and was selected by her college social unit to compete for the school’s title of Miss Popularity.

During a college physical education class Norma participated in some relay races and was injured in a freak accident. As she reached out to pass the relay baton to the next girl, the girl’s foot kicked her right knee and dislocated her knee cap. Norma was in a leg cast for about a month. Afterward, everything seemed to go very well. But, the next four decades of active life slowly wore down her knee. Arthritis set in. Cartilage deteriorated. Her leg became increasingly bent outward, and along with it, her mobility became more and more limited and painful.

In the early 1970’s medical researchers were developing a revolutionary new procedure called total knee arthroplasty (TKA)—in layman’s terms, total knee replacement. In those days, the procedure began with an eight inch cut on the front of the knee from the top to the bottom. The damaged bone and cartilage were then surgically removed. An artificial knee joint made of stainless steel and plastic was inserted and glued to the thigh bone (the femur) and the main shin bone (the tibia). Finally, ligaments and tendons were reattached and tightened, and the knee was stitched closed.

Dr. Richard B. Welch, an orthopedic surgeon at St. Mary’s Hospital in San Francisco, California, was one of the pioneering doctors who performed the new surgery. Norma arranged for an examination. It was obvious from x-rays that the hinge on the right side of Norma’s knee had completely disintegrated, and the left side was rapidly doing the same. The doctor warned that within a few months, she would completely lose the use of her leg.

On May 21, 1973 Norma underwent the surgery. The surgeon successfully inserted the artificial knee joint and straightened her leg. She spent 24 days recovering in the hospital. Every day during that period her devoted husband, Charlie, made the long drive across the San Francisco Bay to be with and encourage her.

After returning home, she was prescribed nine months of physical therapy. During the first several months, women from her LDS ward would come three times each day to help her exercise her knee. She would lay face down on the kitchen table while her knee and leg were systematically bent, moved, and manipulated. Each session of therapy brought intense pain and tears . . . lots of tears!

In addition to the pain of the therapy, Norma suffered from severe muscle cramps in her leg, especially during the nights. Charlie was hard of hearing in one ear. When he slept on his good hear, he could not hear Norma quietly weeping in intense pain. Norma did not want to awaken him. So, she would lay in agony in the darkness softly crying and praying for the cramps to stop. Frequently her son, Jim, would hear her crying and would slip into her bedroom to massage her leg. While doing so, he would calm her by gently singing and humming one of her favorite pioneer hymns, “Come, Come Ye Saints.”

Come, come ye saints.
No toil nor labor fear.
But with joy, wend your way.
Though hard to you,
This journey may appear,
Grace shall be as your day.
Tis better far for us to strive
Our useless cares from us to drive.
Do this and joy, your hearts will swell
All is well! All is well!

The hymn was most appropriate. Norma had a strong Mormon pioneer heritage, and now she herself was a pioneer in the advancement of medical science.

Over time, she graduated from a wheelchair to crutches to a walker to a cane and finally she could walk without any assistance. It took nearly two years, but Norma was able to return to her full, active, industrious life. She began square dancing again with her husband. They traveled together to Mexico and to many locations in the United States, including Alaska and Hawaii. After her husband died in 1976, Norma served as a full-time proselyting missionary in Colorado for the LDS Church. She remarried in 1982. With her second husband, Paul Haymond, she served another mission as an LDS family history missionary.

Indeed, Norma Hartley was a “doer.” Until her death on April 28, 1992 from heart failure, there was very little that could ever slow her down!'

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Adapted by James E. Hartley from an autobiographical oral history of Norma Miner Hartley, interviewed and recorded by their son, William G. Hartley, along with input from Norma’s daughter-in-law, Susan Roberts Hartley, and son, James E. Hartley

Thursday, December 8, 2016

From My Father - Little Kelli and Leukemia

My father - Jim Hartley 
This is a story my father recorded in his autobiography that has helped strengthen my faith in praying and fasting for others, even when circumstances can be very grim. This took place in California in the early 1960s. Here are his words:

"[...] I felt the power of a purposeful fast for the first time when I was 11-years old. We had a little girl in our ward, maybe five years old at the time, named Kelli Meyer. She suffered from leukemia. The disease progressed and she was hospitalized. She was in immense pain, and the doctors didn’t expect her to live. The bishop, Al Priddis, asked ward members to fast and pray for Kelli and her family. I knew Kelli. I knew her father, Vern. He ran the Flying A gas station next to the high school. I included Kelli in my prayers and voluntarily joined the fast. It was the first time that I had fasted for a full 24 hours. During the fast, Bishop Priddis and Brother Meyer gave Kelli a priesthood blessing to fight off the disease. Miraculously the disease immediately went into remission. The doctors could not explain the change. Kelli’s pain went away and she was able to go home.

But, within a few weeks, the leukemia returned with a vengeance and threatened to take her life again. Again the ward members (including me) prayed and fasted for her. Bishop Priddis and Brother Meyer again blessed her in the hospital, and the same unexplainable miracle happened. The disease suddenly went into remission, the pain disappeared, and Kelli went home to her family. Again, the doctors were completely baffled.

Then, just like before, within a few weeks the disease returned to claim little Kelli. This time there was no ward fast, but the bishop and Kelli’s loving dad gave her a final blessing. This time it was to release her from mortality. Kelli’s pain disappeared, and within a couple of hours of the blessing, Kelli passed away peacefully with her family surrounding her hospital bed.

I remember the bishop’s words when he reported the experience to the ward. He said that our prayers, fasts, and priesthood blessings were honored by Heavenly Father, but it was God’s will to bring his little daughter home to the spirit world. Our prayers and fasts were keeping her here, and she needed to go. It was time to say to Heavenly Father, “Thy will, not ours, be done.” When we did, Kelli was mercifully released from life. What a profound lesson that was to me as an 11-year old about the power of fasting, prayer, and the priesthood."

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Taken from life sketch and autobiography "James E. Hartley: My Story"

* The spelling for "Kelli Meyer" may vary slightly in reality. This is the spelling how my father recalls..

Saturday, December 3, 2016

My Uncle Bill Hartley - "Miracle Bill"

This is a true story about my uncle Bill Hartley written by his brother (my father), Jim Hartley. At a very young age, Bill was at great risk of going completely blind. It was a great challenge for him and his parents (my grandparents). Below are my father's words:

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The Europa
On August 6, 2001, William (“Bill”) G. Hartley boarded a ship for a 59-day adventure of a lifetime. It wasn’t just any ship. It was the Europa, a Dutch-registered “tall ship” that was 184 feet long with three masts and 30 sails. 

The ship was part of a fleet of eight majestic sailing ships that were part of Sea Trek 2001, a privately organized commemoration of 19th century Mormon immigration to the United States by sail from the British Isles, Scandinavia, and Western Europe.

The first 17 days of their adventure involved all eight tall ships and seven European ports in Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Germany, and England. The second stage of the adventure included the Europa and two other vessels, which sailed across the Atlantic Ocean by trade winds from Portsmouth, England to New York Harbor.

The Europa carried 48 passengers, 22 of whom were there because of the commemoration. Sea Trek appointed Bill as the ship’s historian and company president, who was responsible for the 21 other volunteer Sea Trek “crew trainees.” Although they were trainees, they became vital members of the ship’s working crew.

From Landlubbers to Skilled Sailors of the High Seas

For nearly six weeks on the open seas, that soft-skinned crew of Sea Trek landlubbers climbed the Europa’s riggings, furled and unfurled her sails, repositioned the yards (the cross arms on a mast to which the sails are attached), steered the ship, maintained watch, and kept her sea-worthy with regular varnishing, sanding, painting, and cleaning. By the end of their trans-Atlantic journey the trainees were experienced, skilled sailors . . . who had lost a lot of weight and were mighty glad to be back on land!


Bill recalled what it was like to be in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean surrounded by nothing but the sea and the heavens:

Ours was a tiny ship in a vast ocean, with a 180-degree sky in daytime and that same sky blackened at night, but bejeweled by thousands of brilliant stars. Day and night, God’s grandeur seemed overwhelming.

The fact that Bill could even see “God’s grandeurs” is a miracle. Fifty-nine years earlier, he nearly lost his sight to glaucoma.

Glaucoma

On February 10, 1942, Billy was born to Charles A. and Norma M. Hartley in Salt Lake City, Utah, their third child. He appeared to be a healthy, normal baby. When he was about two months old, his mother spent 14 days in the hospital battling an appendicitis that was so bad gangrene had set in. Soon after returning home, she and her husband noticed that something didn’t look right about little Billy’s eyes—they were discolored and filming over.

Their family doctor referred them to an eye specialist, Dr. Palmer, who diagnosed “infantile glaucoma.” Certain fluids inside the eyes of newborns are supposed to drain out, but they didn’t in Billy’s case. The increasing pressure of those fluids was damaging the optic nerve in both eyes. Without immediate surgery, Billy would soon be completely blind. But, the technology and procedures known to that eye specialist might, at best, have saved Billy’s eyesight for perhaps three to six years before he would go blind. There was no optimism.

Before authorizing the surgery, Billy’s parents sought a second opinion from another eye specialist, Dr. Near. That doctor diagnosed the same problem, but, providentially the night before, he had read in a medical journal of a successful new surgery being performed by only one person in the world, Dr. Otto Barkan in San Francisco. The doctor strongly urged Charlie and Norma not to let anyone operate on Billy’s eyes unless it was Dr. Barkan. A third eye specialist was consulted, who confirmed the diagnosis and advice of the second. Arrangements were quickly made to see Dr. Barkan.

Prayers and a Priesthood Blessing

Norma, a devout Mormon, asked elders from her church, Bishop Carperwitz and Brother Glade, to give Billy a blessing. Charlie, a non-practicing Catholic, didn’t subscribe to such things, but he also didn’t object. The two Mormon elders anointed Billy with sacred consecrated oil and—against all common sense—promised him that he would not lose his sight. Norma’s Mormon ward members held a special fast for Billy. His name was also placed in the Salt Lake Temple so that the faith and prayers of temple attendees could be offered in his behalf.

A Miraculous Operation

The next day, Charlie and Norma were on a train to San Francisco—despite the fact that Norma had not fully recovered from her appendicitis. Within two days, Billy underwent the pioneering procedures. During the night before Billy’s surgery, while Norma knelt in prayer pleading for her baby’s sight, she had the most peaceful feeling come over her that all would be well. After three operations, Dr. Barkan was able to completely save Billy’s left eye, but he could not reverse the damage that had already occurred in the right eye. The right eye had perhaps 10% vision.

The timing of the discovery of Billy’s glaucoma was critical. A day or two earlier, and the second specialist in Salt Lake City would not yet have known about Dr. Barkan. The first specialist would have likely operated on Billy’s eyes, with irreversible temporary benefit. Billy would have gone completely blind. If the discovery had been a day or two later, it might have been too late for Dr. Barkan to save the vision in Billy’s left eye. The right eye was already too badly damaged.

The post-operation treatment for Billy’s eyes included nearly three years of followup. Initially, Billy was prevented from rubbing his eyes by putting small socks over his hands and pinning them to the bed. For the first several days, prescription eye drops had to be placed in his eyes every few hours round the clock. During the first year, follow-up evaluations required monthly trips from Salt Lake City to San Francisco. Charlie’s employer, the Southern Pacific Railroad, showed amazing compassion and transferred him to Salinas, California, about 100 miles south of San Francisco, which made getting to and from Dr. Barkan’s office much easier.

When Billy was 5-years old, he had his final check-up with Dr. Barkan. After a number of tests, the doctor told Norma, “Your baby is alright. He is not going to be blind.” “Oh, Dr. Barkan,” exclaimed a grateful and tearful mother, “thank you! I thank you so much for saving my baby’s eyes.” He replied, “I rejoice with every parent that I can say that I’ve saved their eyes. But I want you to know that a hand greater than mine guided me with this little boy.”

Paying the Medical Costs

The costs of the surgery and follow-up were approximately $2,000, an enormous financial burden on a young family of five during war-time. In 1942, the railroad provided medical insurance for its employees, but not for their family members. So, Charlie found it necessary to borrow money from a bank and take out a loan against his life insurance policy in order to pay the hospital. Charlie didn’t have the money to pay the doctor’s fees. So, they entered a gentleman’s agreement: Charlie would pay something each month to the doctor, even if it was a small amount, until the fees were paid off, no matter how long it took.

While in Salinas, California, Charlie took on two part-time jobs in addition to his full-time, 44-hour per week employment so that he could make the payments on the loans and to the doctor. One job was during the evenings, eight hours a night, every other night at an ice plant moving 300-pound blocks of ice.


The other job was on Sundays and holidays. It was a second job with the railroad. At first, he helped lay and repair railroad track. Later, he was shifted to keeping their paycheck records.

Charlie did the extra jobs for about 15 months.

He was later transferred by the railroad back to Salt Lake City and then to Butte, Montana. It took a number of years to fully pay off Billy’s medical costs, but Charlie did it and met all his commitments. In the end, it turned out to be an amazing investment.

Legally blind in one eye, but with full vision in the other, Bill grew up to be an internationally recognized scholar, researcher, and writer. In fact, he became one of the world’s leading authorities on Mormon history and western migration to the Great Salt Lake Valley.

And, with one good eye, Bill helped steer a majestic tall ship across the Atlantic Ocean, climbed the ship’s riggings, swabbed the deck, stood watch, and provided leadership for nearly two dozen volunteer “crew trainees.” If the crew would have known that he was blind in one eye, they might have dubbed him a pirate and asked him to wear an eye patch to look the part. In reality, even with only one good eye, “Miracle Bill” was more like the wise old sea captain who has seen—and experienced—more of the grandeurs and blessings of God than most people could ever dream of.




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Written by James E. Hartley. Adapted from autobiographical oral histories of Charles Alton Hartley, Jr. and Norma Miner Hartley, interviewed and recorded by their son, William G. Hartley, along with input from the writings and musings of “Miracle Bill” himself. Bill reviewed and approved this account.

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Photo Acknowledgements

http://www.ldschurchnewsarchive.com/media/photos/2001/5023.jpg
https://www.sailonboard.com/vessel/europa/
http://www.sailingshipadventures.com/index.cfm?event=GetVesselDetails&VesselID=80
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europa_(ship)#/media/File:SV_Europa_barque_2007-07.jpg
https://unionice.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/1942.jpg
http://l7.alamy.com/zooms/40fd3e022ccf4a4dbe7cdfbe363dd3b3/high-angle-view-of-men-working-on-railroad-tracks-jwantm.jpg


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Monday, November 7, 2016

My Uncle Chuck Hartley - Asthma and Divine Intervention

My father, Jim Hartley, recently took a trip up to Montana to visit his brother Chuck (my uncle). While there, Jim had the opportunity to interview Chuck. Jim got some additional information and updated a great family story about Chuck's asthma and near death as a child. I first shared this story based on another account on November 2016, and I have included it at the very bottom here. Directly below is the "updated" version and is my father Jim's own words:

Charles A. Hartley, III: Little Charlie’s Asthma and Divine Intervention

Grandma Norma Hartley & "Little Charlie"
(My Uncle Chuck) - About 1936 
It was 1938. A new recession had complicated America’s efforts to recover from the Great Depression. At that time, a young family, Charles and Norma Hartley, with their first child, 18-month old Little Charlie, felt fortunate to rent a small, one-bedroom unit that was part of a duplex in southeast Salt Lake City, Utah.

In the duplex’s other half were Mr. and Mrs. Charles Buckle, the owners of the property. Norma loved Mrs. Buckle and regarded her like a second mother. Mrs. Buckle was an earnest follower of the Christian Science faith.

Across the street were Mr. and Mrs. George Glade and their six children. George was the co-owner of the Glade Candy Company. The more Charles and Norma got to know the Glades, the more they thought they were the ideal family. Like Norma, the Glades were devout Mormons—members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Little Charlie was a bright, lively child. But, almost from the time of his birth, he suffered from serious asthma and allergies. Seeking medical help, they took Little Charlie to a highly-recommended doctor named Dr. Blood. That doctor required an expensive $10 payment up-front for each visit. Charles and Norma sarcastically referred to his fees as “Blood money.” When Dr. Blood failed to help the baby, they found another doctor, Dr. Ross. He was very compassionate toward Little Charlie, because he too suffered from asthma. After numerous tests, Dr. Ross identified that the baby was allergic to many things, including cow’s milk, wheat, and egg whites. So, Little Charlie was put on a special diet that included goat’s milk, rice, and oatmeal instead. His allergic condition improved dramatically, but he still suffered from periodic bouts with severe asthma.

One day, Little Charlie’s asthma turned alarmingly bad. He could barely breathe and he wouldn’t eat or drink. Norma had to carry her suffering child upright in her arms in order for him to even steal gasps of air. Norma became desperate and telephoned Dr. Ross. He quickly visited their home and gave Little Charlie an adrenalin shot, but it had no effect.

Mrs. Buckle came from next door to help Norma. They took turns holding and calming Little Charlie. Seeing the baby’s worsening condition, they felt they needed divine intervention. Mrs. Buckle suggested that her Christian Science practitioner could help.
As a devout Mormon, Norma knew that special blessings for the sick could be given by elders of her church, but she was hesitant to contact them because her husband was not a Mormon, and she didn’t know whether he would approve.

Grandpa Charles Hartley, Little Charlie, and Norma
About 1940
After Charles got home from work that evening, he was shocked to see his little son wheeze and battle for breath. Norma informed him of everything that she and Mrs. Buckle had done, the visit by the doctor, and the ineffective injection of adrenalin. She then asked Charles if he would be willing to let her call the Mormon elders for a priesthood blessing on the baby. To her great relief, Charles agreed. Norma quickly contacted her neighbor, George Glade. George’s father-in-law happened to be visiting. Both men were ordained elders in the Mormon Church. The two came to the house and gave Little Charlie a priesthood blessing. Their administration was in accordance with the instruction of the Apostle James that is recorded in the New Testament: “Is any sick among you? Let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord: and the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up…” (James 5:14-15). 

After their administration, George Glade and his father-in-law returned home. George described to his family how dire Little Charlie’s condition was, and stated that he doubted whether the baby would survive the night.

After the elders left, Norma and Charles alternated holding and comforting their infant son. Soon, Little Charlie said weakly, “I’m hungry.” Surprised and hopeful, they gave him a glass of goat’s milk. Within a few minutes, the baby began to vomit, expelling large amounts of suffocating mucus. He then began to breathe freely. A little while later, Little Charlie again said that he was hungry. They brought him a small bowl of soup with rice crackers. Little Charlie successfully ate the tiny meal. His wheezing stopped and he drifted off to sleep. The potentially fatal asthma attack was gone.

The next day, the Glade children and several of their friends were on their way to school. They decided to stop by the house to inquire if Little Charlie had died during the night. Norma reassured them that he was very much alive. She invited them in. They saw Little Charlie in his highchair enjoying his breakfast and were amazed to see him so lively. 

Although he has continued to struggle from time to time with asthma and allergies, Little Charlie—now preferring the nickname, Chuck—has become a brilliant and talented individual. He has had a long and remarkable career in electronics that includes work with Stanford University’s linear accelerator, the Atomic Energy Agency of Brazil, and Taiwan’s Air Force. He developed a controller for purifying water in cooling towers that were used to protect large computer installations in the U.S., Germany, Wales, and England. He completed digital radio and telecommunications projects in nearly every state in the United States, and in many other countries, including Sri Lanka, Indonesia, Canada, Mexico, Argentina, and in Central America and the Caribbean islands.

At this writing, Chuck has lived more than 80 years, which is longer than all but one of his paternal Hartley ancestors. And, by his mother’s account, Chuck would never have had such a remarkable life had it not been for divine intervention when asthma nearly took his life when he was 18-months old.

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Adapted by James E. Hartley from autobiographical oral histories of Norma Miner Hartley and Charles Alton Hartley, Jr., both interviewed and recorded by their son, William G. Hartley. Chuck Hartley (Little Charlie) reviewed and approved of this account.
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Original version of the same story:

Norma Miner Hartley (Haymond), my grandmother, passed away in 1992. In 2014, many Hartley's held a 100th "birthday celebration reunion" to remember her and recognize her life. At the reunion, a booklet with many stories and biographical information about her was given out. It was written by a few of my uncles and is available in its entirety on FamilySearch.org. I want to share one particular story from this booklet that has helped strengthen my faith in the power of the priesthood and its healing powers. When the story references, "Mom," it is referring to my grandma Norma Miner Hartley (Haymond).  Below is the story from the booklet:

"Charles Alton Hartley III was born [...] 1936 in Holy Cross Hospital [Salt Lake City, Utah]. In those days they kept mothers in the hospital ten days after bearing a child. Little Chuck was an asthmatic baby and Mom said “he was my first baby and so I didn’t know what to do.” Because of the Depression, to visit the doctor she had to have ten dollars in hand to get in the door. That doctor didn’t know what caused Chuck’s problems but made Mom feel it was her negligence. The next doctor was an asthmatic himself so diagnosed that Chuck could not have milk, flour, or eggs, or house dust. Chuck went on goats' milk, rice cakes, and oatmeal instead of wheat, and he began to snap out of it. But when he had an asthma attack, it’d be terrible.

When Chuck was about 18 months old, he had an asthma attack that the doctor’s adrenaline shot couldn’t stop. After work, Dad saw how bad Chuck was, so he agreed to Mom’s request to have elders bless Chuck. About then two sets of friends came by, and saw how bad Chuck was. Chuck could keep nothing in his stomach, even water. Mom had to walk and carry him for “If I laid him down he’d just gasp for air and go almost blue.” After the elders administered to Chuck, Dad finished dinner and then took a turn with Chuck. Chuck suddenly said “I’m hungry.” Dad gave him a drink of goats' milk and Chuck threw up everything, including terrible mucous that was in his throat. After that, he soon said “I’m still hungry,” so they fed him soup with rice crackers. He held that down, then went to sleep and stopped wheezing.


Friends came back and couldn’t believe Chuck made it. Children next door came by the next morning to the porch. “Mrs. Hartley, did Chuck die?” they asked. “We heard our Daddy say he didn’t think that the little boy would live through the night.” Mom invited them in to see Chuck eating in his high chair. Mom said: “And everyone said they couldn’t believe what they had seen. So the power of the priesthood. So Dad, after that, whenever any of you were sick, he always let me call in the elders.”

Friday, October 21, 2016

From My Grandma Frye - "My Faith in Prayers"

Elizabeth Annie West Frye
1912 - 1993
With Halloween approaching soon, this seems like a fitting experience to share from my Grandma Frye because it mentions ghosts and goblins. In reality, this isn't about Halloween, but rather it is one of her autobiographical records entitled "My Faith in Prayers." I don't know exactly when this was written, but I enjoyed my Grandma Frye's words and her faith. It has helped strengthen my faith in prayer and how it can be a source of comfort and guidance in times of need. Below are her words:

MY FAITH IN PRAYERS
Elizabeth W. Frye

From the time I was a young girl, I have been a great believer in prayer. I well remember to this day the times when I would be visiting our neighbor girls and would stay until dusk. Then I would have the quarter mile walk home and the fear of goblins or ghosts or other unknown things, and I would race toward home as fast as my legs would carry me, and always with a prayer in my heart that I would be safe from any harm. It was bad enough to have to face my parents after I arrived home and to be reprimanded for being so late in getting home. But my fear of goblins was even greater.

I attended college at the University of Wyoming during the depression years from 1929 to 1933. God and his angels were probably overworked listening to all my prayers. I graduated in the spring of 1933 and obtained a teaching job in a rural school up in the mountains of Wyoming near Laramie. There was a family with two young daughters. The man and his wife were homesteading on some land up in the mountains at an elevation of about 7,500 ft.

I was warned about the loneliness I would experience up in the mountains, and about all the disadvantages of living there. I would have about a two-mile walk from a ranch at the foot of the mountain up to the small frame home of the homesteaders. If and when I wanted to go to Laramie for food and other necessities, I would have to walk about two miles down the hill to the neighbors and ride to town with them. After returning back to their ranch, I would visit with them as long as I dared, before the sun went down.

In order to find the school or the home, I would have to walk on a straight course up the mountain to the plateau. I had to watch for a ridge of rocks about a foot high, and a quarter mile long, over to my right. That was my only guide to show I was on course. After I passed the ridge of rocks, I was on my own and had to go by feel in regard to the distance travelled. There was absolutely nothing to use as a guide after that.

One evening after returning from my trip to Laramie, I stayed a little later than I should have, visiting with the ranchers. It was almost dusk when I started back to my place of abode on the plateau. While I had been gone to town, there had been a light snowfall on the mountain. I watched for the ridge of rocks but couldn't see it. I was afraid it was covered with snow. I felt I had gone far enough to see it. Now what was I going to do? The darkness seemed to be coming on earlier than usual, and here I had just started out. I knew I needed help, and fast. I felt I had often leaned too heavily on the Lord and hated to turn to Him now when it was my own fault because I had started home too late. I felt I must go on, but I did have a prayer in my heart. I looked again to my right and saw something darker than the rest of the snow. It was the ridge of rocks, peaking out of the snow and barely visible! I must hurry on, as darkness comes on swiftly in the mountains.

My footsteps quickened, even though I was going uphill all the way. Now I had no guideposts along the way—only my sense of feeling for distance travelled. I didn't trust it now but hurried on. When I felt I had walked far enough to see the schoolhouse, I saw nothing but a white expanse clear over to the horizon. The prayer in my heart now became audible, and I prayed fervently that I would find the schoolhouse. But it was painted white, and the snow was white! Should I go back to the ranch or should I go on? The people at the ranch had probably gone to bed by now, and there would be no light to guide me. No, I must go on. There were no other homes for miles around. I was a lone traveler, and God would have to be my pilot if I made it.

Again, I prayed fervently, knowing that God does hear and answer our prayers. He had proven Himself in the past. But my prayers were now in the form of pleading. But I did have faith. Again, I scanned the horizon and the terrain all around. Off in the distance I saw something even whiter than snow, but it was so far away. It was on the horizon. Could I walk that long a distance to see what it was?

In the past, I had many prayers answered as a child. Would God answer them again if I pleaded? Then the scripture came to my mind that said, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct thy path." (Proverbs 3:5,6). Even though the very white object on the horizon seemed far away, I felt I should walk toward it. It seemed so far at first, but after my prayer it seemed to move closer. It wasn't long until I was able to distinguish the form of a little white schoolhouse which seemed to move closer to me, and since then I have always called it "The blessed little white school-house."



Sunday, September 25, 2016

Prophecy for the Country of Latvia - Elder James E. Faust

The Star Valley Wyoming temple is scheduled to be dedicated on October 30, 2016. I learned this temple is in fulfillment of a prophecy given by Elder Moses Thatcher at least 122 years ago from today (an apostle of the church at the time). It is quite amazing! The site, www.ldschurchtemples.com, reported as follows about the prophecy for the Star Valley Wyoming temple (zoom on image to read if it necessary):

 


Here is the original Deseret Weekly article that recorded that Elder Moses Thatcher gave such a prophecy (zoom to read it if necessary):


What I found interesting is this prophecy was recorded in what is probably now considered a very obscure place from a year 2016 perspective. It was also a very short and simple record that an apostle gave a prophecy.

James E. Faust
1920 - 2007
So, what does this have to do with Elder James E. Faust and the country of Latvia?  There is a prophecy Elder Faust gave that is worth mentioning here since I was unable to find it referenced on the Internet.

I have a physical copy of the Church Almanac of 2007 produced by Deseret News. If I recall correctly, Deseret News no longer produces these almanacs so this almanac may become obscure in the future just like the "Deseret Weekly" is for us living in 2016.

In the Church Almanac of 2007 on page 393, the following prophecy was recorded as follows relating to country of Latvia:

"In March 1993 Latvia was visited by Elder James E. Faust of the Quorum of the Twelve. During that visit, Elder Faust said in a missionary meeting, 'I prophesy, in your lifetime, you will see several stakes organized in the country of Latvia under Latvian leadership. You are pioneers; you can tell your children about it.' "

Here is an image of the where the prophecy is recorded (you may need to download it and zoom in):



Just like the prophecy relating to the Star Valley Wyoming Temple, the prophecy relating to the country of Latvia is short and simple and also recorded in an obscure place. Since Elder Faust's prophecy was given during a missionary meeting in 1993, I presume he was speaking to young proselyting missionaries who were around the age of 20. If some of those missionaries live to around age 80 or 90, the fulfillment of the prophecy may occur sometime around 2053-2063 if one wants to speculate. The years 2053-2063 seem reasonable based on life expectancies these days. To date, there are not multiple stakes in Latvia so this prophecy has not yet been fulfilled.

I also want to add that a church's official news site, www.mormonnewsroom.org, lists a practically verbatim description of Latvia compared to the almanac of 2007. See the screenshot below from Mormon Newsroom and compare that to the screen shot above of the almanac's description of Latvia. A major difference between the Mormon Newsroom (image taken  September 25, 2016) and the 2007 Almanac is that the Mormon Newsroom omits the prophecy given by Elder James E. Faust. I just want to note this as an observation.

Overall, let it be known that prophets, seers, and revelators still live in our day and this prophecy can be followed to see its fulfillment. I have faith that it will be fulfilled eventually, and that it will be fulfilled just as Elder Faust says.

Latvia from Mormon Newsroom:




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LDS Church Temples - Star Valley Wyoming


Mormon News Room - Latvia




Friday, July 29, 2016

Why My Grandpa Frye Joined the Church

Grandma and Grandpa Frye
My grandfather, Kenneth Leroy Frye, had his autobiography typed by my mother, Linda Beth Frye Hartley, in 1975. He recounted his experience of joining The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints that I found faith promoting, and I want to share it. Below are his words copied verbatim about his conversion. His entire autobiography is available through FamilySearch.org. I am grateful for diligent missionaries and Sunday School teachers, a grandma who left a good example and influence, and also God's priesthood authority and power.

From my grandpa's autobiography:

"[...] The story of the early part of my life, my Navy Career and other jobs, ends here. Now I'll tell the story of the religious side of my life. My parents were Methodists so that is the faith I embraced.

My wife is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. So when our children were born, she wanted them blessed in her church, which I agreed to.

Sometime before we left Washington, D.C., the missionaries of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or Mormons, started calling at our home. I let them in, treated them politely and listened to one or two of the lessons. I was a hard nut to crack, so they stopped coming to see me. A second set came and gave up. If I remember correctly, a third set came. I had a lot of questions the others weren't able to answer. When I asked the same questions of these missionaries, one of them would go on talking while the other would search the scriptures for an answer. And he nearly always found it. I was doing quite well with these missionaries but was far from being converted. Then I was transferred to California.

It wasn't long until the missionaries started coming to see me again. But they finally gave up. Then Brother Jay A. Van Wagoner and another missionary, Brother Miller, came to see me. Brother Van Wagoner was able to answer my questions better than any of the missionaries.

Then too, I had been attending the investigator's class with Sister Verla Sandstrom as the teacher. She was a very good teacher. And through her influence and some really good missionaries, but primarily through the good influence and example of my wife, I finally consented to being baptized. But I didn't feel that I was yet fully converted.

However, there was something even more significant that played a great part in my conversion. My wife had been subject to blackouts after the birth of our first child, and her condition grew worse with each succeeding pregnancy. Once she fell and cut her head open. The missionaries had been coming to see us, and my wife, having great faith, suggested that we ask the missionaries to administer to her. My first reaction was, "What can those two young kids do who aren't even dry behind the ears yet?" But I knew no harm could be done so consented to her being administered to.

Well, needless to say, after that I had greater respect for the priesthood and its powers. Beth has never had one blackout since that time. She did have a sort of amnesia spell while in a neurologist's office a short time after that, but nothing more even of that nature since.

It was on 6 March 1954, that I was baptized, and I was confirmed on 7 March 1954. I was baptized and confirmed by Jay A. Van Wagoner, an Elder."

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Modern Day Miracles Performed by Church Leaders

Harold B. Lee
 11th president of the church
(Birth 1899 - Death 1973)

Listed below are some miracles that a handful of leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints ("Mormon" church) have performed or experienced. The intention here is to have a resource linking some publicly documented miracles into one place. This is not a complete list, but I am sharing here some I am personally aware of or have encountered. I have provided summaries of the miracles here and more details can be obtained by visiting the sources provided.

Another intention of this post is to help reinforce the faith of individuals who already believe in Jesus Christ as the Savior of the world, and that by faith in Him miracles can be wrought (Mormon 9:9-21). 

Additionally, Elder Dallin H. Oaks,  a church leader, also gave a talk on miracles somewhat recently that provides great information. I highly recommend reading it. The talk can be accessed here

Lorenzo Snow raised Ella Jensen from the dead

"In March 1891, during the time Elder Snow was holding a stake conference in Brigham City, a fifteen-year-old girl named Ella Jensen passed away. She had suffered with scarlet fever for over a week. She knew she was going to die and said good-bye to her family. She could hear her parents and others weeping, which troubled her greatly. Her spirit entered the spirit world and remained there several hours.

While Elder Snow was speaking in conference, a note was handed to him, telling of Ella’s death. He excused himself from the meeting, saying “it was a call to visit some people who were in deep sorrow” (Romney, The Life of Lorenzo Snow, p. 413). Taking Elder Rudger Clawson with him, he accompanied Ella’s father to the Jensen home. They went to the bedroom where the girl lay dead. President Snow asked President Clawson to anoint her, and then blessed her himself, using a “‘very extraordinary expression, in a commanding tone of voice: “Come back, Ella, come back. Your work upon the earth is not yet completed.”’ …

“‘… More than an hour later, after President Snow administered to her, … she opened her eyes. She looked about the room, and [asked,] “Where is he?” [Her parents asked,] “Who?” “Why, Brother Snow,” she replied, “he called me back.”’"

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Wilford Woodruff raised his wife Phoebe from the dead

"After Wilford Woodruff’s young wife Phoebe passed away, he was inspired to administer to her [to give a priesthood blessing] and rebuke the power of death. He wrote of the incident:

“Her spirit returned to her body, and from that hour she was made whole; and we all felt to praise the name of God, and to trust in Him and to keep His commandments.
“While this operation was going on with me (as my wife related afterwards) her spirit left her body, and she saw it lying upon the bed, and the sisters weeping. She looked at them and at me, and upon her babe, and, while gazing upon this scene, two personages came into the room. …

One of these messengers informed her that she could have her choice: she might go to rest in the spirit world, or, on one condition she could have the privilege of returning to her tabernacle and continuing her labors upon the earth. The condition was, if she felt that she could stand by her husband, and with him pass through all the cares, trials, tribulations and afflictions of life which he would be called to pass through for the gospel’s sake unto the end. When she looked at the situation of her husband and child she said: ‘Yes, I will do it!’

“At the moment that decision was made the power of faith rested upon me, and when I administered unto her, her spirit entered her tabernacle. …” "

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Joseph Smith raised William Huntington from the dead

"William D. Huntington related to Levi Curtis the story of how the Prophet Joseph Smith literally brought him back to life. Brother Huntington was one of a large number of members who fell ill in the early days of Nauvoo. He told of becoming weaker and weaker, until he “presently felt easy, and … found that he was in the upper part of the room near the ceiling, and could see the body he had occupied lying on the bed, with weeping friends, standing around.”

Joseph Smith and two other men came into the room and prepared to administer a priesthood blessing. They “laid their hands upon the head of his body, … and as the three stretched out their hands … , he by some means became aware that he must go back into that body, and started to do so. The process of getting in he could not remember; but when Joseph said ‘amen,’ he heard and could see and feel with his body. …

“As soon as the brethren had taken their hands from his head he raised up in bed, sitting erect, and in another moment turned his legs off the bed.

“At this juncture Joseph asked him if he had not better be careful, for he was very weak. He replied, ‘I never felt better in my life.’”

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Joseph Smith healed Elsa Johnson's (also known as Alice) arm that couldn't be used 

"Ezra Booth was a Methodist minister who became acquainted with the Church in 1831 through reading and discussing the Book of Mormon with John Johnson of Hiram, Ohio. They traveled to Kirtland and met with the Prophet [Joseph Smith], and on this occasion they witnessed a miraculous healing of John Johnson’s wife, Elsa. She had been plagued with chronic rheumatism in her shoulder that prevented her from using her arm. When Joseph took her by the hand and said, “I command thee to be whole,” she was immediately healed. Booth was baptized in May 1831 and served a short mission in the Hiram region."

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Joseph Smith healed Henry Sherwood, Elijah Fordham, Joseph Noble, dying twin babies and others from debilitating illness

"In the summer of 1839 [...], Joseph Smith also became ill, but after several days confinement he was prompted to arise and extend help to others. The day of 22 July was, in the words of Wilford Woodruff, “a day of God’s power” in Nauvoo and Montrose. That morning the Prophet arose and, being filled with the Spirit of the Lord, administered to the sick in his house and in the yard outside. More sick people were down by the river, and there too he administered with great power to the faithful. One such, Henry G. Sherwood, was near death. Joseph stepped to the door of Brother Sherwood’s tent and commanded him to rise and come out; he obeyed and was healed...

One of the most memorable of the healings in Montrose was that of Elijah Fordham. When the brethren arrived he was lying in bed unable to speak.

“Brother Joseph walked up to Brother Fordham, and took him by the right hand. …

“He saw that Brother Fordham’s eyes were glazed, and that he was speechless and unconscious.

“After taking hold of his hand, he looked down into the dying man’s face and said: ‘Brother Fordham, do you not know me?’ At first he made no reply; but we could all see the effect of the Spirit of God resting upon him.

“He again said: ‘Elijah, do you not know me?’

“With a low whisper, Brother Fordham answered, ‘Yes!’

“The Prophet then said, ‘Have you not faith to be healed?’

“The answer, which was a little plainer than before, was: ‘I am afraid it is too late. If you had come sooner, I think it might have been.’

“He had the appearance of a man waking from sleep. It was the sleep of death.

“Joseph then said: ‘Do you believe that Jesus is the Christ?’

“‘I do, Brother Joseph,’ was the response.

“Then the Prophet of God spoke with a loud voice, as in the majesty of the Godhead: ‘Elijah, I command you, in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, to arise and be made whole!’

“The words of the Prophet were not like the words of man, but like the voice of God. It seemed to me that the house shook from its foundation.

“Elijah Fordham leaped from his bed like a man raised from the dead. A healthy color came to his face, and life was manifested in every act.”

They next visited Joseph B. Noble, who was also healed. Wilford Woodruff remembered this as the “greatest day for the manifestation of the power of God through the gift of healing since the organization of the Church.”

As the brethren were at the river bank preparing to cross back to Nauvoo, a nonmember who had heard of the miracles that day asked the Prophet if he would come and administer to his dying twin babies about two miles from Montrose. Joseph said he could not go, but he gave Wilford Woodruff a red silk handkerchief and told him to administer to them, promising that when he wiped their faces with it they would be healed. The Prophet also promised that the handkerchief would remain a bond between them as long as Wilford kept it. Obedient to the charge, Wilford testified that the children were healed. He treasured the keepsake the rest of his life."

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Brigham Young, Willard Richards, and Wilford Woodruff give priesthood blessing to May Pitts (or Mary Pitt) who had been lame for several years and could then walk again

"As Elder Woodruff recorded in his marvelously detailed diary... A notable miracle was wrought by faith and the power of God in the person of Sister Mary Pitt at Dymok. She had been confined six years to her bed, with the spine, which mostly deprived her of the use of her feet and ankles, and had not walked for 11 years, only with the use of crutches. Elders Young, Richards, and Woodruff laid hands upon her and rebuked her infirmity and her ankle bones received strength and she now walks without the aid of crutch or staff."

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Harold B. Lee healed a lame boy since birth, Joviniano dos Santos, and was then able to walk

"In Brazil, … two of the elders came to me [Harold B. Lee] and said, “We have a family here that is investigating. They have a little boy who is six years old who has never walked. When we told him that there was going to be an apostle here tonight for the conference, the little boy said, ‘When the apostle comes, he will bless me and I will walk. …’”

The elder said, “Would you be kind enough to join with us in blessing this little boy?” I replied that I would.

The president was busy with some other things at the conference, so I went with the two elders and the father carried this little boy in his arms and carried him in and sat him on a chair. The mother and two smaller children sat there, and the only impression I had as the elders and I put our hands on his head was that the little fellow sat there and cried all the time we were blessing him. He was overcome by something.

On my way home I got a letter from President Moyle who said, “We are anxious to have you come home and tell us about the healing that came to that little boy down in Brazil.” I hadn’t heard anything about the outcome of the blessing, but when I arrived home I was shown a picture showing this little boy standing on his feet for the first time.

That miracle didn’t come because of me; it didn’t come because of the elders; this was because the Lord himself, by my hand and the hands of the elders, put his hands upon the head of that little boy by our hands and he received the strength … to stand on his feet for the first time since his birth."

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David Whitmer miraculously performed labor more quickly and received angelic assistance in his field

"A late May planting was essential for successful fall crops; therefore, David Whitmer had to plow and prepare the soil before he could take his two-horse wagon to pick up Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery. At the end of a day of plowing he found he had accomplished in one day what normally would have taken two days to do. David’s father was likewise impressed by this apparent miracle. Peter Whitmer, Sr., said, “There must be an overruling hand in this, and I think you would better go down to Pennsylvania as soon as your plaster of paris is sown.” (Plaster of paris was used to reduce the acidity of the soil.) The next day David went to the fields to sow the plaster, but to his surprise he found the work had been done. His sister, who lived near the field, said that her children had called her to watch three strangers the day before spread the plaster with remarkable skill. She assumed they were men David had hired.

Grateful for this divine intervention, David Whitmer hurried off on the three-day journey to Harmony. Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery met him as he approached the town. Although David had not told them exactly when he was coming, Joseph had seen in vision the details of David’s trip to Harmony. These three miracles witnessed by David Whitmer exemplified the Prophet’s seership and the Lord’s intervention for the successful inauguration of the Restoration."

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Joseph Smith, Hyrum Smith, John Whitmer, and David Whitmer were miraculously unrecognized by their enemies

"A few days later Joseph Smith returned to Colesville with Oliver Cowdery to confirm [confer the gift of the Holy Ghost] those who had been baptized; they had just arrived when a mob began to gather. They thought it best to leave, without even taking time to rest. Joseph and Oliver barely escaped the mob that pursued them throughout the night. Joseph said, “Thus were we persecuted on account of our religious faith—in a country the Constitution of which guarantees to every man the indefeasible right to worship God according to the dictates of his own conscience—and by men, too, who were professors of religion, and who were not backward to maintain the right of religious liberty for themselves, though they could thus wantonly deny it to us.”

Meanwhile the Saints in Colesville prayed that Joseph and Oliver would again come to visit them. The Prophet’s return to Colesville in early August involved a miracle. Because hostile feelings persisted, Joseph and Hyrum Smith and John and David Whitmer prayed mightily before their journey, and as Newel Knight declared, “their prayers were not in vain. A little distance from my house they encountered a large company of men at work upon the public road, amongst whom were some of our most bitter enemies who looked earnestly at the brethren but not knowing them, the brethren passed on unmolested.”"

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Heber J. Grant healed Elder Hugh B. Brown immediately from an illness that threatened to send Elder Brown home early from a mission

"One other experience greatly impressed Elder Brown during his mission years. A particular illness struck Elder Brown and even though another year remained of the original call, President Grant suggested an honorable release from the mission to enable Elder Brown to return for medical treatment. He responded by assuring President Grant that a blessing at his hands would ensure that the mission could be completed in good health. The blessing pronounced by President Grant produced an instant healing and the mission was completed without recurrence of the illness."

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Hugh B. Brown miraculously has words given to him while speaking to a group of 16-17 large families in England -- every man, woman and child of these families were eventually baptized within three months

"Heber J. Grant, president of the European Mission, assigned Elder Brown to labor in the Norwich Conference, in the university city of Cambridge. Mobs had driven out the last pair of elders and Elder Brown was left without a partner after the first day there. Feeling, he said, the reality of his situation—a young, inexperienced, uneducated cowboy from Canada in Cambridge—and after tracting for several days without any sign of success, he felt a mistake had been made in sending him there. He returned to his lodging thoroughly discouraged. That evening a man called and explained that his and sixteen other families had left the Church of England one week earlier because they no longer believed it was true. All that week they had prayed to the Lord to send them a new pastor. When the man found a tract Elder Brown had left, he felt their prayers were answered. “I have come to ask, Sir,” said the man, “if you will come tomorrow to my home and be our new Pastor.”

Elder Brown accepted, but felt frightened and unprepared. He had never attended a meeting in the mission field. He had had no training. But he had a “deep-seated faith that God would see me through” and immediately began a night and a day of prayer and fasting. When the meeting time finally came, he was, as he says, “frightened to death.” He began the meeting by singing “O My Father,” then had them all kneel together in prayer with him. “As I spoke the name of God, I lost all fear, all worry and all concern and felt sure that He would take over, which He did in a miraculous way.”

Elder Brown explains that he spoke for forty-five minutes, feeling throughout that “the Lord spoke to them through me.” At the close of the meeting those in attendance bore witness that he had shared with them the truth they had been looking for. Within three months, every person he taught there that night was baptized."

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