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Show 91 Fernnie, fifteen years older, likewise married and gone. Grandma had endured a hard pioneer life so far; her first husband, Ferney Tindrell, had been scalped by the Indians before their first child was born. Her second husband, Harvey Moore, by whom she had two sons, had left her when she wanted to be sealed to her first husband in the St. George Temple. Uncle Joe's full brother died of pneumonia as a young man, and then Grandma had married Papa's father as a second wife in polygamy. He was much older than she, ill a long time before he died. No woman thought of working to support her family in those days and there were no jobs open if she had, with the exception of midwifery (Grandma Rawlinson's recourse). The family was out of flour so Papa appealed to the bishop of the Kanosh ward. The town was one hundred per cent Mormon, and this untypical bishop said: "How could you pay me back?" Papa stumbled home, sick with humiliation and anger. The town drunk, who also ran the store, saw him and offered him flour. A friend of his father's offered him some calves to raise on shares, and another friend helped him make the adobes for his mother's house. He paid back his debt to the store by hauling posts at five cents per post. He cared for his family with no help from the church, but resented the bishop from that time forward. Mama reminded herself that he was a good man, hard-working and so honest he bent back the other way, and she loved him dearly. She asked the Lord to take the taste of tobacco away from him. Shortly after that |