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Show 189 organize the Relief Society of South Sevier Stake. They wanted Mama for second counselor. "We have to have the dining room, " Mama said. Papa was a good bishop. Everybody in town was soon involved and the ward hummed like a beehive. People who had been disaffected for years became active and the young people rallied to him. Backsliders repented, and the Presiding Bishopric sent him a letter of commendation because his records were correct, ward teaching reached 100% and tithes increased. My relationship to Papa had steadily improved since my nurse training. I brought home a new-fangled idea of calling him "Dad" instead of "Papa. " He said nothing to me, but grumbled to Mama, "What's this about, her calling me 'Dad'?" Another inovation which surprised him was that I sometimes put my arms around him and kissed him. He wondered what I wanted, but I wanted only to show him I loved him, that my appreciation of him had enlarged with my growing up. Now while I was home Papa heard from the Ranger that an early snow in Three Creek had left a herd of yearlings without grass. Papa bargained for a field fifteen miles from the ranch in Clear Creek Canyon and prepared to go to the ranch after the cattle. "Papa, let me go with you, " I said. "It's a long trip, " he said. "Hard driving and it will be cold there. " "I've been on long t r i p s - t o the ranch when it snowed. " "We'll have to say overnight, " he said. "Not enough bedding. " "We can keep the fire going. " "Oh, all right, if you're determined to go. " He seemed pleased. |