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Show l6l of the Church.13 After his release from the board in l97l, he recalled some of his experiences in the Sunday School. I was appointed to the General Board of the Sunday School immediately after my arrival in Salt Lake City from Princeton, New Jersey in August, l946. Very soon afterwards, I received my first assignment to visit a Sunday School in Meadow, Utah, with brother David Lawrence McKay. Mayor Glade and brother Jensen were assigned to Fillmore the same day. Accordingly the four of us traveled together. What startled me was the letter I received that said we were to start on our journey soon after 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning. I grew up on a farm in Pima, Arizona, so I had been up early before, but I thought that since I no longer had to milk cows that getting up at this time in the morning was over. However, when I contemplated my affliction and the calibre of the men that were taking it in their stride, I, unlike Laman and Lemuel of old, decided not to murmur. However, when brother McKay came to get me at 4:00 a.m. I couldn't help remarking that I was thankful I knew the gospel was true or I never would have had the courage to forsake my bed at that ghastly hour. On another occasion about ten General Board members held the Sunday School convention in Ephraim and moved to Richfield for the afternoon session. However, two of us missed our ride. After a very rewarding convention session in the Institute building in the morning which ran a little overtime, Sister Gilmore and I came outside to discover that all the cars had already departed for Richfield. After scurrying around Ephraim for awhile, we finally found one of the local brethren who graciously consented to drive us to Richfield. We were, of course, a little late for the afternoon session and the discouraging thing was that all the sessions were fully manned and going beautifully without us when we arrived. It was quite clear that however necessary I might have felt that I was, the Lord was quite able to run his Sunday School without me. A third episode might well have been my last. I was sent to help with a convention in Mesa, Arizona in l963. I stayed with my brother LeRoy in Tempe and he graciously lent me his car to go to the evening meeting in Mesa. A boyhood neighbor from Pima, David Rogers, was at the meeting and he stayed after it was over to talk over old times. After we had visited awhile, he said he had dismissed his ride so I drove him home. When we got to his home, he said it was foolish to return to Mesa and outlined an unfamiliar route which bypassed Scottsdale on my way to Tempe. I didn't like the idea of picking my way over an unfamiliar route at l0 00 p.m. but finally consented to try it. I was uncertain where by brother's street was so I inquired and was directed to the street and number. I found the house without difficulty but was disappointed to find the |
