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Show in my father's house/ 70 we all knew we would each have a cross to bear, that we would go through some personal torment just as your father did for the stand we'd taken." When my mother talked this way, I knew she was thinking of her illness. "Still, we were surprised when the persecutions came even with all the rumblings of trouble. I guess it began for us about the time Sarah came into the family. "Not that we minded having Sarah in the family," she hastened to add. "Quite the opposite. Having Sarah around was like having Christmas every day. We thought her the wittiest, most talented girl we'd ever met. Marrying Sarah was like welcoming home a long-lost sister. And whatever we did together -- oh, we had fun!" Aunt Sarah, with the ruddy strength of a farmer's daughter, and the devotion of a lifelong Church-member, bonded instantly with the twins and stood unwaveringly in Aunt Gerda's wake. Aunt Sarah also brought trouble. Always one of the more devout members of her Mormon farming community, she quaked with conviction when my father spoke about the Principle. She could not be sure which she loved most -- him or the Gospel. Aunt Sarah's father, Brother Miles, as a man of few words, did not explain why he stalked out of the house when the young doctor visited with his whole harem, and invited his oldest daughter to go picnicking with them. But when Sarah returned, he made it clear to her: No daughter of his would get caught |