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Show fO 5~ nor looking for converts. Then, one of my handsome brothers and his two young, lovely wives acted as an example of modern plural marriage. They spoke blithely of their living arrangements and of their human problems, as though they were easily overcome. When the communicaster asked my brother why he had chosen this way of life, he responded, "I was raised in it, reared to it, and I owe my life to it." "Would you die for it?" He nodded vehemently. "I would die for it." I knelt before the TV screen as waves of feeling washed over me. It was so strange to see my secretive, suspicious family announcing their beliefs over the media! I was tuched by my brother's claim, envious of his testimony, admiring of his dedication and understanding of his sense of obligation. I too, felt' a responsibility to family and Principle^MmA we had different ways of acting dulu, out. And I felt immensely proud of my father, for his courage in speaking out and for the dignity and assurance with which he spoke- - Xt dawned on me that he held importance beyond the confines of his group and his circle of patients, that he might leave workings a significant mark on the friotoryAof the world, as well. £a Hte braatLcast, But most significantly, I felt relieved^ for the circle of silence about my family had been broken. The fomenting guilt that I felt about my writing was soothed. The first weeks of the summer of 1976 passed quickly for I spent much of my time on the front porch or beside the big, bay windows of my livingroom writing, writing. It brought me a peace I had never known before. For the first time since I was thirteen, my father took time to fcJ?hone^did wish me 'Happy^irthday' and turning twenty-seven |