||CONNECTION Camille Olsen Lindsay Professional First Place Anecdote The cloth in the old wool suit must have been forty-seven years old and the last time it was worn was when my older brother Russell wore it to pass the sacrament in 1945. That was only the week before he had tragically and accidentally died in our old garage at the end of a knotted rope. Why had the old suit been kept all these years, first in the bottom of Mom's cedar chest and later in a basement closet? It was probably a made-over suit from Dad. Mom was always altering clothes for our family because that was the way it was done id those days when people were frugal and dirt poor. Most of them lived during the Depression, and remembered. The suit re-appeared one Saturday evening on the body of my twelve year-old son who almost filled its form. Its double-breasted style was again coming into trend and it didn't look altogether old-fashioned. The pants were a little long on the bottom. Grant asked, "Mom, can I wear this suit to church tomorrow. It almost fits and you promised me I could wear it when I could fill it." "Well, you know that it is old and maybe out of style. The kids might make fun of you." "I don't care, Mom," he said quietly. "It was Uncle Russell's." "I'llhave to take up the bottoms of the pants,* I agreed. So the needle and thread and wool pressing cloth were found and the old wool suit was altered one more time. It didn't take long, the alteration, and when it was finished, it fit well. As my son slipped into the newly pressed suit, he said, "Oh, Then I knew why the old suit had been kept. It was to make the connect ion-the connection between the generations, and so another twelve-year-old boy could pass the sacrament.