||years old when it snowed. Their brothers and sisters called her "Let" and Calista was "Lit." She stamped her foot and insisted that her name "MOT LET," but they wouldn't listen. They just Teased her more when she got angry. " Come over here. Let," ten-year-old Frank called from the chopping block. "Lay your hand down. " Unquestioningly Arietta laid it flat and looked up into his eyes. Thinking that she would jerk her hand back when he made a and two fingers were gone as a reminder of this day. Frank screamed with sudden fear, "Mama, come quick". Arietta stared in unbelief. When the blood flowed, she sobbed hysterically. The family members not working in the fields rushed into the dooryard. They applied a pressure bandage above the wound, spread Sticky Gum Salve on the fingers to prevent infection, and bound her hand tightly. 11 took months for the ends of her them. Oft times she hit them and they would bleed, and she cried with pain and fear again. Frank grieved. He did everything he could to show how sorry he was. Frank was her defender and champion. Never again did he call her "Let" because he knew how much she disliked it. Source: book - " Before and After Mt. Pisgah" by Clare Christensen, pages 327-328.