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Dear Elder and Sister Scott,
Brother Taylor is finally back on track, I hope. I would hate to repeat the events of the past two weeks, although I am not un aware that tribulation brings us closer to our Heavenly Father. When I had a bad fall just the week before Thanksgiving, it was my children who stepped in and took me to get some medical help. No broken bones, but a painful injury that lingers on. I am benefiting from Hospice visitors regularly--in fact the one on Friday left me exhausted after a grueling system of exercise to strengthen those muscles which are painful to use.
During my recuperation my sister Zesta Ziemer passed away and I was invited to read a tribute I had prepared months ago and had passed it by both of her daughters for approval. I was not able to do unassisted walking, and my back was so sore that I sat in a recliner at the front of the chapel and read my tribute from there. Some of Zesta's family voiced their surprise when a voice boomed out over the connection and my hand which held my notes didn't even shake. They decided I was not as old as I looked (I had taken a skin cancer treatment earlier that week). The funeral was conducted by Zesta's grandson, who is a stake president in Arizona. The spirit in the service was so peaceful and the music from her family so lovely that I said it was the most wonderful funeral I had ever attended. I still marvel at the outstanding music and talks and SPIRIT. I was so proud of my sister, for her life was one of quality service.
I had a special experience Friday when I was asked to give the prayer of dedication at the lovely-decorated log cabin that Randy Chambers unearthed back in April. He had done a beautiful job of restoration and added furniture and relics that added to the spirit of the place. A relative in Oregon had sent him two old oval pictures of the original owner and his wife, so those were hung on one wall with other older relatives . Altogether the décor made the place have a hallowed feeling. I had been able to help Randy find that his 2nd great-grandfather's family had owned that property. Then some family history had been unearthed which showed the family had come across the plains in 1865 and moved to Farr West (then a part ofHarrisville) in 1866, The whole project was so fascinating that I was having a celestial experience in searching my record of Farr West to find Randy had bought land that had belonged to his 2nd great-grandparents. What a precious find! And today the cabin (visible from the outside) and surrounding offices make a wonderful addition to Farr West. The dedication brought relatives from as far away as Oregon. It is a miracle the way all of the pieces fit together. It was identified with RECORDS
I hope you are keeping a good journal and that the habit will continue throughout your life.
Love, Brian
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