When I was just a little girl, I lived in a far away place- far from Church, School, and town. A place called Indianola, in Sanpete county Utah. I only lived there a few short years....but I loved that place.
A place of pretend, riding horses, decorating a tree house, making mud pies and riding to the "upper ranch" disappearing for hours in the hills picking wild berries and asparagus. If my memory serves me...there were only four homes in our little town. It was a fun place... it was a hard place to live.
(and I almost lost my life twice, but that's a story for another time)
I lived there in grades 1-2 and and again in 4-5th grade.
My Father was dairy man and cattle rancher. My Mother made our home beautiful.
But my story today isn't about Indianola or even about my parents or how we lived in this area...It is about
"Those who are a little more mature can have a tremendous influence on the younger generation."
I received this wonderful little book "What Makes Us Sisters" by Bonnie L. Oscarson from Bev- which got me to thinking about my story.
During most of my growing up years at home, my Mother didn't drive, she didn't have a drivers licence (again a story for another time =)
Because of my Fathers working hours...we missed Church quite often...because of the lack of a ride to church.
Back in the olden days Primary, Relief Society and Young Women meetings were held during the week each on a different day. Which meant if Dad couldn't drive us we didn't go.
When we could and we lived closer to the Church we would walk to church and attend meetings, Primary, Sunday School, and Sacrament meeting- all at different times...sometimes by our-self.
Back to Indianola-
There was a dear older lady ( she was probably the age I am now....and she seemed so old to me =) that lived down the street from us.
She cared about us, she loved her Heavenly Father....she gave us rides to Primary.
I remember all 6 of us (Pam was a baby and John wasn't born yet =) lined up in front of our little 2 bedroom 1 bath home....waiting for her to come by. Dressed in our best, cleaned and hair with a ribbon. It was a special day.
She took us to Primary-
I remember I felt a warmness to her. She cared about us along with our "Mature" primary teachers, they taught me that I had a Heavenly Father, who loved me. That older woman and few others just like her were one of the most important influences in my early life.
I hope I can thank those wonderful sisters someday!
"There is no Age Barrier when it comes to Christlike service."
I probably never would of attended Primary without these dear sisters. I wonder if they know what a Christlike service they were giving at the time.
"Countless women of the Church are reaching out across age and cultural lines to bless and serve others, they deserve thanks."
Sister Bonnie D. Parkin said, "I invite you to not only love each other more but love each other better."
I'm so thankful for the dear sisters in my life; younger and older, who look at me as their sister and not at my age, my prayer is that we all will look to serve each other no matter our age.
PS. my sister is looking for a picture of our little home in Indianola....if she finds it I will post it.