We sang together.
We prayed together.
We listened quietly while Mother read Bible and Book of
Mormon stories.
Father told us stories out of his memory.
I still remember one of those stories.
I found it recently while going through a book he had
published some years ago.
Listen to it:
"An older boy and his young companion were walking along a
road which led through a field.
They saw an old coat and a badly worn pair of men's shoes
by the roadside, and in the distance they saw the owner
working in the field.
The younger boy suggested that they hide the shoes, conceal
themselves, and watch the perplexity on the owner's face
when he returned.
The older boy ...
thought that would not be so good.
He said [this]
owner must be a very poor man [from the
looks of his clothes].
So, after talking the matter over, at his suggestion, they
concluded to try another experiment.
Instead of hiding the shoes, they would put a silver dollar
in each one and ... see what the owner did when he
discovered the money.
So [that's what they did].
Pretty soon the man returned from the field, put on his
coat, slipped one foot into a shoe, felt something hard,
took it out and found a silver dollar.
Wonder and surprise [shone]
upon his face.
He looked at the dollar again and again, turned around and
could see nobody, then proceeded to put on the other
shoe; when to his great surprise he
found another dollar.
His feelings overcame him. ...
He knelt down and offered aloud a prayer of
thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his wife being sick
and helpless and his children without bread. ...
He fervently thanked the Lord for this bounty from unknown
hands and evoked the [blessings]
of heaven upon those who had given him this needed help.
The boys remained [hidden]
until he had gone." They had been touched by his prayer and
felt something warm within their hearts.
As they left to walk down the road, one said to the other,
"Now really, don't you have a good feeling?"