Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Missionary Journal Entries by Lavona Richardson


MISSIONARY JOURNAL ENTRIES FOR DALES FLIP CALENDAR
Lavona Richardson
January 8, 2017

October 11, 1955 – Tampico, Mexico       I was thrilled beyond words this morning as Brother Anthone R. Ivins laid his hands jupon my head and set me apart as a missionary in the Mexican Mission.  It was the realization that my lifelong dream had come true and I know it all came about only through the power of prayer.

October 16, 1955              President and Sister McKay were visitors at the Lamanite Conference at the Mezona today and what a spiritual feast. After the meeting Mother and Daddy and Leona and I got to shake hands with President McKay and talk to him for a few minutes.  He remembered staying in Daddy’s home.

October 17, 1955              Never have I heard the temple ceremonies explained so simply and yet so beautiful as they were this morning by President McKay in the chapel service at the temple.  I know his talk will stay with me forever.  His talk was mainly to not be blinded with the physical actions of the ceremonies and fail to grasp the spiritual symbols.

January 28, 1956               We had a total of eight visits for the day.  I gave the first lessons in Spanish today without a big of help from my companion.  I must have done okay because she understood and accepted. 

January 29, 1956               I came home tonight knowing that we are not alone in this great work.  This afternoon a lady asked us if we would start visiting her.  She had got a hold of one of our folletos and was very interested.

January 29, 1956`              My first baptismal service here in the mission field.  What a happy occasion.  After Sunday School the majority of the rama boarded busses and later the train for the Playa.  There they had a short meeting with the baptisms following.  The spirit of our Heavenly Father was certainly there in rich abundance.  I ‘m so happy for these six wonderful people who have now taken the necessary step of baptism.

February 2, 1956               I don’t think I’ll ever get warm again.  Last night and all day today it’s been just freezing.  Today has been the realization of another mile stone reached.  I gave the Apostasy lesson to my companion at noon and evidently passed the test because I gave it this afternoon without any help from her too.  Of course, I want to get it a lot better but it’s a start.  Each day feel more as part of this work as I learn so that I can help more. I’ve got to work and study harder to be able to serve Him better.

February 5,1956                Imagine my surprise when after the second song the counselor got up and said first we’ll hear from Hermana Flake.  I was scared stiff but I know I was blessed in having the words I wanted to stay. I talked on the responsibilities we have as members of the church and how the marvelous work did come forth quoting most of Section 4 in the Doctrine and Covenants.  I finished by bearing my testimony.  I felt so good when the members came up afterward and sincerely told me how well I had done.  I came home and thanked the Lord because it was only through His help that I was able to do it.

February 6, 1956                I gave four of the seven lessons today.  I know of a surety that the Lord is our companion here in this wonderful work if we but do our part.  It is only through His help that we are able to do these things.  Today has been one of those days that I wanted to tell everybody how happy am and my testimony of this work.

February 17, 1956            You sure find that every investigator r is different and must be taught the gospel in a different manner.  One of our investigators today had to show us all of her two little girls’ dresses before we could go on with the lesson. 

February 19, 1956            I think we’re doing a little bit of good in this wicked world.  At least things are really looking up.  We had eight investigators out to meetings today.  We walked out to Morelos this morning and showed another Senora the way to the capilla.  She tried lat Sunday and couldn’t find it.

February 23, 1956            We have more visits right now that we have time for.  We have been leaving earlier, taking a shorter noon break and still we haven’t made it to all the places where we have appointments.  The people seem ready to hear the gospel and it’s a real wonderful opportunity to be able to take it to them.

February 25, 1956            This morning when we visited the mother of Regina she was making tortillas so we pitched in and helped her.  The tortillas were so good.  I wouldn’t mind eating like that all the time. For Primary this afternoon the room where we usually meet was occupied so we had to meet in a separate room without any benches or chairs.  What a job to keep the 44 children ranging in age from two to twelve interested and quiet.

February 29, 1955            With my scrubbing board and bucket I washed and ironed all of my clothes and all of my companion’s clothes.  I am so tired tonight.

March 22, 1956`                It’s surprising the opportunities you have to preach the gospel if you are but looking of them.  We gave the first lesson and a tract of Joseph Smith to the place where we get out shoes fixed.  T he man seemed very interested.  We were commenting today on the friends we’ve made in the different professions of Tampico.

April 21, 195 6                    Rain, rain I’m so tired of it.  It’s rained all day and we’ve waded around in the mud.  We tracted here b the house this morning.  This afternoon we left early for Col Morelos to track for awhile before Primary.  We knocked on ten doors before we finally got in but it was a good visit so it was worth it. 

May 9, 1956                        Today when we told one of our investigators that the casa de oracion had been moved she said “you mean the other church isn’t the true church?”

June 15, 1956                     Conference was just wonderful and really gave me the desire to go forward striving harder to make a good missionary.  I know this work down here is the work of the Lord and that we are being blessed.   Early this morning we went to each house where we have been visiting and with pictures of the General Authorities reminded them of conference.  The conference for the district started at 7 in the evening.  I had just arrived at the church when I was met by Apostle Kimball and without introductions or anything he said that I looked like Sister Flake from Snowflake and that my sisters in Mexico sent their saludos.  He said that he remembered his stay in our home and to send his love to the folks.  Our investigators were arriving so I didn’t get to talk with him more at from that time on I was his personal aid and called on to translate for him and be his side.  ..I was so thrilled that so many of our investigators came out.  Just as the meeting was ready to begin President Bentley mentioned for me to come up to the stand and told me he was going to call on me to say a few words. I had never dreamed of being called on and was really surprised.  I was the first speaker and the building was packed.  The spirit of Heavenly Father was r ally with me and the only way I was able to say the things that were in my heart and express my testimony of the truthfulness of the work.  ..I could have listened to Apostle Kimball al night and not t ire.  It seemed like he talked for one minute and I was really surprised to find he talked for close to an hour. He gave a very good talk for investigators and almost half of the large group were investigators and a lot of them were ours.  Each member of the Novara family was out- eight in all.  The old couple that owns the store left the store open because it didn’t have a lock with enough faith that the Lord would watch over it for them if they both came out to her His servant.  I know they will be blessed for their faithfulness.   ..It was as thrill that I will never forget to translate for Elder Kimball and for our investigators and members as they had an opportunity to meet and talk with Elder Kimball.  I could hardly hold back the tears when they said that they knew he was an apostle of God and that this church was the real church.  Elder Kimball congratulate d me over and over again on the good work we are doing here and the numbers of investigators that came.  He said that President Yanez said that every time that Sister Flake came out she had more investigators that came.  I think about the most wonderful; blessing that I’ve heard was the blessing Elder Kimball gave a crippled member from Col. Valles. 

June 16, 1956     We were up bright and early this morning and all ready to be at the church at 8 o’clock.  The conference was in English for Elder Kimball and so I translated everything into Spanish for the other three sister missionaries.  I was kept real busy but I was thrilled to help others understand and was thrilled to be able to translate almost word perfect.  The only regret is that I didn’t get notes of the talks.  Elder Kimball started out the day giving a wonderful talk on the importance of meeting together and bearing our testimonies.  President Bentley also bore a strong testimony after which we all gave our reports and bore our testimonies.  I haven’t spoken much English for the 6 ½ months and also I was about the last one and had been translating into Spanish all morning.  I just couldn’t express myself in English and find the words in English to say what I wanted to say.  I felt almost worse that the first time I spoke in Spanish.  Elder Kimball said I spoke English like he spoke Spanish.  I felt real bad but President Bentley and Elder Kimball seemed pleased that I was so into the work.  Elder Kimball was pleased with my detailed report for 6 ½ months here and copied it to take to Salt Lake and commented on it to the other missionaries.  I am copying the report for my journal.  It seemed like all day I was called on to do everything- play the piano, help by being the investigator in the demonstrations and then translate for the interviews de mis companions. But it was a big thrill.  When Elder Kimball interviewed me he said he didn’t have to ask if I was happy because he knew I was by the kind of work I was doing.  President Bentley said the members had said to please not change Hna. Flake but that he needed me in the home.  So I will be there in the next week or so. 
At noon the mission served refrescos, sandwiches y ice cream. Then they had to leave to meet another schedule for conference in Victoria.  Hna. Villinuevos had never seen the ocean or playa so we went cut there for a little while.  They left on the bus at 9:30 pm. 

January 12, 1957- Monterrey , Mexico    I had dinner all ready when President and Sister Bentley arrived with Elder and Sister Mark Peterson at noon.  It was as real honor for me to cook dinner for an apostle.  They enjoyed it and commented on my homemade bread so I felt good.  I, along with all of the missionaries chose to fast until after our testimony meeting. I especially enjoyed the advice of Elder Peterson.  I could certainly feel the spirit of the Lord with us and I know his words were inspired.  It is a real experience to associate so closely with an apostle of the Lord.  He stressed many times the responsibility to give everyone an opportunity to hear the gospel to all who will accept.  Afterwards we had our testimony meeting during which I was called into the president’s office for a personal interview with Elder Peterson.  H congratulated me on the good work I was doing and encouraged me. 

January 30, 1957               We had a good visit with an investigator that we hadn’t met with for a long time.  I really felt inspired to give her an overall view of the gospel plan. 

Septembert11, 1957- Aguascalientes.-We were tracting out in Saint Marucs this morning when we had another experience to add to our growing list.  We finally got in one home and were giving the lesson when some people in another room started making fun of us and yelling in bad things.  The lady was interested though so we finished the lesson, bore our testimonies, gave her the tracts, and left .  We were up the street knocking on another door when I turned back just in time to see the tract flying back at us.  I went back to pick them up with a street full of Senoras watching me.

September 27, 1957-      I’m now a good missionary because I’ve had as pan of water thrown at me.  Missionaries  have always talked about it but until today it had never happened to me.  We went on tracting and got it he next door and had a good visit. 

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Our Legacy

 James Madison (1815-1850) and Agnes Haley Love Flake(1819--1855)            
Each lived only to be 35 years old

What if James and Agnes Flake would not have opened their Mississippi door to the missionaries of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Saints?
What if James and Agnes would have decided to not be baptized yielding to pressure of family and friends to not do so?
What if James and Agnes would have not sold their home and land at a sacrificed price and freed their slaves to move more than 670 miles to join the Saints in Nauvoo?
What if James and Agnes, after two years in Nauvoo, would not have left a new home to move again over 300 miles to Winter Quarters, Iowa?
What if James and Agnes would have said in Winter Quarters after losing three of their six children, “We won’t move again, more than 900 miles to the Salt Lake Valley.
What if James and Agnes would have said to Brigham Young after two years in the Salt Lake Valley, “We are just getting started and James can’t accept your call to look for where Church members can settle in California”?
What if Agnes, when informed of the death of James would have said, “That exempts me and my children from the prophet’s call to relocate in San Bernardino; another move of more than 600 miles?”
What if Agnes would have accepted the offer of her brother to return, with her children, to the family home in North Carolina agreeing to, “All you have to do is give up your Mormonism.”  She assured him that would never happen.  Her dying counsel to her children was to always live true to the faith.
Now, nearly 175 years later, more than 15,000 descendants honor James Madison and Agnes Haley Love Flake for being steadfast and immovable, for keeping their covenants, and becoming the foundation of our eternal Flake Family.
Will we, their posterity, carry the torch they so brightly carried?  Will our testimony of the gospel continue to sustain us as it did them?

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Special memories of Nauvoo and Carthage

NAUVOO AND CARTHAGE MEMORIES
Lavona Richardson


I am grateful for the opportunity Jay and I had to serve together in Nauvoo and Carthage.  I have so many special memories of serving at Carthage, walking down Parley Street, visiting the old Nauvoo cemetery, seeing the temple on the bans of the Mississippi every day, serving at a different historic site every day, making gingerbread for the bakery, morning devotionals, the huge flowers at the Family History center, making bread at the Family History Center, the re-enactment of the founding of Relief Society at the Red Brick store, being a narrator for the wagon rides, delivering the mail, carving pumpkins for the Halloween Walk,, directing the choir of missionaries as we sang on the steps of the Nauvoo Temple at Christmas time, serving as an ordinance worker at the Nauvoo Temple and so many more.

I have a special memory of serving in Carthage and giving tours there of the jail.  I always felt a special spirit in the martyrdom room as I testified of Joseph Smith.  Jay and I served a mission in Indonesia before serving in Nauvoo.  We felt as urgency to put in our mission papers again to serve.  I didn’t put on my papers that I served as a missionary in Mexico fifty years before and spoke Spanish.  Jay wasn’t fluent in Spanish and I wanted to go to a mission where he would be more comfortable. 

One morning we were serving in Carthage when a family from Spain came that didn’t speak any English.  The site leader turned to me and said “You were called for such a time as this”.  I prayed fervently that I could teach them in their native tongue to help them feel the spirit of Carthage.  As I gave the tour I was saying words in Spanish that I didn’t even know and they understood. These were words that I didn’t use as a missionary when I served in my youth.  It was truly the gift of tongues.  I was an instrument in the Lord’s hands in bearing testimony. We all could feel the spirit so strong as I testified of Joseph Smith.  

A short time later while we were still serving in Carthage a bus load of people from the area where I served in Mexico came and I was able to give them a tour in Spanish.  I saw more of my friends I had known on my mission that day than I could have ever seen visiting Mexico.

After that for the rest of my mission I was already assigned to be a narrator on the wagon ride or at a site when someone would come usually without scheduling ahead of time that needed to have their tour in Spanish.  Sometimes I would go with them to the different sites to give them the tour in their native language.


Another favorite memory is translating for a sister that didn’t speak English at the Nauvoo Temple for Sister Wirthlin as she visited with her before her temple marriage. 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Early life of James Mark Nelson

EARLY LIFE OF JAMES MARK SR. Compiled by Lavita Nelson Bingham


In 1867 when James Mark was two years o1d, his father Price Wi1liarn who was living in Logan, Utah was called to help settle St. Thomas on the Muddy River in Nevada. Again when he was a litt1e past eight years of age, they were advised to go to a place called Glendale in Utah which had been vacated five years before on account of trouble with the Indians. It was a long hard journey which required six weeks. When they arrived, they were given the homes just as the people had left them plus a small farm in addition. Price Wi11iam, the father, went into the shingle business in the nearby mountains, taking the family with him. When deep snows came in the winter, they all moved back to the va1ley. Price William did fairly well in the business for several years. He took livestock in trade which netted him quite a herd of cattle. They stayed in Glendale for seven years. By this time, a large part of the family had married and left the family home. Many people were leaving to settle in Arizona, so father Price took his family to Moencopi, Arizona. They were among the first settle there. They stayed here for a while and then moved to Payson, Arizona for a short time, then on to Pine, Arizona. James Mark and his brother Hyrum helped their father build the first grist mi1l in the Payson- Pine district. The original split 1og house the boys helped their father build is sti11 standing and is stil1 occupied today, but it has been covered with lumber and roofing which was before 1970. The apple orchard planted at that time was bearing fruit up until 1970 when the farm was sold to a man who wanted to commercialize it, so he grubbed the poor o1d apple trees out. In February, 1887, the Nelson family decided to go to 01d Mexico. The government had issued grants of land to be colonized by the Mormon people. They were welcome to help develop their country. After leaving Pine and Payson with teams and wagons, they traveled through the Gila Va11ey by way of Safford and Thatcher. They started with quite a herd of cattle. When reaching San Simon, they decided to sel1 them. They had been warned to be careful as a plan was underway to get their money. Price William Senior, along with sons Mark and Hyrum took the money for the cattle and left at night in a light wagon or "rig" as they ca11ed it, drawn by a pair of sma1l mules ca11ed “rats” for they were very sma1l but traveled fast. The rest of the company followed in a few days and soon they were together again. Mark was now twenty-one years of age. The family decided to make their way into the well- timbered Sierra Madre Mountains of Chihuahua, Mexico. Building the road as they went was a hard and slow process, so it took them quite a long time to reach their destination. They finally reached Cave Valley named for the many caves and cliff dwellings. A man by the name of Campbell put up a sma1l saw-mill and Mark and Hyrum hauled logs from the mountains for him. They also freighted lumber to a railway station at Ascencion where it was shipped to other parts of the land. The Nelsons put up a grist mill, on which they ground corn for bread and also for corn meal mush which was the main diet of the people for some time after they settled there. They manufactured a turning lathe with which they made the legs and rounds for chairs and tables and other furniture using oak and maple from the nearby forests. They sold these products to others who came there to live. Colonla Diaz was the first colony settled by the Mormon people. Even before they came, there were large cattle ranches very near. The Diaz people added to the industry. That could be more enticing to a young man living in the mountains where opportunities were few, than to go to work on a large cattle ranch? That is what James Mark did. He got a job on the Henderson and Gruel Ranch. He was a good cowhand, but when round-up came no one was a better cook than James Mark, so he traded his saddle and bridle for the dutch ovens and the bean pots. His campfire biscuit baked in large dutch ovens left little to be desired when served with steak and brown gravy. It was here in Colonia Diaz near Christmas time In 1888, that he met Hannah Bothelda Mortensen. Mark fe11 in love with her right from the first. He asked for her company during the holidays, but waited until Hannah was sixteen the following August, before asking her father for her. To his request, Martin Peter Mortensen replied, ” I’m too poor to give a girl away”. But Karen Katrina, her mother, spoke up and said, “You’re poor now because you have so many girls.” Martin Peter gave his approval and consent, but said "Im afraid you will never give Hannah a home." These are almost the exact words that Lydia Ann’s father said to her when she was married to Mark’s father.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Remembering Irene S. Flake on her birthday

Dear Brothers and Sisters, my children and grandchildren,

     My mother, Irene Stratton Flake's birthday was on March 18th.  She would have been 109 years old.  I want to preserve her memory.  Here are some of my memories of my mother that I am thinking about on her birthday.   These are in no particular order but just as I think about them.  

   Celebrating my youngest brother's birthday on the same day as our Mother's birthday and the day after the Relief Society celebrates it's birthday.

   The great love that Daddy and Mother had for each other and the joy they had being together.  They liked to go on trips together and my memories are that Daddy always came first in her life.  Mother always did everything she could to make Daddy happy—fixing special meals when he had stomach problems, traveling with him, being his scribe, etc.  ·
   
   Mother was a great helper to Daddy when he served as Bishop—she helped with tithing settlement from the big desk in our living room, gave parties to the servicemen when they came home on furloughs, etc.
   
   Mother had several businesses that she ran from our home where she could first be our Mother and then add to our family income and give service to others—bookstore, picking up and delivering dry cleaning, writing for the newspaper, ordering movies for the twice weekly ward theatre, etc.  ·

   Mother was always interested in our activities—I remember all her help when I was married and coming back to Chicago to help our when my first baby was born.  She was always there for all of us when we needed her.
       
  Mother was the one that wrote us each week while we were on a mission, at BYU,  and away from home. Daddy would sometimes tell her to tell us something but she was the one that kept the correspondence going.
     
 Mother and Daddy came and picked all of us up from our missions when we had successfully fulfilled our missionary assignment.  They let us know how happy they were that we had served well. 

  One of the biggest motivations that I had to do well was the motivation to make my mother proud of my activities.  I always enjoyed reporting in to her and wanted to make the report a good one.   Even at 95 years of age she was interested in each one of her children, grand children and great grandchildren.  She knew each one of us and our activities.  She loved to visit about what we were all doing.   
     
 Mother had a keen mind—just a month or so before she died she was saying the Articles of Faith and naming the presidents of the church.  She would go down listing all her grandchildren and great grandchildren and knew them all by name.  She graduated top of her class out of High School and in those days not many went on to college.  She worked hard at NAU to put herself through to get her teaching certificate. 
    
 Mother was a people person.  She had lots of friends and always remembered what they were involved in and would visit with them about their interests.  She knew everyone.  I could ask her about anyone and she would know if or how they were related and their interests, etc. 
   
Mother loved the temple.  She enjoyed her temple friends and being involved.  She especially liked to help with the new brides, and liked to help with the temple weddings of her daughters and granddaughters. Even though she didn’t speak Spanish she learned the temple ceremonies in Spanish and made lots of friends with the Mexican people that would come to the temple. 
         
 Mother loved books.  She enjoyed her home bookstore and always provided good reading material for all of us as we were growing up.  Whenever I had been away from home for a length of time one of my first stops upon returning home was to see what the new books were and made plans to read them.  ·
     
 I can remember of always having family prayer as we were growing up and home night before it was promoted by the church.  I remember cookouts on the hill, taking lunch to the cowboys, performing for the family in the “lodge”, etc.   Christmas and Thanksgiving were big holidays in my growing up years.  The races to the tree have been carried down to our children and grandchildren.  I remember the big Thanksgiving dinners. 

Mother was a good cook.  She made great rolls, pies, carrot pudding and cinnamon rolls.   I remember the Saturday night cinnamon rolls after the house was clean and ready for Sunday and we had our Saturday night baths and maybe a movie at the ward movie theater. I remember coming home to the aroma of freshly baked bread.

 Some of my family has commented that I am looking more like my mother every day.  This is to be a great compliment.  My hope is that I can live my life so that Mother and Daddy will be happy with my activities and that I can endure faithfully to the end of my life like they did and that all of our posterity will honor their name and their lives by the way they live their lives.  Thank you Mother and Daddy for your great example and for the  great heritage you left all of your posterity. 

I hope that  my brothers and sisters, children and grandchildren  can feel my love for each one of you.

  Lots of love now and forever,                                               

Lavona Flake Richardson