[…] highly personal interpretations of or reactions to Mormon theology. The people she loved are unforgettable because they call to mind Saints we have all known, including ourselves: Papa, the closest thing to a true […]
[…] (Spring 1978): 115–119</i><br>Although Courage struck a responsive chord in quite a few hearts, its readers did not support it to the extent the editors had expected. Appealing only to a minority in a small church, and […]
[…] under the summer sun before Lizzy, boiling fig jam, had sense enough to send Loren for supper- call. He spent the next two years paralyzed and speechless, then died. She felt sorry for fat […]
[…] Life. Salt Lake City: The University of Utah Presses, 1974. $6.50 Reprint of 1922 edition. Etzenhouser, Rudolph. From Palmyra, New York, Eighteen-Thirty, to Independence Missouri, Eighteen-Ninty-Four. New York: AMS Press, 1972. $24.00 Reprint of […]
[…] the dock instead of going to Mass. Men drop a little money in the priest’s pocket and call it a Sunday eh? or men marry off their daughters, there in the center aisle with […]
[…] May 28, 1977. Art, Drama, and Music Forsberg, Helen. “To Friends, He’s ‘Good Old Trace,’ But Many Call Him Joe Panther.” Salt Lake Tribune. January 30, 1977, pp. IE, 12E. Lavin, Chris. “Hill Cumorah […]
[…] particular time. Bushman’s work is helpful in understanding how a woman moved from what we would today call the lower-middle-class (or even the lower class) to the solid middle—and why that move was important. […]
[…] the truth. So we sat close together and worked on the plans for what he came to call, “Our honeymoon in reverse.” Instead of knitting our lives together, we would now begin to unwind […]
<i>Dialogue 14.4 (Winter 1981): 60–69</i><br>THE QUESTION of whether worthy women could be or ought to be ordained to the LDS priesthood has not, until recently, been considered seriously in the LDS community.
I suspect you’re less interested in such talk than Shakespeare and I. I’m twenty years closer to death than most of you, and poor Will is centuries gone. But you’re closer than you think. […]