A MISSIONARY EXPERIENCE – August Lenz

August Lenz

In the years 1914 and 1915 I was laboring as a missionary in Germany.

There has always been a law in that country to the effect that everybody must register his name at the nearest Police Office. It seems that much of the work that is done here in the Town or Municipal Office is done there by the Police Department. Any Stranger, be they Foreigners or German born, when travelling in Germany, was required to go to the nearest Office, show his passport, and tell them his business and address; and when he desired to leave again for some other place, he must go again and tell them his new destination and receive a transfer which tells the Police of the new town who and what he is.

No doubt this law has its good points; but it was too bothersome for the strangers, especially for Americans and Canadians who liked to do as they pleased without asking anyone’s permission or consent.

The laws of Germany also allowed religious freedom for everybody; for Germany was the country, where, through Martin Luther, religious freedom was first established.

This freedom did not extend to the Mormon Missionaries, however, for the only information than German Police had about them was that they were after their best looking women to export them to the Mormon harams in America, but since they cannot prosecute them according to the law without evidence – which they did not have – the only way they can protect their women was to banish the missionaries from the country as “Undesirable foreigners”, which did not require any process of law.

For that reason the missionaries, in order to labor in Germany, would secure “Bootleg Lodgings” and stay as long as they were not caught; when caught, they would be fined and sometimes imprisoned, and then were escorted to the train and told never to come back. The Landlords were also fined for failing to report new lodgers. But, or course, the missionaries always paid their fines.

Now I have been in Germany a long time, laboring in three different cities: Mannheim, Herne, in Prussia, where no missionary had ever been able to stay two weeks, and in Hamburg.

In Herne, I have spent six weeks, which was a record, and I am satisfied I could have stayed there indefinitely in spite of one or two narrow escapes, and notwithstanding I could not obtain any lodgings. The Saints were all spied up on, and the outsiders who had harbored missionaries in the past, had been caught before and threatened with more serious punishment if caught again, which is scared them plenty. So I was forced to lodge in the meeting hall, where I slept on two rows of chairs hold together, and with my overcoat for my bedding. This suit of me fine.  I slept good, and dodging the police was a great sport; in fact, after I left there and did not have to dodge then anymore I felt that there was something I was missing. I will here relate an incident felt how I evaded an officer, or rather, what may have been an officer.

The Police Force of Herne was considered to be the most intolerant to ward Mormon Missionaries of any city in Germany. No American Missionary had ever been able to stay there even in two weeks without getting caught, fined, and deported.

The saints here numbered about 60 souls are, including the children, and were presided over by a very efficient President, Brother Krefter.

Herne is not so beautiful a city as are other cities in Germany being situated, as it is, in the center of a coal mining district, not so far from Essen. There were several City Parks, however, which made up for the deficiency of beauty in the rest of the city, easily accessible for everybody; one in particular being more beautiful than the others; and enclosed with a 10 foot high iron fence, that seemed to be closed part of the time.

When I was first sent to Herne I called upon the Branch President, Brother Krefter first, and he warned me the Police would find me quick if I lived in the City; as he gave me the address of a member of the Church who lived in and outlying town called Toutoburgia, an hours walk. Which by the way, was the Battle Field where the Roman Legions suffered the greatest defeat by the Germans under Herman, or Arminius, something like 2000 years ago.

As it turned out, I had not left Brother Krefter’s house more than an hour when a Detective came and asked where the new Mormon missionary was lodged. Brother Krefter gave him evasive answers; but the policeman told him it was no use to hide me, because there was some locate me the same as they had found all the others. He visited in all the other church members, but, of course, they had not been informed about me.

“Bible Class” was held every Wednesday evening, and I attended the same day.  All the saints were there present out of curiosity to see the new missionary the Police man had told them about.  A good way to get out 100% attendance, with the Police obligingly helping.

The door was locked during the exercises, and I sat in the body of the hall instead of on the stand.  One Brother sat at the light switch to turn it off instantly if trouble came. No disturbance was made however.

After the meeting was over the door was unlocked, and Brother Krefter’s daughter was the first to go out; but immediately returned and reported the Police were outside waiting. The light went out at once, and the Brethren, in a body with me in their midst, made a rush for the street, and we then scattered in all directions, some going one way, and some another and in the midst of it all the Police did not know which one to take. I went in the opposite way I had to go, crossed a vacant lot into a back alley, and from there through another vacant lot into another street, where I took a handy Street Car to the outside of town.

Missionaries, as a rule, are dressed in the finest American made suits by which they could be distinguished a long way off, and were easily picked off by the Police. But as for me, I wore German made clothes of the plainest of material and cut; and so escaped their notice. I always left my lodgings early in the morning and did not go back till late at night, and so escaped the notice of the neighbors who might have been curious. In this way I got along most excellently, because the people I did my work among did not know the police would like to make my acquaintance, and there was only one Pastor who ever threatened to have me arrested, and that only for the reason that I was working among his flock, leaving tracts and books. A Book of Mormon I had loaned to one of his members got into his hands, and he let it be known to me that he would like to meet me.

I called upon him, and he received me very courteously and polite. A young boy, hardly twently years old, perhaps could be converted and rescued from the grasp of Satan and the wide open portals of hell, and made into a useful Christian. But that bashful and tongue tied young boy had a way of asking questions that he could not answer at a moment’s notice, and mentioning principles of the gospel of which he had never even heard of. And the less he could answer the more his affability and courteousness disappeared until he jumped up off his seat and yelled: “What’s a young fellow like you, who is not yet dry behind the ears, trying to teach me? Me, who has studied the scriptures all his life and graduated from the University before you was born?” Jerking open the front door he yelled: “Get out before I call the Police!”

Nevertheless, I gained a number of very good friends from among his flock. But one day, after leaving that district, while on my way home, it seemed to me that I had noticed the same man several times, and I wondered if perhaps he was following me. I stopped and looked into a store window, and out of the corner of my eyes saw him do the same far down the street. I walked slowly on and after a time I repeated the performance, which he also did, although he was now on the other side of the street.

It had always been the practice of the police when they spotted a missionary, to follow him home and then arrest him and his landlord also, and I wondered if this was not also something similar. But I was not taking chances.

So to evade him I made for this nearby park of which I referred to above, and I climbed a tree which grew outside of the fence and walk surrounding the Park, climbed out on a limb, and dropped myself down inside the gate on the opposite side; but as I turned the last bend approaching the gate I saw two things at once, one was a large sign which read: “Park closed to the Public; Trespassers will be prosecuted according to law.” And the other thing I saw was a group of workmen standing in the gateway.

They saw me the same time I saw them, and under these conditions I could not very well retreat; so I brazenly walked right up to them as though I owned the property, and politely raising my hat, I said: “Good evening, men, it’s a nice day.” And I edged my way between them.

I proceeded on my way leisurely, but judging by the way they looked and acted, they were undecided as to my authority for me being there, whether I might be a new Officer or Inspector; or merely a trespasser, or whether they should call a Policeman or let me go. After I reached a safe distance I looked back, and there in the gateway the men still stood there as I had left them, they had not moved an inch, still gazing after me.

I lived with the family in Teutoburgia only a short time, because I was afraid I might get them into trouble, and so moved into the Meeting Hall where I made my bed on two rows of chairs as stated before. There I was a burden to no one, which suited me fine. I was young and tough, and I did not even wish for a better bed, and it never cost me a cent, which was a big consideration for me in that time.

But eventually the Mission President, Hyrum Valentyne, and the European President, Apostle Hyrum M Smith came visiting the branches which were in that part of Germany and when someone told them I slept on chairs they thought that was too great a hardship, and they transferred me to the city of Hamburg, where the Police were not so severe, and it would be easier to get accommodations, as there were over seven hundred members there.

I had spent six weeks in Herne, which was a record, and I am satisfied I could have stayed there much longer.

Soon after I became located in Hamburg, the First Great War broke out. War conditions made it necessary to call out of Germany all the Missionaries. The Registration laws were immediately made stricter, and all regulations were tightened up, and crossing the border was now impossible without a Passport. And as it happened, I did not have one. I was under legal age when I went over. And before the Wat anyone could travel anywhere without them. The law required it, but it was never enforced so I could not leave Germany with the others, and I became the only Mormon Missionary actively laboring in all of Germany.

Several, being Germany subjects, were drafted into the Army, and one was in hiding to avoid the drafting, living secretly with the Saints until one of the Members doing Border Guard duty, smuggled him into Holland.

My money was deposited here in Canada, and was sent to me as I needed it. So the Mission President advised me to use the tithing money the Saints paid in and reimburse the church after I got home. But the enemies of the Church sometimes accused the Missionaries of appropriating the tithing money of the Saints as their own pay; and as I did not want them to have that advantage over me, and as I always admired the old missionaries who had the faith to go into a strange country to preach the gospel without purse or script I decided to do the same. But what decided me the most was that commandment in Doctrine and Covenants 84:85 saying: “Let no man among you… from this hour take purse or script, that goeth forth to proclaim this gospel of the Kingdom.”

This made a very strong impression upon me, and I decided I had better obey. This, however, was not so courageous as it might seem, because I expected to be among the Saints wherever I went, and they had often invited me to dinner or supper, and these initiations, coming several times a week, had been the means of keeping me in good condition, for I had not the money to buy much fancy food. I had lived mostly on bread and water, and if I felt especially affluent, I would buy a dried and smoked fish, called “Bucklings” which could be bought for one half cent in our money. Luxuries were out of the question, except for a movie show about once a month or even less. Anyone who ever had to get along on ten dollars a month, paying for room, buying all the clothes, books, and Gospel tracts besides paying travelling expenses out of it will realize that I had to be more than a little stingy with my resources. But through all this time nobody ever gave me any money, which was not expected, of course.

I merely mention these facts to show the contrast to how I lived when I trusted in money to be my stay and my staff: to show how changed my condition was after I made up my mind to trust in the Lord for it, and to do His work in His own appointed way. I never told any man I was broke, and I never asked anybody for anything, yet I could not have possibly used all the food that was offered me. I was also offered Theater and Grand Opera tickets, but I had to decline all of these because I was too busy and occupied with my work to make use of them. I never got through before midnight, but mostly much later. For it now became my duty to travel to the branches to reorganize them whenever they were dissolved through military drafts, and to organize Sunday Schools and Relief Societies. I would have to appoint and ordain all the officers in these various organizations, and instruct them in their duties and the keeping of the records. And there were always a flock of children to be blessed, and most of the soldiers going to the wars required me to lay my hands upon their heads and give them a blessing. Beside all of that there were always a lot of investigators who had many questions saved up to be answered. So, all in all, I was kept busy enough to keep out of mischief. But most interesting of all was the fact that I was always supplied with all the money I needed. And never more than I needed every day and never less than I needed.

This had never happened before that anybody gave me money, but now people would come to shake hands with me and leave money in my hand. And I would go to put on my coat and find money in the pockets that somebody had put there secretly. But always just enough, and never too much. And since I travelled a good deal from branch to branch and from city to city I used considerable. Quite remarkable also was the fact that Passports and Identification cards were inspected frequently; I was never required to produce any.

My duties also required that I call and ordain officers and teachers for the organizations in the branches of people I had never seen before. But I would call a testimony meeting, and then I knew everyone’s gifts and abilities and their suitabilities for the various offices. I could even read the thought of their hearts and knew what everyone would do under any given condition. I thought I was using ordinary judgement, yet after it was all over and I was not under spiritual stress any more I marveled about it many times, knowing that I did not have that judgment normally, but had special discernment given me.

The Mission President was still located in Basle, Switzerland, a neutral country during the war. And as the laws in Germany dealing with strangers and registration became more strictly enforced, he became extrememly worried about me and what would become of me if I was caught, and in the war hysteria I might easily be suspected and shot for a spy, and as I was from an enemy country my chances might not be good at all.

He knew I was born in Switzerland, and he tried to obtain citizenship papers for me from there, but he could accomplish nothing at all. So when all else failed he wrote to me and told me of the efforts he had made in my behalf. He said he could not sleep at nights anymore because of it, and he ordered me to see the Swiss Consul about it in Hamburg, and see if he could get the papers for me.

I was having a glorious time and never had a moments worry over anything, and I wanted to stay there for the duration, as I had nothing here to come back to; but the President’s letter was an order and had to be obeyed. Consequently I went to see the Consul and told him my whole story. He asked me if I had any way of proving myself a Swiss subject, but this I could not do. But after talking it over for a while he told me it was absolutely out of the question for me to go on as I was without complying with the law, but to give me any help he had to have some substantial evidence that I really was a Swiss. This I could not do, and so he had no power. But out of the kindness of his heart he offered to help me even by endangering his own position. So he gave me a writing which stated that I had proven myself a Swiss subject, and that my passport was sent for, and he recommended me to the authorities as a good man, asking them to register me on the strength of that in the meanwhile.

“Now,” he said, “be careful and do not get me into trouble by telling them that you have no proof of being a Swiss.”

“But,” I answered, “what can I tell them if they ask me about it and demand to see that proof?”

Said he, “They have no right to ask that, for this writing bears the stamp of the Swiss consulate, and they have not right to question that.”

That sounded well and good, but I had my doubts about it, and as a parting shot he added; “Now be sure and register immediately, these people are on the prod, and they will stand for no fooling.”

But I had experienced no inconveniences, and being young and careless, and I did not take the matter so seriously, and I did not attend to it till the next day.

The following day I went to the nearest Police office from my lodging and presented my letter from the Consul, and applied for registration.

The officer in charge took it for granted that I had just arrived in the City. He looked at the date and straightway exploded, “Didn’t you know that you are supposed to register within six hours when you arrive here?”

I thought I might be wise to go along with his conclusions. I answered “No, how should I know about your laws here?”

“Where are you from?” He wanted to know. “From America,” I answered him. I did not want him to know that I came from Canada, an enemy country. And I did not lie to him here either, since Canada is in America, and America is a big place. But it led him to believe I came from the United States, which at that time was still a neutral country.

“But nobody comes from America now,” he said. “But I came over before the war started,” said I.

“And where,” said he, “have you been since then?”

I still did not want to lie to him, and all I could tell him was that I had been in Herne before I came to Hamburg, which was true, even if it was slightly misleading. “If you were in Herne, you must have been registered there, so where is your transfer?”

Well, I had never been registered, and therefore I did not know that I needed a transfer. So I was stumped, but assuming a stupid look, which was quite natural to me, I told him I did not think I needed it anymore and threw it away. “Why,” he said, “you travel around in the world like a Mutton.”

That was my first lie, but I had to tell several more to help that one out.

Proceding with the interrogation, he said: This letter from your Consul states that you proved yourself a Swiss subject, how did you do that?”

“Oh,” I said airily, “by letters, birth certificate, and so forth.”

“Well, let me see them,” he demanded. “I left them home, the Consul said this letter was all I needed to register.”

“No,” he said, “I have to have all the facts concerned, and your passport, and your transfer from Herne in particular. I will give you time to telegraph to Herne and have those papers forwarded immediately. In the meantime, don’t you leave your lodging at any time, we may want you at a moment’s notice. But you can answer some more of these questions…. What are you here for?”

“Visiting, sight seeing…”

“Religion?”

“Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.” If I had told him I was a Mormon he would have smelled a rat immediately, but I knew he did not know what that meant. And I did not want to deny my religion.

“Well,” he said, “what religion is that?”

“That is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.”

“Well,” he roared, “I want to know what Church that is.”

I replied I had told him twice, so what more could I do?

Well, he said he wanted to know if that was Catholic or Protestant.

I thought I saw an opportunity to take his mind off a painful subject, as well as a dangerous one, and immediately tried to lead him off on a discussion of religion, and I told him it was neither the one nor the other, but it was the original gospel of Jesus Christ that had now been restored after two thousand years of Apostasy.

But he was not interested, and he said: “Oh, some new damned American sect, I suppose.”

He wanted to know all about my Father and Mother, their birth placed, occupation, and all about them. It seemed he asked me a hundred questions. He finally told me I could go for now, but I must stay at home and be available at all times, and I must telegraph to Herne for my transfer at once.

Well, I was not yet stood up against a stonewall and shot, but the Cat was out of the bag, as the saying goes. The Police knew now that somebody suspicious to watch out for, they had my name and address, and description, and it was only a matter of about three days and they would have me.  Then they would tell me that as a Minister of the Gospel I came all the way from America to tell the people to be truthful, when I, myself, told more lies than any of them. And anything that I did would reflect upon all other Missionaries that would be sent there, and I did not want to bring disgrace upon them of the church. I had broken the law of the land by living there without registering and it was up to me to take the consequences. Anyhow, I would probably be sent to a Concentration Camp till the end of the war, and I probably could do missionary work there, among the Prisoners of War.

So I set my house in order, as the saying goes, I finished out my records, and sent in my reports to Mission Headquarters, packed a suitcase with Books and Tracts and the next day went straight to Police Headquarters and asked to see the Chief of Police, who there is called “Police President.”

I told him whole story, holding back nothing, even told him that I had lied to his subordinate the day before. He was a gray haired man of perhaps sixty five or seventy years of age.

He reached up in a pigeon hole in his desk and pulled down several large sheets of paper covered with writing, and asked if that was the conversation I had with his subordinate. I admitted that it was. My deception was too clumsy. They had sent in a report at once to have me investigated.

“Why,” he asked, “do you Mormons never comply with the law? I have been in this position for twenty years and have handled a lot of you fellows, and there was not one of you who ever registered.”

I considered I was in trouble now anyhow, and it would probably hurt no worse to be hanged for a wolf than to be hanged for a lamb, and there was something on my mind I thought he should know, and I told him that the laws of Germany allowed religious freedom for everybody, and that gave us the right to preach the gospel there without interference from the Police Force. We believed we were sent of God for that purpose and we considered it a great responsibility. The Police were supposed to be guided by the law; but we find that they exceed their authority by arresting, and fining and deporting us contrary to the law. And because they had no lawful charge against them they write in their passports that they are undesirable foreigners, for which they have not the slightest excuse. That makes the Police the real lawbreakers, and to fulfill the mission bound upon us we are forced to live in hiding, and do not register according to the law.

He leaned back in his chair and listened to me as if half amused till I got through. “Say,” he said, “how do you Mormons make your living?”

He was under the impression that we were white slavers getting their best looking women for the Mormon Harems in Utah, and getting paid for that.

But I told him that we did not make a living, and we received no kind of pay for anything we did, and that we paid our own way out of our own pockets that some had independent means, and others were supported by their relatives at home. In my own case, I informed him; I had worked hard as a common laborer for three years and saved up enough money to go with. I also explained to him that in our church the poor and the rich had the same chance to obtain heavenly blessings, I told him also that we were supposed to go without purse or script, but that would give the Police too much excuse for their actions, and so we did the next best thing by supplying our own way.

There was something in that that interested him deeply, and he asked if I could prove what I had just said.

Now at this time I had been without purse and script for a long time, but did not see fit to tell him that, but I had an old statement in my purse that said I had money deposited at Mission Headquarters, and that so much was sent to me every month, and books and tracts were all charged against that account. This satisfied him and he began to ask me questions about the gospel. And this soon developed into an extremely spirited Gospel Conversation. He knew his bible like an expert, and because I discussed those things every day I could match everything he knew.

This lasted for perhaps two hours when a Policeman entered and reminded him of some other appointment that he had. So he turned to me and said: “Well, that will be all.”

All this time I was all keyed up to be a blessed martyr, and expected any moment a number of Policemen to rush in and handcuff me, and drag me off to some dark and gloomy prison cell in the best approved movie style; and to be so casually dismissed kind of knocked the wind out of me. I felt like an overinflated balloon that had burst into nothing.

“Well,” I asked, “what are you going to do with me?”

“Oh,” he said in a very kind and fatherly tone of voice: “If I want you again I will let you know.”

Sometime later I received a visitor from a Detective who told me in the politest terms that all he came for was corroboration that I really was a Missionary. It was their duty to make sure of those things, and not that they doubted my word. He said there were thousands of spies in the country and it was the duty of the Police to prevent them from being the means of destroying their soldiers at the front. This made it necessary for them to be severe sometimes, which could not be helped; and although stern, they did not wish to be unkind, although their severity gave the German Police a bad name among foreigners.

Of course, I could easily prove that I was a missionary, and I never heard from them again for quite a while, when I received a note, asking me to see the Police President.

He said that if my case had not been entered into the records, he could have let me off free. But as it was, he was compelled to impose a fine upon me and the very least he could make that fine was three marks, which is seventy five cents in our money, and an equal amount to the Land Lady where I kept a room.

But soon after that, to my regret, the Swiss Consul succeeded in obtaining Swiss Citizen Papers for me which permitted him to give me a Passport to travel with. And as the order from the Church President was for all Missionaries in Germany to come back, that included me, and my time was about up anyway, and I could do nothing to change it.

The Mission President asked me in particular to be sure and not leave any debts behind, to pay them all out of the tithing fund, and send in the account to his office.

It must have surprised him greatly to learn that I did not owe anybody not even his office, because after he returned home he preached about it in conference in the tabernacle in Salt Lake City.

This ended the best time of my life.

 

 

The manifestations of the power of God were very abundant in those days so much so that I did not make a record of them. It seemed a matter of course that the sick were healed and other miraculous things came to pass, not only in my own work, but among the Saints generally. Like for an example the Brother who prayed that he did not have to war and live among a lot of rough and godless companions. When he was on the way to be examined for Physical fitness he felt a great pain in his knee, and the doctor pronounced him unfit for military duty. As soon as he got home he felt fine again and the pain never returned.

But there were a few of my experiences that stand out from the others that I want to write down here.

It was in Mannheim that was my first Mission Field that I made the acquaintance of a middle aged lady while tracting. I told her that I represent the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as a missionary and that I desired to explain the Gospel to her. She immediately invited me into her parlor, and after making me comfortable asked that I explain a dream to her that she had when she was a very young girl. She said that in that dream she was told that the gathering of Ephraim was also her salvation.

She asked her Minister to explain that to her, but he could not. Then she made it a point to ask every Minister of the gospel she could reach ever since then, and now she was asking me.

Now the subject of the gathering had always been of great interest to me, and so I was fairly well prepared to answer it for her.

I explained to her that Abraham, because of his great righteousness became the friend of God, and God made him the Father of all men in all ages of the world who lived the fullness of the gospel. And that all nations would inherit the Priesthood and become a holy Nation, and all other nations would have to receive the ordinances of the gospel through his descendants, and from no one else.

His grandson, Jacob, continued in that covenant, and he raised twelve sons who became the nation of Israel, the chosen people.

In every family the First Born Son was sacred to God and became the spiritual leader of his brothers. That was why they placed so much importance on the rights of the First born in Bible times, like the story of Jacob and Esau.

One of Jacob’s sons was sold into slavery into Egypt by his brothers, but he became a great and important man there. And he saved not only the Egyptians from starvation, but his father’s family also.

Now Jacob’s two oldest sons sinned grievously, and Reuben became unworthy of the right of the First born, so Jacob adopted the two younger sons of Joseph, Ephraim and Manasseh, to take the place of Reuben and Simeon.

Ephraim, though the younger, became the firstborn in Jacob’s family and the leader of the whole nation of Israel. Genesis 48:14-20

Long after, after Solomon died, the nation of Israel divided up and became to nations, called Judah, and Israel. The Jews have been among us all this time, but the nations of Israel is lost to the world, and has disappeared. But there were many individuals who got separated from the main body, and are among all the nations of the earth, unaware of their ancestry.

But God promised to gather together all of Israel again in the last days of the world. Most of the Prophets of the Bible have prophesied about this gathering. To Ezekiel God showed in vision a valley full of thousands of dead men’s bones which were brought together and became living people again, and in the same way would Israel be brought together again and become a great nation.

And in that time there would be  a book that would come from the tribe of Judah, and which is our Bible and there would be another book of Joseph, in the hands of Ephraim, and these two books would be put together to become one book in their hands.

Moses also prophesied that Ephraim would be gathered first and be like the horns of a Unicorn to push together the other tribes of Israel. Deuteronomy 33:13

Now in these last days the Lord has restored the original Gospel that Jesus Christ taught and the Apostles, and of which we had the account in the Bible, and He has given us another sacred record to place with the Bible. They both agree perfectly and build each other up and make one holy book between them. And wherever a descendant of Ephraim is found, the Lord gives him a light and understanding which other people do not have, and they may also recognize the truth; but few do, and they can be adopted in through the principles of the gospel. And it is this tribe which now is gathering, and it actually has the book of Joseph in the hands of Ephraim the same as God told Ephraim so long ago.

And the Lord has appointed places where Ephraim can gather together and become one nation, and there they can be preserved from the terrible judgements that are coming upon the earth in these days.

She later told me that when I told her these things it seemed to her that she had known them before, but had forgotten them; but recognized them again as I told about them.

But as I related them to her, her eyes shone with eagerness to know, and could tell that she believed them all.

And I thought it a good time to tell her of the first principles of the gospel, of faith, repentance, and baptism. But all her life she had been a staunch member of her church, and her old religion was rooted deeply in her, and she opposed me fiercely every step of the way, and finally lost her self-control and ordered me out of the house.

But after a while she cooled off and started to think of things more calmly, and remembered I was the only one who could explain her dream. And thinking of the rest, she belatedly found that I had been right about every point; and she wanted very badly to make amends.

But where could I be found? And had she foolishly thrown away her salvation?

The gospel tracts I had given her would have given her my address, but in her anger she had burned them up. She felt so bad and penitent that she could not eat or sleep. She then prayed continually for the Lord to send me back to her and give her another chance.

Then she had another dream. And in that dream she was preparing dinner, when she looked at the clock. It was ten minutes to ten when the doorbell rang, and it was me.

I had not been offended as she thought. I had often been told off and was pretty well used to it. I made those rounds every week on the same day. And every round I crossed off all the numbers where I was sure my efforts were useless. But I had not given her up at all. I rang the bell, and found another one of her dreams had been fulfilled.

From there on she was fully converted and wanted to be baptized immediately, but I counseled her to wait a while and make perfectly sure and learn more of the gospel, because it was a serious thing to do, and she must expect to meet much opposition from her relations and friends.

I did not have the privilege of baptizing her, because I was transferred just then to another field of labor. But one day there came over me a burning sensation of inexpressible joy and happiness that made me feel that if heaven was anything like that it was worth all the scarified and trouble that a man s=could undergo to get there. I had felt that feeling before, but never to such an extreme degree. I had not done anything unusual, just followed the usual – everyday routine. But soon after I received a letter from this sister, showing that she was baptized at the same time I received that feeling. And it made me feel good to think that when God gave her that dream long before, perhaps, before I was born, that he must have known by whom the answer would be given. And it was a testimony to me that my priesthood was also connected up with the powers of heaven.

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In Hamburg there was a Society of highly educated people, most of whom were professional men and women of Lawyers, Professors, Doctors etc., and they called themselves the “Warheit Ligs”, which could be interpreted as a Society for the study of truth. They met every Wednesday evening to study and question of new discoveries in Science, religion, or politics; in fact, everything that was new and not fully understood. They had about fifty members.

The procedure at their meeting was, first: To discuss problems which had been left over from former meetings, or had been left for analyzing or further substantiation. Then one of their numbers or some outsider with a new idea or theory would explain the new subject, after which followed a period when everyone could ask questions or contest the issue.

One of our Church Members had got into a discussion on religion with one of their numbers and told him the Mormon Elders were well versed in religion, more so than the Ministers of the Gospel they were acquainted with; and this brought about an invitation for the Branch President to attend one of their meetings. And this Branch President, Brother Bray, invited me to go along, which I did.

The President of the Ligs was an eminent doctor, and a Swiss, and therefore a countryman of mine. He gave us a very warm welcoming address. He said they had heard nothing but bad about the Mormons, but they were not people who judged anything by appearance or hearsay which might be nothing but slander, but they probed down deep into every question to determine its true value, and that is how they would appraise anything that we had to offer them.

He said they expected us to explain some of the principles of our gospel to them, but would warn us before we ever started that the questioning in the discussion that followed would be very severe and merciless, and if we were not prepared to stand up under it, it would be better not to start at all. He also said that they did not want us to revert to any point we could not answer in the first place and had been disposed of.

We agreed to those conditions, and at my suggestion we decided to take the Articles of Faith in their row. And I was appointed to take the first article the following week.

Then their regular exercise commenced. They discussed some obscure point of the theory of Evolution, which I did not know anything about. I knew Brother Brey was a very smart man, but as he took part in the discussion he astonished me greatly in his knowledge of the subject. He quoted their own books to prove the error of that theory and point out its weaknesses.

The members of the Ligs were equally impressed with him, and it may have been a desire to bolster our esteem that they started discussing some former scientific experiments by which they had photographed prayers, and had determined by scientific means that the spirits of men existed before they were born into this world.

But when Brother Brey explained to them the doctrine of Pre-existence and showed that it had been taught in the Bible thousands of years ago they were almost open mouthed for astonishment.

The following Wednesday it was my turn. I had made no special study or preparation. I discussed the Godhead and personality of God nearly every day with ordinary people that had ordinary ideas; and I never suspected that there were extraordinary people with extraordinary ideas on this or any other religious subjects.

But these people had studied this subject of the personality of God on and off for several years without coming to any definite conclusions. They could detect the existence of intelligence in nature and in the wonders of Astronomy and other sciences which proved there was some sort of an overruling power, but beyond that they could not go. And the religions of the day did nothing but confuse any intelligent conclusions. But they were willing to give me a try.

I spoke for perhaps twenty minutes or half an hour explaining the subject. Then followed the discussion. They had studied this matter from the standpoint of religion, of spiritualism, of philosophy, and theosophy, and brought up the doctrines of transmigration of souls or re-incarnation. And most of them were arguments I never dreamed existed. And they came at me from every side and direction at once like a machine gun barrage.

But once a great patriarch, Brother Henry Hinman, of Cardston, had told me that the Lord would make me powerful in His hands in defending the principles of truth and righteousness, and my enemies would have no power over me to confound me, or to bring me to naught.

And on that same evening that promise was gloriously fulfilled .the powers of my mind were stepped up and greatly increased and I felt intelligence all though me. And a heavenly joy and great glory that can only come by the Holy Ghost filled my heart, and I felt as though I could overcome all the wisdom and learning of the whole world. And having possessed that feeling I can easily understand the spirit that little David possessed when he stood up against the Giant Goliath with nothing but a sling in his hands.

And I answered every question as fast as it was flung at me. And apparently they were the right answers, because they seemed to be satisfied with them.

And here is a point that I hesitate to write about. I remember it because it has caused me to wonder about it many times since then. On that occasion, before he could open his mouth to ask it, I would give him the answer. At that time I took it as a matter of course. Even now a conversation might take some definite turn that would provoke an interest in some definite point. And I may have considered that in the same way. I have tried to remember just how I did feel about it at the time, but the nearest I can come to it is that I never thought about it at all. But when the stress of the events of that time had worn off and I did not have that gift anymore it has caused me profound wonder at the things I had done, and I realized it had been the gift of the Spirit.

The President of the Ligs knew by my accent that I was a Swiss, and as soon as the meeting was dismissed he rushed up to me and put his arms around my shoulders, and he said: “Countryman, I am proud of you, a young man like you to be able to stand up against all these learned Gentlemen, these gray haired gentlemen who have tried their best to confuse you, and you have convinced us. You Mormons must have some good schools over there in America.”

I told him that the Mormons did, but that I had never attended any of them, that I had very little schooling, and that I was a laborer here.

I could tell by his face that was hard for him to believe all at once, but just then he was called away as his wife came and made the same remarks as the President had made. But the Branch President told her that that had not been my own wisdom or power, but that was the power given to all the servants of God engaged in His business.

I would have been glad to have followed up their meetings, but my Passport arrived, and I was informed that all ships would stop sailing on the Ocean because of an intensified submarine action.

Not all my experiences were serious, however. One in particular was even funny. In the City of Hamburg there lived a very grand old man, named Brother Eitner. He had been a member of the Church for about fifty years, and he had had some very interesting experiences in that times. And I visited him every chance I had to hear him tell about them, and we got to be very good friends.

He resembled another very grand old man on my acquaintance, both in person and in spirit. I speak of Patriarch Henry Hinman, of Cardston. Both were big, tall men with long beards; which probably made their faces look similar more than if they had been clean shaven. But Brother Eitner was stone blind, and his faithful old wife looked after him. I had just returned from an extended trip to some other branches and took advantage of a fine evening to visit him.

As I entered his room he asked me to take my shoes off. I did so and he asked me to pass them to him. He took them from me, and in the same motion passed them on to the wife and told her to take them around the corner to the shoemaker and have time resoled. And she was gone with them before I could collect my wits. When it dawned on me that I was now shoeless for several days, and the next day was Sunday, with many meetings and much business to attend.

Then he reached under the couch he sat on and pulled out the biggest pair of shoes I had ever seen, and he told me to wear them while mine were getting fixed. I was vividly reminded of a popular song of those days which said: “Herring boxes without topses were the shoes for Clementine.” I do not think I was very vain, as vanity goes among young men. In fact, believe I can truthfully say that I had less than most of them; but I had a secret opinion that my feet were almost as ornamental as they were useful, and wearing those shoes would surely hide that fact from other people.

When I left the old man I went to a picture show to hide till dark, and then followed the back alleys to my lodgings.

Sunday morning I had to attend a teacher’s meeting before the regular Sunday School took up. I wasn’t real early to avoid meeting people on the street. The only suit of clothes I had left was a very stylish one I had bought from a departing Missionary for the last ten dollars I owned. It was American style and stood out among the other men’s clothes like a rose among the daisies. And as the people passed me by they did take notice from my face downward. But I would be past them by the time their eyes reached my shoes, and I did not have the nerve to look around to see if their faces took on a merrier expression.

In church I kept between the benches to hide my feet and never dared to go out in the open, especially when some pretty girls came to shake my hand and tell me how they admired me because I was the only shepherd who did not run away when the wolves approached.

But my real torture came in the evening meeting. There were possibly more than six or more hundred people in that congregation. Sunday night meetings were always very spirited, and there was wonderful music and singing, and therefore always well attended, not only by the Saints, but usually a lot of investigators as well.

There was a platform at eye level of the congregation, where the Presidency sat, and there I had to sit also. The pulpit stood at the center and to one side of it was little table behind which the Presidency sat facing the congregation. Under this table was a strip of narrow carpet.

I quietly lifted this carpet with my feet and leaned it against a table leg and hid my feet behind it. But after a while the President got to moving his feet around and noticed the carpet sticking up and promptly knocked it down. I immediately put it down again, only to have him flatten it out some more. We kept that up all through the exercises. The only relief I had was when I was called on to address the congregation, when I could stand behind the pulpit.

I am a very bad speaker and always cut my speeches short; but his time I really did try to draw it out a long time.

A boy’s vanity probably exaggerated the ridiculousness of the experience and perhaps the people were too polite and kind hearted to notice visibly, but nobody made any snide remarks about my king-size shoes.

Looking back upon this experience from the distance of many years my judgement would be that my embarrassment came mostly from youthful vanity, which is deplorable; yet I am also proud that it never even occurred to me to flunk my responsibility and ask to be excused from attending those meetings.

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Most of the German brethren that were called to the War Front came to me for a blessing.

I would lay my hands upon their heads and invoke a blessing and the protection of God upon them.

One young man came to me and told me that he had no wish to take human lives, but he was drafted and could not help himself; and he expected to be entrained for the War Front that same night.

In blessing him I promised him that so long as he lived the gospel and deport himself like a Saint he would be protected from all harm.

To everybody’s surprise he was back in meeting the following Sunday and told of his experience

He said the train he was riding pulled right up to the eastern battle font and they were ordered to attack an enemy position. But that position was stronger than what was expected, and well defended, and ll his comrades around him were fallen and he was all alone. His own uniform was pierced with a number of bullets, but his person was untouched.

But he did not wat to advance all alone, and no orders were given to retreat, so he prayed to the Lord to let him be wounded bad enough to allow him the excuse to stop and lay down. And immediately he received a light flesh wound in the fleshy part of his leg, which would not cripple him any.

Soon after he was sent to the western front; and it was not long after when I heard that he received a wound in his trigger finger which might incapacitate him for a frontline soldier. But I never learned the details as I never saw him again.

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My Story: Melva C. Lenz Harker

Melva C HarkerI, (like Nephi of old) was born of goodly parents, August Lenz and Della Casson Cahoon Lenz, on June 16, 1920. I was born second to the oldest into a family of twelve girls and no boys. My sisters were Lottie, Helen, Myrtle, Irma, Joyce, Ireta, Ruth, Ruby, Rachel, Marrietta, and Hazel. I was born in Cardston, Alberta at the home of my Grandmother Cahoon.

The early parts of my childhood was spent in the areas of Cardston and Boundary Creek (Seden). Later on, we moved to a farm five miles from the town of Hill Spring, Alberta. This is where I grew up and spent the major part of my life as a child and teenager, until I was married October 6, 1937 to Marvin Evan Harker.

My very first recollection of being alive was when I was not quite one year old (according to my mother). My parents went on a fishing trip to the mountains to Belly River Lakes, near Waterton Lakes. Fishing was one of the few forms of diversion from the heavy labours of making a living they had. They would go as far as possible in the wagon, then they would put saddles on the horses and go the rest of the way by horseback. On this particular occasion, my Uncle Cordon Cahoon was with them and he volunteered to carry me on his horse. There was a place where a bridge over a little brook was made with poles and the horse seemingly about to go through terrified me and I screamed so loudly it frightened the horses. When they came to the falls he decided I would be less frightened if he waded across. When he was about half way, he fell in with me in his arms and nearly drowned the both of us. It took my Dad and Mother and some very skillful manouvering to get us out. I guess that is why some bridges are still terrifying to me. I always cross bridges with caution.

My first recollection of walking was when we lived in Seden near Boundary Creek and I was trying to catch our cat. My older sister came to help me- The cat would dart from side to side, and then in desperation would turn back and run between her legs to get away.

When we moved to Spring Hill my Dad set up a tent to live in until we could get our house moved. The wind blew so hard it blew our tent down and broke all the nice dishes my mother owned. For many years we only had tin and enameled dishes to eat on (the indestructible kind).

Life on the farm was hard and difficult. My dad witched two wells and struck water. Digging them was very hard and they were quite far from the house and were deep. Every drop of water had to be carried in buckets and heated on the stove. There was nothing but harsh home made soap to cut the grease on dishes, therefore a heavy film stayed on all the dishes until it was wiped off. Our washing facilities was an old tub and heavy wash board that we scrubbed the clothes on, and one boiler to heat the water; one boiler to heat the water and boil the white clothes in after they were as clean as we could get them on a scrub board. When we got a metal plunger to punch the clothes in the soapy water, we felt we had a great luxury. We would heat the water in the boiler and add lye to cause the hard water to curdle and come to the top, skim it off and add our strong lye soap to get any kind of a suds at all. We scrubbed clothes everyday in order to keep our large family in clothes.

Washing became a pleasure when Lottie and I were old enough to hook up a team of horses, take our clothes and go to the river, and get 40 gallons at a time of nice soft river water, where a few steps were as far as it had to be carried. Then we would bring the wet clothes back and hang them on the clothes line.

That was only one of the arduous tasks of life on the farm. As we got older the older girls had to take up the place of boys to help my dad with the farming. We were up at 5:00 o’clock in the morning everyday. Before we left for school, the cattle, horses and pigs had to be fed and watered and the cows milked. My dad would get up early and be in the field by daylight. Then, we had to quickly get read for school, harness a team of horses and drive five miles to school.

In the winter we went by sleigh and in the bitter sub-zero weather we were often frost bitten by the time we got there. We were often late and in trouble with the teacher in spite of it. When spring came we sometimes rode saddled horses or walked.

I think the only reason the teachers tolerated us at all was because our marks were good. We were either first of second in our class standing throughout our school years, and I might add- “very well behaved.” If we had not been, we knew we would not only be in trouble at school–but in worse trouble at home. When darkness came we had a candle, or coal oil lamp to see with. This is what we studied by also.

My Dad went to bed at dark and was always up at daylight. He believed firmly–“Early to bed and early to rise makes a man, healthy, wealthy, and wise.” He could see no difference between men and women on the score. My mother worked very hard also. In spite of the fact that she usually had a baby and two other small children to care for. While we were at school she did a lot of the gardening by herself, until the garden was up big enough to see good/ Then, gardening became part of our chores also. When the vegetables were big enough to sell, we would prepare them for my Uncle Jake Lenz to take them to Waterton to sell. That provided us with a little cash to exist and buy shoes and clothes etc. which my mother could not make for us. Also, the flour and sugar could not be made at home. Most of our clothes were made out of flour and sugar sacks. It was difficult for us to always look on the bright side of life as we grew older; especially when we would see our friends and neighbors pass our place to go to Waterton on holidays and Saturdays and still be happy to be down on our hands and knees pulling out weeds or hoeing the garden.

One time my mother became very ill and had to go to the hospital. The doctors said she had a very bad heart. She had Inflamatory Rhuematism also. They felt that she could not live more than a few months. She was 37 years old. My father had us all fast and then he asked the Lord to spare her life, and make her well enough to come home and be with us as a family. Two days later she came home. Her heart lasted until she was 80 years old. They taught us the meaning of living all the ten commandments by precept and example, the importance of daily prayer in our lives.

As I grew older, I found it was quite easy to make friends, especially among the boys. I was at the age that found me quite attracted to them. Having been brought up very, very, protected in a family of all girls, boys presented a mysterious fascination for me. I never thought of my Dad being even of the male species–but only as my father. I had wished so many times for a brother. Then, I realized that the only brother I would ever have was our older brother, Jesus Christ, and I could fully put my faith and trust in “Him.” Whenever I went out with friends or on dates I always asked for His influence to guide and direct my every word and my every action. I felt His spirit very close to me. It was a great protection throughout the tender years of my growing up especially. Throughout my entire life the Comforter has born witness to me of the love my Father In Heaven and my older brother, Jesus Christ. Their concern in my behalf, and their love for me has been my shield and my protection during times of serious sickness, distress and heartache. I have many friends and beautiful memories as lasting, and special as they were then. My friends then are still my friends now. By following the counsel and advice of the prophets and church leaders throughout those years in regarding conduct especially in dating and friendships, I testify of the truthfulness and wisdom their counsel to everyone who may chance to read this.

I attended public school and High School at Hill Spring. Grade XI was the highest grade taught. While attending Grade IX, Undine Caldwell the Grade I teacher became ill and asked special permission for me to take over her teaching assignment. I was the Grade I teacher for sic months. I took my Grade IX assignments home each day. It was a highlight of my High School years. I was still able to keep my first place standing in the Grade IX class.

Because of finances I was not able to continue on to higher academic learning but since that time I have endeavored to learn and achieve something of value each year. I completed a Dressmaking course by correspondence with a 90% average upon completion.

Each opportunity I have had to be of service to the church, I have studied something to improve my ability to be capable of better service; to learn duties then act with all diligence. Some of the positions of trust which I have been given have been Choir Leader, M.I.A. President, Primary President, Secretary to M.I.A., Beehive, Mia Maid, and M Men Gleaner leaders. Teacher in all the Primary Classes, Sunday School Teacher of every class except adults, Junior Sunday School coordinator, Music Leader and Organist in the Relief Society, visiting teacher–in fact many opportunities I have had to serve, of which I enjoyed.

Besides the above my daughter Barbara and I taught dancing for eleven years. I did most of the choreography and Barbara did the dancing. I have also studied music on my own and taught classes in Nutrition at the Drug and Alcohol abuse centre. I spent one memorable summer as a Matron and advisor to eighty-one girls at the Banff School of Fine Arts.

On October 6, 1937 I was married to Marvin Evan Harker in the Alberta Temple in Cardston by Joseph Y. Card. Our life together has not been uneventful–far from it. For seven years we thought we may never have any children of our own, then in 1943 Marvin was born. What a choice spirit he was. He was the first male member of my family and the first grandson by the name of Harker in the Harker family. It was a great occasion for all of us. He looked like his dad. However, he was alone and very lonely. He often cried, “I have nobody to play with. Seven ears later Barbara Lynne was born. She was truly beautiful and a special spirit too. She was also very lonely. We decided we had room in our hearts and in our home for more children, and being as the doctors said we would never have any more of our own. We decided to adopt twins if we could, so they would not have to grow up lonely, like Marvin and Barbara were. That is what we did. Four years later we received the happy and exciting news that two beautiful babies were available to us if we wanted them. Of course we did! They even had similar features of our other children and fit right into our hearts, and home, and family. They were beautiful and very special to us. I knew that this was the way Our Heavenly Father wanted this situation to be, and that they were to be ours for eternity. We named them Leanne Undine, and Lonnie Eugene. Five years later we were shocked and happily suprised by the arrival of another choice spirit. Because of the happiness and joy she brought with her, we all decided that she should be named Melodee Rae. She was truly a choice spirit too, and has put a song in each of our lives and hearts ever since. I know each of these children were supposed to be mine to love, to teach and to care for–not only by my choice but by there choice also, in a pre-existence where we lived with our Father in Heaven. Because of them I have been blessed abundantly. I know that I am alive even today because of my children and their desperate need for me. A miracle has been performed in my behalf. My husband is special beyond description and has treated me like a Queen. He is choice above all others. I am so blessed!

Although life has been a struggle financially, my family has attained wealth untold in the things that cannot be purchased with money. As one very wealthy millionaire put it: tell Mr. Harker I have traveled the world over and all men are looking for what he already has; he is the wealthiest man I know. He has more wealth than millions times millions times millions.

Throughout my life my path has crossed that of some very great people. I have made beautiful lasting friendships with old people, children, middle aged and young people of many nationalities and walks of life.

The last twenty years we have been very closely associated with missionaries. We have many choice young men and women fro all over the world in our home often. We have had very many beautiful experiences and memories of these lovely young people, who call us Mom and Dad Harker. Memories that fill our hearts and lives to the point that there is no room left for loneliness, boredom and morbid thoughts. We managed a Motel for nine years, and met many people of all walks of life there also.

While at the motel we contributed in a small way in bringing seven complete families into the church. Hopefully, we have been a little help to the missionaries who have come our way. They have blessed our lives by teaching many lessons in our home, and teaching my family also at the same time. Missionary work is very close to my heart. I am in the process of compiling a book of faith promoting experiences we have had that have deeply touched our lives. I would like to mention briefly one of them. In the year of 1967 my husband was in a car accident. It was felt by specialists that perhaps he might never walk again, and quite definitely that he would never work again. We moved to Cardston where I could find work. A few months later it was discovered that my body was full of cancer and my life hung on a thread. Marvin was married and gone. Barbara was about to enter university. Melodee was five years ole and Leanne and Lonnie were nine years old.

We had sold our backhoe business and that, with what we had managed to save was practically gone. Barbara was asked to manage a motel. When she left for university, I took over where she left off.

Evan was in the Lethbridge Hospital at the time. We had an Indian girl Bernice, who was Barbara’s age living with us at the time. one night a young man came to the Motel. When he signed the card to register for a room I noticed that he was the Head of the Indian Association for Alberta. At the same time Bernice came in and whispered something in my ear. I smiled at her and spoke to her. The interest in that, was quite evident. Then he noticed the picture of the Cardston Temple that was hanging in my office–this caught his eye and he said, “What is that building? I have been driving around for hours trying to decide why it touched my heart so deeply. Maybe it is the way the four winds hit it but there is something about that building that really stirs my heart, and I don’t know what it is.” So I asked if he would like to go to the information centre. He excitedly said, “Yes I would love to go.” I did not realize that the information bureau was closed during the winter at that time. I told him to be ready at 7:00 p.m. and come over, and that I would have someone there to take him. I set about making repeated phone calls to various church officials in order to find someone to open the Information Bureau. Then I tried to find someone to take him. I made between twenty-five and thirty calls without success. It seemed I was batting my head against a brick wall. I wondered why I felt it ws so important, so I went to the phone and called the mission president, President Espenshied. I told him about an Indian man who was the head of the Indian Association of Alberta and how he showed intense interest in the Temple. I asked him id he might be anyone of importance to him.

President Espenshied said, “Well, I guess he is. Do all you can with him Sister Harker. Find the most eloquent speaker in Cardston and send with him. We have been fasting and praying for months that we might find someone to help us to get missionaries on the reserves in Alberta. While you are at it make an appointment with him for me on Friday. There is a meeting of all the chiefs in Gleichen.”

In spite of all our efforts to find someone to take him, we were totally unsuccessful so the only alternative was for me to take him myself. I left word with Bernice to find the Elders and send them up. They came alright and introduced themselves as Elder Kime and Elder Johnson. Then they had to leave for an appointment. Brother Pitcher and I went through the information Bureau with him. On the way home he asked for a Book of Mormon. Then he said, “Elders,–what is an Elder?”

I told him they were choice young men of the church, who come on their own time, their own money, and teach people to have a happier life and home. They teach the gospel of Jesus Christ.

I asked if he wold like to meet the man in charge of all the Elders in Alberta. He said he would love to. I told him his name was President Espenshied, and if he was going to the chiefs meeting on Friday, in Gleichan, he would love to meet him. When he answered in the affirmative I said, “I will write his name in your Book of Mormon.” On the Friday President Espenchied was there, Harold Cardinal arrived. Without even acknowledging his own friends, he went straight to President Espenshied’s car and held out his hand and introduced himself. Then he invited him into their meetings. The minutes were read stating that no white man would be permitted in their meetings. Then he asked President Espenshied if he would like to speak to them. President Espenshied told them about the book of Mormon, and asked permission to have Elders on each of the reserves. Every chief gave his written consent. That is how the Elders got on the reserves in Alberta.

My experiences managing motels lasted nine years, and was very inspirational, and rewarding. My association with people, has attributed much to my still being here.

(Signed) Melva Harker

Charlotte Irmgard (Lenz) Lawlor 1916

Story of Charlotte Irmgard (Lenz) Lawlor

Lottie was born 11 August 1916 at Raymond, Ab to August and Martha Schellenberger Lenz. They moved to Hillspring and then to Kimball. Martha died on 19 May 1918 at Cardston one week after giving birth to a son, Joseph Henry, who died also and they were buried in the same casket in the Cardston Cometary.

Lottie lived with Grandma Lenz in Cardston until 12 March 1919 when August married Della Casson Cahoon who became her new mama. She chose Della because they had become such good friends when Della brought the milk and eggs to their house. When August met Della he agreed with Lottie.

They lived at Kimball for a short time and moved to Beazer and then to the Seddon School district. She received her schooling at Seddon and then Hillspring. She smashed her right elbow at the age of eight. The Doctor wanted to amputate her arm right then but her folks coaxed him to wait. He set it as best he could and taped it up tightly in a bent position. He was afraid that infection would set in. After much fasting and prayers the arm healed with no infection. In time the nerves that had been damaged healed and she regained the use of her arm.  It was a bit shorter than the left but otherwise was alright. This set her back in her schooling a bit but she enjoyed school and her new friends at Hillspring and soon caught up again. They lived four miles from school and it was quite a struggle to get there in the winter time. She was always top honor student.

She loved to ride and drive horses and got to be very good at driving two, four, or six horses abreast on the machinery. She never left anything half-finished. Her motto was never give up.

She loved to read. She sent the rest of us out to play so she could enjoy a good book. Sometimes we got her to come out and play ball or other games played after dark. She liked to sew and was good at it. When she was finished the product had to be perfect.

Bragging was NOT one of her accomplishments. In fact it was difficult for her to admit that she had reached anywhere near perfection in anything. As she got older she accepted herself and others in their accomplishments much easier.

She took elocution lessons from Ray Kurd. She enjoyed this very much. She tried to teach us some of it. Helen responded quite well but the rest of us got the giggles and were dismissed. She gave up on us. We just couldn’t be serious enough. She was rather self-conscious and hated to speak in public. She finally used her talents and took part in a production directed by Sister Kurd. She decided that it wasn’t so bad after all.

Sister Vaneta Davies who was a professional seamstress and had graduated from College in the USA in what is now called Home Economics had Lottie helping her with her sewing. She had more than she could handle along with her children. She also taught Lottie some of the courses that she had taken and let Lottie read her text books when school let out. Before she turned eighteen in August, she went to Raymond to work for Frank Taylor and his wife doing housework. She was under the watchful eye of a friend of her Dad, Mrs. Evans. Lottie was born in her house. Lottie became good friends with many people and had fond memories of Raymond. When Ireta died and Irma had ruptured appendix and Mama was expecting another baby, Lottie went home to Hillspring to look after the rest at home.

Her next employment was at Picture Butte at Lawlor’s doing housework for James and Rhea Lawlor. It was here she met Francis Earl Lawlor whom she married 5 November 1942 in the Cardston Temple. Before their marriage after finishing employment at the Lawlor’s she worked at the T. Baton. Co. store in Lethbridge in the drapery department. She was a very good seamstress as well as a good cook and housekeeper.

Francis was living in the USA after taking his schooling as a chemist so was stationed at a good many munitions plants during and after the war. After their marriage the first place lived in was Chattanooga, Tennessee. They moved to Niagara, NY, Philadelphia, Mesa, Arizona, and Torrance, California.

They have six girls – (Ken) and Francine Hart (4 children), (Don) and Charlotte Ruth Brown (8), (Glenn) and Martha Yvonne Parsons (2 & 2 G.), (Stephan) and Anne Marie Blackham (6), (David) and Elizabeth Cobabe (5), Jeannine Glumace (2), and Bruce Edwin Lawlor. They have grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Francis has held many positions in the Church – bishops, mission leaders, High Priest group leader and many others. Lottie has served in nearly all positions in Relief Society – president, councilors, spiritual living lesson teacher as well as all others, Sunday School teacher of all classes, Primary teacher and officer. She taught the Genealogy class for a few years.

She had the opportunity to go to Germany and Switzerland with Francis and Francine who had served a fulltime mission in Frankfurt, Germany and they had a good genealogy hunt while they were there. She also met some of their mother’s family that were still alive. She enjoyed that a great deal and had a good time.

She suffered a massive heart attack and died suddenly on 24 October 1980 at the age of sixty four at Torrance, California and is buried there.


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Charlotte Irmgard “Lottie” Lenz Lawlor

Birth: Aug. 11, 1916     Raymond, Alberta, Canada
Death: Oct. 24, 1980     Torrance, Los Angeles County, California, USA

Charlotte Irmgard Lenz was born in Raymond, Alberta, Canada, the first child of August Lenz and Martha Schellenberger. She was named after her mother’s youngest sister, who was born after Martha left Germany. She was called Lottie throughout her life. Before Lottie was two years old, her mother died after giving birth to a little brother, Joseph Henry, who also died. Lottie spent the next year with her father’s parents, Anna Katherina and Jacob Lenz. Her father married Della Casson Cahoon a year later, at which time Lottie joined the August Lenz family again.

Lottie worked very hard on the farm – hauling water, weeding row after row in their very large garden, harvesting crops, etc. She also spent a lot of time helping with the children who were added to the family before she left home – Melva, Helen, Myrtle, Irma, Ruth, Ireta and Joyce.

At the age of 18 she accepted a job as cook on a cook car for James Lawlor and then worked for his brother, Larry, and for their parents, Joseph and Clara Lawlor. Lottie met Francis Lawlor during that time. After knowing him for over 5 years, they were married in the Cardston Alberta Temple Nov. 5,1942. They had 8 children Francine, Ruth, Martha, Marie, Beth, Juanita, Mark and Bruce. They lived in Chattanooga TN, Niagara Falls NY, Philadelphia PA, Torrance and Carson CA.

Lottie was a very capable wife and mother, and spent many hours cooking, cleaning, and caring for not only her own family, but also others who needed her help. Anthony Ringlero, a Native American joined the family for several years while he was participating in the Indian Placement Program. She did the housekeeping, prepared the meals, sewed clothing, baked and decorated wedding cakes, knitted, crocheted, and made many beautiful items. She was the Ward Relief Society President in her LDS ward many times through her life. She taught genealogy and Sunday School classes and was active in many civic activities. She worked in a polling booth on election days. She died suddenly of a heart attack when she was 64 years old.

She was “an angel in work clothes” and dearly loved by those who knew her.

Family links:
Parents:
August Lenz (1894 – 1960)
Martha Schellenberger Lenz (1894 – 1918)

Spouse:
Francis Earl Lawlor (1915 – 2011)

Siblings:
Charlotte Irmgard Lenz Lawlor (1916 – 1980)
Joseph Henry Lenz (1918 – 1918)*
Melva C Lenz Harker (1920 – 1987)**

Helen Martha Lenz (1922 – 1988)**
Myrtle Lenz Litchfield (1924 – 2007)**
Irma Lenz Anderson (1926 – 2011)**
Ruth Harriett Lenz Day (1928 – 2000)**
Ireta Alice Lenz (1931 – 1935)**

*Calculated relationship
**Half-sibling

Burial:
Green Hills Memorial Park
Rancho Palos Verdes
Los Angeles County
California, USA
Plot: Crest Gardens, 272, B

Myrtle Lenz Litchfield family obituaries

Myrtle (nee Lenz) Litchfield of Taber, beloved wife of Linden Litchfield, died peacefully on Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at Taber Extended Care at the age of 83 years.

Myrtle was born February 7, 1924 the daughter of August and Della Lenz of Hillspring, Alberta, the fourth in a family of twelve girls. She attended Business College in Lethbridge and specialized in accounting. After working for a time in Glenwood, Myrtle came to Taber and worked for the Taber Cannery. There she met and married Linden Dee Litchfield on December 20, 1944, in the Cardston Alberta Temple. They lived on the family farm in the Fincastle area and have shared more than sixty two years of marriage. They have six children Linda (Wren) Atwood of Bow Island, Merlin (Debbie) Litchfield of Taber, Rita (Bill) Toone of Claresholm, Ardyth (Randy) Erickson of Coaldale, LeRon (Patsy) Litchfield of Taber, Christine (Ken) Proskow of Creston, BC. Linden and Myrtle have eighteen grandsons and seventeen granddaughters, and fifty five great-grandchildren with six more on the way. Myrtle is also survived by five sisters Irma Anderson and Ruby Fletcher both of Taber, Rachel (Mark) Merrill of Hillspring, Marietta (Bill) Oviatt of Spruce Grove and Hazel Lenz of Calgary.
She was predeceased by her parents and six sisters.

Myrtle gave a life of service to her family, church and community. She was Cub Leader for over fourteen years and many a Taber boy will have fond memories of the many activities on the Litchfield farm during his cub years. Myrtle also spent many years caring for Linden’s parents in their later years. Linden & Myrtle worked for over eighteen years in the French name extraction program. Myrtle loved genealogy and felt a great connection with her ancestors. She was very proud to be working in the name extraction program that enabled her to help other people all over the world to find their own ancestors. Myrtle and Linden always had a large garden and were very willing to share their produce with neighbors and friends.

Relatives and friends are invited to meet with the family at the Southland Funeral Chapel, 5006 – 48 Avenue, Taber on Friday, April 13, 2007 from 7:00 P.M. to 8:00 P.M. and prior to the service in the Relief Society Room of the Church from 9:45 A.M. to 10:45 A.M.
The Funeral Service will be held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Taber Stake Centre, 4709 – 50 Avenue, on Saturday, April 14, 2007 at 11:00 A.M. with Bishop Frank Walton conducting. Interment to follow in the Taber Memorial Garden.

Linden Dee Litchfield of Taber passed away peacefully on Tuesday, October 7, 2008 at the age of 94 years.

Linden was born September 27, 1914, the son of Joseph and Ferl Litchfield in Raymond, Alberta and grew up on the family homestead north of Purple Springs. Linden was the second in a family of eight children. Linden grew up with a deep love of the “Sandhills” and spent many hours in the saddle: both on his own land and in working for ranchers in the area. He often spoke fondly of his memories of working for Charlie Furman and the Francis family.

Linden married Myrtle Lenz of Hillspring on December 20, 1944 in the Cardston Alberta Temple. They have six children: Linda (Wren) Atwood of Bow Island, Merlin (Debbie) Litchfield of Taber, Rita (Bill) Toone of Claresholm, Ardyth (Randy) Erickson of Coaldale, LeRon (Patsy) Litchfield of Taber, Christine (Ken) Proskow of Creston, BC. Linden & Myrtle have eighteen grandsons and seventeen granddaughters and sixty seven great-grandchildren with four more on the way. He is also survived by his brothers Elden Litchfield of Lethbridge and Dean Litchfield of Raymond; sisters Iris Meldrum of Magrath and Dorothy Francis of Taber.

Linden is predeceased by his beloved wife, Myrtle; his parents, two brothers and one sister.

The most important things in Linden’s life were his family, his church, and being a good friend and neighbour. He gave many years of service to his church and to the community. He was respected and admired by all who knew him.

Relatives and friends are invited to meet with the family at the Southland Funeral Chapel, 5006 – 48 Avenue, Taber on Friday, October 10, 2008 from 7:00 P.M. to 8:00 P.M. and prior to the funeral service in the Relief Society Room of the Church from 1:00 P.M. to 1:45 P.M. The Funeral Service will be held at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 54th Street Chapel, 5314 – 54 Street on Saturday, October 11, 2008 at 2:00 P.M. with Bishop Frank Walton conducting. Burial to follow in the Taber Memorial Garden.

Merlin Dee Litchfield passed away peacefully, surrounded by his family at the Taber Long Term Care on Friday, December 3, 2010 at the age of 63 years.

Relatives and friends are invited to meet with the family at the Southland Funeral Chapel, 5006 – 48 Avenue, Taber on Tuesday, December 7, 2010 between 7:00 P.M. and 8:00 P.M. and at the church prior to the funeral service on Wednesday, December 8, 2010 between 9:30 A.M. and 10:40 A.M.

The Funeral Service will be held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Taber Stake Centre, 4709 – 50 Avenue, Taber on Wednesday, December 8, 2010 at 11:00 A.M. with Bishop Mark Baldry conducting. Burial to follow at the Taber Memorial Garden.

Besides his loving wife Debbie, Merlin is survived by their children Dusty (Jennifer) of Lethbridge, Mardy (Charlotte) of Bournemouth, England, Lara of Edmonton, Jordy (Cassandra) of Lethbridge and Bryan of Taber. Merlin was a loving grandfather to Raven and August. He is also survived by his siblings Linda Jean (Wren) Atwood, Rita (Bill) Toone, Ardyth (Randy) Erickson, LeRon (Patsy) Litchfield, Christine (Ken) Proskow and their families. He will be fondly remembered by his mother-in-law Dawn Sommerfeld and Debbie’s entire family.

He was predeceased by his parents and father-in-law Alfred Sommerfeld of Creston, BC.

Merlin was born to Linden & Myrtle Litchfield on February 17, 1947 in Taber, the second of six children. He grew up on the farm working alongside his father, brother and uncle. Merlin’s love of farming, ranching and horses continued to his final days. He served as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in southern France and looked back on that time with great fondness. Merlin loved being a missionary and made many friendships that have lasted a lifetime. After his mission Merlin continued to work on the farm while attending the University of Lethbridge where he met his love, Debbie Sommerfeld. They were married May 27, 1978 in Cardston and raised five children in Taber with regular trips out to the farm and to the mountains. Merlin loved people and was always active in his community. Whether it be with his church, his children’s sports teams or politics, he was always involved.

Merlin struggled with his health and was diagnosed with multiple systems atrophy. As the disease slowly progressed he fought to continue on with life to its fullest. Merlin loved his children and grandchildren and was always bragging about their accomplishments and showing off their pictures. In the end his happiest and most alert moments were the times he shared with them. Merlin loved and was loved by many.

Rachel Lenz Merrill 1938-2011

RACHAEL LENZ MERRILL, beloved wife of Mark Merrill of Hill Spring, passed away in Cardston on Friday, April 22nd, 2011 at the age of 73 years.

Rachael is survived by her husband Mark and children: Mitch (Karen) Merrill, Deanne (Dave) Schaffer, Suzanne (Dave) Stepan, Lisa (LaNark) Duce, Wes (Wendy) Merrill, 20 grandchildren and 7 great grandchildren, sisters Ruby Fletcher, Irma Anderson and Marrietta Oviatt.

The Funeral Service will be held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Hill Spring, Alberta on Wednesday, April 27th, 2011 at 11:00 a.m. with Bishop Craig Smith Officiating.
Friends may meet the family at Legacy Funeral Home, Cardston on Tuesday April 26th, 2011 from 7:00 to 8:00 p.m. or at the Church on Wednesday from 10:00 to 10:45 a.m. prior to the Service. Interment in the Hill Spring Cemetery.

Irma Lenz Anderson 1926 – 2011

Irma Anderson (nee Lenz), beloved wife of the late Norman Anderson, passed away peacefully in Lethbridge on Monday, July 11, 2011 at the age of 85 years.

Irma is survived by her children Murray (Jolayne) Anderson of Sherwood Park, Brian (Valerie) Anderson of Taber, Laura (Dan) Thomas of Guelph, Ontario, foster child Russell (Dawn) Baptiste of Oliver, British Columbia; fifteen grandchildren, sixteen great grandchildren. She is also survived by her sisters Ruby Fletcher of Taber, Marietta (Bill) Oviatt of Spruce Grove, sisters-in-law Irene Anderson and Zelma Gilbertson of Taber and brother-in-law Mark Merrill of Hill Spring.

She was predeceased by her husband Norman, parents August & Della Lenz, nine sisters and nine brothers-in-law.

Irma was born in Cardston on April 24, 1926 and lived most of her life near Taber. She was an industrious, hard-working, caring person who loved to cook. She was noted for her large garden and enjoyed canning fruit and vegetables. Irma loved to help others and touched the lives of many including friends in extended care in Taber. She lived on the farm and assisted in all aspects of the farming operation including milking cows, feeding animals and working in the field. She loved her family and loved to have them around her. Irma especially loved to cook for her family and for others and provided many meals including bread, buns, pies, cakes and cookies. She was affectionately known to many as “Grandma Cookie”.

If friends so desire, memorial tributes in Irma’s name made be made directly to the charity of one’s personal choosing.
The family would like to acknowledge the staff of the Legacy Lodge who were very helpful to Irma during the past few months and their assistance has been greatly appreciated.

Relatives and friends are invited to meet with the family at the Southland Funeral Chapel, 5006 – 48 Avenue, Taber on Thursday, July 14, 2011 between 7:00 P.M. and 8:00 P.M. and at the church prior to the funeral service on Friday, July 15, 2011 between 10:00 A.M. and 10:40 A.M. The Funeral Service will be held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Taber Stake Centre, 4709 – 50 Avenue, Taber on Friday, July 15, 2011 at 11:00 A.M. with Bishop Wade Steed conducting. Burial to follow at the Barnwell Cemetery.

Arrangements in care of Southland Funeral Chapel, Taber. Telephone: (403) 223-8778.


Information found on FindAGrave.com

Irma Lenz Anderson

Birth: Apr. 24, 1926
Cardston
Alberta, Canada
Death: Jul. 11, 2011
Lethbridge
Alberta, Canada

Irma Anderson was a farm girl/woman at heart . She helped out on the farm all her life . She was a person loved to cook & canning fruits & vegetables . She could milk a cow with the best of any man . She worked in the field & feeding animals as well as keep her house clean & originized . She also kept a great big garden . She is survived by her children 2 sons 1 daughter & there spouse’s 15 grandchildren 16 great grandchildren. Her & Norman also raised an Indian child in their home as well that called Irma & Norman, mom & dad. Irma was one of 12 girls born to August & Della Lenz. Her children gave very great speeches at the funeral. Irma was a very giving person to others. Never did anything for the thanks she just did it because she loved to help others. She will be buried by her husband Norman Anderson in the Barnwell cemetery.
Family links:
Parents:
August Lenz (1894 – 1960)
Della Casson Cahoon Lenz (1899 – 1980)

Spouse:
Norman Spencer Anderson (1922 – 1995)*

Siblings:
Charlotte Irmgard Lenz Lawlor (1916 – 1980)**
Joseph Henry Lenz (1918 – 1918)**
Melva C Lenz Harker (1920 – 1988)*
Myrtle Lenz Litchfield (1924 – 2007)*
Irma Lenz Anderson (1926 – 2011)
Ruth Harriett Lenz Day (1928 – 2000)*
Ireta Alice Lenz (1931 – 1935)*

*Calculated relationship
**Half-sibling

Burial:
Barnwell Cemetery
Barnwell
Lethbridge Census Division
Alberta, Canada

Francis Earl Lawlor 1915-2011 Obituary

Francis Earl Lawlor 1915 ~ 2011 Francis Earl Lawlor, 96, of Sandy, Utah passed away February 28, 2011. He was born February 1, 1915 in Wildrose, North Dakota to Joseph Edward Lawlor and Clara Ethel Palmer. He graduated from Brigham Young University and spent his career as a research chemist. Francis married Charlotte Irmgard Lenz on November 5, 1942 who died in 1980. They were blessed with eight children: Francine Hart (Ken); Ruth Brown (Don); Martha Parson (Glenn), Marie Blackham (Steve), Beth Lawlor, Juanita Biere (Curtis); Mark Lawlor, and Bruce (Sheila ) Lawlor; 31 grandchildren and 51 great grandchildren. Francis was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and served in many callings including district president and bishop. His greatest love was teaching. Francis married Deane Peters Moordigian on July 8, 1989 which added four children: Linda Badurek (Darrell), Nancy Howard (Ron), Ken Moordigian and Dave Moodigian; 6 grandchildren and 8 great grandchildren to the family. Special thanks to Access Hospice for the love and gentle care they gave to Francis. Funeral services will be Friday March 4th at LDS chapel, 89 E. 11000 S. at 11:00 a.m. viewing from 10-10:30 a.m. Funeral service will be March 7th at LDS Chapel, 1635 W. 9th St, San Pedro, California at 11:00 a.m. visitation from 10-10:30 a.m.. Interment at Green Hills Memorial Park, Rancho Palos Verdes, California.

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