One day after being in this different church for about 3 years, our parents called all us kids to a family meeting. My dad was good putting a positive spin on everything that could ever happen. So with this family meeting, he was able to help us see what he saw.
My dad explained how a family no longer had a dad, and they were alone and asked how we felt about helping them. Obviously, after the way my dad put it, we all wanted to help this poor family that needed a dad.
Next thing we all knew, this new to us family of 5 was now part of our family, and was living in our basement. They had their own kitchen and living space, but we ate our meals together, and prayed together. My mom and "Aunt" took turns cooking, we were soon as much like siblings as you could hope.
We fought over waking up first to get the TV first on Saturday mornings, and anything else that normal siblings would fight about.
As far as all our friends and neighbors were concerned, they were our "cousins" and "Aunt" that were living in our basement.
It was hard, and uncomfortable to try to explain, but we managed, and as far as I know all our friends believed it and never asked questions. Life seemed pretty normal aside from our little secret.
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Typical Utah Family
I was raised in the traditional Utah family. My dad served a mission for the Latter Day Saints church, also known as Mormons, then he met my mom at BYU, and later married in the Salt Lake temple.
My parents had 8 kids, me being the 6th child. We went to church every Sunday, said our prayers for every meal and at our bedside before going to bed. I even recall praying as a family before every road trip, so that we would travel safely with no problems. Praying comes with all religions, I am just stating that we did it a lot.
When I was still very small, I'm guessing 2nd grade, my parents found another church that they could not prove wrong, so they did what they believed was the right thing to do. This church practiced and lived the laws of consecration, and polygamy. This is where all the money you make and all your belongings go into the "pool" with everyone else's belongings. Then spent as needed. At least this is the way I understood it. They also practiced plural marriage. With all the scriptures my dad knew front and back, he could not find this church to be wrong. So we all joined.
Our family had a big, new swing set at this time, and it went to live at someone else's home, because they needed it more, apparently, and we did not need it as much as they did. We then moved soon after to a city closer to where they wanted us to live.
Life changed for everyone in my family, as you can imagine. I have so many memories that have made me who I am today. I still say, "praise the Lord" in my head when something happens, such as the other day when carrying a six pack of soda in from the car, two slipped out and crashed to the ground...since there was no mess or pain involved, I instinctively said, "praise the Lord" with a sigh of relief.
I have so many interesting memories about growing up, and have decided to write my journey though it all. I write these as memories, not looking for criticism of any kind.
My parents had 8 kids, me being the 6th child. We went to church every Sunday, said our prayers for every meal and at our bedside before going to bed. I even recall praying as a family before every road trip, so that we would travel safely with no problems. Praying comes with all religions, I am just stating that we did it a lot.
When I was still very small, I'm guessing 2nd grade, my parents found another church that they could not prove wrong, so they did what they believed was the right thing to do. This church practiced and lived the laws of consecration, and polygamy. This is where all the money you make and all your belongings go into the "pool" with everyone else's belongings. Then spent as needed. At least this is the way I understood it. They also practiced plural marriage. With all the scriptures my dad knew front and back, he could not find this church to be wrong. So we all joined.
Our family had a big, new swing set at this time, and it went to live at someone else's home, because they needed it more, apparently, and we did not need it as much as they did. We then moved soon after to a city closer to where they wanted us to live.
Life changed for everyone in my family, as you can imagine. I have so many memories that have made me who I am today. I still say, "praise the Lord" in my head when something happens, such as the other day when carrying a six pack of soda in from the car, two slipped out and crashed to the ground...since there was no mess or pain involved, I instinctively said, "praise the Lord" with a sigh of relief.
I have so many interesting memories about growing up, and have decided to write my journey though it all. I write these as memories, not looking for criticism of any kind.
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