A number of years ago, our stake president asked us to find out how our family came into the church. My mom joined the church when my sister was about nine-years old. I thought I knew about my dad's side. My grandmother had been a member all her life. Her mother was the child of pioneers. My grandfather joined the church when my dad was a boy. In all of this, I had forgotten my maternal great-grandfather's story. This story, miraculously, found me.
Tonight, as I was going through some papers, I ran across the story again. I thought I'd share it here just for the mere fact that I want this saved for posterity.
Here's a little bit of background....When I started this blog back in December of 2007, I was corresponding with a cousin. She, Mary, is a cousin of my mom's and lives in Montana--where my dad's family is from--the Bitterroot.
While on her computer one day, Mary decided to search my dad's family names to see what she'd find in Montana. She sent me three different stories including this article from the newspaper. Of course Mary, who isn't of the LDS faith had no idea that I'd be searching for such a story.
Maurine Hughes, interview by author, August 11, 2004, Hamilton, Montana, transcript in author's possession; Young diary, April 3, 1898.
A nice little tender mercy.