June 1976

“Mirthright,” Ensign, June 1976, 79


After an unusually hectic day of chasing our eleven-month-old daughter, whom we have nicknamed “Angel,” from one mess to another, our four other children were rapidly becoming exasperated. After one magazine lost three more pages, our twelve-year-old son Allen broke the tension by asking if she was the destroying angel!

C. A. Queen
Lantana, Florida

On the bulletin board of our stake house hung an article by American radio newscaster Paul Harvey entitled “What Makes Mormons Run?” I pointed it out to a friend, thinking she might like to read it, but instead she replied, “I already know what makes Mormons run. They’re late for a meeting!”

Janell Wheeler
Skellytown, Texas

On a seminary test one of the fill-in questions was “What is my relationship to God?” Instead of the usual answer “son (or daughter) of God,” one guilty but honest student wrote: “not so good”

Terry Madsen
Milford, Utah

Our four-year-old daughter, Alicia, likes to think she can play the piano. The other day she was carrying the Book of Mormon toward the piano. I asked her what she was going to do, and she replied, “I’m going to play ‘Book of Mormon Stories.’”

Mrs. Jennifer Rose
Ocala, Florida

When my husband and I first moved to Provo, we were unfamiliar with the names of the various local stakes, but we became better educated during a visit to the Provo Temple. We had come to do some sealings, as had a group from Kolob Stake. One temple worker asked my husband, “Are you from Kolob?” He innocently replied, “No, but I’m working on it.”

Denise Turner
Payson, Utah

Joel took four of his visiting sisters to a reunion luncheon at a hotel restaurant overlooking Salt Lake City. He invited his son, Rees, to join them later. The main party was in the elevator ready to go up when a lady conventioneer stepped on. Before the doors could close, Rees ran in and began to greet each aunt with a kiss. The lady watched in consternation as he worked his way around the elevator and immediately punched the button to get off. As the door opened she exited hastily, muttering, “and I thought these Mormons were supposed to be such great handshakers!”

Maurine C. Jensen
Midvale, Utah

After sitting behind the same couple in church for several weeks in a row, I said, “It looks like we have reserved seats.”

He answered, “Yes. And not only that—we have season tickets!”

Christie Lund Coles
Provo, Utah