Three Hundred Parchment Scrolls
    Footnotes

    “Three Hundred Parchment Scrolls,” Ensign, Mar. 1990, 64–65

    Three Hundred Parchment Scrolls

    I had been in Barcelona, Spain, compiling the data collected by an eighteenth-century ancestor of my nonmember husband and had obtained almost two hundred names. They came principally from diaries written in Catalan, my native tongue. I knew that, in addition to this information, my husband’s family had available about three hundred parchment scrolls of genealogy, all written in Latin and in fifteenth-century script.

    Delicate family circumstances allowed me only a very short time in which to work with this Latin material, and I wasn’t able to decipher the writings. I had no money to make photocopies, and with such limited time, I commented to a friend that I worried for the souls who would have to wait longer for their work to be done.

    She suggested that I get a priesthood blessing. I did, after a period of fasting, and through the blessing felt a surge of spiritual strength. But the monumental task still discouraged me, and I set aside the scrolls for a while.

    Finally, when I only had one week left in which to translate, I fell to my knees in prayer, pleading for help. If it be the Lord’s will, I asked, please permit me to be an instrument in helping to redeem these people.

    From that time on, my understanding of the writings became clearer. I was even able to translate without a dictionary. Each scroll became easier, and I read more and more quickly. I somehow obtained the privacy I needed and, though I worked nights with only a few hours of sleep, I wasn’t tired. I seemed to sense the presence of those I was working for, and that gave me much-needed spiritual support.

    I found that rats had nibbled away at the documents over the centuries, taking away some of the data. However, in nearly every case, I located the missing information elsewhere in the documents. When I had forgotten to write down something, I sensed that I needed to reread the scroll. As I unrolled it, the information I needed fell before my eyes immediately.

    Whenever the translation became difficult, I prayed sincerely for help, and always received it.

    I finished the translation in four days, just before I was to leave. The information I had gleaned went as far back as A.D. 1212. I had seen no angels or visions, but I had experienced a miracle every day—a miracle as natural as the sun rising.

    I will always be grateful to my Father in Heaven for helping me. Now, more than ever, I have a testimony that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has the Spirit of Elijah, which enables us to redeem the dead. I know that through that spirit, “the prisoners shall go free.” (D&C 128:22.)

    • Mariona Washburn is the Primary In-service leader in the Mt. Vernon (Washington) Second Ward.