By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 22, 2018 From the Relief Society Magazine, July 1964 – Don’t Leave Me Helen B. Gibbons Lucretia filled a steaming bowl with cornmeal mush for Jim, taking care not to spill on her bright rag carpet. The new cabin had a sweet smell about it, a neatness and warmth, but there was no pleasure in the pretty room for her this morning. She went and stood unseeingly at the tiny window. ”Aren’t you going t...
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