them and life was good and the young mother cried: "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this*" Then night came and storm and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle and the children said, "Oh Mother we are not afraid, for you are near and no harm can come," and the mother said, "This is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage." And the morning came and there was a hill ahead and the children climbed and grew weary and the mother was weary but at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and you are there." So the children climbed and when they reached the top the*) said, "We could not have done it without you Mother." And the mother when she lay down that night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage—today I have given them strength." And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth—clouds of war and hate and evil and the children groped and stumbled and the Mother said, "Look up, lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory and it guided them and brought them beyond the darkness. And that night the mother said, "This is the best day of all for I have shown my children God." And the days went on and the weeks, and the months and the years and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. And when the way was hard they helped their mother and when the way was rough they lifted her up. At last they came to a hill and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide open. And the Mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that the end is better than the begininng for my children can walk alone, and their children with them." —12— And the children said, "You will always be with us Mother even when you have passed through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone and the gates closed after her. And they said, "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence." FROM OCTOBER DESERET NEWS BELIEVING IN MIRACLES FROM CHURCH NEWS OCTOBER 8, 1955 People are willing to believe in Miracles or some of them. Especially are they willing if they read about them in Army Publications, news weeklies and the like. And some of these miracles are beyond imagination. A great deal of talk has been engaged in lately about the possibility of a trip to the moon. Army and Air Force engineers are speaking of it seriously as something quite within the range of possibility. To do so they expect men would fly at the rate of 18,000 miles per hour. But more surprising than that the experts speak of the aviators leaving their crafts in space, and moving about in said space separately and apart from their planes. Their means of propulsion would be little jet pistols which would not only hold them up but would move them about at will. Incredible as it all seems most readers arc quite willing to admit that such as that could come about and because it could, it will. To the average mind, such a thing is no more impossible to us of this day than flying a jet plane at the speed of sound would have seemed to men and women living in the days of the Civil War. To heat or cool your home merely by the movement of a little disc on a thermostat would have seemed incredible to persons living at the turn of the century, and to have pictures come over the telephone areas for publication to"newspapers or —13—