Saturday was chore day at our house and NOTHING interfered with that. But, Mom would find conference on the radio and just like on Sunday with the TV, she turned it on and up on every radio in the house. Unlike the TV we had a radio in almost every room back then. (Did I just say "back then".... YIKES) So, it didn't matter what my chores were, I heard conference.
I took listening to general authorities with me when I went away to
school, and when I went on my mission. Back then we had to order talks
on tape, and they were not readily available. So we listened and
re-listened to the ones we acquired. I still love listening to
conference.
I learned to love the voices of President Kimball (loved him as if he were my very own), President Faust, Elder McConkie (my fave), Elder Maxwell, (my other fave), Elder Hales, and Elder L. Tom Perry. (Elder Perry just did not seem right without the L. Tom in front of it.) Watching him this weekend brought tears to my eyes.
I have never ironed a white shirt or a Sunday skirt in the last 45 years without thinking of listening to conference on a Saturday with the radios blaring General Conference.
Thanks Mom
I learned to love the voices of President Kimball (loved him as if he were my very own), President Faust, Elder McConkie (my fave), Elder Maxwell, (my other fave), Elder Hales, and Elder L. Tom Perry. (Elder Perry just did not seem right without the L. Tom in front of it.) Watching him this weekend brought tears to my eyes.
I have never ironed a white shirt or a Sunday skirt in the last 45 years without thinking of listening to conference on a Saturday with the radios blaring General Conference.
Thanks Mom
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