The Priesthood Blessing I Didn't Want to Hear

Our Family after Ed retired from the military in 1988,
Bryan being held by his older brother; Ed is
behind us; I am on the right.

Sometimes I wonder if I “Shop Around” for people to give me priesthood blessings, depending on the answer I want to hear. I don’t know if it is conscious, but I know it happened one time 25 years ago. My husband Ed had retired from the military after over 20 years of military service, and more than 32 years of full-time employment. We had five children, with three over 18 years old and on their own; one daughter, 14 years at home, our youngest son Bryan, four years old.

Ed had continued to work after retirement, and although I had worked for a while after he retired, I wasn’t working when I got a very good job offer out of the blue. I had been blessed to be a stay-at-home mother for all of our children’s lives, and I really didn’t want to work. Ed and I talked about it at length and it would be good in many ways because Ed wasn’t earning much and was very unhappy in his job. He joked, “I worked the first 28 years of our marriage; why don’t you work the next 25 years.”

I was torn and conflicted. I think I felt assurance from the Lord that this was something I should do, and I was fighting with all my heart against it because I really preferred to stay home. We fasted and prayed on Sunday, and I knew I needed a priesthood blessing to come to a decision.

I considered asking Ed for a priesthood blessing but I felt I knew what he’d say—he would bless me that I should take the job. Even if he was inspired to say that I was supposed to go back to work, I would never believe that was the Lord’s will because Ed wanted me to work and knew I didn’t want to go to work.

So I thought of a way to get around it! My father lived close by and was a

My Father

faithful priesthood holder who I could ask for a priesthood blessing! Besides which he did not believe in women working outside the home if they had small children, and I had a four-year-old. My father was of an earlier generation that had earlier in his life felt women did not even need an education—only men needed one to provide for the family. (That attitude did not prevent two of his daughters—my sister and I--from gaining bachelor’s degrees and my sister from getting her master’s degree, and another sister to have almost have completed her bachelor’s degree.) If he could bless me to go to work, I would know it was from the Lord. My daughter Diana, Bryan and I went to my father’s home for a blessing after our fast.

Here is my journal entry explaining the experience:

         “He began to give me the blessing, and after a bit said, ‘I feel . . .’ then paused for a long time. When he started again, he blessed me in vague ways that didn't mean much. A little later in the blessing, he said again, ‘I feel . . .’ and paused longer. Finally he said, ‘I feel . . .’ again and blessed me in a way that made it seemed like I should go to work. Diana reminded me afterwards that he never once said, ‘go to work’ but we all felt so strongly that that's what he meant. That's when I really began to cry and shake my head because I knew then what I was supposed to do—take that job.

        “Dad blessed me with health and strength to overcome the challenges that would come my way. I recall he also blessed my family through me and that they would be blessed if I went to work.

      “There was no doubt that the blessing was a confirmation that I needed to work at this time. After the blessing was over, Dad was shaking and we had all really felt the spirit! Dad said that every time he started to say that he felt that I should stay home, or continue my schooling, it was like a stupor came over him and he couldn't continue! He had to stop until he said the other--‘that for now I'd have to face the challenges and take advantage of the opportunities that came my way.’”

While Ed was lab manager at the elementary
school, he grew a beard; at Christmas
he dyed it green and red. He allowed
the students who typed the fasted to cut
it off during an assembly.

So I accepted the job, and worked full-time for the next 20 years. I enjoyed several job, including being on the editorial staff of the Liahona for several years, a dream of mine. I didn’t quite make it to the 25 years working Ed had suggested—I reached 65 years of age before then.

When I accepted the job, Ed quit working and became Bryan’s primary care-taker; when Bryan was in Kindergarten, Ed volunteered to be a volunteer when Bryan’s class went to the computer lab. Later that year the computer teacher quit and the school asked Ed to take her place He worked for 15 hours a week as computer teacher in Bryan’s Elementary School while Bryan went to school there. 

After all the time Ed missed being away from the older kids while they were growing up because he was away on assignments or flying (he was a pilot) or working long, demanding hours, he was able to be Bryan’s primary care-taker and work in Bryan’s school with him. 

My father’s priesthood blessing really came true!!!!! My working in this case was a blessing and an opportunity for our whole family.

Junior High-aged Bryan and Ed, buddies forever.

Computers are Miraculous!

I love computers! I think they are the most outstanding invention of our century. But then I am an

Howdy Doody 

early adopter of technology! My father had one of the earlier televisions in the Wasatch Front, back in 1950 when there was only one station---KSL channel 5. I remember watching Howdy Dowdy on it when I was only six years old. Maybe that was why I love technology!

My Trusty Apple II-E

I worked with the first “computer” in 1982 when I took a basic programming class from Enterprise State Jr. College. It was very basic, but I remember making stick people who waved as well as mathematical computations and other things. It was not made for personal computers, mind you, but for main-frame computers, which were the only thing available at the time.

In 1984 we moved to Vicenza, Italy and it was there we purchased the first “personal computer”—an Apple II-E. I loved it even though it didn’t have a hard drive, but had to boot up with large 5 ½ inch floppies, and then run from other floppies. I used it mainly for word processing and kept my journal on it and many other writings, including letters from 1985 on. All my letters to my oldest son, Marlowe while he was on his mission to the Rome, Italy Mission were written on it. And my journal entries from 1985 to 1990.

Computers can also do things you are too cowardly to do. It was on that Apple II-E, I wrote to my father telling him I was pregnant with my fifth child, when I was in my 40s. I called my sisters and my Aunt Ruth (my mother’s sister) to tell them about my newest addition to my family, but I didn’t dare tell my Dad. Why?

My Father who I notified by computer about
about my late-life baby and My Deceased Mother
whose example I followed

My Dad had always thought it was because Mother had her seventh child, my youngest sister Ann, after having breast cancer, which weakened her so she had her second bout of breast cancer when Ann was a baby. Mother died of metastatic cancer when she was 48. I had had breast cancer six years before I became pregnant with my “40s baby,” and I could imagine Dad yelling at me at telling me I was killing myself having a baby at my age if I called him; so I copped out and sent him a letter written on my trusty Apple II-E and he had time to adjust before he wrote me back. And I am still alive to tell the story.

My children used it for games. I recall that my oldest, Marlowe, bought a computer game based on the book, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. However, he’d left his book in storage in Alabama, so when he played the game, he couldn’t remember the answers. So Marlowe did the logical thing--he hacked into the program and discovered the answers, popped back out and put the answer in. (I think that’s called using a “cheat sheet” long before there were “cheat sheets.”)

We brought back the Apple II-E we moved back to the Chicago in 1987 and used it even when we lived in Sacramento, California. But when we moved to Centerville, Utah in 1990, and the Personal Computer was becoming ubiquitous, the Apple II-E wasn’t good enough, I had to have a PC. Luckily I had a step-brother who helped me convert all my Apple files into Windows files so I didn’t lose any of my precious files.

It was then I started using WordPerfect for word processing when I started working soon after we moved here. I loved WordPerfect, and I subscribed to a magazine that helped me learn all the tips and tricks of WordPerfect and later Word--or word processing, another love.

In 1993, I started working for the editorial offices of the Liahona magazine. It was an international magazine published in 40+ languages and I worked as liaison between the editorial and production/design departments. All of the people in our office used MacIntosh (Apple) computers, but I also communicated and converted files from all the translation offices throughout the world and they all used PCs; so I was using both PCs and MacIntoshes!!! I loved them both.

Liahona Magazine where I worked
with both PCs and MACs

I was always trying to learn new technology and I even learned Databases; I created a program to track all correspondence that came into the office, through all the processes, until it was rejected, answered or purchased for publication. Those purchased would then be tracked through the publication process. If anyone had any problems with their computer, I loved to solve their problems.

In 2000, My husband was working for the Davis School District as a School Technology Specialist (teaching teachers how to use technology) when a new opening came for another STS. He and my middle-school son Bryan convinced me I wanted to work for the school district so I’d have the same working schedule (including school vacation) as they did. I applied and got the job.

Working as an STS was fascinating because it was two jobs in one—I was a computer trouble-shooter; if a computer had problems, I had to fix it. Often I was intrigued by the puzzle and loved to figure out what was going on and why. Then I figured out how to solve it. I was much more comfortable with software problems than hardware problems. My husband loved to get into the computer hardware and dissect it. I was trained to do that, but it intimidated me. I much preferred de-coding the software to find the problem.

The second part of my job (and the most important) was teaching the teachers how to use the many types of technology that is now available for them to use!
 

I loved learning how to use everything that was available from projectors in each classroom, to interactive computer games to teach children, and everything in between. I loved learning all the software as well as tablets, phones, laptops, podcasts, electronic storytelling, Photoshop Elements, etc. I could go on forever. All of these items just made teaching fun!!!!!

I have always loved using computers for writing; it simplifies and makes writing faster and easier. Whenever I think of writing with my crippled arthritic hands, I bless my computer. Whenever I remember the ubiquitous, “wonderful” (then) but obsolete typewriters, I want to kiss my computer and my laptop. You can erase and redo and rewrite at the speed of light with computers.

But my favorite thing to do with a computer is something I’ve been

The page in the parish record showing my great-great-great
grandmother's christening in Denmark

doing for over sixty years—genealogy research and family history. To be able to research original parish records in Danish on the internet with a computer is like flying to that country in a second. To look through the original ancient parish records is to see your ancestors’ lives come alive in front of you. No microfilm, or microfiche to tediously scroll through hoping not to get dizzy; because with the computer, the records are indexed.

The same grandmother's grave and headstone in
St. Joseph's Cemetery, Logandale, Clark
County, Nevada in the Great Muddy

You want to know about your great-great-great grandmother Ingeborg Christina Jespersdatter born in Vester-Marie, on the Island of Bornholm, Denmark in 1802, you put her name in the search box, and within minutes you are looking at the record of her birth, baptism, confirmation, vaccination, engagement and marriage in the parish record. It shows when her first husband died and she married again, was baptized into the Mormon Church and immigrated to Utah and died in Nevada. It is truly like going back in time and meeting your ancestors.

My dad used a computer until he died—even if it was just playing Solitaire. I guess I will be playing with technology (but NOT solitaire) until I am too old to use my hands—but by then it will be voice-activated software like “Dragon” software that decodes your voice and translates it into type. But technology makes life fun. At least it will keep my mind active and I can keep up with my grandchildren, and my great-grandchildren.