30. The first extraction mission in St. George, and my mother!
( by Pal --Tonight, I'm going to write about some things that are very special and sacred to me. So you may read them if you will think of them in the same way. My mother was an elementary teacher 40 years, and very influential in many student's lives.) The first part of today's story is a dream my mother, Ruth had. She was a very spiritual woman, and had several very significant dreams. My father, Pratt, was quite ill for 2 or 3 years before he passed away. Mother had a dream of him. This must have been in late February, or March of 1977. He had passed away on Dec. 14, 1975, ---- and on Dec. 14th in just 5 days I will write more about him. This is how she wrote her memory of it: (The rest of this is in her words. -- pages 277, 278, and 283 in the book about my ancestors.) " It took a long time after Pratt died for me to remember him any way besides the way he was the last 2 or 3 years -- miserable and forlorn. I just couldn't quite remember