Submitted by Frances Orton on Wed, 03/21/2012 - 11:32
When Joseph Smith was still a young boy, Mother Smith had a remarkable dream: She saw two majestic trees in a meadow by a stream, one with a gold band of light around the trunk. A gentle breeze blew, and the golden tree bent gracefully and exulted with joy as it was filled with the wind. But the other tree would not bend. As she awoke, she saw that her husband and his brother were the trees, and that Joseph Sr. would be willing to listen and accept the gospel, but his brother would be stubborn.
Submitted by gator on Sun, 03/18/2012 - 23:54
Submitted by gator on Wed, 02/29/2012 - 22:28
Submitted by gator on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 19:00
November, 2011
My Dear Cousins,
I want to express my deep love for each of you and thank all of you for what you are doing in honoring the names of Joseph Smith Sr. and Lucy Mack Smith. The cemetery is a credit to all of the family members that have participated in helping to maintain and beautify the sacred spot where the Prophet Joseph Smith and those dearest to him are buried: Emma, Mother and Father Smith, Hyrum, Samuel, and others of the family. We must never ever lose the sense of appreciation and gratitude for those who have laid the foundation for this great work and have given us so much.
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