My second son, Lloyd was diagnosed with rheumatic fever and the doctor recommended that we move to a warmer, dryer climate for the winter. In November 1951, our family of four children (Goldie, Lloyd, Steve, and Janice) moved to Mesa, Arizona.
One day, Lloyd came home from kidergarten crying his eyes out. I asked what was wrong, and he said, "I had my dime in my hand, and now it's gone!"
After we went, hand in hand, to retrace where he had walked without finding the dime, Lloyd said, "Mommy, we need to say a prayer," Lloyd got down on his knees and knelt on the ground and said a prayer.
Shortly thereafter, having not walked very far, the dime was found lying on the ground where it had fallen out of his hand.
Lloyd's prayer was answered, and the dime was retrieved. Oh, the faith and innocence of a child!
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Welcome to Legacy Stories. I hope you will join me in finding pleasure in digging into the past and revealing our buried treasures in picture, video, audio and words as my legacy to you.
Mom, I had forgotten that we lived in Mesa, Arizona that winter. That jogs my memory, so I now will need to get busy writing about some of my "third grade" experiences and activities during the winter of 1952. Thanks for bringing up this story in Sunday School. I was not aware of it.