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!