Thanks Mom; I Miss You
I sat down at the computer today to write, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. I remember the first time that I felt that way was when I was about eight years old. I had been to church and had accepted an assignment to talk in sacrament meeting. It was to be a two-and-a-half-minute talk. I’m sure it was alright at the time I accepted it, and I’m sure that the teacher knew I could talk for two and a half minutes without a problem. I had demonstrated that in class, because I wouldn’t stop talking. Rose Carolyn Higgins Stubbs and her boy Jimmy Stubbs The morning of the talk arrived, and my teacher called my mother about the assignment I had accepted. My mother came into my room and asked me about the talk. I had totally forgotten. It was almost time to go to church and I didn’t have anything prepared. I was still in bed and my mother gave me a whack across my backside. She said, “You are going to give the talk. I don’t care if you just get up and say I’m Jimmy Stubbs, ...