Sunday was a memorable and
unforgettable day. Here's how it played out:
About every three days, I buy a local
newspaper from the Hilton Head, South Carolina area where we are
staying. So, when I picked up the paper, and went to discard the
sports page, which I always do, I saw the large football picture
talking about Ridgeland High School. That name hit me
like a bolt. THAT WAS THE NAME OF THE TOWN WHERE MY PARENTS SERVED A
MISSION and my brother and I had not been able to recall the name of
the city! Since it was in the local newspaper, that meant the town
was nearby. Did it possibly have a ward in the city?
(I love LDS.org, which has helped us on
so many trips find a ward house.)
I looked at LDS.org, and yes, there was
a ward in Ridgland, which was just about a half hour from where we
were staying!
Upon arriving in the chapel, Allen
spoke to one man telling him why we were visiting, and he said, “You
need to talk to my mother.” So, we walked over to a beautiful lady
in bright green and told her who my parents were. She threw her arms
around me, and told me how much she loved my parents.
(We have arranged to meet on Tuesday,
and she will show us where my parents lived, while they served their
mission in Ridgeland, South Carolina).
This was such an amazing thrill for me,
as she told me of her love for my dear wonderful parents.
She knew of dad's horrible headaches,
but said he served so faithfully. He taught gospel classes in his
home, and she would never miss his weekly lessons, they were so
wonderful and inspiring.
After Relief Society, a woman came up
to me and told me how much she loved my parents.
She shared with me a couple of stories
about my parents. She told me that she was a collector of Precious
Moments, and had been looking for a certain statue, but had been
unable to find it even after considerable searching. It was also an
expensive one costing about $34.00 in the 1980s. My mother found one
and gave it to Sister Roach. She said that was such a thoughtful
thing for mom to do, as that represented a lot of money at that time.
She then went on to tell about my
father. She told me about a terrible murder that happened involving
some members in the ward. The murdered man was well-known in the
community, and his funeral was very large. The audience included
many non LDS members. Dad was one of the main speakers. She told me
that she could not remember what he said, (remember, this was about
30 years ago), but she did remember the feeling of that talk. She
rubbed her arms and said, “The talk was so inspirational, it gave
all of us goosebumps. I still remember the feelings. Even the
nonmembers were so inspired by what he had to say that day.”
I will be forever grateful for the
circumstances that brought us to that ward in Ridgeland, South
Carolina and for the blessing of meeting people who knew and loved my
dear dear parents.
Their exemplary lives continue to bless
and inspire me. Thank you, dear Heavenly Father, for the great
blessing to be in their family.
