[…] Aptheker 1990, 32 The personal essay, unlike personal journals, letters, and oral histories, is not an artless form. It transforms the raw material of personal experience in the double crucible of carefully chosen language […]
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Dialogue 23.2 (1990): 61–83 Launius shares how the Reorganized Church has changed their stance on baptisms for the dead.
I suppose by this time the reader has either forgotten the circumstances in which he took leave of myself, or else is somewhat weary with the winding of the narrative and impatient for it […]
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[…] Later on, Joseph laid his hands on Elijah’s head—not in the field, because that was no place for kneeling, but in the simple frame house Joseph had put up as his temporary place. Elijah’s […]
[…] bishops, my Aunt Louisa (not her real name) was once on the General Board with Belle Spaf ford, and all my great-great-grandparents were converted to the church when Wilford Woodruff swept the British Isles […]
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[…] when he designed it all. It was still a fantasy palace, this place that everyone in Box ford knew as the Gilded Door Theater. So imagine the surprise of Boxford’s best piano teacher, Ada […]