The Willows
April 27, 2018[…] they leaped from their tree and sped laughing up the road. “Run, Mormons, run! Run from the black buggy, ya woman lovers! Run to Arizona!” Amy did not move. “They’re just foolin’, aren’t they, […]
[…] they leaped from their tree and sped laughing up the road. “Run, Mormons, run! Run from the black buggy, ya woman lovers! Run to Arizona!” Amy did not move. “They’re just foolin’, aren’t they, […]
[…] Smith (1762-1828): Surgical Consultant to Joseph Smith.” Brigham Young University Studies 17 (Spring 1977): 319-337. Blacks “ Black Mormons Cling to Church Despite Obstacles.” Jet 54 (May 1978): 28. Bringhurst, Newell G. “An Ambiguous […]
[…] Heated discussions on the necessity, intent and implications of the ERA are now commonplace within the LDS community. One of the most surprising developments was the emergence of an almost unprecedented, highly visible Mormon […]
[…] or to what degree she ever had been; she was, in Franklin Fisher’s apt phrase, a “ black sheep.” We can even grant Dale Morgan’s assertion in Saturday Review that “It is only by […]
[…] of candles on that Passover evening. “Molly!” Father Ashcraft greeted me, swishing up the aisle in his black robes. He was very handsome, with hair as black as mine, and hazel-yellow eyes. He had […]
[…] in his hands. It had a familiar weight and thickness; except that the ones he remembered had black covers and smaller angels. “Charles told me you used to be a Mormon,” she said. “I […]
[…] James Whitehead’s information about the January 1844 blessing of Joseph Smith III is thus in the good- news-bad-news category. Much of his 1892 testimony about the blessing is remarkably consistent with documentary evidence to […]
[…] Pratt’s “Law of Planatary Rotation” and Daniel Kirk wood’s theories which were introduced to the American scientific community in 1849, several years before Pratt announced his. On Kirkwood’s ideas see Ronald Numbers, Creation By […]
[…] era of long-haired hippies. Fair, blue-eyed, and tall, he was totally her opposite in appearance. Her thick black hair hung to her waist, coarse as a horse’s tail. And she still ate a lot […]
[…] his father’s motions exactly. And there, in the firelight, was Miguel’s wife, her skin glowing, her plaited black hair shining in the orange glow, her night-dilated eyes fixed on the flame as she blew […]