By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 18, 2015 From the Relief Society Magazine, August 1942 – Whither Thou Goest By LaRene King Bleecker Seven-year-old Dolma, in a calico dress, sat on the spring seat of a heavy freight wagon, her knees drawn up under her. “How far away is it where Father is?” she asked dreamily, staring straight ahead at the blue stretch of horizon. “Around five hundred miles, or more,” Hope said, squinting up at...
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