Growing up on a small farm in Provo offered some unique experiences for our family.

We raised most of our own food. The orchard provided apples, peaches and cherries. Eggs from the chickens needed to be gathered each day. But it was our fence-jumping milk cow, Sheboygan, that I remember best.

Mother was troubled by the fact that she was not paying tithing on the money she collected by selling raw milk. She set out to rectify this error, but she didn't know in whose name the money should be paid. It was really Dad's cow, but my brothers were the ones who milked her, and Mother was the one who sold the milk and collected the money.

Mother simply decided to submit the money in the name of Sheboygan Stutz, give it to Dad (who was serving as the bishop) and let him decide what to do with it. Unfortunately, on this extremely rare occasion, he did not open the tithing envelope before he handed it to his clerk.

As a result, there is a bona fide, tithe-paying cow somewhere beyond the pearly gates. And knowing that cow, she probably jumped the gate to get there.

Ellen Stutz Landeen lives in West Jordan.