Primary general president reflects on her mother

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  • Karen S. Lambert Midway, UT
    May 10, 2012 9:41 a.m.

    Thanks for the memories, Rosemary. I think I ate at that kitchen table almost as much as I did at my own home. Oh, and the salty smell of pickles in the fall and the beautiful jars all lined up. And the sweet chocolatey smell of brownies early in the mornings before Pep Club or school. Yum! Just a few of the many, many memories of the wonderful feelings of the Mix home. What a blessing it was (and still is) for me to have been a part of that. Love to you all!

  • nmjim SANDIA PARK, NM
    May 10, 2012 8:06 a.m.

    Rosemary, I was branch president in Artesia NM when your folks served there as wonderful missionaries. What a joy it was to work with them and later visit their home more than once during visits to SLC after their mission. Your Dad was getting very creaky but we had not heard of the cancer last time we visited there. We too have eaten at your Mom's table and consider ourselves blessed and watch your activity with keen interest. There was always a lot of "Rosemary" in your mother's conversations. Thrilled to hear she is still living.
    With much love, the Devenports

  • LivinLarge Bountiful, UT
    May 10, 2012 5:56 a.m.

    One of God's greatest gifts are Mothers...

  • Instereo Eureka, UT
    May 9, 2012 4:14 p.m.

    My mothers kitchen table was and still is very much like the Mix family table except that my mother also worked to help my father with the expenses of raising 8 children. Sometimes it was teaching school, other times it was proofreading the local newspaper before it went to print, or even delivering a different newspaper and now at 76 years old, it's teaching Math at a community college. So by her example and by my fathers example of hard work, we learned lessons of spirituality mixed with reality. I'm thankful to both my parents for their examples and for the home and love they provided my siblings and me. We all have different roads we travel on, it's important to know where the road ends up and not worry so much about which road it is we are on.

  • BigRich Orem, UT
    May 9, 2012 1:44 p.m.

    As a guest, I knelt on that same kitchen floor with the Mix family. What I will never forget is the grandmother struggling to get down on her knees for the blessing on the food. Brother Mix asked her if she wouldn't rather sit and she replied, "It is a privilege to kneel before my Lord and Savior." As new convert, that set an indelible impression on my mind that still resonates more than 40 years later. There are times when a simple table becomes an alter and I felt I knelt at one at that time.