Reflections of Father: Calvin Hutchings, Part 2

Now another story, I know is going to sound strange. When I was a kid I loved going to the dentist office. I wasn’t a bit afraid, like my friends were, how could I be, my dad made it so much fun.

“Okay Sis, hop up in the chair and we’ll have a look in your mouth and see if you have any cavities.” Dad would say. Then he would poke around my teeth with his pointed explorer.

“Yep, I think you have a couple of cavities hiding in there, have you been brushing your teeth?” He’d ask with a questioning look. He knew I had been, although he was never a stickler about it.

“Well what would you like to have today, Snow White or Cinderella fillings?” He would ask smiling at me. That meant silver or gold. Then he would blast me in the face with his air gun and I would laugh. I didn’t even mind the drilling; it was all part of the event.

Dad taught us to appreciate hard work. As a youth he participated in all the rigors of farm life. On the weekends and before and after school, Calvin was responsible for milking the cows and doing other chores. He never had time to participate in school sports, although he would have liked to. During the summer he worked in the fields with his brothers and helped with harvesting in the fall. Farm life was difficult during those years. Dad and four of his brothers went to college and obtained graduate degrees so they could have a better life for their children. Only one of the six boys eventually moved back to the farm. Dad wanted us to have some sense of what farm life had been like for him, so in the summer we went to the family garden on the farm to weed beans, corn and tomatoes. We, of course, complained a lot. When we were older Dad showed us how to clean his dental office. Each Saturday the family would sweep, scrub and mop the tile floors together at his work place.

My father had the “common touch,” meaning he related well to almost everyone he met. Dad was a people person, although I don’t know that he would agree. He could size up people pretty quickly and know the right thing to say to help and encourage. He had a special ability to reach out and touch the hearts of the youth and served for many years in the scouting and young men’s programs of the church. He was always easy to talk to. You could tell by his comments that he was really listening. I can see him putting an arm on many a youthful shoulder and speaking to them eye to eye, during the course of an activity.

Calvin and his kids: (top left) Kenny, Calvin, Karen, and Clark at Torrey Pines, California about 1952; (top right) Julie and Calvin at the Daddy/Daughter date 1976; (bottom left) Jeff, Joe, Calvin, and Jenny on bikes about 1963; (bottom right) Joe and Calvin at the MTC about 1976

At one time he was the merit badge councilor for bicycling. He would plan marvelous excursions around the valley. He was also a councilor for archery. The young men would congregate at our house. Dad had set up an archery range in the gravel play yard where our swing set stood. Here they would practice, joke around, tease and eat hotdogs. The last event of the archery course was an evening rabbit-hunt. This was the highlight they had all looked forward to. Dad seemed to have a way of encouraging these young people in the course of rubbing shoulders and they knew he cared about them.

A couple of the guys really got into the sport and would come over to Dad’s workshop where they learned the art of crafting arrows. His hide-away was in the basement under the front porch. It was a tiny place with barely room enough for two or three people. It was always cooler in his tiny shop and smelled somewhat musty. I liked to watch Dad when he was working on a project. He would kid and joke around with us as he worked. In his arrow shop, I remember the smell of paint, and hot glue, but mostly I remember the awful aroma of burnt feathers as Dad fletched the arrows. Dad’s homemade arrows were something to behold and every bit as nice as the store bought variety, if not better.

Dad liked creating things with his hands. From life size Tiki-gods that adorned the yard, to toys and Christmas decorations. Just give him a pattern or picture and he could reproduce it. One summer he made our children, a sit on digging shovel contraption, with handles and pulleys to play with in the sandbox. Of course, Dad had five other children with families, so whatever he made he massed produced. Dad loved doing things for his children and with them. When I turned fifty, I told him I wanted a decorative birdhouse to hang in the yard, so we went out to the workshop and built one. I teased him that I had to wait until I was fifty before I could get my dad to build a birdhouse with me.

Dad was a kid at heart and wanted our growing-up years to be as filled with as much fun as his were. When I was in fifth grade, he built us a swimming pool in our backyard. It was the center of many family parties and fun filled events. I remember the day it was completed, Dad poured a cement sidewalk, and in that wet cement, he had us place our hand prints, and baby Joseph’s footprints. Then I watched him as he wrote the date with a stick: 1957.

That same year he heard about a wonderful new theme park in California called Disney Land. He sat us down and told us all about the different rides and activities. He was so animated and excited. The more he talked about it the more he wanted to go. When the decision was made, he began giving us a weekly allowance for the jobs we did around the house and we started to save up money for our tickets. I remember the day we arrived at Disneyland, Dad was just as excited as we kids. He was eager for us to enjoy the magic of this special place where the imagination could soar to new heights. During each ride he watched our expressions and wanted to know how we liked it. I remember going on the “Jungle ride.” Dad warned us to watch out for the wild animals or we might be their dinner. From then on it was his favorite spot in California.

Dad loved to see the country and gave us the advantage of travel. California was always a favorite destination, I remember several sweltering trips over the unbearable Nevada desert taken during the day. There were no air-conditioned cars back in those days. We tried everything we could to cool off. We sucked on ice cubes, my mother would chew them, to this day I can’t stand the sound of someone biting into an ice cube, ooh! We also wet our face, neck and arms with water, then let the air blowing through the window cool us off. It was refreshing, if only for a few moments. Eventually we opted to travel back and forth during the cool of the evening. I recall traveling that vast expanse in the middle of the night, sitting up front with my mother, to help her stay awake. It was such a struggle to keep my eyes open. Every part of my body longed for sleep, my mind kept trying to shut down. My legs were jittery and ached to stretch, but there was no room to even move. I thought I would go crazy before we stopped.

Most summers we visited different places, Oregon, Washington, Canada, New York, Washington D.C., all of the western states and many in the mid-west. Dad and mom enjoyed showing us the natural wonders in the world around us. I’m sure that is where I gained my appreciation for the beauties of the earth. Dad had a keen interest in history. We traveled to several church and national historic spots.

When campers first came out, we were one of the first to own one. Dad took us camping in the great national parks of Utah and other states. I remember one trip, camping in the beautiful, high meadows at Beaver, Utah. It was night, and Dad turned on his big flashlight, the beam reached out across the huge meadow into the surrounding trees, everywhere bright eyes began to appear as the deer moved into the meadow to feed in the safety of dark. We were enchanted.

On one occasion we traveled to San Francisco. I remember the people on the streets just staring at us. I think it was the first time they had ever seen a camper. I was riding in the top looking out the front window. I remember how scared I was as we came down those steep hills. I’m sure I had to hide my eyes.

My dad was a great lover of the out doors. He took us fishing several times, although I never saw him fish. He spent hours setting up our poles up with hooks, sinkers and bobbers, fixing our tangled messes when we crossed lines with one another, which happened often, and repairing the fishing reels that always seemed to be gummed up inside. At the time I didn’t realize he didn’t like fishing, I only found that out years later. By the time I was in high school, Dad had purchased an 18-foot motor boat. He thought it would be great to have for fishing and then we could also learn to water ski.

When he was younger he and his friend went deer hunting each season, which brings up a rather sad memory. I was six years old, at the time, my dad had taken off to go deer hunting for two or three days and left my Mom with five children under the age of six to care for. The youngest were twins only six months old. By the time he got home she was hopping mad and she let him have it. It is one of my worst memories, Mom and Dad fighting. Dad was so angry he snapped his thick leather belt in half. I was so surprised, I was afraid too, because he said he was leaving. Clark and I were both crying. Soon my Uncle Stan and Aunt Velma came over. I remember uncle Stan talking to Dad a long time in the bathroom with the door shut.   After they left Dad and Mom seemed to be somewhat better. It is amazing the impression that can be made on very young children in a traumatic situation.

When I began high school and those dating years, Dad was always there to guide me. We did a lot of talking back then. I remember his calmness, and his genuine concern. The spirit he so richly possessed reached out and pulled me to a higher level of understanding. Over the years he became my friend and confidant. He was a person after my own heart. The same things that were vital in his life became important in my own. We understood one another at a new level. I knew from the way he conducted his life that the gospel and the church were everything to him. I remember hearing his warm, earnest testimony on many occasions and it sank into my heart. Whenever we traveled to Salt Lake City and passed the temple, Dad would ask:

“Are you going to be married in the temple, Sis?”

I would answer, “Of course, Dad.”

Reflections of Father: Calvin Hutchings

“Let’s go see Mr. Whiskers,” Dad said. My brother Clark and I followed him outside to the back of our white house. There in a rabbit hutch was our large white bunny, Mr. Whiskers.

Dad, Calvin Hutchings, had grown up on a farm in South Jordan, Utah. His parents were Joseph Nephi and Elizabeth Annie Bird Hutchings. Cal was born 12 September 1923, the youngest of six boys, and two twin sisters who passed away soon after birth. Being a farm boy, Dad loved animals and had wonderful stories about his furry and feathered farm friends. Dad had a way of mesmerizing us kids with his tall tales. Let me tell you, he was a master story teller! I recall many nights sitting at the table after dinner begging Dad to tell us a story. They were usually about the made-up characters he had fabricated out of his little boy imagination. We would push the plates out of our way, and then get comfortable, putting our elbows on the table to rest our head in our hands. We were a captive audience for Dad. His stories seemed to revolve around the animals he had encountered growing up on the farm. One of our favorites involved the adventures of a tiny character named “Honey Bee.” Our imaginations would soar as the sound of Dad’s voice carried us into another world.

“Do you want to hear about the time, Honey Bee traveled to Egypt and visited the pyramids traveling in the ear of a camel?”

And then there were the adventures of “Snowflake the Wild Stallion.” His stories often included vivid accounts of his own boyhood adventures. He liked to imagine himself as Robin Hood with his homemade bow and arrows. His best friend was the boy next door, Dez Shields. The two of them would concoct some interesting schemes. One time these two archers decided they would send messages back and forth to one another’s yard via arrows. This went on until Dez shot an arrow that narrowly missed Nephi, Cal’s father. He immediately put an end to such shenanigans. Cal also liked to pretend he was Tarzan as he swung from ropes tied in the trees over the canal and jumped into the murky water below.

I don’t recall all of the stories, but I do remember the sound of my father’s voice as it rose and fell with excitement or sadness as the story developed. I remember his demeanor, his animated facial expressions, how he raised eyebrows and widened his eyes during the suspenseful parts. He pulled us in and made it seem so real, as if it were actually transpiring. Once he brought home the Call of the Wild and read it to us each night after dinner. I felt like I was really there. In his own way he taught us to love literature.

I remember very clearly when Dad arrived home at night. There was a distinct medicinal smell from the dentist office that wafted through the house. I grew to love that aroma because it was tied to my dad. When we were very little, Dad let us “climb the mountain,” as he called it. Facing Dad and holding his hands, we would climb up his legs and when we could go no higher, he would swing us back down. I was disappointed when I grew too big to do it any longer.

Kenny, Calvin, Karen, and Clark at Torrey Pines, California in 1952

I recall our days in San Diego when Dad was finishing up his Naval tour.  We made regular trips to the beach. It was one of our favorite spots to play. Dad would take Clark and I by the hand, and lead us out into the small breakers, as the waves became higher, he would lift us up by our arms over the water.  Playing on the beach, I recall the squishy feel of sand beneath my feet as I stood in the water. Little ripples swirled in and out around me, the sand washing out from under my toes and heels causing me to sink deeper into the wet stuff. The bright sun glared off the water and caused me to squint my eyes. The only part of the beach I dreaded was the rub down Mom gave us with the towel. It scratched and hurt so because of the sand and salt on our bodies. Regardless, it was great fun. Some days we would pack a lunch and head to Balboa Park and the San Diego Zoo. This was another favorite spot. It was a large beautiful park with a number of museums on the grounds. The zoo was such a large place that we often rode the touring bus around. I recall the driver always stopped to throw bread to the bears. Dad especially loved watching these furry critters with their amazingly long tongues. He told us they used their tongues to get inside a beehive and lick out all the sweet honey. Then he would tell us to stick out our tongues to see if they were any where near as long as those bears. My dad was always a fun-loving, character. He liked to kid around and tease us. He could tell you a fictional incident so soberly that you weren’t sure if it were true or if he were only “pulling your leg.” I was so gullible that I always believed him. He got quite a kick out of his own antics. I can hear my mother now,

“Oh Cal, why do you do that?” she would say shaking her head. He would only smile at us and raise his eyebrows. Sometimes he would come up behind her in a playful way and try to hug or kiss her, but Mom would seldom let him get away with it.

A glimpse of his fun-loving personality is shown in a short note he wrote to us just before Christmas one year, it begins —

“Dear Weber Family,

Ho, Ho, Ho, Santa here,

Newsflash – Unable to make trip to Merino, Colorado this season.

Team trouble – Donder has a tech of arthritis in his antlers and Blitsen says he’s too old “to mount up” and fly over the Rockies. Dain govt won’t give me enough gas for my old “gas guzzling plane” — So to be sure you hear from the Utah bunch – uncle Samy promised he would deliver early — Mom and Dad,

Thank you Love Santa”

That was my dad, always a character.


Adam’s Missionary Letters #28

November 11-12, 1999


Well I decided to write again, I can’t believe I let this slide, I I know how important it is, especially now; this is such a crucial time in my mission. The decisions and choices as to what kind of missionary I will be are made now. I am glad I have a trainer that feels the same way Ii do about the mission. Believe me we don’t waste a minute. Often we run between appointments and skip meals also. We are blessed though.

Today we had charlas with Graciela. She needs to stop smoking for one more week before she can be baptized –Don’t think she’s not going to make it, she has a great testimony. If we could get her husband, Pedro, in the charlas, they could support each other – we’ll keep praying.

With Leontina and Teresa (two old sisters)(very very funny), we shared a scripture 2 Nephi 25:26, next visit we will give the 2nd charla.

Here with the Mission President. We space all the six charlas with charlas in between that are premade on index cards (charlas of progression) to develop testimonies and lower menos activo rate. The amount of charlas to new members is amazing.

Got to go, 10:30 —- Ciao



Well this morning was a little disappointing, three contacts fell through; one was not interested and two were busy, they usually are when we come by. But everyone will get the chance to listen to this message if not here somewhere else.

Then we knocked doors; that was pretty fun. We always catch people off guard. After lunch we had divisions. I went with Elder Smith from another area. I like divisions because I always learn something that I need to do, and what I should not do. Through divisions we can learn all different aspects of teaching, assimilate them and mold our own.

One of my goals is to be 1. more simple and direct in my teaching; don’t worry about time so much, as much as they understand the principle. Also I can take time and speak more slowly so to organize and translate my thoughts into more coherent sentences. A great way to do this, to practice explaining and teaching, is with children. I can also make lots of examples for teaching with them also.

  1. I also need to be more a part of the B.R.T. (Build relationships of trust). Have no fear just speak, let them correct you. I’ve found when you do this they see how hard you are trying and they love you. Also it puts you on an equal plane. They can help you speak Spanish just as I can help them understand the gospel.

Well I will practice.

Nos Vemos

Adam’s Missionary Letters #27


Mom & Dad & Family,

What’s up? Sorry I don’t have as much journal entries I am repenting I will do better.

I have so much to write about each day just not enough time to do it when I return. We have some awesome families and contacts its exciting. Getting accustomed to the mission life was really difficult. A little more so since my trainer is Latin, but it humbled me and required me to pray a lot.

I am doing great! This city is crazy like I said it’s a lot like an Italian city, probably in to many respects. First the members always have missionaries over for lunch and afterwards they want to talk. But this is a waste of time. Second they can get offended and leave the church real easy. Third so many people here are Italian – meaning Catholic. It is difficult to get in the door – meaning we don’t baptize all day every week like some other parts of S. America, especially in the city of Montevideo. It is really tough. Don’t get me wrong though, the Catholic Church was a wonderful tool for preparing many to hear the gospel; all just aren’t ready yet. Fourth – the women here wear hardly anything during the summer – everybody wants attention.

My Mission President is awesome. He’s fun and he wants us to have fun. He places missionaries in almost all the cities in Uruguay (Uruguay/East Mission), so they can get a taste of the country. He lets all the missionaries attend one soccer game during their mission, and when Star Ward, & The Prince of Egypt came out, he let them go see it. He always encourages (us) to have fun.

Before I left he told me to “jump in and enjoy it”. That’s what you have to do, Fortunately I have no other choice but to speak only Spanish, so the language is coming quickly. My companion is patient and loving, he is sensitive to other’s feelings and always doing things for me. I have already started dreaming in Spanish, it’s weird!

Next subject is …. Oh yeah the exchange rate and monthly pension. Stuff is not too expensive down here; but we only receive about $120 a month, which hardly ever stretches I am told, and experiencing, because we have to pay the bills for our apartments. We do receive reimbursements but only the next month. Lucky I was able to save a little money in the MTC, thanks to my monthly allowance or this week me and my comp would not have food.

We get one meal a day from members, usually lunch, for dinner and breakfast we usually don’t eat much to save our money. Don’t worry though, the Lord provides. I have not had an emergency large enough yet to substantiate use of the card which is good. I am told the city is most expensive and in the surrounding cities it is less.

P.S. I have a little surprise for you in about a month.

Today was a great day! This is about the only English I have anything to do with now. I speak Spanish all day because my companion does not speak English hardly, but he is so awesome, I have never met anyone as loving and understanding. He is a wonderful teacher. I learn so much from him. I can’t believe how happy I am also. This is such a great opportunity to share my closest feelings and thoughts with everyone and tell them that I know God has a plan for all of us and that He loves each and every one of us.

This morning it rained so hard, we went out and got soaked. I want to show the Lord how much I want it and why I am out here. At our first charla, we talked to Graciela, a lady that has a problem with smoking and her children. We shared a talk out of the Liahona. I am told she has come a long way, she’s committed to baptism. Then we visited Rosa who is less-active. We committed her to come to church, she was awesome. Then we visited the family Fernandez, we gave them the 4th discussion for new members. If you have noticed we have a large portion of our work in retention. We get less baptisms, but we make sure we baptize strong members. Our retention is climbing hopefully when the temple is built, actually I know our retention will skyrocket. The temple brings a power of its own.

Well we did a lot more but it’s late. Today was so awesome!

Nos Vemos





Adam’s Missionary Letters #26


Well, I am back from the first of my last 2 years in Uruguay. It was awesome. We taught the 3rd discussion for new members to a Hermana named Patricia. She is only 16, but has such a strong testimony and talks really fast.

My trainer is awesome, he has so much love; I am learning so much. Our apartment is pretty nice. Its looking better and better as I see others homes.

The other family we went and saw were Nilson & Adriana. They have three girls. I had the opportunity to bear my testimony and teach a little. They already received the first charla, the proclamation to the world and we did a discussion called verification of baptism and all of the scriptures in 3rd Nephi 2. They committed to baptism. It was awesome on the first day out I have already got a taste of the fruits of the mission field.

Unlike the MTC, when I share my testimony the people listen and concentrate on me. (I hope it’s because of the spirit not because they don’t understand.) Well I’m so tired.

Nos Vemos

Adam’s Missionary Letters #25


Sorry it’s been so long, I have been so busy studying Española among other things. A most extremely serious incident has occurred in our district. Two Elders who I have been praying about a lot broke some serious rules. As a matter of fact I fasted for one of these Elders last Fast Sunday. They both have girlfriends and distractions, thus they hav had obedience problems. They have some troubles getting up on time and to classes on time. Saturday night they snuck out of the MTC and went to the BYU football game among other things. They didn’t return until after 6:00 A.M. Sunday morning.

When they came back their roommates told me. I told the Branch President. This was tough, but I knew how much responsibility I had. Sunday I did not feel very good. I felt as if I had not done my job well enough, maybe this is true. I now realize how much a responsibility I have to them.

The MTC President came the spoke to our district and reiterated our responsibilities to each other. I found out that they had done this more than once but for only little things, pizza and then they went out all night. About three Elders in the district knew, but did not say anything. They however aren’t in any trouble.

I have tried as hard as I could to be a good example and to show love, maybe to inspire them to be better missionaries. Leadership is the most difficult skill to attain and to use. Right now we don’t know fore sure about their future as of yet. They were informed the MTC President had met with the brethren and one of the twelve was praying about them.

Satan is real! He works through exactly the same ways he always has. He starts little at first with flaxen cords until he has you chained down and submitted to his will. What I learned from this experience is a vast array of subjects from obedience to responsibility to dedication. The safest assumption for me to make for myself is that this can happen to anyone and we as missionaries need to be leaders with an eye single to the glory of God, not followers.

Well I just got back from the Tuesday night devotional. I had the chance tonight to talk with an Apostle!!!! It was incredible. I know that Elder Scott is an Apostle of God. He was asking doctrinal questions and a microphone was going around. I had the opportunity to answer that faith can grow through patience and works into a perfect knowledge. He responded to my answer and shared some more with me about faith.

The Church is true, I love the gospel, I feel so charged to share my testimony with the world. The best way to describe it is Alma 29:1-2 (My new favorite scripture) Well its been a along day, I will rest my worries with my Father in Heaven tonight and wake up charged with answers and strength for the following day.

Buenos Noches

Adam’s Missionary Letters #24


Another day gone at the MTC, I am excited and sad to leave. This place really feels like home. I don’t know any better way to explain the MTC than the movie, Ground Hog Day. Every day feels the same, we get the opportunity to do everything a little better and we grow each day. I have lost sense of time, it even feels like I am stuck in a holding pattern. It’s hard for me to remember before the MTC, because the mission has become the definition of me. It’s hard to explain. I’m almost done with memorizing the 6th and last principle in the 1st Discussion. Someone can quiz me at the airport and listen to my testimony in Spanish. I’m also done reading the Book of Mormon. Anyways I got to go.

This is what I need: pictures from my farewell, shoetrees, anything else you think I might need. Yes, I got the shirts and the goodies they were awesome! The whole district loved them!

Love Elder Weber

P.S. I should not have bought any ties before I came, Nordstrom’s donated tons of ties to the MTC. They’re nicer than any that I bought.



Adam’s Missionary Letters #23

October 2-3, 1999


Wow, what a great day! Sorry we missed abit. Just because its been missed doesn’t mean those days weren’t awesome. Today we went to conference. I have never looked forward more to conference than I did this week. I loved the talks, believe me I got about 10 pages of notes and my comp recorded it so we wouldn’t miss anything.

I finished reading the Book of Mormon. I have never done such an in depth study. Elder Boyd K Packer is right; there is definitely a power that begins to flow within you when you begin an in depth study of the Book of Mormon.

I know its true. The prophets in this book are my friends and heroes. I think about them all the time. Right now I am taking to heart the teachings of Aaron the missionary where he says, he and his brethren did take unto prayer and fasting that the Lord would impart His spirit unto them.

I have been praying about all of the district this week and one missionary is always brought to my mind. So I am continuing to pray for direction and I am fasting for him also. I can’t explain the love and concern I have for this district.

The Lord has blessed me so much I can’t believe the spirit He has poured out upon me at all times. I feel spoiled. I also feel so full of gratitude for such wonderful parents who raised me so well even though I might not have listened all the time. I can’t wait to go out to the field and testify of the truth which brings my life so much joy. I have some great dreams of the work. I will serve like my Book of Mormon heroes.

Buenos Noches



Well the session is over, conference was awesome! I forgot to mention last night I gave one of my comps a blessing. It was such an awesome opportunity. Tonight we also had a fireside. The couple that talked are friends with a cardinal in the Catholic Church. He ranks about third highest.

He told his story about how he explained the Church to him. Unfortunately, the cardinal came to the conclusion that we are not Christians, because we believe in continuing revelation. Not everyone is ready for the gospel yet. But everyone will get the opportunity to hear it and judge for themselves. Well its late I got to go.

Buenos Noches                      Elder Weber

P.S. My plane leaves Salt Lake at 1:08 P.M. 18, Oct, American Airlines; Flight 1798. I will probably be there and waiting at 11:30 A.M.


Adam’s Missionary Letters #22


I just got your letters Mom & Dad. I’m sorry that you haven’t got mine yet. In it I explained that I sent it without an address so it is about a week behind.

I’m so grateful to hear from you that I decided to write you right away. Dad I am little worried for you. If I were there I would give you a blessing. I will remember you in my prayers. I have had some sleepless night here also. But they are only caused by spiritual hunger. I have gained or better realized my testimony of the Church.

Mom I read your scripture, it was awesome. Read D&C 128:22-23. This is an awesome missionary scripture. Missionaries work is all of our responsibility.

Allison, Joseph, Ii meant to send cards for your B-day. Believe me I thought about you. Joseph you 15 wow, one more year to your year of jubilee and 4 more years till you enter the Lord’s army. Like I told you before study your scriptures, write me.

Allison keep up the writing and send me those bookmarks, 12 of them, like the one you gave me. I need them before I go. Good luck in school. I know you are getting A’s. Tell Miss Z. I met the president of FCCLA. He’s going to Russia on his mission.

Joseph be careful in football. Eat a lot, if you are chubby enough you won’t get hurt. Just kidding.

Bonnie I didn’t forget you, how’s school? How’s the spoiled, most loved, youngest child’s life?

Well I’m putting this in the mail right now!

P.S. Yes I got everything Dad! Muchas Gracias!

Love Son, Brother, Elder Weber


Adam’s Missionary Letters #21


Today was without a doubt one of the best yet. We had our Sabbath services and activities as usual. In sacrament I was concentrating and pondering, especially the emblems and the meaning. Then in the talk that followed, about Christ, I had an awesome experience.

I was thinking about my Savior and his sacrifice for me, when all of a sudden into my mind popped a sentence from my patriarchal blessing. It was,

“You knew your elder brother Jesus Christ”.

When I felt that I just began crying and could not stop. This was such a strong witness to me and I know that by serving Him and studying His teachings my relationship with Him is being brought back to my remembrance.

I’ve dedicated myself more fully to His call to serve. I love to pray. I have some ugly calluses on my knees from prayer, it’s so awesome.

The scriptures are true! They live within me! I can’t wait to share the message with the world. I know that if I just open my mouth, the Lord can use me for anything.

I love you all so much. I exhort you to do the same just open your mouths. Read D&C 60:2-3. The spirit of the work must be urgency!

Buenos Noches                      Elder Weber