Christmas
2013
Dear «Name_2»,
Well here it is Christmas again,
and it seems like I barely finished writing you a letter for 2012. At this
moment, I’m trying to think of some interesting story from my or Grandpa’s
earlier days. But, first, I want to tell you once again that the gospel is
true, and those who follow the path will be richly blessed by our Father In
Heaven. Don’t take my word for it; test it yourself. You must be willing to
really test it with an open mind and open heart. And you must remember always
that your life will not be trouble-free. Troubles are part of our schooling.
Problems teach us how to deal with and solve greater problems – good and bad.
It would be my dearest wish that all my posterity could – and would – come to
that path. There are not two complete and righteous paths – just one.
Now, I have decided on a story from
my youth which I think you will be interested in. All of you (MOST of
you) like horses, or, at least you like to RIDE horses. So, this is a
horse story that really happened:
When
I was about 14 or 15 years old, we lived on a very small farm in what was an
old beat-up farm house. We had an old boar and one horse, pastured together
because we only had one pasture. One night the horse and the boar got in a
fight. I don’t remember what happened to the pig, but I don’t remember seeing
it after we discovered there had been a fight, maybe the horse killed it with
its hooves, or maybe my Dad got rid of him. I don’t remember why we had him in
the first place.
Anyway,
the horse was wounded in several places from the boar’s big ugly tusks. One of
the wounds was located on his left hind leg almost on his hoof, but, it
wouldn’t have been a wound on a hoof. The hooves are bone. This particular
wound had become infected, and was full of crawling, sickening maggots… WORMS
AND HORSES!!
I
felt so sorry for the horse; he was actually a very good horse, but the maggots
were terrible!
So
I asked the vet what could be done for the poor horse, this is what he told me
to do, and I did it twice a day. Morning and afternoon I took a pair of
tweezers and an empty can to the pasture where the horse was. I was a little
scared at first because I didn’t know if the horse would let me near him and
let me pick the maggots out. You should have seen how that horse reacted to my
being there and sticking the tweezers in his wound. He stood as quiet as a lamb
and never even moved his foot until I was through.
I
wish I could remember the horse’s name, but I can’t so he’ll just have to be
“the horse”. Needless to say, he healed in a week or so, and I survived the
ordeal with maggots. And that’s the end of the horse story for this time.
Someday I’ll tell you all the stories about horses. Meanwhile……..
HAVE A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS
AND
REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU
Great-Grandma Bateman
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