Thursday, August 6, 2009

37n - "The Beginnings of the Indian Student Placement Program of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints - the Helen Rose John Hall Story. (One in a Series of Posts) The Prophet Mormon's Role #7.

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Canyon deChelly, N.M. (U.S.A.) - a Navajo Tribal Area

Manuelito, Navajo Leader - 1880 - Courtesy of Google Search

Mormon Inscribing Sacred Records (Between A.D. 400 and 421) -by Tom Lovell
Mormon 5: 9 And also that a knowledge of these things must come unto the remnant of these people, and also unto the Gentiles, who the Lord hath said should scatter this people, and this people should be counted as naught among them—therefore I write a small abridgment, daring not to give a full account of the things which I have seen, because of the commandment which I have received, and also that ye might not have too great sorrow because of the wickedness of this people.
10 And now behold, this I speak unto their seed, and also to the Gentiles who have care for the house of Israel, that realize and know from whence their blessings come.
11 For I know that such will sorrow for the calamity of the house of Israel; yea, they will sorrow for the destruction of this people; they will sorrow that this people had not repented that they might have been clasped in the arms of Jesus. (emphasis added)


HELEN JOHN, The Beginnings of Indian Student Placement. Written by J. Neil Birch in about 1981 in Sandy, Utah (U.SA.)

Perhaps others than Helen John, Amy Avery, Golden and Thelma Buchanan, and Elder Spencer W. Kimball might have devised an equally effective and inspired system for blessing the lives of American Indians (Lamanites who are descendants of Mormon and his people), but to these individuals fell that lot. Thousands of other devoted Latter-day Saints have also made early and perhaps almost simultaneous contributions of similar thought and effort, and perhaps, in some cases at even a greater personal sacrifice, but that which eventually became the official Indian Student Placement Program of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints begins with Helen John, a member of the Navajo Tribe. 

The Navajo people had great needs. One of their experienced and wise leaders clearly saw those needs and how they could be met. He made this recommendation to his people through something he said to one of his grandsons or granddaughters: 

"My grandchild, the whites have many things which we Navajos need. But we cannot get them. It is as though the whites were in a grassy canyon and there they have wagons, plows, and plenty of food. We Navajos are up on the dry mesa. We can hear them talking but we cannot get to them. My grandchild, education is the ladder. Tell our people to take it." (Manuelito, Navajo Leader -1880 - Shown in painting above) (emphasis added)
This account is based on oral histories I recorded of interviews with Helen John, and with Amy Avery.  Heber and Fay Woolsey also wrote me, telling of their experiences with Helen. Those records have joined the oral histories of Golden and Thelma Buchanan made by William G. Hartley of the LDS Church History Department. I used some of all of those in writing this blog post. Each of those oral histories can be found in the Church Historical Department Archives. It is the story of a beginning.

Window Rock, Arizona (U.S.A.) - The Capitol of the Navajo Nation

Moenavi, Arizona, Where Helen John Grew Up
 Helen, born April 9, 1928, grew up on the Navajo reservation in sparsely populated (by any American standard), Moenavi, Arizona, the third child of Rose Toucha and Willie John's thirteen children. Her great-grandfather had been born about 1855 and had hidden with his people in Canyon de Chelly when the American cavalry under Christopher (Kit) Carson in 1863, came to round up tribal members and convey them to Fort Sumner, New Mexico, about 300 miles from their homes.

Christopher (Kit) Carson
 In an effort to subdue the Navajos, Kit Carson's troops trampled their corn and burned 5,000 peach trees. Locke reports tales that survived three generations of their suffering. One pregnant woman froze to death during their forced departure from their sacred to them homeland. Another son held his own father as he died of gunshot wounds. Some women smothered their babies, rather than have them starve.

When the Indians finally began surrendering at Fort Wingate, about a hundred from one group of about 1,500 died of dysentery from the weevil-infested flour. The rest were herded out and started on the "Long Walk (300 miles)" to Bosque Redondo (Spanish for forested region), in East Central New Mexico. Others had preceded them. Many more would follow.

Those who were ill were shot by the soldiers or abandoned. One survivor reported seeing his uncle, abandoned by the side of the road, with only a small bag of provisions to sustain him when he was too weak to go on. Some of the New Mexican soldiers stole some of the children and sold them as slaves.

Bosque Redondo (is now Fort Sumner, New Mexico (U.S.A.)
General William Tecumseh Sherman

In the four years that they were at Bosque Redondo, grubbing out mesquite with their hands for firewood, outbreaks of smallpox, measles, and other diseases killed, by some accounts, more than half of the approximately 65,000 Navajos and drought and cutworms destroyed their crops. Exhausted from starvation and discouragement, they had to be driven to the fields to do needed farm work at gunpoint.

The Comanches raided the settlements for livestock and slaves, and the soldiers did not protect them until some of the young (Navajo) men, dressed like Comanches, attacked Fort Sumner and killed some soldiers. Helen's great-grandmother, who was in her early teens, escaped from Bosque Redondo alone and made her way back home where a Navajo family that had escaped the Kit Carson led sweep, took her in.

General William Tecumseh Sherman of Civil War fame, visiting Bosque Redondo after the Civil War, responded to the tears and pleas of the starving people that they be allowed to return to their sacred land.
"When we reached Albuquerque, we could see the top of the sacred mountain we called Tsotsil and the old people were overwhelmed with joy. Even the soldiers celebrated our happiness,"
 The above was said by some of the old people.! Helen's great-grandmother was reunited with her family!

Helen remembers hiding as a six-year-old with eight-year-old Bertha when their mother spotted cars on the highway a few miles from their hogan (Navajo Dwelling) because Indian agency officials in the 1930s were physically removing children from their families to send to government schools at various locations in the West.

Helen's uncle Clarence had, at the age of twelve, been taken forcibly by representatives of the U.S. Indian school system from his herd of sheep and sent to the Phoenix (Arizona, U.S.A.) Indian Boarding School. No one told his parents. They did not even see him for five years and then he did not wish to return with them.

That same year, in the summer of 1935, Helen remembers her mother's despair when the Indian agent reduced the number of their sheep to a size that (the government felt) would not deplete the overgrazed range land.

With only a few sheep, the family was reduced to poverty and her parents voluntarily brought Helen to the government boarding school at Tuba City. She stayed there nine months without being allowed to go home or to have visitors. Children caught speaking Navajo were punished. Helen, having a patient teacher whom she was anxious to please, made good progress.

In all, she attended that school five years with one year off when she was nine and had to be in a hospital where she could recover from a heart condition. Then, when she was almost twelve, her parents decided Helen should stay home and learn cooking and weaving while one of the younger children took her place.

Helen, who had grown up in poverty, remembered at the age of sixteen of having gone shopping in Richfield for a week's worth of groceries and paying under $5.00 for them and then being overwhelmed when the customer ahead of her bought almost $40.00 worth of groceries.

She heard the disparaging comments about "squaws" from "white people" in Richfield where her family had come to thin local farmers' sugar beets and deeply sensed the discrimination and poverty of her life. Did God care about them? Had they been abandoned?

When she asked her father for permission to begin attending school again sometime in 1947 when she turned nineteen, Willie John told her gruffly,
"You ought to be happy with your life, Helen. Be proud you are a Navajo. You don't need any more of the Bilagaanas' (White Man's) education. Besides Ruth needs to go to school. It's her turn. I can't have you both away leaving the rest of us to do all the work. Don't talk to me about it again!"
Frustrated and angry, Helen ran across the fields to get away and sought shelter from the hot sun on the porch of a farm house. Amy Avery, the wife of the farmer for whom Helen's family was working at Venice near Richfield, had been in bed suffering from undulant fever. She heard Helen's uncontrollable sobs and, having become concerned, persuaded Helen to tell her the problem.

"Why don't you pray about it?" Amy asked. "I can't," Helen wept. "We lost our God a long time ago." She wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "Well, if you'll come in and kneel down by the couch and pray for me to get better," offered Amy, "I'll pray for you to get to go to school."

The two of them knelt 'by the couch. "What's your name?" inquired Amy. "Helen Rose John," replied Helen.

"Being as you're the guest here, I'll pray first," said Amy. "Dear Heavenly Father, this here Lamanite girl -
"What's a Lamanite?" Helen thought. "It must be me."
- is kneeling here with me to ask a special blessing. She has been told by her father that she can't go to school because one of her many brothers and sisters needs to take a turn. Now, dear Father, please smile down on this girl, one of your beloved Lamanite daughters. Open up the way that the desires of her heart will be fulfilled. In the blessed name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Turning to Helen Amy said, "My part of the bargain is done. Now it's your turn." Helen froze. "Lands alive, child," exclaimed Amy after a long pause, "I bet you haven't prayed in English before. Go ahead and pray in your own language."

Still confused, Helen began to pray in Navajo:
"Oh God, if you are there and care to help, please help me to go to school and help this Bilagaana (White) woman to get well."
She couldn't think of anything else to say so she stood up, helping Amy to her bed. "Thank you, dear," said Amy, "Well, we done our part. Now it's up to the good Lord. Would you please walk out to the mailbox by the road and fetch my mail for me? I just don't think I could take walking out there and back."

Helen obeyed and Amy, looking through the bundle of mail, pulled out a letter from their (LDS) stake president. She read through the two-paragraph letter, then gasped, and said to Helen, "Well, Honey, the Lord never ceases to amaze me as to how fast he works."

She walked to the telephone on her kitchen wall and gave the crank two turns.
"Operator, please ring Golden Buchanan's office number in Richfield. Thank you. . . Oh hello, Golden, this is Amy Avery. We just got a letter from our good stake president and in it he informed us that you've been appointed stake coordinator of Lamanite affairs. Well, I've got a case for you to coordinate. I've got a Navajo girl in my home right now that I think would like to go to school here and learn more about our people."
Helen then went back to work. She sensed that she had an ally. The next week, Amy invited Helen and her family to their home for dinner. Helen arrived with eleven brothers and sisters.

In they trouped, smiling but shy, all dressed in dirty field clothes. Amy had instructed her children beforehand, "Pay you no mind how they are dressed or how they may act." As she watched them walk into the house across the carpet and into the family room in their muddy shoes, she tried hard to convince herself that she was prepared to face all of this.

The evening was well planned: Supper, popping popcorn, pulling taffy. Helen had never seen her brothers and sisters enjoy themselves so much. It pleased her that Amy was so accepting of them, dirty clothes, muddy shoes, and all.

Despite this, Helen felt that the Averys no doubt had had enough of dirty Indians and that this would be the last time they ever visited them. Amy surprised Helen by inviting her and Bertha over on the following Monday afternoon. "Bring your two older brothers along too, to give my boys some company," she added.

When the four John children arrived that next Monday afternoon, Amy sent her boys out with Helen's two brothers to ride horses. Amy, and her daughters Marva and Wanda, spent the afternoon in the dining room sewing Indian skirts with Helen and her younger sister, Ruth.

During the afternoon, Helen bluntly asked Amy, "Could you teach me to read real good?" Amy replied,
"Well, Helen dear, as you know I'm not a school teacher so I couldn't help you much, but I've got a friend by the name of Lula Carson who is one. I bet she could help you. Why don't I try to get Lula to come over here to find out just how much you know about reading so she could suggest at which level you should start. Here, take these other two pieces and see if you can sew them together on the machine." Amy pointed out how it should be done, then left the room saying, "I'll go give Lula a call."
After making the call Amy returned and sat down next to Helen as she used the sewing machine. As Helen worked carefully at the project, Amy patiently gave her pointers. Amy appreciated how fast Helen picked up new skills. In about fifteen minutes a knock was heard at the door. "Come in, Lula," called Amy.

Lula was a pleasant woman in glasses who, like Amy, smiled warmly while talking. She had Helen read for her, and then determined that she was at about second-grade level, and loaned her about a dozen readers.
"Now you take them all home with you and practice reading them. When you don't know a word and can't figure it out you can ask either Amy or me."
That night Helen lugged her newly acquired readers back to the tent, feeling that she had made a good start on her way back to school.

A few days later Amy and another woman came to the John tent. Amy explained to Helen and her family, with Helen as the interpreter, that she was serving as a stake missionary for her Church and wanted to deliver a message to all of them. Promised in her patriarchal blessing that she would serve the Lamanites, Amy felt a special responsibility to tell Helen and her family about the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Amy, speaking slowly so Helen could interpret accurately, told them about the appearance of Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ to the about fourteen year old Joseph Smith. Helen had to stop her from time to time to clarify what she meant because understanding things spoken in the English language was often difficult for her. Also, all of this information was so new to Helen that she needed more time to "soak it all in."

Amy also explained how an angel named Moroni showed, and then eventually delivered to Joseph Smith plates of gold on which was inscribed in an ancient language the sacred history of the ancestors of the American Indian people so that Joseph, by the gift of God which would be given him, could translate that which was engraved upon those plates of gold into the English language.

Because Helen had to listen so carefully to translate it into Navajo for her family, she had to pay close attention to all that Amy was saying. She found herself becoming very interested and felt a warm feeling in her heart. It seemed that somehow Amy's stories were familiar.

When the John family went back to their home in Moenavi, Arizona later that year, Amy and Helen corresponded. Amy wrote almost once a week telling her about the Book of Mormon. Helen diligently read the books Amy sent her about the Book of Mormon and also spent time every day reading and rereading Lula Carson's second-grade readers.

In Helen's last letter to Amy before returning to Richfield to help with the beet harvest she wrote:
I have think much bout things you write me. I like hearing bout golden plates and Book of Mormon. You know, I want to learn a lot bout all that and other things, but as you know I only read on second grade level. I want very much now go back to school and learn read better. I want to understand more. I have decided for sure go back school. I don't know where I go. There aren't many schools open down here since war. Even though my father says', no, I will go to school!
I come back to Richfield to thin beets in the Spring because my family depends on me to help. I see all of you then. I go to school after we finish. Please give big hello to Marva and Carla and Wanda and the boys.
Love, Your friend, Helen


The Willie John family returned to Richfield, Utah sometime in the Spring of 1947. It was with a sense of mission, even destiny, with which nineteen year old Helen walked the dirt road that ran across the beet field, and then trod the path that crossed the irrigation ditches and then went up to the Avery's now-familiar white house.

As I reflected on that, it was to me, this writer, (Neil Birch) as if a multitude of unseen spirits of those who had gone on before from this life had come with her.
There was Great-grandfather with Great-grandmother walking arm in arm with him. There was the father who had died in his son's arms, the uncle, left behind to die on the Long Walk, the pregnant aunt, the little children who had died of malnutrition in the hospital, Manuelito, the Navajo headman who had instructed his people to get an education, Narbona, the beloved leader, and also Barboncito the eloquent headman who had persuaded General Sherman at Bosque Redondo to let his people return home to Navajo territory; and ancient ones Helen had heard about only from Amy: Fathers Lehi, Nephi, Alma, Samuel, Mormon and Moroni and others, their women with them. In my mind and heart, countless others followed, distant shadows.
Perhaps the innumerable host that followed Helen up that path to the Avery home that day was just a figment of this writer's imagination, but there was something to it. Helen was not taking this walk alone!

Helen told the warmly welcoming Amy: 
"I've made up my mind to attend school here in Richfield with Carla and Marva. I want to pitch a tent in your back yard to stay in."
Amy gasped, "we wouldn't even let our sheep dog stay out there in the cold all night."
Helen replied, "I'm used to living in tents and cold winters don't bother me."
Amy replied: "There is hardly enough sleeping room for our children in the house. We just couldn't let you stay out there in a tent regardless of what you say. You'd freeze for sure, Child. We would want you to stay right here in the house with us as a part of our family, but darn it we've got a bad space problem. With only two bedrooms, all five of the children are in the same bedroom. We've got the boys' side of the room divided from the girls' side by a cardboard divider that's suspended from the ceiling."

"Oh Mother, we could make room for Helen. We could put another bed in our half of the room," interrupted Carla.
 Amy shook her head. "As much as I'd like to, we just can't. With just one bedroom for all six of you, it just wouldn't work!"

Looking directly at Helen and holding her hand Amy said,
"Helen, honey, somehow, some way we're going to find a way for you to stay here in Richfield to go to school. We're sorry it can't be right here with us." Tears were glistening on Amy's cheeks.
Once again Amy telephoned Golden Buchanan!

As long as he could remember Golden had felt kinship for the Lamanites. He had been raised close to them in Glenwood, which is five miles east of  Richfield, and they had visited in his home often as he grew up. Now as the member of the LDS Sevier Stake presidency assigned to coordinate Lamanite matters he felt keenly his new responsibility to urge members of the stake who hired Navajos to improve their housing and working conditions.

He admired the Averys whose concern about their Indian help was only limited by their funds. "When Lincoln and his boys work side by side with their Navajo field hands you know their hearts are in the right place," he mused. "They don't act like they are better than them."
"But what to do about Helen?"
That night Golden couldn't sleep. Lying in bed, he thought, "Isn't it something, while all of us who live here in this valley have so much - homes, jobs, all the necessities and more - this girl and her people, descendants of some of the greatest prophets the world has ever known are lying out there in those cold tents hardly getting enough rest to do the hard work they have to do the next day. What do they have to eat? Probably very little. The promises made to them in the Book of Mormon and in the Doctrine and Covenants are so great, why do they have to suffer so much?" He offered a silent prayer on behalf of the Lamanites working in the valley.

Thoughts then began flowing freely into Golden's mind one after the other. It didn't seem to him a vision, but it was as if his mind had expanded, allowing him to see clearly the whole range of possibilities. Surely the spirit of his special assignment given him as a member of the stake presidency to assist the Navajo Indians working among them guided him to think:
"We can find someone to take this girl in and even dozens and hundreds and even more families will be willing to take other Indians into their homes. They could live in LDS homes and be treated exactly as sons and daughters. Not only would they be trained in scholastic affairs in the schools, they would learn to keep house, tend to a family, learn to manage a house and a farm. The boys could learn to work on the farms and learn to operate modern machinery.
If they live in the homes of stake presidents, Relief Society presidents, bishops, and other leaders they could see the Church at work and learn the blessings of service to God and fellow men. I can see them going on missions, attending and graduating from college. After all this training what an immense help they would be to their people! They could teach their own people by precept and example all they had learned from the Latter-day Saints. This ought to cut down the time it takes to restore this people to their former blessings by a generation or two." (emphasis added)
The whole idea grew in its dimensions the more he thought. Golden got up quietly so as not to awaken Thelma, and then went into his den, turned on the light and began writing a letter. He was aware that the present LDS Church President, George Albert Smith, concerned that the Church was not doing enough for the descendants of Father Lehi, had assigned a relatively new apostle, Elder Spencer W. Kimball, to work with Elder Matthew Cowley, also of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles to, develop the work of the Church among the Lamanites.

To Elder Kimball, Golden wrote, outlining all the thoughts that had just come to him so clearly. The next day he mailed it.
 
Elder Spencer W. Kimball
 Two days later, on Friday, April 25th (1947) a short, pleasant man knocked on the door and introduced himself as Spencer Kimball. He said:
"I apologize for dropping in on you like this. I just drove up here from Arizona where I was on Church business and I'm here now for the South Sevier stake conference. My secretary read me your letter by telephone today about your wanting me to visit with you. I thought I'd do so before going on to Monroe."
At first, hearing that he had come from the South rather than from Salt Lake City, Golden was relieved because he was feeling somewhat presumptuous for having suggested a new Church program to an apostle of the Lord. But now, hearing about the phone call from the secretary in Salt Lake, he knew Elder Kimball knew all about his suggestion!

During dinner, Golden described their stake's project to improve living conditions among the Indians. Elder Kimball had not heard about it. After dinner, they moved into the living room. Elder Kimball explained:
"I've come to ask you to take this Navajo girl Helen, into your home. I would want you to take her as a daughter and sister. I wouldn't want you to take her in as a servant nor as a guest. I would want you to consider her as your own girl."
Golden looked at Thelma. She looked utterly shocked. Golden explained, "Sister Buchanan has found it hard to like the Indians, Elder Kimball. She had a couple of experiences with them as a little girl in which she was severely frightened."
"Golden, that's not completely true," interrupted Thelma. 'Elder Kimball, frankly, if the truth were known I wasn't half as frightened then as I am right this minute. Many of our friends just don't like the Indians and if we were to take one into our home there would be no end to their cutting remarks. Besides, we've just raised boys and I don't think I'd know how to raise a teenage girl."
Their two unmarried sons were present. Thayne observed, "Being as I'm going on my mission in a few weeks it won't really make any difference to me. If you want to keep her it's okay with me."

Without waiting to be asked, Dick spoke up:
"It isn't okay with me. If you bring her here just consider that I'm leaving because I won't be teased and kidded about having an Indian sister."
Golden was speechless. Elder Kimball then said,
"Well, that's fine. You think and pray about it tonight. We can talk about it again in the morning."
Thelma was so upset she was almost in tears and prayed so long Golden finally drifted off to sleep. She pled, worried, and pled again. She felt no peace. After more than an hour, she tried unsuccessfully to sleep. Then she prayed again. She repeated the pattern for hours.

As she continued to pray she thought about the covenants she had made in the temple (The House of the Lord). She recalled clearly her covenant to give of all her means, time, and talents to build the kingdom of God. "Here's an apostle whose major concern it is to lead out in the building of the kingdom and he has asked me to do something he feels is essential to the work." Her mind became clear and peace, blessed peace, flowed freely into her heart. Thelma then smiled contentedly.

In the morning, Thelma was frying bacon and eggs when Dick came in. Popping a small piece of bacon in his mouth, Dick said, "Mother, do you know who we have in our house? He's an apostle. We can"t turn him down."

"Son, I agree with you," said Thelma. "I've thought and prayed most of the night and now I know it's right to take her in, but I'll need your support."
"You'll have it, Mother!"
When the family told Elder Kimball their decision, he was pleased but not surprised. "You should know," he said, "although I believe this is the beginning of something important, you can't expect any help from the Church, not even sympathy from the Brethren. This is because this is not a Church program, but only something I would like to see tried out. Nonetheless, I can see a great future for the little start you are about to make."

As he watched Elder Kimball drive down the road toward his stake conference assignment, Golden sighed, and said to himself: Well, I'd better get started.

A late Spring snow (which often happens in Utah) had fallen that night and at dawn, the temperature had plummeted to well below freezing. All was white except a muddy twenty five yard stretch of sugar beet field where Helen, Bertha, their oldest brother Spencer, and their aunt, Mable, had been manually thinning beets.

Sugar Beet Digging and Topping Knife
Had the ground not frozen they could have easily in the thinning process they were involved in, jerked the beets up with the hooked tips of their beet knives. Instead they had to dig the frozen dirt away from each beet that was to be thinned out with the tips of their knives. They were soaking wet, covered with mud and exhausted. They had spent the night on the wet floor of an old army tent, trying to keep warm with only wet railroad ties for fuel.

During a brief rest, the usually cheerful Mable was quiet, then broke out, saying:
"Why do we do this? Why do we work so hard? Look at the farmer that owns this beet field. All he does is sit on that tractor of his and plow the field and here we sit, in the mud." Mable turned to Helen. "Helen, why don't you go to school, get some education and buy yourself a tractor!"
 They all laughed, even Helen.

The rest break came to an end. Forcing themselves to their feet the four Navajo field hands sloshed through the mud to where they had left off thinning sugar beets. They swung into action, moving as fast as the cold air and their aching muscles would let them.

As they reached the mid-point of the field, they all turned around so as to work back along unthinned rows toward the head of the field. One of them said: "Look, there's a Bilagaana (white man) at the end of the field. He's been looking in our tent."

It was Golden Buchanan. He began walking out across the mud taking care to keep his balance. He didn't want to look ridiculous by slipping and falling. As he worked his way toward them he worried,
"After all of Elder Kimball's efforts to get us to take this girl and what if she should decide she didn't want to live with us? It would be awful tough for anyone to leave their family and move in with absolute strangers. I don't think I'll tell her that it will be my family with whom she will be living. It might frighten her if I tell her. I'll let Amy tell her."
As he stepped up to the four workers Golden thought, "I've never seen muddier people in all my life. How do they keep working in all this mud?"
"Which one of you is Helen John?"
Helen ducked her head and the other three nodded in her direction.
"Miss John, I've been told that you would like to stay with a family here in Richfield and attend school. It will be possible for you to stay. All the arrangements have been made. Do you want to do this?"
 Helen's voice did not waver as she said:
"I want to stay and go to school!"
The first attempts at rapport between Thelma and Helen were anxious and awkward, though they were both trying hard.

After just a few days Helen disappeared, taking her clothes with her. They had no idea where she had gone and supposed she had gone back to the reservation. Not to be deterred from the work Elder Kimball had given them Golden and Thelma arranged placements of several other Navajo children who wanted to attend school, all relatives of Helen's.

They took in a teenager named Johnny Kaibetoni, who insisted on staying in Richfield when his family returned to the reservation. He was very easy to have in the home. He worked at the Buchanans' feed and grain mill with Golden and did exceptionally well.

Sometime later a letter arrived from Helen, postmarked Cedar City, Utah.
Dear Mr. and Mrs, Buchanan,
I had to leave your home because my family needed me to go to Enterprise to talk for them and help make arrangements to dig potatoes there. We are now snowed in here in Cedar City. The government bus will take my family and relatives back to Arizona as soon as the weather clears up which may be tomorrow. We are out of money. Could you send me a bus ticket to Richfield so I can come back to your home? Just send it to me in care of the Bus depot here.

Love, Helen
The Buchanans sent the ticket. Helen arrived, bringing with her two Navajo girls who also wanted to go to school. Neither of them could speak any English so the Buchanans knowing the obstacles would be too great for them, sent them home to Arizona.

Johnny Kainbetoni was placed with another family and Helen began again living with the Buchanans.

Although communication was difficult and Helen would cry in her room at times, from homesickness, they were all determined to make it a successful experience. Thelma marveled at how fast Helen learned housekeeping. She became so efficient that she took over most of the housework, doing one-third of the house on Thursday, one-third on Friday, and the remaining one-third on Saturday, after which she would go to the movies. Helen was very thorough and completely reliable.

Helen, enrolled in the seventh grade and did very well in reading, math, and art. Her school teachers were very encouraged by her abilities and attitude and went out of their way to help her. She won several prizes for outstanding art work.

Golden and Thelma Buchanan became her second parents. She took missionary lessons from Faye Woolsey who was assigned by the stake presidency to teach Helen the Gospel.

Faye's husband, Heber Woolsey, a young LDS seminary teacher, baptized her.

Then in 1948 when Helen was twenty, the Buchanans took in Helen's younger sister, Ruth. She had been in school and, though younger than Helen, was more advanced in her skills. This was too much for Helen's pride and she dropped out of school. She did not, however, leave the Buchanan home.

Golden was called as Coordinator of Indian Affairs in the Stakes (a Church wide calling) sometime in 1948, serving under Elder Spencer W. Kimball of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles and rest of the Lamanite Committee of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They all moved to Salt Lake City and Helen entered beauty school.

When Golden was called by the leadership of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as president of the Southwest Indian Mission sometime in 1951, with headquarters in Gallup, New Mexico, Helen stayed in the home of Elder Spencer and Camilla Kimball while she finished qualifying for her State of Utah beauty operator's license.

She then joined the Buchanans in Gallup, New Mexico and there obtained a professional beauty operator's license from that State. She worked for two years and during that time met Kenneth Woolsey Hall, one of her foster father's (Golden Buchanan) missionaries.

After she herself filled a successful mission in Kenneth's mission, The Southwest Indian Mission, Helen and Kenneth got to know one another better, and "falling in love," were married in 1957 in the Salt Lake Temple. Elder Kimball had consented to perform the ceremony, but could not because he was undergoing a very serious, but successful throat operation.

They had four daughters. Helen was a full-time mother while Kenneth worked many years at Hill Air Force Base making rubber parts for aircraft. Both have been active in the Church all their married lives. Ken is presently (at the time of this writing) serving as first counselor to the bishop of the Salt Lake Fifth Ward (American Indian Ward) in the Salt Lake Wells Stake. Helen is serving as second counselor in their ward Relief Society presidency and teaches a Relief Society class.

Helen, at age fifty graduated along with her husband, whom she helped in his studies because of his having a hearing problem; from night school at South High School located on State Street near 1300 South in Salt Lake City in 1978.

One daughter graduated from BYU. Two are married and will graduate with their husbands. The fourth is engaged and also attending BYU. Three of them have filled missions for the Church and all four are active in the Church.

Helen Rose John's Missionary Photo
Although Helen most often achieved at a high personal level, perhaps her greatest achievement was serving as the catalyst for the Indian Student Placement Program of the Church.

After seven years of careful nurturing by Elder Spencer W. Kimball, then chairman of the Church Indian committee, and those that worked with him, the experiment begun in Richfield was declared an official program of the Church.

Miles Jensen of Gunnison, Utah, a sugar mill employee who took several Indian students into his own home the year after Helen had come to the Buchanans, became a full-time employee of the Church. He did much to build the program and remained in that work until his retirement in 1980.

Miles was only one of many other Latter-day Saints living in South Central Utah who rallied to support the fledgling program by taking Indian children into their homes. Where Indian children had been generally ostracized before, as members of Latter-day Saint homes, they now found themselves the center of attention with other children even vying for their friendship.

After its official adoption by the Church in 1954, the Indian Student Placement Program involved relatively small numbers until 1966. By 1980, approximately 20,000 Indian students of many different tribes had been placed in LDS foster homes in a good number of states throughout the United States of America under the auspices of the program.

There is less need for it now with better quality schools and a stronger Church organization on the reservations.

This service program (in about 1981) is no longer expanding and will soon be concentrating on only high-school-age children. Despite individual difficulties, Indian participants achieved success. . . And in this generation we see only the beginnings of the results that will flow from the program that started with one lone Navajo girl, hungry for education.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Manuelito. Quoted in Raymond Friday Locke, The Book of the Navajo, Los Angeles, California: Mankind Publishing Company, 1976, 409. Manuelito (his name in Spanish) died in 1893. He was a Navajo headman from about 1860 to 1880. His Navajo name was Hastin Chihajin (Man of Blackweed).
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In my Post 37o I plan to begin presenting you with some accounts of several former Indian Placement Program students along with photos of them showing how their being a part of this successful program helped them in so many ways in their lives, especially regarding the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

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37m - Mormon and Moroni Were Assigned by Jesus Christ to Prepare the Book of Mormon for Future Translation. Moroni's Role #7

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TODAY'S THEME

Now we return to the role of the Prophet Moroni in providing key teachings in The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ.

Again, both Mormon's and Moroni's teachings found in the Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ, were written in the name of Jesus Christ, therefore they were written by the Spirit of Revelation and Prophecy which was clarified in the past two posts of mine: 37k and 37l. If you did not view those two posts, it would be well to do so when you have the time. If you are a serious learner it might be well for you to do so now.

In this Post 37m we will consider certain of Jesus' words which were written by Moroni's father, Mormon. The Spirit of the Lord directed Moroni to include these words in the book he would eventually be sealing up toward the end of his mortal life. Then in our day (in the early Nineteenth Century) he, Moroni, personally would be delivering the Golden Plates to Joseph Smith to be translated into the english language in order that this inspired information could be used by believers in Christ.
These words of Jesus Christ which I suggest you read run contrary to what is taught in many Christian Churches!

Moroni Delivers the Plates of Gold to Joseph Smith -by Kenneth Riley

I now invite each of you to read the following scripture: Moroni 8:1-30. You most likely would choose to also Listen along with your reading this chapter.
I would like you to now focus, on the following verses from the chapter you have just read and listened to:
Moroni: 8:8-26
8 Listen to the words of Christ, your Redeemer, your Lord and your God. Behold, I came into the world not to call the righteous but sinners to repentance; the whole need no physician, but they that are sick; wherefore, little children are whole, for they are not capable of committing sin; wherefore the curse of Adam is taken from them in me, that it hath no power over them; and the law of circumcision is done away in me.
9 And after this manner did the Holy Ghost manifest the word of God unto me; wherefore, my beloved son, I know that it is solemn mockery before God, that ye should baptize little children.
10 Behold I say unto you that this thing shall ye teach— repentance and baptism unto those who are accountable and capable of committing sin; yea, teach parents that they must repent and be baptized, and humble themselves as their little children, and they shall all be saved with their little children.
11 And their little children need no repentance, neither baptism. Behold, baptism is unto repentance to the fulfilling the commandments unto the remission of sins.
12 But little children are alive in Christ, even from the foundation of the world; if not so, God is a partial God, and also a changeable God, and a respecter to persons; for how many little children have died without baptism!
13 Wherefore, if little children could not be saved without baptism, these must have gone to an endless hell.
14 Behold I say unto you, that he that supposeth that little children need baptism is in the gall of bitterness and in the bonds of iniquity; for he hath neither faith, hope, nor charity; wherefore, should he be cut off while in the thought, he must go down to hell.
15 For awful is the wickedness to suppose that God saveth one child because of baptism, and the other must perish because he hath no baptism.
16 Wo be unto them that shall pervert the ways of the Lord after this manner, for they shall perish except they repent. Behold, I speak with boldness, having authority from God; and I fear not what man can do; for perfect love casteth out all fear.
17 And I am filled with charity, which is everlasting love; wherefore, all children are alike unto me; wherefore, I love little children with a perfect love; and they are all alike and partakers of salvation.
18 For I know that God is not a partial God, neither a changeable being; but he is unchangeable from all eternity to all eternity.
19 Little children cannot repent; wherefore, it is awful wickedness to deny the pure mercies of God unto them, for they are all alive in him because of his mercy.
20 And he that saith that little children need baptism denieth the mercies of Christ, and setteth at naught the atonement of him and the power of his redemption.
21 Wo unto such, for they are in danger of death, hell, and an endless torment. I speak it boldly; God hath commanded me. Listen unto them and give heed, or they stand against you at the judgment-seat of Christ.
22 For behold that all little children are alive in Christ, and also all they that are without the law. For the power of redemption cometh on all them that have no law; wherefore, he that is not condemned, or he that is under no condemnation, cannot repent; and unto such baptism availeth nothing—
23 But it is mockery before God, denying the mercies of Christ, and the power of his Holy Spirit, and putting trust in dead works.
24 Behold, my son, this thing ought not to be; for repentance is unto them that are under condemnation and under the curse of a broken law.
25 And the first fruits of repentance is baptism; and baptism cometh by faith unto the fulfilling the commandments; and the fulfilling the commandments bringeth remission of sins;
26 And the remission of sins bringeth meekness, and lowliness of heart; and because of meekness and lowliness of heart cometh the visitation of the Holy Ghost, which Comforter filleth with hope and perfect love, which love endureth by diligence unto prayer, until the end shall come, when all the saints shall dwell with God. (emphasis added)
In my humble opinion that is one of the greatest explanations about that which the Atonement of Jesus Christ accomplishes, in all of the Holy Scriptures! Thank you Mormon and Moroni for providing us with those words. Thank you Lord for your atonement and for providing Mormon and Moroni and subsequently us, with those sacred truths that are so needed in our world today!

Photo: 2008 Hyun-GYU Lee Photo: IRI

Two Baptisms - An Adult and a Young Lady Over eight Years of Age

The Young Lady is Shown Receiving the Gift of the Holy Ghost











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I deeply appreciate your readership and hope you found very beneficial, that which was presented to you in this blog post.

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I invite you to let your friends and relatives know about this blog if you think they would be interested. Please be advised that I also have an additional blog. It is in Spanish: Its content is translated from the English in this blog.

Neil Birch