Friday, August 14, 2009

38b - Milt & Nora Watts Have Been Blessed by the Indian Student Placement Program of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

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TODAY'S THEME
The Prophet Moroni Prays Before Burying the Plates of Gold -by Tom Lovell
The prophet, Moroni, between A.D. 400 and 421 wrote:
Mormon 9: 30 Behold, I speak unto you as though I spake from the dead; for I know that ye shall have my words. (as written in The Book of Mormon)
31 Condemn me not because of mine imperfection, neither my father, (Mormon) because of his imperfection, neither them who have written before him; but rather give thanks unto God that he hath made manifest unto you our imperfections, that ye may learn to be more wise than we have been.
32 And now, behold, we have written this record according to our knowledge, in the characters which are called among us the reformed Egyptian, being handed down and altered by us, according to our manner of speech.
33 And if our plates had been sufficiently large we should have written in Hebrew; but the Hebrew hath been altered by us also; and if we could have written in Hebrew, behold, ye would have had no imperfection in our record.
34 But the Lord knoweth the things which we have written, and also that none other people knoweth our language; and because that none other people knoweth our language, therefore he hath prepared means for the interpretation thereof.
35 And these things are written that we may rid our garments of the blood of our brethren, who have dwindled in unbelief.
36 And behold, these things which we have desired concerning our brethren, yea, even their restoration to the knowledge of Christ, are according to the prayers of all the saints who have dwelt in the land.
37 And may the Lord Jesus Christ grant that their prayers may be answered according to their faith; and may God the Father remember the covenant which he hath made with the house of Israel; and may he bless them forever, through faith on the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. (clarification and emphasis added)
I now will give you a second opportunity to focus on the dedicated and inspired efforts of a Latter-day Lamanite (Israelite) couple and also those faithful, loving Latter-day Saints around them throughout their lives thus far, who did much to help them do the great works of service to others you will soon read about which is in compliance with Moroni's plea expressed in verse 37 above.

Milt and Nora Thompson Watts

Scenes from the Catawba Reservation
Chief Blue of the Catawbas

Milt Watts began his earthly sojourn on October 10, 1947, far away from his current residence where he happily lives and serves among his wife’s people—the Navajo. Mortality began for Milton Watts, in Rock Hill, South Carolina, as the middle child of William and Eula Watts of the Catawba tribe. Milt is proud of his heritage and of his people’s conversion to the gospel. He recalls the history of their conversion:

“As I understand, some LDS missionaries came to the town of Rock Hill in the late 1880s. They were not well-received in town: indeed, they were tarred and feathered by the non- Indians and told not to come back. The missionaries took refuge on the outskirts of town, unaware of the Catawba Indians.

When some of the Catawba people found them, they said, 'Come and join us,' and took the missionaries to their homes, nurturing them back from the cruel treatment they had received. The missionaries taught the gospel to the Catawba people, and over the next twenty-five years, nearly all of the Catawba Indians joined the Church, including Chief Sam Blue. “I remember (that) he lived across the road from my school bus stop when I was a young boy. I used to play in his yard with my sister while we were waiting for the bus. I thought he was a fine old man. He could still do some of the Catawba dances in costume and sing. He was a faithful members of the Church and was invited by President George Albert Smith to speak in the Priesthood session of General Conference about 1949.

He was one of the last few who could speak the Catawba language. I don’t know if he is criticized by Catawbas or loved for it, but Chief Blue refused to teach others the Catawba language because he felt it would impede their progress in learning English, which they needed to learn to be competitive and have jobs. The language is almost extinct now. The tribe was terminated around 1959. There were about 500 people on the rolls, but when the tribe was again officially recognized in 1992, there were around 1200 that enrolled as Catawba members.”

Milt has happy memories of his early family life. His parents were members of the Church. He remembers watching his father build their home and having a desire to help, but he was a very small child at the time. That home had electricity but no running water. It was a small home, but to a child, it was a big house with huge trees surrounding it. Milt has a wonderful memory of his grandmother Arzada Sanders.
“I lost my shoes one day while staying at my grandmother’s house. I didn’t know what to do, so she helped me make shoes to wear to Primary that day. Grandmother fashioned my shoes from cardboard sewed to an old bedspread. The shoes didn’t last very long, but making them together was neat.”
Milt’s father dyed cloth at a textile mill, where many of the Catawba men worked. He also served as branch president and district president. Milt attended first, second, and third grades at the Catawba Indian School, a little two-room building on the reservation. He was a fairly good student and enjoyed school, especially because his grandmother was the cook. She would always set aside a special treat, a cookie or piece of fruit, for him, which he would claim at recess or after school.

In 1955 Milt and his family traveled to Salt Lake City, Utah, where his parents were endowed and they were sealed as a family in the Salt Lake Temple. (At that time, most people had to travel a long distance to attend the temple.)
At the age of seven, Milt had a unique spiritual experience that confirmed his testimony of the Prophet Joseph Smith.
“During the time my father was branch president, my family went to Salt Lake City to attend conference and to be sealed. While we were there, Brother and Sister Davis, friends of my parents, invited our family to dinner. Before we ended the night, we had a testimony meeting in which we sat in a huge circle because the Davis’s had a large family. As each person around the circle bore testimony in turn, I began to worry about what I would say when it was my turn. I wanted to say that I knew Joseph Smith was a prophet, that he really saw Jesus the Christ and the Father in the grove. As it got closer to my turn, a strong and definite feeling started to build: I knew Joseph was a prophet. When it came to my turn, it was almost impossible to speak, but as I bore my brief and tearful testimony, I felt a power within testifying that what I was saying was true and that if I believed it, which I did, I ought to do my best to always follow the Savior. My father was sitting next to me, and I was grateful when he reached over and put his arm around me. My parents were not openly affectionate people, and that occasion was one of the few times I remember my dad hugging me.”
The visit to Utah precipitated the family’s move there the following summer in July, when Milt was almost nine years old. He recalls, “My parents used to tell me that we moved to Salt Lake for three reasons: one, for the Church so that us kids could grow up where there were a lot of Latter-day Saints; two, for more stable and better employment for my dad; and three, so that we children could go to BYU. (Ironically, none of us did.)

"My father was able to find better employment as a mechanic and machinist at Margett’s Tool and Dye, later changed to Stokermatic.

“When we first moved to Salt Lake, my family lived in the 19th Ward about Third North and Center Street. We stayed there for about six years and then moved out to the Granite area.

The move to Granite was a difficult transition for me, much more than the move from the reservation to Utah. I started high school at Granite High School with no friends. Socially, I was shy, but people generally liked me. I played golf on the school team and saxophone in the high school band. I played basketball on the ward team. We had a great team! Seminary was a highlight for me. I attended all four years. (In those days, you graduated from seminary after three years; the fourth year was optional.)

I had some wonderful teachers and great experiences. When I was a junior, my seminary teacher, Kent Garner, stopped the class one day, came over to me, and stood me up. He said, ‘Class, this is an American Indian.’ I wondered, ‘What is he doing this for?’ Then he said, ‘This is a Lamanite! This is who we read about in the scriptures.’ Everyone was impressed. It was one of many experiences that touched me personally and made me think that somebody cared.

I think I was goal-oriented as a high school student, but my goals were general, not specific: get the best grades I can, don’t get in trouble, always be a good Latter-day Saint, go to college, go on a mission, and get married in the temple. I graduated from high school in 1965.”

Milt passed the entrance exams and was able to begin college at the University of Utah the following fall with the intent of going on a mission at age 19. When the bishop asked Milt where he thought he should go on a mission, Milt said, “I don’t know, but because I have studied French for two years in high school, maybe a French speaking mission like French Polynesia or Taihiti, or maybe somewhere where there are Lamanites and I can speak French too.


Milt was thrilled when he was called to serve in the Alaskan Canadian mission. Milt was able to talk to Stewart Durrant from Lehi, Utah, who had been released as mission president in Vancouver just a few months before. He said to Milt,
“You are very fortunate. You will probably spend about a fourth of your time working with your Lamanite people.”
Milt thought this mission was just right for him. Milt entered the mission home on his nineteenth birthday, October 10, 1966. Upon arriving at the mission home in Vancouver, Milt was informed by his mission president, President Arza A. Hinckley, that he would be leaving for Fort Saint James, 500 miles north of Vancouver, the following morning to join his companion Elder Eddie Brown. “I remember President Hinckley as he described Eddie to me; he said, ‘You go up and work hard and learn from Elder Brown—he’s a real firecracker.’ I wondered what a firecracker was like as a missionary, and I found out.

President Hinckley didn’t tell me Eddie was a Native American. That first day Eddie said to me, ‘Elder Watts, we’ve got a great responsibility here. We’ve got a work to do in this little area that’s mostly Native American. We’ve got to visit every family. Most of the missionaries in our mission don’t think highly of working with Native Americans. We’ve got to help them think differently. We’ve got to show the other missionaries that two Native Americans can work together and be good missionaries. The four elders you arrived with are now in a training program. They have to learn the missionary discussions and the mission handbook, and memorize all the scriptures in order to have driving privileges. I want you to earn your fully qualified status as quickly as they do.’
“Elder Brown and I worked hard in the area and were blessed with the opportunity to teach and prepare others for baptism. Not many people were interested in the gospel but they were interested in why two Indian boys were out preaching. Elder Brown was a great role model for me and had tremendous impact on my spiritual development. I’d been active in the Church my whole life, and I knew the Church was true; I had no doubt that after completing my mission I would continue to live the checklist of a good Latter-day Saint: pay my tithing, go to the temple, and have family prayer and family home evening. But from Eddie, I learned to really understand how the gospel was the heart of my life.

One day he asked me if I liked being a missionary. I responded, ‘Yeah.’ He continued to probe me with questions: ‘Is the work hard? Do you love the people? Do you love teaching them?’ I answered each question affirmatively and acknowledged that being a missionary was the hardest thing I had done in my life. Then he looked at me and said, ‘I love it. If I could get married, raise my family, and do what I’m doing, I could do this the rest of my life.’ That statement impressed me and caused me to ponder such great love.

I think many converts to the Church experience a spiritual conversion when they accept the gospel because they humble themselves and work hard to change their lives and priorities. For many lifelong members of the Church the change of heart process that Alma speaks of is a gradual process. My change of heart and spiritual conversion really began and was magnified in the mission field. My mission was life-changing because it helped me believe in who and what I was and helped me determine what I should do with my life.

Before my mission, my career goal was to be a schoolteacher. I met several people on my mission that influenced my future career decisions; one of them was Richard Black with LDS Social Services who encouraged me to go school and become a social worker; the second was Bruce Preece with CES (also one of the counselors in the mission presidency) who told me I ought to teach seminary. The more I thought of their suggestions for my life’s work, the more I became convinced that these were good ideas for me.”

After his mission, Milt began a part-time job at the Post Office and re -enrolled at the University of Utah, with the goal of becoming a sociology, health, or seminary teacher.

Although his part-time work paid well, Milt struggled to pay for school and make car payments until he met Verdo Thomas, a young black man, who advised him to apply for a scholarship and then took him to the Alberta Henry Education Foundation, where they personally met with Mrs. Henry.

Milt was able to obtain a scholarship, which greatly eased the financial burden of pursuing his education. One of the first things Milt noticed at the University was the lack of Native American students; the Dean of Students reported a total of five Native American students. Milt decided to seek assistance in creating a peer group. “I took my concerns to Joe Christensen, the Institute director. I said, ‘Brother Christensen, I grew to love the gospel and the Native American people as a missionary. I would like to marry a Native American. Brother Christensen replied, “That would be good for you.” I said, “You don’t understand. There are only four besides myself on campus, three men and one female, all are non-members. I want someone with the same standards and goals as I have. Through the assistance of several other brethren, Brother Christensen helped me organize a class and social group open to all Indians of college age anywhere in the valley. The effort was successful, especially for me because that’s where I met my wife, Nora.

"Nora was fun and attractive. She was different from other Indian women I had met in the Church; she seemed to have a deep and genuine testimony of the gospel. After a year of dating, Nora and I became engaged. We were married on March 12, 1971, in the Salt Lake Temple, by Elder LeGrand Richards, who was a family friend.”

For Milt, education has been one of the greatest blessings in his life. While obtaining a BS in education, he had a good experience completing his student teaching as a health teacher at Midvale Junior High School in Salt Lake.

After returning from his and Nora’s honeymoon, Milt was presented with a job offer from San Juan School District, where he was hired to teach English as a Second Language. The following year he went to work for the CES teaching seminary in Tohatchi, New Mexico.

Milt loved teaching. “I could not believe I was being paid to teach. My classes were all Lamanite students. I loved my work and thought I would like to be a seminary teacher for the rest of my life.” The year in Tohatchi proved a good but difficult experience. He faced the challenge of serving as branch president in a small branch with few active members. During the course of the year, Milt was in contact with his former missionary companion Eddie Brown who encouraged him to pursue a graduate degree.
Following Eddie’s suggestion, Milt spent the next two years as a student in the Graduate School of Social Work at the University of Utah. By the time he completed a masters degree, he was certain he was supposed to be a social worker.

“The graduate program offered job placements for summer employment of Native American students. My first summer in the program, I worked at an LDS Family Services day camp. The following summer I received an internship in the downtown Salt Lake LDS Family Services office. My coworkers at Family Services always talked about how great it was to work for the Church. I worked hard to do my best that summer and was thrilled when I was offered a position with the Utah office of Indian Placement just six months later.”

Although he enjoyed his work, Milt soon felt compelled to accept a job offer that would enable him to more adequately provide for his family. Over the next four years he worked first at University of Utah as an adjunct instructor and the coordinator of training in the Indian Alcohol Training program, and then at Arizona State University as a teacher of graduate and undergraduate level courses in the School of Social Work. During his time at ASU, Milt’s father passed away. Milt and Nora decided it was time to return to Utah, so Milt returned to work with the Indian Placement Program for the next seven years.

In 1986, the Watts moved from SLC to Price, Utah, when Milt transferred to the Price office. Milt recalls, “The time we spent in Price was the first time in my professional and personal life that we didn’t have anything to do with Native Americans, and after a while, we began to wonder why we were really there and what we were supposed to be learning.

During those years I learned an important lesson: I could work and serve among non- Indians, and as long as I did my best, was faithful, and obedient, it was acceptable to the Lord. I learned that my family and children could thrive and do well. I was called to be bishop. That was a choice experience, almost Zion-like, with a wonderful group of people. They were choice Latter-Day Saints.

We were blessed and grew living in an excellent ward. Nora worked with the young women. Our children were happy and involved in school activities. We enjoyed living in Price, we loved the experience there, but eventually I became restless, feeling that Nora and I weren’t doing all we should to bless the lives of our own people. Don Staheli informed me of a program LDS Social Services was considering.

After a visit with Clare Bishop I was invited to help begin Native American Community Services, a program in Salt Lake City for urban residential Native Americans. I felt fortunate to be involved with that opportunity.

“I loved working with Urban Indians. It was a challenge; we were one office trying to do everything: adoptions, counseling, employment, a monthly newsletter, and a lot of outreach work.”

After six years, Milt was asked to join the team in the LDS Family Services’ sex offenders, treatment program. This was a difficult and challenging opportunity.

 “Working with sex offenders was a unique experience because it taught me another spiritual lesson. The best part of the job was well put by fellow therapist Kent Peterson, who one day explained to me: "This work shows that regardless of who you are or no matter how messed up your life has been the Savior still cares about you, and you are still important to your Father in Heaven.’ In this sensitive position, I gained a new perspective, and I was able to assist some of our brothers and sisters as they worked to get back on track with their life.”

A short time later another opportunity bounced in Milt’s direction when he was asked to transfer to Window Rock, Az. to be the director of the first Church Employment Office for the people of the Navajo Reservation.

Milt remembers the challenges he faced while pioneering the program in Window Rock, “Window Rock was another difficult but good experience. My biggest challenge was in the pioneering effort, having no employment peer to confer with and being so isolated. As a start-up program, we struggled to find resources and jobs to fit the people. Everyone was pulling for the success of this important new effort but some of the leaders really hadn’t come to fully understand their rolls.” As months passed, Employment Services began to make a difference in the wards and branches on the reservation.

Milt was surprised when he was asked by John Beck, a respected leader in CES, to consider working for CES again. After discussion and prayer, Milt and Nora decided it was the right direction to go. Milt is currently employed by CES as a seminary coordinator with responsibility for many of the seminary programs on and around the reservation.

“Working with seminary has been my favorite job—I’m glad to be here again toward the end of my career. The seminary has changed significantly since I began in Tohatchi; it has a greater impact in the lives of students’ than it did years ago.

When the bar for missionaries was raised, the bar in seminary was raised as well because the youth had to be better prepared. It’s amazing how well the young people are starting to measure up. They have testimonies, and they’re standing up for who they are. It’s wonderful to be around the youth and come to know how knowledgeable they are, to hear them pray, to feel their spirit, and to know how strong their desire to follow the Savior really is. They are impressive in their strength. Good things are happening.”
Milt has served faithfully in the Church throughout his life. He has served as bishop of the Salt Lake Indian Fifth Ward and of the Price 8th Ward. He has also been branch president in Tohatchi and currently in Sheep Springs.

Milt is nearing retirement and now looks forward to serving a mission with Nora. As he reflects upon his life, Milt recognizes the hand of the Lord guiding him, teaching him to appreciate and honor his heritage, to gain skills, and to make a difference for his people. “I feel blessed to live at this time, to witness so many good things happening for the Native people who have testimonies and who are living the gospel. Their lives are changing, and their children’s lives are being blessed.

As important as the Placement program was, it didn’t allow Native Americans to experience living the gospel in their own homes and communities. Now conditions on the reservation have improved significantly and Latter-day Saint youth can be valiant living at home and attending the local schools. Milt wrote: We find the happiness, peace, and joy in life by being faithful and obedient. We’ll make mistakes, but if we’re faithful, we can always feel the love and influence of our Heavenly Father and Savior. We can depend on their Spirit to guide us if we’ll seek it.
“The major thing I’ve learned throughout my life is that the Savior lives and that He loves us. Because of that love, He and our Father desperately want us to come home. They want us to succeed."

I think the major challenge Native American LDS Church members face is not knowing the scriptures. The scriptures teach us how to receive personal revelation and how to cope with life’s difficulties. Answers can be found in the scriptures or through the guidance of the Spirit, which we receive when we prepare ourselves by studying the scriptures. Because of our identity and ties to our heritage, the Book of Mormon particularly shows us how to live. But all scripture, The Doctrine and Covenants, The Pearl of Great Price, and the Holy Bible, is profoundly important for all Latter-day Saints. There is wonderful, enduring strength to be gained when we understand the principles and doctrines taught in the scriptures and are willing to apply those teachings actively in how we live.”
Satellite Map Showing Sheep Springs, NM

Navajo Boy Herding Sheep

Nora Thompson Watts

Nora was born on August 11, 1948, in Fort Defiance, Arizona. Her parents, Adam and Rachel Thompson, had five other children: Gloria, Stella, Elvira, Paul, and Effie; Nora was their second child.

Nora was close to her older sister as they were growing up because for many years they had only each other. She also grew close to her younger siblings because in later years she was their primary caretaker while her parents were away from home.

Even though they were often away in town or at squaw dances, Nora recalls that her parents made sure their children had plenty of food and were well cared for. Nora remembers that their family was one of the fortunate ones to have a wagon to travel in and then later she remembers her family having a car.

Nora’s father was a Navajo policeman until health problems forced him to stay home; he also served as chapter president. Her mother was a homemaker and skilled weaver. Nora had a special relationship with her mother. “I was close to my mom. We got along well and did a lot together, even after I was married. We talked a lot. She told me about her early life and how she learned to spin and weave, and about herding sheep.

She told me about her mother, who lived with us when I was very young until the time of her death. My mom tried to teach me how to weave and spin, but I never got the hang of it. I still have the small rug she helped me make. I wish I would have tried harder to master those skills.” Nora and her siblings tended the sheep until they went to the boarding school in Toadalena, which Nora started at the age of five. The children were able to return home on holidays and occasionally on weekends.
At the age of eight, Nora began the Placement program after Elder and Sister Worthington taught her family the gospel.

Nora, along with her mother and grandparents, was baptized. Nora lived with the Grant and Eleanor Casper family in Heber City from the time she came to Utah in the third grade until she graduated from high school. “I had wonderful foster parents, and I learned a lot from them.

The Caspers had an older daughter, Darlene, and a boy that was my age, Gerald. Later on they had three more children. We all got along pretty well at the time, and we still do. We have kept close over the years. My family attends their family reunions, weddings, and other special events. We enjoy attending the temple together. Every Christmas, our families get together for parties and other fun activities.

“Going on Placement was initially hard for me. I didn’t speak English very well when I first arrived. My foster mom told me that at the beginning I would answer all questions with only yes or no. But I was able to overcome the challenges of language and homesickness. I enjoyed school; the other students were good to me, even though I was different from them. (I was the only Placement student in Heber until I was in high school.) I liked seminary, which helped me to grow spiritually during those years.
“I learned many things in my foster home that influenced me at the time and have carried over into my own family. Family Home Evening was always a special event held faithfully every Monday night. We took turns giving the lesson, and my foster sisters and I would bake cookies for a treat. Sometimes we would go visit other people for Family Home Evening, sometimes have a lesson or play games—it was always fun.

Milt and I have done the same thing with our children while they were growing up. We made sure to have regular Family Home Evening and family prayer. We went to church and made sure the kids went to Primary and Mutual. I know being faithful in those important principles of the gospel has strengthened our family. Three of our children have been married in the temple.

I give my foster family a great deal of credit for our success; they have been our example. I also learned important homemaking skills in their home: how to bottle fruit and vegetables, make bread, sew, and crochet. I still enjoy many of those activities.”
After high school graduation, Nora returned home to the reservation to spend time with her parents. A year later, she returned to the Casper’s home in Heber, where she stayed and worked as a seamstress. She also worked as a housekeeper in Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake City and then at the Distribution Center.

Nora met her husband, Milton, at a fireside for Indian young adults living in the Salt Lake area. She recalls her first impression of Milt: “I thought he was kind of crazy when I first met him, because he was really funny. As I got to know him, I realized he was a special person. Our first date was to a University of Utah football game.

We were married in 1971 in the Salt Lake Temple. My parents and sisters came to the wedding, although they were unable to go in the temple. (My mom received her endowment in later years; my father never did in his lifetime, but we have since done his temple work.) Milt’s family was there, as well as my foster parents. We had a reception in Heber City.”

After their marriage, the Watts moved many times as Milt followed job opportunities. They initially settled in Salt Lake for six months, and then moved to Blanding, Utah, where Milt taught at San Juan High School for one year.

The following year, they moved to Tohatchi, New Mexico, where Milt taught seminary. After one year, the Watts moved back to Salt Lake City so that Milt could return to school for his master’s degree.

Over the years, the family has lived in Mesa, Arizona; Heber, Utah; Orem, Utah; Price, Utah; Kearns, Utah; and finally Gallup, New Mexico, where they are currently living.
Nora has been very involved in Church service. She is currently serving as the Primary president in the Sheep Springs branch which she had done for six years. Over the years she has served in many positions, including Relief Society first counselor and secretary, Young Women second counselor, Beehive advisor, Mia Maid advisor, and Relief Society Enrichment leader. Nora has enjoyed each calling and the blessings that have come with them. Nora and Milt are currently serving as ordinance workers in the Mesa Arizona Temple, helping with Lamanite sessions.

Nora’s hobbies are embroidery, crochet, quilting, and scrapbooking with the kids. The extended family also gets together for family reunions. “We set up tents in the mountains in Sheep Springs. We let the kids ride horses and have treasure hunts and games. We also get together with my foster family for fun reunions where we camp, hike and play fun games like water-balloon throwing and relays.

My foster sister has fun things for the little kids. We also go to the temple together and when we are in Salt Lake, we try to go to the movie at the Joseph Smith building and attend Conference together.

“I try to be a good example to my sisters and family members. I have always been grateful for the missionaries who taught me and my family the gospel. They changed my life. I have also been thankful for the example of my foster parents, who helped me build on that knowledge of the gospel, and the example of my mother, who joined the Church at the same time I did and was always a faithful member. She served as Relief Society president and would walk the two and a half miles to church every Sunday. My mother was the first person in the Sheep Springs branch to be buried in her temple clothing.

“I really love the people in our branch, and Milt and I are grateful to be here; we feel that we are able to do more here on the reservation than the other places we have lived. There are many Placement students in our branch who have fallen away from the Church, and we are trying to reactivate them. It’s been really hard work.

Sometimes we get up to 30 or 35 people at our branch meetings. Because the town is small, many members have to travel to attend church. We travel from Gallup to Sheep Springs each week. Summer is difficult because some people move their livestock up into the cooler climate of the mountains, only returning for food and supplies. We often struggle to know what we can do to strengthen the members in our branch, but we keep trying.

I love the gospel, and that love gives me the desire to keep trying to share my knowledge and feelings with others to help them come unto Christ. We feel that we have been able to be of more service by attending a branch on the reservation than we could in a city. We are happy being where we are.

“I think my greatest life achievements have been being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, going through the temple for my own endowment, having my children go through the temple, being sealed as an eternal family, and doing temple work for my deceased relatives. I am so blessed to marry a man like Milt, a returned missionary and worthy priesthood holder who is strong in the gospel of Christ. I often wonder how different my life would have been without such a strong, faithful companion by my side. It saddens me to see so many of my childhood friends now struggling. I know that without my Placement experience and the gospel in my life, I could be in similar circumstances. I am so grateful for the gospel and the wonderful examples I have had in my
life.”

Children of Milt and Nora Watts

Kimberlee: born in Shiprock, New Mexico, 1972; married Tom Martin; two boys, Tanner 12 and Spencer 7; lives in Draper; homemaker. Tom has an MBA and works in sales.

Rachel: born in Salt Lake, 1975; married Johnnie Van Valkenburgh; two children, daughter Lindzie 3 and son Bailey 1; lives in West Valley; works for American Express; Jonnie has an MBA and does computer work.
Josh: born 1979 and adopted at 11 months in Phoenix, Arizona, through LDS Social Services; lives in Draper.

Matt: born in Orem, 1981; served mission in Madagascar; married Heidi Funk; has one boy Jarom 11 months; lives in Murray; is completing a
degree in engineering at Weber State University.
The Watts also had the opportunity to have their niece Jennifer in their home for four years after the death of Nora’s sister Elvira. She was given the choice of which family she would like to be placed with until she turned eighteen, and she chose to live with the Watts. She is currently living in California.

As for the Blossoming II books. They are available on Amazon.com titled The Blossoming II: Dramatic stories in the Lives of Native Americans. Also both Blossoming books are available by contacting us by email: dm06shumway@yahoo.com, by mail 486 W 40 N. Orem, UT 84057, or by telephone 801 235 0986. The retail cost is for book I $12.95 and for book II $14.95 plus postage.

As for the Blossoming II books. They are available on Amazon.com titled The Blossoming II: Dramatic stories in the Lives of Native Americans.

Also both Blossoming books are available by contacting us (Dale and Margene Shumway) by email: dm06shumway@yahoo.com, by mail 486 W 40 N. Orem, UT 84057, or by telephone 801 235 0986. The retail cost is for book I $12.95 and for book II $14.95 plus postage.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

38a - Ernie & Dorinda Crocker Have Been Blessed by the Indian Student Placement Program of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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TODAY'S THEME


Lehi and His Family View the Promised Land -by Arnold Friberg
In this painting, Father Lehi and Mother Sariah and their family are counted among the ancestors of Native Americans of our day. In this painting, standing to the right of his mother, Sariah who is next to her husband, Lehi, is Nephi. The nation that came from them is called Nephites as Nephi was obedient to his father and to God.

In the Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ, Nephi wrote the following:

2 Nephi 10: 18 Wherefore, my beloved brethren, thus saith our God: I will afflict thy seed by the hand of the Gentiles; nevertheless, I will soften the hearts of the Gentiles, (Most of the people of our day that came to the Americas) that they shall be like unto a father to them; wherefore, the Gentiles shall be blessed and numbered among the house of Israel.
19 Wherefore, I will consecrate this land unto thy seed, and them who shall be numbered among thy seed, (We Gentiles) forever, for the land of their inheritance; for it is a choice land, saith God unto me, above all other lands, wherefore I will have all men that dwell thereon that they shall worship me, saith God. (emphasis and clarification added)
Nephi also wrote the following:

II Nephi 33: 3 But I, Nephi, have written what I have written, and I esteem it as of great worth, and especially unto my people. For I pray continually for them by day, and mine eyes water my pillow by night, because of them; and I cry unto my God in faith, and I know that he will hear my cry.
4 And I know that the Lord God will consecrate my prayers for the gain of my people. And the words which I have written in weakness (his words written in The Book of Mormon) will be made strong unto them; for it persuadeth them to do good; it maketh known unto them of their fathers; and it speaketh of Jesus, and persuadeth them to believe in him, and to endure to the end, which is life eternal. (Emphasis and Clarification Added)
Our words to Nephi: Your tears need not now flow so freely for your descendants of our day as they did during your days on earth!

The reason this is so, is because the Lord has softened the hearts of us who are the believing Gentiles of our day. Many blessings have and continue to come to your people in our day, first through the publishing of The Book of Mormon and the re-establishment of the Lord's authorized Church through which much attention is being given by its members to Nephi's descendants.

And then, among those descendants, many have been blessed by the Indian Student Placement Program that was an official Church Program for a good number of years. It no longer is needed, having successfully accomplished its purpose.

After telling of the beginnings of the Indian Student Placement Program in my Post 37n and as promised in that post, I will now be giving examples of how American Indian (Lamanite) people have been blessed through that program.

I am drawing each of the accounts from a Book entitled: The Blossoming II (it is the second of two books). It was edited by Dale and Margene Shumway of Orem, Utah, good friends of mine. It is still available:
As for the Blossoming I and II books. They are available on Amazon.com titled The Blossoming I or Blossoming II: Dramatic stories in the Lives of Native Americans. Also both Blossoming books are available by contacting (Dale and Margene Shumway) by email: dm06shumway@yahoo.com, by mail 486 W 40 N. Orem, UT 84057, or by telephone 801 235 0986. The retail cost is for book I $12.95 and for book II $14.95 plus postage.
I should point out that the title of that book is derived from a revelation received by the Prophet Joseph Smith from the Lord Jesus Christ in May of 1831. It is found in the
Doctrine and Covenants 49: 24 But before the great day of the Lord shall come, Jacob shall flourish in the wilderness, and the Lamanites shall blossom as the rose. (emphasis added)
After the following two paragraph comment I will quote from the Book: Blossoming II which was edited by Dale and Margene Shumway. It was first published in 2007. Comment:
Years ago when I was employed by the LDS Indian Placement Program first, in the San Fernando Valley in Southern California for two years and then in the San Jose, California area for about four years north of there, it was my privilege to have the WhiteRiver Apache Reservation as the area from which I drew most of my Indian Placement students who I placed in foster homes and whose placement progress I supervised.

I had the privilege of visiting that Reservation three to four times a year to fulfill my assignment there. During my years in that capacity I had the very special privilege of getting to know Ernie and Dorinda Crocker. I came to love and appreciate their great spirit and love for life and for the Gospel of Jesus Christ and for being faithful members of the Lord's Church. I knew parts of their story from what Dorinda had told me in past years, but I especially appreciated learning their full story from them while putting together this Blog Post, 38a.
This and the just previous post are longer than most of my past posts, but I feel you will be missing a very spiritual feast if you fail to read all of this!

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Ernie and Dorinda Tessay Crocker

Preface (Whiteriver and the Fort Apache Indian Reservation)

White Mountain Apache Railroad
Approaching the White Mountain Apache homeland in east-central Arizona, the landscape rises from the more barren and harsh lower desert lands to the north and makes a scenic alteration as it heads southward.


As the land rises near Show Low, Arizona, it bursts forth into a green tranquility and vegetation continuing in three directions. This beautiful Apache Sitgreaves National Forest gives sanctuary to hundreds of thousands of mountain acres populated by pine and quaking aspen, featuring deer, elk, wild turkey, and high elevation grassland.
Continuing south past the mountain community of Pinetop-Lakeside we come upon more abundant acreage of choice mountain land, bordered on the east by the sacred Mt. Baldy, known as the Fort Apache Indian Reservation. This is the homeland of a group of the State of Arizona's longest settled citizens--the White Mountain Apache.


The administrative practices of the Apaches in managing their forest lands have dramatically changed from the earlier concepts of stripping forests and grazing cattle to the exciting tourist trade and high-tech land management featuring a clean, serene environmental package.


As tourism entrepreneurs, the Apache leaders have done well legislating through their small tribal council. Today, hordes of tourists are willing to pay premium prices to fish for exotic brands of trout in lakes and streams not found on Arizona road maps, or to be hosted in hunting prize deer and elk by expensive, expert, tribal guides.


Another tourist attraction is the Fort Apache Historic Park, which is also headquarters for the Mountain Apache Tribes and is listed on the national register of historic places. This fort originated as a United States Army Post in 1870. The adjacent community of Fort Apache was formerly the center of the reservation universe but in the modern age it has been surpassed by another town four miles to the north by the name of Whiteriver.


Together they have a combined population of about 13,000. Whiteriver is named for the sparkling mountain stream which flows through it. Apache tribal members are thought by Anglos to be fairly serious in their temperament. However, they also have a jovial, fun-loving streak. For example, in Whiteriver different sections of town have been given unusual and colorful names by their residents such as Knotts Landing, Diamond Creek, Rainbow City, Over the Rainbow, Cradleboard, China Town, Seven Mile, Whiskey Flats, Yucca Flats, and Dark Shadows.


Ernie Crocker writes: Adjacent to the Whiteriver stream is the prosperous and friendly bevy of homes known as the Crocker Compound, home of Ernie and Dorinda Crocker and several kinsmen.


Ernie Crocker’s life story began at this Whitewater homestead when Joseph and Ellen Ethelbah Crocker welcomed him as their sixth of eleven children on March 17, 1937. (Ernie is now the oldest living family member, with only two sisters living.) His paternal grandfather was Kaga (the Indian name from which Crocker originated), and his maternal grandparents were John and Bissie Susseus Ethelbah.


Ernie’s memories begin as a young child.

My Father was mostly a cattleman. He had about 300-400 cattle which he drove from our reservation as far as McNary. In springtime, we had about 40-50 calves. As a little boy, I stayed with my grandma while my parents and the older boys drove the cattle up to pasture by one of the beautiful mountain springs. When I got older, I was happy to work for my father from spring through fall. In the river-bottoms, we had a house with two bedrooms and a living room and a stove, but no running water. My family had a few horses and a wagon.


My father didn’t drive a car but later, about 1960, he bought his own tractor and pickup. In those days, father had an estate of 20 acres where his grandchildren now live. Our family now has about 40 head of cattle."


I was six years old when I first attended school in 1944. It happened like this. One fall day I was down by the river bottoms playing around while my mom was washing clothes with our old wringer washing machine:


My big brother Herbie came to the house around noontime and asked if I wanted to go to school. My mom looked surprised but she said it was okay, so I left with Herbie, and we went to school. The boarding school in Whiteriver was full and didn’t accept any new students by then, so our only choice was the public school in Whiteriver, a one-room building that went through sixth grade.


From the start I liked school. I was pretty good in mathematics, especially multiplication and division. Reading? I liked that too! I remember Dick and Jane—run, run, run, and that dog named spot could run also.


After finishing the sixth grade, we went up to Theodore Roosevelt High School in Fort Apache for grades seven through twelve. Every morning we went up the hill to catch the bus. I stuck with it and I graduated in 1956.
After graduation, I roamed around working with the cattle for my dad. I worked for the Tribal Forestry Department during the summer, serving as a crew boss of four men. We scouted the area fixing roads and watching for fires. Later in 1956, I started working at the lumber mill in McNary, where I was employed for 34 years. During my more than 30 years laboring in our beautiful forest our tribal management of the lands has gone through many changes for the better. We used to do a lot of cutting and selling of our timber resources. Sadly, we cut down a lot of the biggest trees in our forest. We don’t cut those heritage trees down any more!


Actually, with the change in tribal philosophy to promoting tourism visits and practicing good forest ecology, we don’t cut down our trees as much as we did before. At present, we only cut down about one-third of the timber that we did in the past, and we do a lot of re-planting of our timber. The way we manage the forest these days makes me happy.


In 1980 I was first elected to the White Mountain Apache tribal council which was a fine opportunity for me. There are only ten delegates elected to the council, two for each district. I served as a councilman for eight years, traveling all over the state and to distant Washington, D.C., California, and Las Vegas, Nevada. We didn’t get paid to be on the council. I was still working at the mill at that time. We did, however, get reimbursed for our traveling expenses and our meals. I also assisted in an assignment with the Apache Tribal Housing Authority.


The Whiteriver LDS branch was started in about 1950. Prior to its beginning, a couple of missionaries were sent to meet with our tribal council in Whiteriver and obtain the proper permission. The council sent them up to the Kettle Pasture because my dad was up there (he was one of the tribal council at that time). Those two brethren found my father and talked seriously in seeing if they could get the Church organized on the reservation. After meeting with my father, the tribal council met with one of the councilmen representing the Church. Our Chief Alchesay was there also. Representatives from the other churches opposed the motion, saying there was already a church on the reservation. But after a lot of discussion, the council finally agreed to allow the missionaries and church meetings on the reservation. So my dad helped start the missionary effort here, even though he wasn’t a member.


The early missionaries told us we had beautiful country—like paradise. They used to ride a bicycle or walk, and they went from door to door trying to teach us. Although most whites were not invited into our homes, quite a few of our people allowed them inside and there began to be quite a few members.
I got married in 1961 to Dorinda Tessay. I was 24, and she was 25. At the start of our marriage although my wife was a member of the Church, she didn’t attend until she was re-activated by her good friends. After that she went to church every Sunday and I went with her. I learned a lot of good things about the Church and got to know the people. The missionaries came by and talked to me, I liked what I heard and saw, and I finally joined the Church.


I was called to work with the young men in Mutual Improvement Association.


It was hard at first for me to really become active, but I had a lot of friends who encouraged and helped me. Our mailman who had the route between Maverick and Cibecue was our branch president, and he became a good friend of mine. Whenever we had free time, he would take me hunting and fishing. After he moved away, one of the local Apache men became branch president until he ran for politics. I became branch president around 1962, after having been a member for four years. Since that time, I have served as branch president three different times for a total of eighteen years.
I have loved being able to serve in my church and also with my tribal council. But serving in the church has been more fulfilling because I have felt the influence and the power of God and have had the influence of his hand and inspiration in my callings. Another wonderful happening for me was when I took Dorinda to the temple when I was 32.


Another high point in my life was my opportunity to serve as a counselor in the Show Low Stake Presidency for three years.


In speaking of spiritual experiences, let me tell you about a dream which had a strong impact on me.


In my dream I saw my father in the other world lying on a bed alone by himself. In my dream, I said to my dad, ‘Where’s Mother?’ With a sad forlorn look on his face, he answered, ‘I don’t know.’
In figuring out this short dream my inspiration is that it is a message about the importance of doing our family history or genealogical and temple sealing for our kindred dead.


I believe the meaning of my dream is that if we are faithful and are up to date in this important work then we won’t have any worries about where our parents or grandparents are in the afterlife. If we do our part they will be safe and with their spouses as they continue to progress in the next world. (emphasis added)

Bland and Janet Nachu Tessay of Cibecue, Arizona were celebrating Independence Day, 1936, in Whiteriver when a blessed but unexpected event happened—the early arrival of their daughter, Dorinda.
Unfortunately, my mother died when I was seven years old, so my younger brother and I were cared for mostly by my father. My younger sister was taken by my aunt to live in Whiteriver because she was too young for my father to raise.


Father was a Lutheran farmer, who believed in working at home and in going to church every Sunday. Father was an interpreter for the local preacher, translating from English to Apache. That’s where I became acquainted with Jesus Christ and the Bible stories.


There were no Latter-day Saint (LDS) churches until around April 1950 when the elders started showing up and holding Primary classes in Cibecue.


My friend and I were curious to know about this new religion and what they were doing in our town—it was a new thing. One week-day we went to one of their classes, and I was immediately attracted. I really enjoyed the visual aids of Jesus Christ and the Bible and Book of Mormon stories. I began to go every Wednesday.


In May of that year Elder Robert Brown asked if my friend Alta Caro and I would like to leave the reservation and live with a LDS family and go to school. (This was before the Indian Placement Program.)


Alta and I had never left our small village of Cibecue, which was quite primitive in those days, with only horses and wagons and no paved roads. After thinking hard and talking with our family and getting their okay, we decided to go ahead and give it a try.


Elder Brown made the arrangements with friends of his family, and in July, I went to live with Dr. Elmo and Rhea Eddington and their daughter, Jane, in Lehi, Utah. The Eddingtons also had two married sons. Jane was the same age as me. I stayed with the Eddingtons until the end of my eighth-grade school year, living with them each year from September until the first part of June.


It was quite a strange experience for me: the food tasted different, I had my own bed, and I had a shower just for me. It was all new to me. Yes, I enjoyed it, and I learned a lot from the Eddingtons. They really took good care of me and made a home for me, even though I wasn’t a member of the Church. Doctor Eddington had his own hospital and it seemed he wasn’t home very much.


Mrs. Eddington—I called her Grandma Eddington— took care of the family and was involved in many things in the church and community. Jane and I attended Sunday School on Sunday mornings and Sacrament Meeting on Sunday evenings, and we went to Mutual during the week. The church was in walking distance. We walked through a park to get there. During this time, I learned a lot spiritually and became acquainted with the doctrine and teachings of the Church.

In a surprise to me, the Book of Mormon was introduced to me not by my foster family, but by an Apache lady married to an Anglo who happened to be living in Lehi. I loved reading that book and I worked hard to learn its meaning. After I finished reading it I knew I wanted to become a member of the Church. I wrote home to my father asking him to give me permission to be baptized, which he granted, and I was baptized. (Emphasis Added)

A special spiritual experience happened at Christmas time in Salt Lake City before I joined the Church. I was watching the Christmas parade with my foster family. They were excited about seeing the float with President David O. McKay on it coming toward us: ‘Here it comes! Here he comes!’ I was watching with much interest.

 

President David O. Mckay, Former President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
 When the float passed by and I saw him, I was overcome with spirit and emotion. I felt weak! And then I almost jumped out of my skin for he was looking right at me. I was so amazed at the sight of this grand prophet and the fact that he noticed me- -an Apache Indian girl from the reservation. I couldn’t get over the strong feelings I had as he passed. We went to a restaurant to eat after the parade, and I couldn’t even eat. My family said, ‘Aren’t you hungry?’ All I could say was, ‘President McKay—President McKay!’ (emphasis added)

After that year, I went home and attended a Bureau of Indian Affairs boarding high school in Phoenix. (We had no high school on the Apache reservation at that time, just a school that only went up to eighth grade.


There was an Indian school, Theodore Roosevelt School, which went to twelfth grade, but I had never had a desire to go there.) After several years at the BIA school, I lived in other places close to the reservation in order to get my high school diploma. I went to school in McNary, Az., and was able to attend church every Sunday in Whiteriver.
One of the missionaries asked me where I was going to live because I didn’t really have a home. (My father was elderly and lived by himself.) An LDS missionary got interested in me and my situation and invited me to live with his family in Great Falls, Montana.


The missionary paid my way, and I lived with his family for my senior year and graduated from high school in Great Falls. Going into high school as a church member and getting involved in the Church helped me get ahead in my life. The Lord was always there for me in my journey through high school. I believe Father in Heaven was the one that made sure that somebody was there to help me get my education.


After I graduated from high school, I went to Salt Lake City because the trip home was long and my foster family could only pay my way that far.


Another Whiteriver missionary made arrangements for his parents to pick me up in Salt Lake City, and I stayed with them for about two months in the summer of 1957 until I was able to return home.

During the time I was there, the mother of one of the missionaries asked me if I wanted to have a patriarchal blessing. She explained the purpose of a patriarchal blessing and she made arrangements for me to get my blessing from Patriarch Eldred G. Smith: (The main Church Patriarch!) I was thrilled at the opportunity.


My patriarchal blessing has given me direction and spiritual understandings that have been a big blessing in my life. It was overwhelming to me to have a spiritual picture of my future because I was feeling all by myself, with hardly anyone to support me except the Church.


While I was in Salt Lake the Lord was still looking out for me in other ways. During my visit there, President Golden Buchanan, the mission president of the Southwest Indian Mission located in Gallup, New Mexico, was notified of my whereabouts by his missionaries. President Buchanan made arrangements for me to meet with Apostle Spencer W. Kimball.
During our interview, Elder Kimball encouraged me to apply to Brigham Young University under the Indian Education program, a new scholarship program. I told him that I’d never thought much about the privilege of preparing for higher education and I hadn’t been much of a scholar in high school. He again urged me to apply. (emphasis added)

Elder Kimball was so nice to me and so concerned about me getting more education that I didn’t want to say no to him. So I applied, and I got accepted right away. I stayed at BYU for two years (1957-1959) studying general education.


The opportunity to go to college was a beautiful blessing, and I learned a lot. I learned how to take care of myself and manage money. I paid my own room and board by working in the BYU laundry and visual-aid department, and by babysitting. When the money ran low, my roommate and I lived with foster families who accepted us temporarily while we went to school.

These families were a blessing for us because there were times when too many of us Indian students crowded together in an small apartment. At one time, eight of us were in an apartment which was supposed to hold three or four.


There were forty-eight Indian students at BYU at that time. I was the only Apache student, but we had representatives from many different tribes all over the United States. We took care of each other, making sure we got to class and attended our activities. My schooling ended after those two years at BYU.


My education has helped me all these many years in my church callings and in my employment at the Trading Post and the and at the Navajo-Apache Electric Company. I also got involved in education parent committees and as a teacher’s aid where I was able to tutor students. In these jobs I earned the needed money to help support my family.


After school, I was on my own, and sadly, for a time, I strayed from the Church. I returned home and through family connections I met my
future husband, Ernie Crocker. We met and liked each other from the start.
Many of my Provo Church friends didn’t want me to get married. They suggested three things to me: ‘Dorinda, continue your schooling, don’t get married until you finish your education, and finally, "do not live on the reservation.” I understood their feelings, but I felt I had obtained enough schooling for what I wanted in life: I wanted to get married, raise a family, and live in Whiteriver.


When I started going with Ernie, some of my friends worried and expressed, "What is she doing?" Why isn’t she marrying an LDS man? But I have never regretted my marriage to Ernie. I knew from the first that he was a good man with a spiritual background, and I had faith that he would be a good husband and father. Yes, living on the reservation, we have had a lot of hardships, but they have made us who we are today.


Ernie was baptized into the Lutheran church and then never went back. He states his family didn’t attend church, but his father taught him about spiritual things. Ernie knows a lot about the Bible. Let me tell you about a meaningful experience of my life which happened soon after Ernie and I were married.


Shortly after my marriage, my friends Nancy Quay and Lynn Cody were called on missions. Nancy was my closest friend at the time, and she asked me to write a talk for her to give at her missionary farewell meeting. I hadn’t been to church for two years, so I was hesitant. She begged me to do it, and I reluctantly agreed. But I never did—I forgot. I was working at the trading post and didn’t think about it again until the Sunday she reminded me that it was her farewell and asked me to come. Ernie and I had never been to church together.


We didn’t have transportation, so we had to get a ride. That Sunday we were walking up the hill to the church, and I had the urge to not go. I kept pulling Ernie back and saying, ‘Let’s not go!’ But Ernie kept walking, and then some members picked us up and brought us to the church. When we walked into the chapel, I felt so strange because I hadn’t been there for two years.


Nancy came running up to me and said, ‘Dorinda, Dorinda, do you have my talk?’ I confessed, ‘Oh, I forgot.’ She then added, ‘Your name is on the list to give a talk.’ I was frightened and nervous. I had never met the branch president or anyone there, but I got up and the Lord through the Holy Ghost gave me the words to say in a little talk.


That’s the day I got back into the church, and it was a most wonderful experience. Since then, I’ve been a member for 54 years. I give credit to the faith and prayers of those church members to get me back into activity.


Ernie joined the Church shortly thereafter, and ever since then we have been climbing in the gospel. Our third child, Leon, was the first of our children that Ernie was able to give a priesthood blessing and an earthly name. When Leon was almost two years old, we were able to be sealed in the Mesa Temple.


Our marriage has brought us a lot of blessings. We’ve been able to help others. When Ernie’s sister passed away, we accepted his nephews, Keith and Lambert Crocker, into our home. They lived with us for a short time, and we got them baptized and involved in the Church. And when the Church made a movie about the Placement program named Day of Promise.


Lambert was one of the main characters in that production. These boys soared in the gospel and in the Placement program. Lambert, the older of the two, has been in the service and is now in the police department. He went on a mission and was married in the temple. He has three boys.


Keith lives in Kearns, Utah. He has five boys; two of them have graduated from high school. One of his boys was named the outstanding student at Kearns High School and was also the student body president. He is now attending BYU, where he plans to go one semester and then go on a mission. They’re all very active church members and I’m really proud of those two. They give me credit for getting them involved in the church. They love us like we’re their mom and dad.


I have tried to stay close to the Church all these many years. Our family has been blessed by our friendly association with other Church members, and we have so much connection and things in common with them. It is like we are a big family.
Many of the youngsters in the branch call us grandparents and we think of them as grandchildren. They never pass us up without a greeting or a goodbye. They let us know when they leave home to go to school, when they get married, and when they have special occasions. We have reaped the blessings of living the gospel, and we have grown a lot with our Lamanite brothers and sisters in the Church.

Dorinda Crocker Writes:Children of Ernie Crocker and Dorinda Tessay Crocker


Anthony Crocker, age 46: Participated in the placement program; graduated from the Intermountain Indian School at Brigham City, Utah, as a machinist; is a machinist for a sawmill; Married with five children.


Vicki Crocker Suttle, age 43: Graduated from Brigham City, Utah; has five children; is a matron in maintenance department at Hon-dah Casino.


Leon Crocker, age 39: Cashier at Hon-dah Casino; has four children.


Janet Crocker, age 38: Graduated from Alchesay High School; is a homemaker and mother of two teenage daughters.


Eileen Crocker Pike, age 35: Some college education; just returned from Georgia, where husband was stationed (he also served in Iraq); has two children.


Ernie and Dorinda cherish their children and family relationships. They have tried to cultivate a love of the gospel in their children by sharing their own experiences.



We wanted all of our kids to go on Placement one or two years just to get the experience. Some people asked why we would send our children on Placement when we were already such a good Mormon family, but we thought it would be a wonderful experience.


All of them had this experience in California, except the youngest, who went to Richfield, Utah.
Dorinda concludes, Of our children, only Anthony and Eileen are currently active in Church, but they are working on their sisters and brother. We also have 19 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren. Our greatest joy is seeing our family living good lives. We meet often and have dinner together in our yard beside the river under the trees.


Ernie and Dorinda Crocker


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