In the beginning...

Almost every day the girls at general services expand their horizons. That's right...a word of the day. They sound much smarter now with vocabularies which include words such as "verbiage," "cupidity," "fettle," and "euphonious." Using these words in common conversation keep the gals looking--and feeling--incredibly intelligent.

But that isn't the point. The point is that the gals wanted their stories to reach father than the bricks of 1M-Wilford Woodruff.
The girls of General Services are here to serve. Generally. But at any given time if you were to walk past you would hear laughter, smell Caroline's latest masterpiece, and see them "working." It's only once in a blue moon that they get swamped. Like that one time...

That's why I, the old one, have begun this blog. Our stories must be told. A record of our dealings with the missionaries must be kept so that our children and our children's children can look to us for inspiration and strength in the trying times that are yet to come in these, the latter days. But mostly it's so that they can have a good laugh.