As David occasionally says, “The Old Arab has moved again!” we are now living in Mountain Home, Elmore, Idaho. We are both well, but sometimes feeling our ages of 75 and 70! We are still trying to please our Heavenly Father.
Grandpa (Dave) is having trouble to remember the scriptures he loves so much, after he has studied them diligently. Grandma (Stella) tries to comfort him. She tells him that even if he doesn’t remember the exact thought, the spiritual food is received by his soul and it is enlarged when he ponders and mediated and gets closer to the Lord as he studies and that someday he will remember them again.
Grandpa likes something he first heard Grandma say back in 1972 – “If you persist in doing your duty after a while your duty becomes your pleasure.” Now, on 20 March 1979, she has added a sequel – “If you persist in NOT doing your duty, after a while you will have no real pleasure in anything you do.”
In late years we have seen a graphic example or two of this. We have also seen several examples of those who persist in doing their duty and their lives have been filled and their spirits enlarged and their pleasure has become joy! This is filling the measure of their creation, for the Lord has said… “Man is that he might have joy!” (Estella Tidwell Rowley)
I now have thirty-four grandchildren, (Estella has 21). I have seven grandchildren married, Estella has one married. I have fourteen great grandchildren, Estella has two. I would like to live to see all of them grown, see them go on missions, marry in the temple and have righteous families of their own. My goodness, I would really have a posterity then! Even if I don’t live to see it, I feel that I will know about it.
I would like to leave a Father’s Blessing with each and every one of you, my descendants.
Lovingly dedicated to my descendants – in the hope that some small part of my life experiences might be of interest, and possibly cause you, my loved ones, to live your lives with more courage and with more faith and trust in the Lord, I also hope that this history may help you to gain a deeper love for your fellowmen. My hope is that you will always seek first the Kingdom of God, that you pray earnestly and often enough that you get to know Him, so that you will be able to recognize His will and the things He has in mind for you. Keep all of His commandments and endure to the end, then, if I have lived sufficiently obedient and valiant, we have a happy reunion as a big and loving family. That we may be allowed to reside in His presence is my fervent wish. What a glorious day that will be!
I was called “Willie” when I was small, Bill when I grew older (still Bill to my brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews) and finally David or Dave in my later life. I first opened my eyes upon the scenes of this world in the lovely time of Thanksgiving in the little town of Shelley, Idaho. The day was 24 November, in the year 1903.
I am humbly proud of my heritage as all of us who descend from the early Mormon Pioneers can justly be. My great-grandparents (Ralph Nephi Rowley, Mary Ann Thompson, Nicholas Paul, Harriet May, David William Davis, Charlotte Nott Jeremy, Rueben Coles and Hannah Terrell) and my grandparents (John Thompson Rowley, Jane Paul, David Peter Davis and Caroline Ann Coles) on both my father’s (Hugh Thompson Rowley) and mother’s (Grace Davis) side joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, after which they immigrated to America from different parts of the British Commonwealth.
To be continued…