Christmas Ice Cream: Othello

When we lived on the farm, there use to be a group of sportsmen who would come every year in the Autumn.  My father would give them permission to hunt pheasant on his land.  They must have been some wealth people.  We, as kids, would always know when they were there.
This is not such a big deal, but the big thing was they would always give my folks some presents as a thank you.  They would fill our freezer with all kinds of good things to eat.  These would often include things from their other adventures such as salmon or trout.  It always included ice cream.  And not any regular ordinary ice cream.  It had big five or ten gallon containers of peppermint candy cane ice cream.  In my mind, this type of ice cream has always been Christmas ice cream.  Ice cream with candy canes frozen right into it.  It was very good, and we always had some of this around Christmas time. 

Siphon Tubes on our Farm in Othello

My dad did a lot of irrigating on our old farm.  The water was from the new Grand Coulee Dam, although I wasn't aware of that.  I was aware of the large canal behind our place, and the many ditches.  While we lived in Othello, Dad put in a lot of cement ditches.
He would get the water from the ditches to the furrows to water the crops using siphon tubes.  My Dad's tubes were aluminum.  I imagine they have PVC pipe ones now.
These are an incredible tool, but to a five-year-old were difficult to use.  You would put the tube in the water, covering both ends with your hands.  You would then shake the tube under the water, and then draw one end only out of the water and into the furrow, while the other end stayed below water.  If you did it correctly it would create a siphon and water would flow through the tube.  I usually had to do this several times to get it right.  Usually I would get just a trickle and then have to do it again.
However a few years back, we visited Sheri's Dad in Idaho, and he was irrigating with siphon tubes.  I tried my luck, and was successful my first try.

picture from the internet

Weldon Breaks his Leg

I was watching Granite Flats, and at the end of the header they show an old playground merry-go-round.  It was upon a similar apparatus that my older brother broke his ankle, the first year we lived in Hyrum.  I was in second grade, and he was in fourth, so it would have been 1964, late autumn.
I wasn't there, but this is the story I was told.  He was playing on the merry-go-round with a group of children.  Some how he got pushed off and his leg got caught underneath the merry-go-round.  It twisted his leg and broke it at the ankle.  I was introduced after school as I saw him with a big cast on his leg. 
He was pretty popular with letting people write on his cast.  He also got lots of special attention.

Natalia's Birth in Pictures

http://billywardlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-from-my-children-natalia.html

I told Natalia's birth in another post, but here are some pictures of her first couple months.

new born, you can see forceps mark

Blessing dress from Aunt Judy, shawl made by Sheri

Katherine and Sara

Ada Betts in background, Elizabeth, Gerdt, Grandma

Grandma and Natalia

Grandma Shirley and Sheri, shower at Aunt Judy's

Geneve, Katherine, Elizabeth

USU Certificate in Psephology

He was younger when I took his class in 1975

My freshman year in college I had some interest in political science and politics.  I took Dr. Dan Jones basic political science class and did well. Dr. Jones was often on the news talking about his polls and who he thought would win an election.  I followed up by taking his psephology course. Basically psephology is a big name for survey taking.  As part of this course, we actually were survey takers for a study he was doing of the attitudes of local residents in Cache Valley.  We helped put the survey together, and debated which questions might be weighted one way or another.  How the wording of a question might effect the result.  We also talked about targeted surveying and how to have a random sample.  In the survey we conducted, we randomly picked the blocks we were suppose to survey, and then the actual house.  We also had a random type of approach if the person wasn't home and we had to select a different home.  I canvased in Providence. 
It was a fun course.  When we completed it, Dr. Jones awarded us all a certificate in psephology.  I misplaced mine someplace.
http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/politics/56032083-90/jones-honored-utah-breakfast.html.csp

My Wrestling Career

At South Cache Junior High School wrestling was a course in P.E.  Everyone would learn some basic moves and then we would have some fun.  Along with this, there was also an intramural wrestling tournament rather than a formal team competing against other schools.  I had some pretty good runs in these tournaments.  My major rivals were Kay Dickey and Deno Blau.  I remember ninth grade year making it to the finals wrestling against Deno Blau.  We had quite a struggle.  During the first period no one scored a takedown and the score was 0-0.  IN both the second and third periods, the man on top was able to ride out the period and still no one had scored.  We went overtime, and I won the toss and was on top.  However Deno scored the escape and won 1-0.
Now I shouldn't hang my head losing to Deno, as he was state champion in high school. 

I didn't continue with wrestling in high school.  My sophomore year I broke my wrist just before school, and as a result did not have sixth period athletics.  I tried coming after school, but the other kids already had an hour of practice on me.  I didn't have the tenacity to stick it out.

Idaho Falls: Lincoln School Lunches

We lived in Idaho, with grandma Wright, for the second half of my first  grade year.  We had left the farm in Othello and were in transition.  Lincoln Elementary was almost directly across from Grandma's house.  Even so, we usually ate lunch at the school, although some days we would go home; but the lunch period was short.
They had the policy you had to take three bites of everything before you could throw it out.  One day for lunch, they served ghoulash, elbow macaroni with stewed tomatoes.  I don't know about anyone else, but I still don't like stewed tomatoes, and even less so in the first grade.  I tried to not eat them.  But you had to have your plated examined before you could toss it.  I remember the principal or an assistant hovering over me as I was required to eat the stuff.  Later I would get smarter and put crap like that in the milk carton.  I got on spoonful down, but I had to chew slowly.  The second spoonful was too much.  I lost everything I had eaten for lunch, and maybe some breakfast. 
The guy sent me home.  But I didn't go.  I felt great afterwards.  He saw me later and asked why I hadn't gone home, and I said I felt fine.

Indian Legends: Water Baby and Stone Family

Dan Millett was a tribal elder at the Duckwater Shoshone Tribe when I worked there.  A couple times he came by my office just to talk.  One time he told me a couple Indian legends.  I wish I had been able to take notes, or record them as the stories were fascinating.  In the case of his version of the "water baby" you could easily see how this would encourage a young mother to take care of her babies.

Being from Duckwater, this has a local slant.  The water baby is a kind of spirit creature that inhabits the water, in this case the Duckwater ponds which are formed by the springs.  It is the custom in Duckwater to put babies in a cradle board.  They cradle board raps them up tight, which is very soothing to babies.  However in can lead to a mother being lazy.  They might hand the baby in a tree, where the wind will gently rock the baby.  However, if left in the tree, the baby may be inhabited by a water baby.  This is most likely to happen if the baby is fussy.  If a baby is inhabited by the spirit of the water baby, then it will also inhabit the mother while nursing.  If this happens the mother becomes a zombie like creature--half alive and half dead.

The legend of the rock family I did not get as well.  He talked about a family from the Reese River area.  Somehow the family had been turned to stone.  He said he had actually seen the stone family.  They were gigantic.

I found this blog which talks about both these legends, with a different slant and attributing them to Pyramid Lake area.

http://suite101.com/article/native-american-legends-and-myths-water-babies-and-stone-mother-a387298

The Halsteads from Duckwater

Amie, Emily and Jan and a couple friends

If it hadn't been for Butch and Jan Halstead, Sheri and I would not have survived the desert. Well, maybe Sheri would have, but I wouldn't have.  I started work in Duckwater a week before we were married. I went alone to  Duckwater that first week.  After a couple days camping at the Currant Creek Campground, I found a ranch house to rent from Butch and Jan Halstead.  Meanwhile at work my boss, Tribal Chairman Jerry Millet, thought I should go to Elko to meet with the BIA people who had written the grant for my position, so I would have a better idea of what I should be doing.  Elko was a couple hours north of Duckwater, and the first 30 miles were dirt road.  I made it there fine, but I must have hurried too much on the way back, because I hit the bottom of the car and caused a leak in the gas tank.  I didn't know what to do.  I got to the ranch house as someone told me to patch the leak with gum, and it worked to a degree.  However I was done, until Butch came and rescued me.  We took the gas take off and drained the gas into a can for later.  We then blew a vacuum through the gas tank to make sure there were no fumes.  Butch took me to Ely where some one welded the tank, then brought me back and we reattached it to the car.
There were other times during our stay when our relationship with the Halsteads was important.  They had gas on their place, and we were able to purchase gas from them and then pay them back.  It beat paying the rural gas station prices, or driving to Ely just for gas.  We went to their house and watched movies.  Sheri helped teach at their kids', Amie and Emily, school.  Sometimes I helped Butch on the ranch.  They had just gotten a bailer that made bigger bails, so there wasn't a lot of hauling hay, but I helped with the preparing feed a few times.  Sheri and I also visited a cattle round-up with them.  We played volleyball together and participated as the "ranch team" in the Duckwater Shoshone league. 

A Lesson in Prayer

While living in Providence I went to a friends house to play.  I use to often go barefooted, so I took off my shoes while we played.  There's was a new house going up, and the day we were there, they were painting.  We were playing in the dirt hills (left from digging the basement) behind the house and some dirt kicked up and landed on a freshly painted door.  We got yelled out for that.
It came time for me to walk home.  I looked for my shoes and could not find them.  I looked everywhere.  still no luck.  finally determined to test a primary lesson on prayer.  I and my friend both knelt to pray and I said a simple prayer.  Something like, "Help me find my shoes."  You know, it was within a couple minutes more of searching after praying that I came upon my shoes.  They were on one of the hills where I thought I had already searched.  Prayer works, but works best when combined with action.

Summer in Providence: 1964

The summer of 1964 was on of transition for our family.  At Christmas time we had left the farm, and spent the rest of the school year with Grandma Wright in Idaho Falls, Lincoln.  But as soon as school was over we moved to Providence so Dad could start school summer quarter.  We rented a home in Providence, while my parents continued to look for a permanent home.  The home we rented in Providence was at the southwest corner of 200 North and Main.  (The house is no longer there; but the house kitty-corner with a big tree is still there.)  The home was unique as it had a walk through closet in the master bedroom.  The closet was also a hallway into the kitchen.
When we arrived at this home, it was a week before school was out in Providence, as school in Idaho got out earlier.  It was a very boring week with no friends.  I remember going and swinging at the playground at the school, while the kids were in school.  One of my sisters told me that wasn't a good thing to do.
I did make a few friends that summer, and had kids to play with.  One of my friends looked like "My Favorite Martian."  That was a popular show at the time.  I also went and played with a friend at the home they were making a half-mile out of town.  Also there were kids at the house with the big tree.
We attended church in an old stone church on Sundays.  One of my most vivid memories at the home was at dinner.  My father asked Connie, Please pass the water."  They were at opposite ends of the table.  We had a metal pitcher.  Connie picked it up and literally passed it like a football through the air.  I thought my father would be angry, but we had a good laugh instead.
We only lived there about three months, as we moved to Hyrum a week before school started.

Abraham Lincoln: The Poet

I didn't know Abraham Lincoln was a poet, but I started watching the movie "Young Abraham Lincoln" and there was a bit about a first love, with Ann Rutledge.  There are different versions of the story, but there is a poem attributed to him, supposedly when he was depressed after she succumbed to typhoid:

The Suicide's Soliloquy

Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.
Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!
Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?
To ease me of this power to think,
That through my bosom raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.
Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.
Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn’d on earth!
Sweet steel! come forth from our your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last—my only friend!

Abraham Lincoln

It is known that Lincoln suffered from bouts of depression.  He also had a sense of humor, and sometimes made fun of himself and his name.

Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln,
His hand and pen:
He will be good but
God knows When.

Abraham Lincoln

 

Abraham Lincoln Is My Name

Abraham Lincoln is my nam[e]
And with my pen I wrote the same
I wrote in both hast and speed
and left it here for fools to read

Abraham Lincoln

 

Lincoln also wrote poetry while he was in the White House

Verse On Lee’s Invasion Of The North

Gen. Lees invasion of the North written by himself—

In eighteen sixty three, with pomp,
and mighty swell,
Me and Jeff’s Confederacy, went
forth to sack Phil-del,
The Yankees the got arter us, and
giv us particular hell,
And we skedaddled back again,
And didn’t sack Phil-del.

Abraham Lincoln

 

You can find additional Lincoln poems here: 

http://www.poemhunter.com/abraham-lincoln/ 

Duckwater Branch

When we moved to Duckwater, we discovered that Sunday Church meetings were 60 miles away.  We were willing to do this, and attended for a time, but the stake decided to make a branch in Duckwater.  A member of the high council, Stan Stucki, who was also from Lund, was called to be the branch president.  Stan worked for radar, and he had to travel to top of a mountain for his job, and they would track missle launches from Vanderbilt, in California.
We met at the tribal school, which previously had been a Mormon Church.  We had basically two priesthood, myself and the president.  However we plugged away.  He home taught the ranch members, and I the tribal members.  That gave use each about 10 families.  What is cool, is some months we saw them all.  There were two faithful sisters from the reservation, Irene Mike and Sophie Allison.  The had attended regularly in Lund.  There was a good group of children whose parents were inactive, that attended faithfully if Sheri and I would pick them up.  From time to time we had other members.  There was a family that came through for about a month, who knew my folks from the Othello days.  We had a principal at the school who was a Native American member.  He was a high priest, and became a counselor in the branch presidency.  However they moved after a month.
I served as the branch clerk, keeping the records. We initially used a tape for music, but president Stucki felt we needed live music.  We got one of the portable pianos, and I was called as the organist.  This was a bit above my ability.  If I had rehearsed a lot, I may have gotten by.  However I didn't, so we would sometimes sing slow, and sometimes I would play with one hand; well usually I would play with one hand.  Sheri taught primary (president), and Stan taught the adults.

Sometimes we would have a good group for church, and other times we were few.

Stan and Pat Stucki's son Alan

My Poetry: From my Window at Work

From My Window at Work.  These poems were written a few years ago.  My window looked out upon Barbara Arons Pavilion, the county's psychiatric hospital.  There was also a court yard outside my window.

“Birds"

Birds are never oblivious to the world;
What with cats, and people and
So many scary things
They are always ready to fly.

I on the other hand
Am oblivious to many things
And at times, I wonder if
I’ll notice the big fly swatter above my head
Before it squishes me flat.

It seems today the dangers don’t lie
In some physical threat over your head;
But in a missed kind deed, a word unsaid;
Or a feeling choked deep inside
Which later may raise its ugly head.

“Motorbike”

Motorbike parked, leaning on its kick stand
Strands of grass hanging from its under carriage,
Blowing carelessly in the wind—
Reminders of past conquests and glories.

Motorbike mounted, engine ignited
Power under my legs to take me—
     To a mountain brook, where I can
     Put my feet in the water and
     Accept of the liquid’s refreshing
     Salve as it cleans
     The worries from my life.

That is where the motorbike could take me….

“Bench by a Tree”

Bench by a tree,
You don’t look very inviting,
With warn wood that looks to
Be splintering.  How could I
Trust you as a place for my body?
And you are not only splintered
But your surface seems hard.
True it is that you are shaded by
A tree—but still to me, you do not
Seem to be very comfortable.

But now I see someone else,
     Lying upon you—snoozing away,
     Using his back pack as a pillow.

I am jealous, longing
For a cool shady place to lie down,
And you are not available.

“Bird Chasing Bird”

Bird chasing bird,
Its wings fluttering breathlessly.
Squirrel chasing squirrel,
Squeaking as the scamper up a tree.

And as I watch these creatures
Through my window, I assume,
He is chasing her—but
Never quite able to catch up.

“Window Grill”

Window grill, shaped like a giant cattle brand--
Circle-cross, circle-cross, circle-cross--
Covering every window, protecting against man
Or woman entering, or leaving.

You’re no good; these people are putting you down,
They’re talking about you,
See the way she smile at that other person—
They’re laughing about you; they’re making fun…

Decorative in their own way, useful in another
The circles on the windows, with the cross inside,
Extending to the full size of the window,
Dividing the circle into four pie shaped triangles,
And leaving four moon shaped slivers of window outside the circle.

Why am I being treated this way?
Don’t these people realize who I am?
I have the key to their happiness.  I have the key!
Why don’t they just listen to me?  I am rich—
If only I could get to my money….

In their own way the window grills
Appear to be a band around the building,
Like a giant belt holding the walls up
And keeping us protected from those inside—
And those inside protected from themselves.

It is so hard to think—everything is so bad;
I feel heavy—I weigh a ton—
No, I weigh two tons—no three. 
My legs are heavy—they won’t move,
My head feels like a pumpkin,
A pumpkin on a stick, swaying in the wind.

But in their decorative nature they provide utility
Bars to keep those deemed mentally incompetent inside.
But unlike the bars of a jail--cold and imposing—
These bars protect a place of health,
    Inviting (in their way) others to
    Achieve mental wellness.

Duckwater Poetry by Jerry Herrmann

Poetry by Jerry Herrmann, Substitute Teacher

Duckwater Is:
Kena talking to the moon.
Cindy’s Aunt in a cage.
Driving to sprouse in the old car.
It’s a beautiful country, Cindy says.
Rodney driving his red sports car between two worlds.

Duckwater Is:
Darrell checking his traps.
Mercury and Venus in the evening sky.
And Bert’s car is a mercury too.
(One of the nine plants, you know is not a star).

Duckwater Is:
Trips to Ely, to Pappa’s
With coke or diet cokes & fries.
Hamburgers anyone?

Duckwater Is:
A place of secrets
Too marvelous to be kept.
(Especially from ourselves)

Duckwater Is:
Most of all is a place for children.
Children who understand (this poem)
Who see better sometimes
than we can.
Children with an easy laughter.
Children who have grandmas, aunts, mothers,
fathers, carnival ride operators, teachers,
singers, astronomers, caring, feeling.  But
be careful, don’t let them know you’re
watching.
For they kind of turn to stone then. 
They don’t need a microscope peering over them.

Big City Diboo:
I come from New York
where they walk all over you.
I laughed at kids who talk
to the moon.

Now I do it myself.
The moon kind of sits
right on the rez.

You can’t avoid getter
to know it.

Cars zip back and forth
from Sprouse, pappa’s with french
fries, cokes and diet cokes, and
Duckwater.

No ‘K’ Marts here.
The only Big Macs are on four feet.
Kind of hard on a
Big City Diboo!

But, you know?  I think
I could get to like
this big, clean, wind swept
place.

Basketball at nite in the gym.
A visit from parents and
I’d be just fine.

My Poetry: Caramel Marshmallow Shakes

Caramel Marshmallow Shakes

There was a time when I loved Caramel Marshmallow Shakes—
The vanilla ice cream, with caramel sauce twirled in together
And a hint of marshmallow
Was enough to send my taste buds into fits of ecstasy.

Now I don’t know if anyone even makes them anymore—
And anyway all that sugar would probably be enough
To make my blood turn solid.

I will have to make my own:
With sugar free ice cream,
And sugar free caramel sauce,
And sugar free marshmallow sauce.

Are there such things?  DO THEY TASTE GOOD?

SIU Saluki Football

When we lived in Carbondale, we attended many of the Southern Illinois University football games.  I would often go with Weldon and maybe a few friends.  We would rarely sit in the bleachers and watch.  More often we had our own game going in the grassy area behind the end zone.  Another favorite activity was to go under the bleachers when the cheer leaders threw miniature footballs to the fans.  A few would always fall through and we would pounce on them.  At the homecoming game someone actually offered us money for a ball.  I think we sold them one because we had a few between us all.  Other notable things about SIU football was the Saluki dogs.  They were the mascots, and I remember petting them at least once.  Also they fired a canon after every home-team touchdown,

I remember two dogs on leashes

field goal and extra point.  They were really fireworks, but they made a big boom.  There was only one game when there were lots of booms, because they were only mediocre.

Dianna's Birth, Hyrum Easter Egg Hunt

Dianna was born the day before Easter, April 9.  In Hyrum every year Easter was a special day.  The Lion's Club put on a community Easter egg hut every year the Saturday before Easter.  Mom had gone with my father to the hospital early in the morning.  As a result, my older sister drove us to the square.  She would have been 16 at the time.  We had a good time.  There were always races, gunny sack, speed and three-legged.  The usually let a rabbit loose for the kids to chase, and the person who caught it got to take it home.  As the festivities were ending, my sister announced to us that our baby sister had been born.  So we welcomed Dianna into our home, who was five years younger that Charles, the baby born before her.  Dianna liked dance and dolls.  However she had some skills.  We traveled a lot with Dianna in the back of the camper.  We moved twice while she was small.  I remember one time I was eating cookies and she wanted one.  I threw it to her, and she caught it. 

Mom and Dianna

She was very small at the time.

Gary Norman: Steady Eddie; Always

For the last twenty-five years, Gary Norman has had a place in our lives.  This started when Sheri and I tried Amway.  Gary was in our up-line.  He traveled to Roosevelt to help us a few times.  He and his brother (my brother-in-law) Mark had a significant role in our deciding to move to California.  We have now been living here for almost 21 years.  During that time we have had numerous parties with Mark and Dianna, Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving, summer barbecue and others mixed in.  Gary's family would be there, and some other times other of Mark's family when they lived in the Bay Area.  We would usually go to Mark and Dianna's for these.  We would have exchange party before Christmas, would do Easter egg hunts with them, and have Thanksgiving dinner.  Gary would often bring something from the garden, or homemade jam.  Angie would make jell-o eggs.  Often I would find myself with Gary and Mark in the sitting room after dinner, and Sheri would be with Angie and Dianna.
Gary passed away unexpectedly this past.  Mark presented the eulogy.  The word he used to describe Gary was steady.  That is how I also saw him; steady.  Gary was consistent.  He was prepared, so he didn't have be be excitable at the last second.  He had a calm peaceful presence about him.  Mark used a scripture to describe his brother,
Mathew 25: Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

 35 For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

 36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

 37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

 38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?

 39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

 40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

The Bishop also spoke and summarized Gary's life with the word always.  He indicated that Gary was always ready to serve in all ways needed to get the job done.  

I have always thought of Gary being my elder, even though he is not.  Maybe that was from Amway days.  However one thing is for sure; my life has been blessed by knowing him and his example.

Rachelle,my Niece, is in Deseret News

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865577681/Amy-Donaldson-Running-saved-Payson-woman-after-accident-stole-her-brothers-life.html?pg=all

Amber, Rachelle and Weldon

My niece was interviewed for an article in the Deseret News.  She has been running for her brother who died in a car accident.  She has gotten pretty good at running.  She came to California to run in a Ragnar (relay that takes all night.)
I wrote a couple blogs about Trevor's passing:
http://billywardlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/loss-via-automobile-accident.html
http://whilhelmsthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/trevors-last-visit-to-california.html

Over 2500 people on the American Continent Saw and Touched the Resurrected Lord

We saw a man, descending out of heaven.

He was clothed in a white robe.

He came down, and stood in the midst of us.

He stretched forth his hands,

And declared He is the Christ.

We came forth to Him.

We thrust our hands in His side

And we felt the prints of the nails

In His hands and feet.

And we worshipped Him.

Blessed be the name of God.

We worshipped Him.

Blessed be the name of God.

Hosanna!

Hosanna!

My Music: We Testify That He Lives

This song is written in four parts.  It presents the stories of Mary Magdalene, the Apostles, American inhabitants and Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon.  These are all people who saw the risen Lord. Of course there were many more who also saw him.  At one time a congregation of 500 around Jerusalem.  The story of the people in the New World represents 2500, and then the news was spread and many more subsequently saw and visited with the resurrected Lord.  You are welcome to print the song.  Mark helped me write the music.

The Apostles Testify of the Resurrection

We were gathered together
 to break bread like he said,
Then He stood among us,
And pronounced peace upon us.

And we felt His hands,
And we felt His side.
He fell down at His feet,
and we worshipped Him.
We worshipped Him.

Joseph Smiith and Sidney Rigdon Testify of Jesus Christ's Resurrection

We Testify!

After the many testimonies of Him

This testimony last of all we give;

That He lives!

For we saw Him, even on the right hand of God

And heard the voice

Testify,

He is the only begotten of God,

And the worlds through Him were made

And through him we become children of God.

(See D&C 76:22-24)

Mary Magdelene Witnesses Jesus Christ's Ressurection

Early in the morning I came to the tomb,
And found the stone was rolled away,
The body of my Lord
Had been removed from where it lay.

When I saw the Master of the garden
Later in the day, I asked him
Where have you placed
The body of my Lord?

And when he spoke to me
I recognized his voice.
My Lord could it be!
My Lord could it be!