Last week while working on my project scanning my grandparents' papers and pictures, I opened a packet of letters. The letters were tied together with a thin red ribbon. Three of the letters I read were letters of condolence to my grandparents. My grandparents had a son named Robert Theodore Robertson, born 29 August 1912 and died 17 November 1913. When my grandparents were operating their dairy cattle stock farm at Pompey's Pillar, Robert died of some illness. As I read the letters, I considered how a family's agony in losing a child has not changed . Many years have passed since 1913. Innumerable technological advances have occurred. But people still need the support of their friends and family during tragedy. That has not changed either. Time heals wounds if we want it to. That is also the same.
Sunday I taught my Primary class a lesson about Adam and Eve being taught the gospel. The thrust of the lesson was that Adam and Eve were taught the same gospel that we have today. It has not changed either. We still have the same principles, the same ordinances, and the same way back to our Father. Sometimes I get caught up in all news, new government programs, new advances, new distractions, and new demands for my attention. When that happens, I envy the simpler life of my family that came before me. But I am not so different than they are. The basics do not change.
The following are the first pages from two of the letters my grandparents received:
Letter to Maude Brodock Robertson and O.D. Robertson from Maude's sister Georgia
Letter from Clara Bompart Brewer to Dunc and Maude Brodock Robertson. Clara was Dunc's cousin.
