November 19, 1963 I was mixing dough for the six dozen rolls, I had been assigned to bring for our bazaar dinner. I never listen to the radio in the day time, I liked to sing or memorize poetry and pray about who needed me. Arnold Briggs drove up and told me Pres. Kennedy had been shot. He died at 12:30 M.T. I was shocked. My first reaction was that we should cancel the bazaar. I knew we couldn’t do that. The ladies of the ward were busy baking and preparing for the dinner and cooked food sale. I immediately prayed about what to do. I felt comfortable that we should continue as planned. We had a good attendance but it was a somber crowd. We were all heartsick that our President had been killed. The only ones who criticized me for continuing with the bazaar, were two of the older sisters.
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