Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Grandma AJM

(verbatim from Grandma AJM--baptized in 1946 in Salt Lake City, Utah, USA)

When I was baptized, none of our church buildings had a baptismal font. On a Saturday morning a few months after my eighth birthday, we went to temple square. In the basement of the tabernacle there was a baptismal font and children came from all over the valley to be baptized there. The first time my father baptized me, my foot flew up and my toe came out of the water. I was afraid of going under the water but the second time everything went all right and I was totally immersed and became a member of the Church.

I hope your baptism day is special for you.