My Memoirs Backstory: My Mama, Esther LeBaron de McDonald Spencer (Ma Meets Pa), Part 12

 

My parents, Esther LeBaron de McDonald and Floyd Otto Spencer 

Home Sweet Home

Chorus:
Home! Home!
Sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home —
There’s no place like home

Verses:
‘Mid pleasures and palaces,
Though I may roam,
Be it ever so humble,
There’s no place like home.

A charm from the sky
Seems to hallow us there,
Which seek thro’ the world,
Is ne’er met with elsewhere

To thee, I’ll return,
Overburdened with care;
The heart’s dearest solace
Will smile on me there

No more from that cottage
Again I will roam;
Be it ever so humble,
There’s no place like home.

NOTE: “Home Sweet Home” was one of Daddy’s favorite songs. (When I was ten years old, he taught me to play it on the harmonica).

This classic folksong and hymn was written by American lyricist John Howard Payne and English composer Sir Henry Bishop for an opera that was first produced in London in 1823. The song became hugely popular throughout the United States, and was a favorite of both Union and Confederate soldiers during the Civil War.)




Let’s continue where we left off in Part 11 of “My Mama,” where she was saying: “I didn’t feel I was a home-breaker … The thought never entered my mind. I believed I was a ‘home maker’ because I brought your Pa into ‘the glorious Principle of Plural Marriage.’

“I knew his living this holy principle, as laid down by Joseph Smith, would ensure he would not only have a chance to obtain a home in heaven with God — but he’d also be able to become a God, himself, in the hereafter … and create worlds of his own … and, thus, many homes throughout eternity. Therefore, I was not a ‘homebreaker’ … I was a ‘home maker.’ ”

So here we have fervent Mormon fundamentalist homewrecker, lovestruck Ma, instead of perched upon a chair doing her college homework, perched upon the house top doing “homemaker homework” …  flirting in a “pretty-please” position irresistible to future Pa — the guy Mama’s ma said, “had one-foot-in-the-grave.” (He was forty-eight years old — twenty-six years older than Mama.)

  Now, while beautiful future Mother was ardently gazing into gorgeous future Father’s eyes, Mother’s brothers were arduously and assiduously helping lay new shingles as fastidiously as they were waxing unwise in converting future brother-in-law to polygamy, Mormon orthodoxy … and all its lies!

The re-roofing while preaching gave gorgeous Ma multiple moments to be with handsome Pa … Moments in which they got to know each other — up on the rooftop in sunny Arizona.

All during this time, Uncle Ben wasted no time showing my future father, mainstream Mormon Floyd Spencer, scriptures that would convince him the Mormon church was out of order.

However, he was unable to convince future Father that he, Benjamin Teasdale LeBaron, was the one mighty ’n’ strong — come to set the the Mormon church/ the house of God back in order — despite Uncle Ben’s constantly hearing voices from within while relating aloud to future Father his “Thus sayeth the Lord!” revelations.

(“The word of God” came to my schizophrenic uncle on a regular basis … as usual … And on a stepped-up basis while working with and trying to convert future Father to his, Uncle Ben’s, new church!

 Continued in: “My Memoirs Backstory: My Mama, Esther LeBaron de McDonald Spencer (Ma Meets Pa), Part 13”

*The following video gives insight into Mormon fundamentalism and how I was raised  — and what I escaped at age 21.


2 thoughts on “My Memoirs Backstory: My Mama, Esther LeBaron de McDonald Spencer (Ma Meets Pa), Part 12

  1. Your story continues to fascinate.

    Glad your dad didn’t buy into the Ben-is-a-prophet ideology.

    Wonder how things would have turned out different if we could just all agree that we are all humans not gods, and not even God’s Spokesmen.

    I am glad your are including information about the Spencers as well as the LeBarons.

    Looking forward to more posts.

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    1. I’m glad my blogs still fascinate you – Hope they always will, or that you’ll complain if I lose my touch. As Uncle Ben became more mentally ill, it was less likely he would get any followers – other than a few buddies in his mental institution. LOL!

      When false prophets cease to be, that’s when heaven will have come to earth … or earth gone to heaven!LOL!

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