My Mom, Dad, and Dayer LeBaron’s Death
“Mother love is the fuel that enables
a normal human being to do the impossible.”
In one or two places, my Grandmother Maud LeBaron is recorded as having said:
“Joel “must be crazy if he’s claiming to have received any priesthood authority from his pa! Dayer was completely incapacitated; incapable of talking or using his muscles in any way, shape, or form in the last few months of his life!”
In A-Lateral Sclerosis/ALS/Lou Gehrig’s disease, most sufferers, in their final stages, remain mentally alert, but are unable to use muscles — other than those of eyes and brain; to the point they can no longer swallow food.
They can only look at you intently with their eyes. As said in the previous essay, that’s the stage Grandpa was in when Mother’s brothers brought him to visit us, shortly before he died; so he could say goodbye to his daughter Esther.
Soon thereafter, Grandfather Dayer LeBaron passed on to the other side. And Mama received a letter telling her, her beloved papa had left this world.
After opening the envelope, she quickly disappeared into her bedroom. Later, I discovered her, red-eyed and writhing in anguish, as she wept alone on her bed; the opened letter lying beside her. It’s the only time I ever saw Mama cry.
She was grieving intensely because she’d so hoped and longed to return to Mexico to be near her papa and family again. Instead, her dad died, ill and without her. And she would never again see nor be with him in this world.
Four years before her father Dayer died, Daddy had moved Mama away from her home and motherland, Mexico, to live in the United States; promising he’d take her back again — as soon as he could afford to support his family in a foreign country where he, an American, wasn’t allowed to earn a living — a wage.
However, Daddy was all too happy NOT to be around Ma’s pa. I recall him frequently referring to Grandpa Dayer as, “That damned ole A.D. LeBaron!” Whenever Mama brought up her pa, Papa blurted exacerbated expletives and diatribes, such as the following:
“Yer crazy, crack-pot Pa ain’t worth a damn!! He’s NOT a man of his word! The less I have to deal with yer pa, the happier we’ll all be! He’s a fart; full of himself, full of shit, and full of foolish notions and shenanigans!
“Yer pa can’t be trusted — even far as I can toss him! Can’t be relied upon to do a thing but preach, tell tall-tales, and take advantage of everyone financially with his never-ending money schemes, false promises, fabrications; and revelations!
“That damned ole A.D. is all talk! The money he owes me, I expect we’ll never see again! But you can bet he’d be back tomorrow beggin’ to borrow more if I gave him half a chance!”
To be sure, neither Pa nor Grandpa had much tact. I’m not surprised they clashed, these two outspoken, fanatic, Mormon-Fundi “priesthood holders.”
We have to “prize” the time these stubborn stalwarts ever got along long enough for Pa to get “the prize,” my Ma, away from her pa … who also prized Ma!
~ Stephany Spencer-LeBaron
(Continued August 8, 2019, in “Pt 37: Memoir of a Plyg: My LIFE’S STRENGTHENING: EDIFICATION at Utah’s Hurricane High: Memorizing the Whole 105 English )
- In case some people still believe, A.D. LeBaron died of MD, please visit the following link:
The following video is an excellent interview of America’s leading cult expert, Steven Hassan, Author of the must-read book Combatting Cult Mind Control: