One beautiful fall day in October in 2005, Jim and I (Grandma Hyde) went to Wanship, Utah to fish on the river. I took my Halloween quilt, my book and lawn chair. As Jim fished I enjoyed the sunshine.
As we returned home about 4:30 pm we were at the top of Parley’s Canyon and Jim said he was afraid we had a flat tire. The traffic was going 65 miles an hour and as Jim pulled as far to the side of the road as he could get as far from the traffic that swished past us continually.
Jim got out and came to the passenger side and we both knew that because of Jim’s health there was NO Way Jim could change the tire. Jim had blessed our cars in the past and knew it was time again.
He put his hands on the hood and we both bowed our heads and closed our eyes as Jim prayed, by the power of the Holy Melchizedek Priesthood.
When he said Amen and we looked up there was a young man in his early thirties, standing next to me. Jim asked, “Where did you come from?” We did not hear him pull up behind our El Camino because of the noise of the traffic. He said, “I was going home from work in Park City and saw you pull over with the flat tire, and I went down the canyon to where I could turn around, went back to the top of the canyon and turned back down to get to you.” He told us that he would change or tire.
Of course the spare was flat, so he took both tires to the top of the canyon and had them repaired and came back and put the tire on the car and the spare in the back. Jim offered to pay him for his services and he would not take our money. We visited with him while he helped us. He was the father of two small children and a new baby was arriving any day. When he would not take money, I offered him to take my hand quilted Halloween lap quilt to his children.
He said, there was no way he would take it, but I insisted and he graciously accepted the quilt. We laughed about what a story he would have to tell his family of how he got the quilt.
He then said, “I will follow behind you to the mouth of the canyon where I turn to go South.”
How grateful we were for the answer to prayer.
In 1984 we were living in Miles City, Montana.
Jim was working at the V.A. Hospital and transfers were common.
We were offered a job at the V.A. in Phoenix, Arizona. I (Grandma Hyde) had my Toyota and Jimmy had his truck, but Jim did not have a car. He always left a couple of week before the family when we were transferred, so he needed a car.
We had ridden to all the small cities around Miles City and Jim remembered an old Lincoln (1974) in a field near Broadus, Montana. Jim drove down and found out who owned the car and bought it from them for $75.00. He jumped the battery and drove the car home. The next day he took it to the shop and had four new tires and a new battery put in it, plus having it scrubbed and washed clean.
The following week he drove the Lincoln to Heber City, UT and stayed with his children and then on to Phoenix, AZ alone.
Because of the power of prayer all along the way, Jim was blessed continually in every way. He drove the Lincoln until his brother-in-law passed away and he bought the Cadillac from his sister in Fresno, CA.
While in Miles City, MT we went with the members of the branch to the mountains to cut Christmas trees. We took the Toyota to go with the group to have a LIVE Christmas tree. After the cutting of the trees, we were two miles from the highway and in 2 feet of snow our car would not start!
All the men looked in the hood of the car and no one had any answers as to the trouble. A 10 year old boy stuck his head in standing in front of the car and finally said, “If this belt is around this part right here wouldn’t it have to go around someplace else to make it work?” Oh, how we laughed. We were all taught from the mouth of a babe.
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