I was trying to think of something I might like to blog about. I thought of when Rosalynde at T&S used to post entries from this day in her own missionary history from her journal. So I checked my missionary journal for June 14, 1978 and 1979, and the entries were short and boring. So I was putting my journal away, when I became curious what I had written about the 1978 revelation, given that we just had a week-long series on it. So I looked up the appropriate entry.
Well, you know, I’ve thought of myself as being an “intellectual” for so long that I just sort of assumed I had always been an intellectual. After reading the entry, obviously I was just a goofy teenager at the time, like many young missionaries. Here is my epic entry, which I have annotated with footnotes, and which I offer as an artifact of living Church history:
A day to go down in history–the day the Blacks get the priesthood!
Haynes, Ika, Ohm, and I were at “Coast to Coast” getting their bikes fixed. Two kids from the 5th Ward told us, and at first we believed them, but then we started to doubt. Then, when we took a live chicken Jensens gave us over to Fruita (for E. Gary to eat at the Luau), we heard it ourselves on Ika’s radio. I think it’s great, although it means some complications for us in the work. To celebrate, I’m going to listen to Magazine by Heart, which I bought today. The end is near…whoa!
I’m still recovering from the awe of “the revelation.” I got some books from the LDS Bookstore for half-price. We baptized John Hobach today–he’s pretty cool. With proper fellowship he’ll make a good member. Nancy is over here now threatening to move to Canada. Later.
 Interesting that I didn’t learn of the revelation until the ninth. I was not aware of that.
 My then companion.
 I had quite forgotten this part of the story; I first heard it from some kids, and apparently we weren’t sure at first whether they were yanking our chains.
 Fruita was on the western edge of our area (and the Colorado Denver Mission). There was an elder there who was Samoan and was putting together a luau. Apparently one of the elders couldn’t eat pork, so we were bringing a live chicken for him to eat when we had the luau. I had had no recollection of this part of the story at all.
 Ika was not a missionary (or even a member), and it was his car, which is why it had a radio.
 What “complications” was I thinking of? I have no clue.
 I had totally forgotten that I celebrated the revelation by buying a tape of a recent Heart album and listening to it! That part was very much in character for me.
 Did I mean this in a millenarian sense? Was I being ironic? I don’t know.
 Funny how quickly I turned to other, more mundane matters. (So much for being a brilliant intellectual.) One of the books I bought was Nibley’s Message of the JS Papyri; I had no clue at the time what this book was. I just thought it looked cool.
 Investigator with a major crush on my companion. She eventually was baptized.
 Oh, the humanity!