For Little Friends

By Jill Campbell

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    Talking with Heavenly Father

    Pray always (D&C 19:38).

    “Can we visit Heavenly Father?” Tara asked Dad as she got ready for bed.

    “Probably not for a long time,” Dad answered.

    “Last summer we flew on an airplane to visit Grandma Hill. We could fly on an airplane,” Tara said.

    “We can’t get there on an airplane,” Dad said.

    “At Christmas, we went by train to see Papa and Nana Flowers. Maybe we could go by train,” Tara said hopefully.

    “I’m afraid a train can’t take us there, either,” Dad said.

    “Sometimes we drive in our car to visit friends,” Tara told father. “Let’s go by car. Or, I know, we can go by boat.” Tara was remembering the boat ride they had taken across the river.

    “I’m sorry,” Dad said. “Not even a car or a boat can take us to Heavenly Father.”

    Tara felt sad. She wanted to visit Heavenly Father. Daddy pulled her onto his lap and kissed her forehead. “We can’t visit Heavenly Father, but you can talk to Him,” Dad said.

    “You mean I can call Him on the telephone or send Him a letter?”

    “No, but there’s something else you can do. Think about it.”

    As she got ready for bed, Tara wondered how she could talk to Heavenly Father. She still couldn’t figure out what Dad had meant.

    When Dad came into her room to listen to her say her prayers, she knelt, then jumped up and hugged Dad. “I know—I can talk to Heavenly Father by saying my prayers!”

    “That’s right,” Dad said, hugging her back. “And He will always listen.”

    [illustrations] Illustrated by Julie F. Young


    We march,
    We march
    All through the house!
    We march as quietly
    As a mouse.
    We march,
    We march—
    One, two, three, four.
    We keep on marching
    Out the door.
    We march by the river,
    We march by the road.
    We march right past
    A big green toad.
    We march in the garden
    And under the trees.
    We march,
    We march
    Wherever we please.
    We keep on marching
    Up a hill.
    We march!
    We march!
    We’re marching still.
    Left foot,
    Right foot,
    We-march-all-day foot.
    We march up high,
    We march down low.
    We march real fast,
    Then march real slow.
    Left foot,
    Right foot,
    We-march-all-together foot.
    We march down the hill.
    We march through the glen.
    And then we march
    Back home again.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Julie F. Young

    Icebox Dessert

    3/4 cup graham cracker crumbs

    1 can (14 ounces/392 g) condensed milk, well chilled

    3/4 cup sugar

    1/2 cup crushed pineapple, drained

    juice of two lemons

    1. 1.

      Spread half of the cracker crumbs in the bottom of a 9″ x 9″ (22.5 cm x 22.5 cm) pan.

    2. 2.

      Whip the condensed milk until it is stiff. Add the sugar, pineapple, and lemon juice. Mix well.

    3. 3.

      Spread the condensed milk mixture on top of the cracker crumbs. Top with the remaining cracker crumbs and freeze for at least two hours before serving.