I am an assistant Extraction Director in my stake and have workers in my ward. Up until last October I had still had two very faithful extractors along with several indexers. They both just could not work any longer. Last Thursday Don G Excel died and Doris Gardener is in a coma and not expected to live. Because of this I wrote the following poem and gave it to Don's family.
Extractors
Those, who while on this earth
Work diligently for the other side,
Are doing something of great worth.
With them the Spirit doth abide.
God is pleased for every hour
They spend extracting each name.
He grants to them great power
That they might fulfil their aim.
When they pass to the other side,
They are welcomed with great joy
By those whose names they spied.
To them the work was a life buoy.
Name by name day after day
The extractors index each record:
Birth to death and along the way,
Hoping each by someone is adored.
Through their fingers the work flows
Until someones life pattern is drawn.
In their hearts the extractors know
heir importance to someone gone on.
25 May 2009 Suzanne Halliday
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- My name is Suzanne Osborne Halliday. I am a mother of five sons: Michael, Edward, Stephen, Bruce and Daniel. I have a beloved step daughter: Lisa. I am the grandmother of seven grandsons: Anthony, Joshua, Aaron, Tyler, Mattie, Sydney, Zachary, and three grand daughters: Bella, Gali and Alycia. I was born in Wichita, Kansas in 1942 to Harvey Osborne and Joyce White. When I was nine years old my parents moved to Peridot, Arizona, a village on the San Carlos Apache Indian Reservation where my father had bought a trading post. It was not long after this that I was first introduced to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. A family down the road invited me to attend Primary. It was held in the back of the Weech's Trading Post in San Carlos. This was where I learned that I because of Jesus Christ I could return to live with my Heavenly Father again one day. Three years later my heart was touched by a Joseph Smith pamphlet I found in my brother Stevie's lunch pail. I joined the church 13 May 1961 when I was 19 years old. This decision has greatly changed my life.
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