Years ago when I was serving my mission in the northern city of Warroad, Minnesota I knocked on the door of an Irish woman by the name of Pam Swan. Pam was an interesting character. The kind of woman that made you smile inside everytime you heard her name. She was known around town (everybody knew everybody in this little town) as the flower lady. Not only was Pam Irish, but Pam had a green thumb! Her garden was unbelievable. When standing in her front yard you felt as if you'd been transported to the garden scence in the movie Alice in Wonderland. She had daisy bushes that were 6 feet in diameter and sunflowers the size of your head. It was a sight to see. One day after a gospel lesson, Pam told us she had a present for my companion and me. She walked us out back to where there was a little patch of clovers hidden among a forrest of shrubbery. As she bent down and wrestled with the little spot of green I heard her whisper "Ah-ha. There we go." As Pam stood up she had in her hand two green four-leaf clovers. I was so excited and so was Pam. With her cute quirkiness she said "Sisters, these four-leaf clovers are for you. May they always bring you good luck!" All these years later I've still held on to that special little clover and it continues to bring me luck. The luck of the Irish!
Monday, March 17, 2008
The Four Leaf Clover
Years ago when I was serving my mission in the northern city of Warroad, Minnesota I knocked on the door of an Irish woman by the name of Pam Swan. Pam was an interesting character. The kind of woman that made you smile inside everytime you heard her name. She was known around town (everybody knew everybody in this little town) as the flower lady. Not only was Pam Irish, but Pam had a green thumb! Her garden was unbelievable. When standing in her front yard you felt as if you'd been transported to the garden scence in the movie Alice in Wonderland. She had daisy bushes that were 6 feet in diameter and sunflowers the size of your head. It was a sight to see. One day after a gospel lesson, Pam told us she had a present for my companion and me. She walked us out back to where there was a little patch of clovers hidden among a forrest of shrubbery. As she bent down and wrestled with the little spot of green I heard her whisper "Ah-ha. There we go." As Pam stood up she had in her hand two green four-leaf clovers. I was so excited and so was Pam. With her cute quirkiness she said "Sisters, these four-leaf clovers are for you. May they always bring you good luck!" All these years later I've still held on to that special little clover and it continues to bring me luck. The luck of the Irish!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Ah, what a sweet story! I didn't realize you served part of your mission in MN. Did you know that's where Rob served? He froze to death riding a bike in the dead of winter, but loved it, nonetheless.
What a great story! She sounds like such a sweet lady! I hope you had a wonderful St. Patty's Day!
What a Rad story! It is people like Pam that you meet on your mission who you will remember for the rest of your life and never forget. After this story I am even more proud to be an Irish girl!
Post a Comment