The moral of this story.
The red marble story.
Resting underneath were three exquisitely shiny red marbles.
Miller was bagging some potatoes for.
Miller s roadside stand for farm fresh produce as the season made it available.
During the waning years of the depression in a small southwestern idaho community i used to stop by mr.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.
Petersen this story first appeared in the october 1975 ensign magazine one day mr.
When they come back with their red marbles and they always do he decides he doesn t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one when they come on their next trip to the store.
When they come back with their red marbles and they always do he decides he doesn t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one when they come on their next trip to the store i left the store smiling to myself impressed with this man.
When they come back with their red marbles and they always do he decides he doesn t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one when they come on their next trip to the store i left the store smiling to myself impressed with this man.
We will not be remembered by our words but by our kind deeds.
T hree red marbles by w.
Petersen this story first appeared in the october 1975 ensign magazine.
Barbara miller was bagging some early potatoes for me.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath.
Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me.
Three red marbles by w.
The story is told of a man whom the store owner mr.
Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me.
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband.
One particular day mr.
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When they come back with their red marbles and they always do he decides he doesn t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one when they come on their next trip to the store.
I noticed a small boy delicate of bone and feature ragged but clean hungrily looking at a basket of freshly picked green peas.
Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me.