What was it like to be a sister missionary in the post-World War II era? My aunt, Evelyn May Taylor, was such a missionary, serving in the Northern California Mission. She kept a journal and her mother carefully saved all the letters she wrote home. Evelyn herself took photos and kept the documentary odds and ends associated with her mission, allowing us to reconstruct the outward signs of missionary life and something of the interior meaning of that mission. This post, the first of several, sets out the record of Evelyn’s preparation to be a missionary (not counting a young lifetime of active church life, including graduation from seminary), through the end of her weeks in the Missionary Home in Salt Lake City on the eve of her departure for the mission field.
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