Teaching for Visitors, or how I learned to love Springville as an outsider
Teaching for Visitors, Or how I learned to love Springville as an outsider September 22, 1999 When I first moved here from Denver, my visiting teachers were Veloy Bailey and Minerva Callahan. If you’re new here and aren’t familiar with LDS lingo, your visiting teachers and home teachers, in theory, are the folks who will be there when its your turn to utter those famous last words, “I’ve fallen and can’t get up,” either metaphorically or literally. When I first met them, they were in their late sixties and as vigorous and energetic as anyone could with to be. “Grandma Bailey” lived at the other end of my lane, what was once a dirt road is no 1150 North, in the white house that’s still on the corner, now occupied by her great-grandson and his wife. She was an avid gardener who had beautiful roses and something blooming in every season. She wore her long, shiny gray hair in a French Twist and she had a natural dignity. I was delighted to find out that on Halloween she would rat out her h