RICKS COLLEGE, on the Quad –

By Myrna Bingham Liddell '67, Langley, Washington

After winters of wind and deep snow, how I loved seeing the daffodils popping up through a foot or more of snow, backed by the hand hewn granite blocks of the magnificent Spori Administration Building.

       

This was when the Quad, as I recall, truly only held four buildings, the Spori, the Kirkham, the Science building, and the Library.

        

Angels walked with us there.  I felt them.  I stood in awe of them, and felt my Heavenly Father’s watchful care as they surrounded us.  here was such love there, wave after wave, rarely duplicated elsewhere. 

        

I would sit at the fountain in the middle of the Quad, and talk to Heavenly Father. 

Many “tender mercies” came to me there.  I knew unbridled happiness, unfettered enthusiasm, acceptance on the whole, support, both emotional and spiritual while I walked those paths and hillsides. 

        

The wonders of life were there for me to discover, with Heavenly Father’s help.  I talked to Him even in my seemingly constant unspoken heartfelt prayers, gratefully thanking him for the privilege of being there in that sacred place. 

        

I was so amazed at the freedom of spirit I felt, the buoying up, just by being outside under the sun, or the stars.

        

Even now, the faces of instructors, professors, bishops, advisors, leaders, dorm moms, and friends, parade past my memory.  They were part of the kaleidoscope of encouragement, too.

        

What a blessing it was.   I have never gone there without amazement, that angels can still be felt there.  I suppose, we feel our mentors, because the veil may be thinner there, and the weight of potentials is so great for each one who attends.  Later in my life, I learned that my children’s Great Grandmother walked the halls of the Spori building, may have stood under the trees in front of the building, and was mentored by Oscar Kirkham himself.  Her name was Charlotte, and he called her “Charley”.

        

This was a place where we were being prepared to face the world.  Praise be to God, who giveth us our destinies, and prepareth the way before us.  May this wonder never cease.