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If World's Doomed, I'm Grateful for My Mormon Mother: By Ingrid Ricks

If World's Doomed, I'm Grateful for My Mormon Mother: By Ingrid Ricks

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I spent my Mormon childhood preparing for the end of the world. And vowed as an adult to focus on NOW. But given the state of the world, I'm questioning my lack of preparedness. And I'm grateful that my mother is prepared.
I spent my Mormon childhood preparing for the end of the world. And vowed as an adult to focus on NOW. But given the state of the world, I'm questioning my lack of preparedness. And I'm grateful that my mother is prepared.

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Published by: Ingrid Ricks on May 18, 2011
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If World’s Doomed
 
I’m Grateful for My
 
MORMON MOTHER
By Ingrid Ricks
 
 
We were poor when I was growing up.
So poor that we depended on free lunches at school,WIC food vouchers from the government, and occasional trips to the Church welfare office toeat.
But our daily struggle to survive didn’t keep my mom from stockpiling food in preparation
for the end of days, which we, like most Mormons, believed would occur around the year 2000
 –
give or take a few years.
“A bushel of wheat will be worth a barrel of gold when the Second Coming nears,” she would
say as she stocked up on freeze-dried space food she purchased from a survival store in oursmall Northern Utah town.Our cellar shelves were packed with tins of Spam, cans of tomato paste, and bags of pasta andrice. They also held hundreds of home-bottled jars of fruits and vegetables. Lining the wallswere thr
ee giant aluminum trash cans ―like the one Oscar the Grouch lived in on SesameStreet― which housed our bags of whole wheat and powdered milk.
We collected dozens of plastic milk containers and filled them with tap water to ensure we had plenty to drink. And tokeep our food supply going, Mom dug up our entire half-acre back yard and turned it into agarden.We spent endless summer days weeding, watering and harvesting vegetables. Any free timewas devoted to peeling, slicing, and bottling peaches, apricots, carrots, beets, beans andanything else we could get our hands on.To keep us motivated, Mom talked about the last days. She said our Mormon-dominated valleywould be covered in tents because the gentiles (non-believers) would descend on us for food.We would feed them, of course. But we also needed to save enough for our 1,500 mile trek toJackson County, Missouri.
That’s where we believed the Garden of Eden once stood and where
the Second Coming would occur. Mom said we had to walk because the cost of oil would be
through the roof― if oil was available at all ― making fuel impossible to acquire.
 
 
 By the time I was eight, I was so obsessed with the end of the world that I lay in bed at nightcalculating how much time I had left. If the world ended in the year 2000, I had only until age33.
My gut ached at the unfairness of it all. I didn’t worry about food.
We had that covered. Iworried about getting cheated out of my time on earth. I suffered full-on panic attacks trying tothink through how I would possibly have enough time to enjoy life (sin), and still have adequatetime left over to repent and be saved when we finally made it to Jackson County.I left the Mormon Church soon after leaving home and refused to have anything to do with the
religion― including preparedness.
Planting a garden, however small, was out of the question.Just the thought of stepping foot inside of a Costco made me want to throw up. I got into thehabit of shopping daily for the food I needed that evening and the following morning.My husband and I have always focused on embracing the moment with our two youngdaughters rather than dwelling on what awaits us. But given the recent Arab uprisings, theongoing economic crisis, and the devastating tsunamis, earthquakes, tornados and floods
wreaking havoc across the globe, I’m starting to rethink our position.
 
What if the Mormons are right? What if the world really is headed for collapse? Shouldn’t we
be a little prepared? We do have what my mom has sent us in the surprise UPS packages that occasionally show upat our door
 –
tin foil space blankets, hand crank flashlights, a five-pound bag of hot chocolatemix and a ten-
pound bag of instant potatoes. But at the moment, we don’t have enough water
stored to make the hot chocolate or instant mashed potatoes
 –
let alone keep us from dying of dehydration.

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