[1] "My husband and I were attending a fireside together while our children spent the evening at home. The phone rang and my six-year-old son, Joshua, answered the phone. It was my mother and she asked to speak to me. 'My mom isn't home right now. She is at a fire hydrant,' Joshua responded. After the laughter stopped, my older children reminded him it was 'fireside' and he told his grandmother a more correct location of where I was at. - Amy Hart - Lindon, Utah
2] "Sister Garrison was having a bit of a struggle with her teenage son. He continually came home later than the time they had agreed to, and she worried he was getting into trouble.
"Sister Garrison finally told him, 'Every time you do something wrong, I get another gray hair.'
"With a smile on his face, her son answered teasingly, 'Is that why grandma's hair is so gray?'" (Stories and Jokes of Mormon Folks, p. 134).
3] President Joseph Fielding Smith:
"In teaching his children, President Smith often told them that 'wickedness never was happiness' and that the adversary would rather have one of his children than someone elses because of their name. He would add with a chuckle, 'In the beginning all men were 'Smiths,' and when they did something wrong they had to change their name'" (Stories and Jokes of Mormon Folks, p. 83).
4] Elder J. Golden Kimball told this story about his father, President Heber C. Kimball: "I feel a good deal, I think, like my father did one time when he was praying. You know he was rather peculiar, and prayed in his own way.
"He was praying about someone, and he stopped in his prayer and laughed very heartily, and then said, 'O Lord, forgive me, it makes me laugh to pray about some men.'" (Stories and Jokes of Mormon Folks, p. 124).
5] Here's another delightful tale involving one of the Brethren. Rudger Clawson and Golden were sent to California on assignment. This was always a source of much bemusement around Church headquarters. It would be hard to find another two men in the Church with such different temperments and sensibilities. Elder Clawson was a grimly serious fellow. . . Rumor had it Rudger requested these joint engagements to reign in Golden and keep him under control.
Aunt Jennie pleaded with Golden to refrain from any swearing or getting out of control on this trip because it was so hard on Brother Clawson. Golden said he would do the best he could.
They went to Sacramento and everything went fine---for a while.
There were two stake conferences scheduled for that weekend. Golden did well at the first conference---most of it, anyway.
In the last meeting of that first conference Golden got carried away. He had looked at the tithing records and the statistics on attendance at priesthood and sacrament meeting. The Saints weren't living up to their commitments.
He told them they were all going to hell.
When the meeting was over, Brother Clawson got up and walked out. Caught in a press of members, Golden just caught a glimpse of him leaving out of the corner of his eye. He excused himself and hurried back to the hotel to find Brother Clawson in the room, packing.
"What are you doing, Rudger? Where are you going?"
Brother Clawson said, "I just can't take it anymore. I'm going back to Salt Lake. You'll have to finish this second conference by yourself. Your swearing is just too much for me. It offends me. I can see that you're never going to change and I've had it!"
Golden didn't know what to do. So he helped him pack.
They walked out of the hotel and down to the train station. They stood there on the platform in an uncomfortable silence waiting for the train. Finally, they could see the train for Salt Lake coming. Golden thought he should say something. "Rudger, I'm sorry about this. It's just that I get worked up and I lose control and all my cowboy language comes back. I just say what's in my heart. I apologize to you."
"But Rudger, if I didn't put some 'hells' and 'damns' in my talks they wouldn't listen to me anymore than they now listen to you!"
There was a pause. Brother Clawson then threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh, Golden, you'll be the death of me. C'mon, let's go finish the next conference." And they walked back to the hotel. (More J. Golden Kimball Stories, p. 54-56).