LDSW #9
When I was living at Fort Devens, MA as a young bride, we belonged to a Servicemen’s Group of our church and attended Sunday meetings at a non-denominal chapel on the base. Two missionaries from our church also attended there and about 15 service families. One Sunday after the meetings several of us were standing in a small group, just chatting. The missionaries approached the group and one, an Elder Keith S. from Brigham City, UT, whom I had never known before he came to Massachusetts, shook my hand and asked, “How are you today, Sister Gustaveson? “ ”I looked at him in surprise and asked, “Where did you hear that name?” Startled, he replied, “That is your name isn’t it?” I answered, “That’s my maiden name, nobody here knows it. Where did you hear it?” He replied, “I just knew it.” We concluded that he must have known me in our pre-existant lives.
LDSW #10
My father passed away in February, 1989 and my grandson Scott was born March 12, 1990. When he was about four years old he pointed to a photograph of my parents in his home. He asked who the man in the photo was and was told he was his father’s Grandpa Gustaveson. He then told his mother, “He brought me to you.”
