Dutch’s Miracle


This was written by my Aunt Evelyn & posted on our family website.

I remember the Sunday afternoon in Portales when we lived out north of town on the Armstrong place, Dutch, John & me had been playing climbing over a set of sideboards that went on a trailer.  Dutch fell & broke his arm — in the elbow.  He cried off and on all that afternoon and most of the night, then way in the night, Mema woke me up and said we needed to pray for him.  so Bud, John, myself, Mema & Bepa prayed– Bepa held Dutch’s elbow in his hand as we prayed, he felt it all go into place and Dutch quit crying.  God had set the bones as Bepa held them.  This would have been in the fall of 1939. 


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