Harold West I remember a story that my dad told me about Emerson. It was at a time in my life when I was just a little boy. He used this anecdote to share with me the kind of friend Emerson was. He told me they first time as men at some ward activity, Emerson had a one candy bar, which he broke in half to share with my dad. he met Recommended>>
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