Hey guys. Thanks for joining me. Welcome to Not Some Molly Mormon podcast minisode. I haven't done one of these in a while and I'm excited. I'm going to read a

listener's story she sent to us and I found it super interesting. So did Sarah. I'm going to

not say people's names in here just to respect her privacy so hopefully I don't get

anything mixed up we'll see how it goes all right let's start my father was born in

1964 in Provo Utah to my white Mormon grandparents who are from hurricane and

descendants of Mormon pioneers.

I had done my genealogy trees with my dad about my white Mormon family.

We are descendants of Brigham Young.

We are also descendants of Benjamin Franklin Johnson,

and he was one of the Mormon pioneers who settled Mesa and built the Mesa Temple.

My father married my mother in 1988, and I was born in 1989.

My father served a mission in Uruguay from 1986 to 88, and he had just returned to Utah

with his new Spanish-speaking skills. He met my mother in a Spanish-speaking ward in Las Vegas,

where my mother was working as a night nurse on a work visa from Mexico at a hospital.

I am a descendant of two cultures.

Part of the trouble I had growing up was trying to connect with my mother's culture,

but unsuccessfully

accomplishing that because my family had been whitewashed by Mormonism. Even my mother and her

whole family in Mexico were Mormon. The church had already successfully converted many people in Mexico.

I did baptisms for the dead as a youth and always wondered about my Mexican heritage that we knew nothing about.

As soon as my parents married, my father joined the US Army.

We lived on many bases when I was a young child and I rarely saw my father until the age of five when my father quit the army and we moved to Las Vegas.

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