The rest of us followed silently, watching and listening as Mom took a wide step over the highway shoulder and onto the dirt road, the gravel crunching beneath her footsteps, the sound of home.
The Church of the Firstborn is a church founded by an excommunicated (LDS) Mormon by 1924, who was excommunicated for teaching / promoting and practicing plural marriage. While it is true that the LDS Mormon church at one time allowed plural marriage for approximately 60 years (almost twenty of those in “secret”), that ended 1890, and even then, only 20-30% all Mormons were polygamists. At that time, Utah was still not even a U.S. State. Nor was it the only state or church the only one previously allowing the practice of polygamy.
Different sects of both the “mainstream” LDS “Mormon” church and the FLDS (Fundamentalist LDS) or RLDS (Reorganized LDS) churches are groups that were originally comprised of members who were formerly LDS Mormon. RLDS believed that Joseph Smith III should be the prophet (son of the founder of the LDS Mormon Church, Joseph Smith) – in other words, they objected to the Brigham Young as successor to Joseph Smith II after he was murdered (along with his brother). In recent years, the RLDS church changed their name to Community of Christ.
Most of the sects that the press has labeled a variation of Mormonism are branches (or branches off branches off branches) of the FLDS. The Church of the Firstborn was founded in LeBaron by Ruth Wariner’s grandfather – Alma Dayer LeBaron. His son was Joel F. LeBaron. In 1965, when her mother, Kathy, married Joel, she became his fifth wife. In August of 1972, Joel’s brother Ervil – who had formed an offshoot of the Church of the Firstborn ordered the execution of his brother by two of his followers. A few months later, Ruth was born.
I am my mother’s fourth child and my father’s thirty-ninth.”
Ruth grew up in LeBaron, Mexico, not too far from El Paso, Texas, daughter of Joel F. LeBaon, the former prophet of this polygamous sect, an offshoot of the FLDS Church.
Ruth’s mother remarried after the murder of her husband, bringing into the marriage her then four children. Ruth’s stepfather, Lane, was also a member of the Church of the Firstborn. To say they lived a frugal existence would be an understatement.
They made me feel almost righteous for living without, as if being poor were the same as being humble and good.
They lived despite their circumstances, which were bleak at best, horrendous, unsafe and, at times, brutal. And that’s the better days, those leave out the moments when Ruth’s stepfather would turn from trying to charm them into believing whatever he was trying to “sell” or force them to do, into a blind rage directed at whoever happened to be in his way, regardless of age. As more wives and more children were added, the tensions mounted.
Their “home” lacked anything most of us would consider normal. No indoor plumbing, electricity – and when it was eventually hooked up to their home it was done in a completely unsafe way. Education, for Ruth, was on a day-by-day basis depending on how much Ruth’s mother needed her that day, that month, that year. The list of things wrong is long, and there is much that is hard to stomach.
As soon as we got home, we crammed our clothes into plastic bags and threw them into the back of the van. Mom flattened the gray vinyl seats and packed them with quilts so we could lie down if we wanted. She bolted out of the driveway as if she couldn’t get away from that house fast enough, and within a few short minutes we were on the highway headed for the Texas border. I gave Meri a bottle while I lay on the quilts and looked outside the window. I couldn’t stop thinking about how we would get to see my cousins more often. They wouldn’t be as far away from Grandma and Grandpa as they were from LeBaron. A rainbow rose from a mesquite field in the distance and split the gray clouds in the sky. I imagine it had been there all morning but I’d been too sad to notice it. Seeing it now, I took it as a sign from God, a sign that everything was going to be okay.
I had hoped to read this earlier, and have been on the wait-list for this from my library for a long time. I’m so glad I finally was able to read this. It is a testament to the human spirit that anyone was able to survive this childhood and come out of it with such personal strength and any positive view of their life.
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