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The Stanley Davis Family — The Flour Sack That Would Not Empty (1853)

Published September 28, 2026 at 3:07 AM

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In 1853, the family of Stanley Davis faced a trial that confirmed to them the Lord's sustaining care. Stanley Davis had lost his wife during the 1852 crossing of the plains; she was buried near the Platte River, leaving him with three daughters and a son. They made their new home in Salt Lake City.

The next year, the family's store of flour had almost become exhausted, with little prospect of new supplies. One day, as the family ate a simple meal of boiled vegetables, a knock came on the door. It was a woman they did not know, a convert recently arrived from England. She tearfully explained that her son was dying of dysentery and begged them to give her a quart of flour. She had been told that a mixture of flour, water, and red pepper would help bring a cure, and was willing to give them her last dollar to pay for the flour.

Stanley Davis said to one of his daughters, "Emily, go upstairs and fill this cup with flour for the sister." Little Emily's face fell as she replied, "But Father, you said that we could have lumpy-dick from the flour that is left and the sack is almost empty now." (Lumpy-dick was a kind of pudding made by adding white flour to boiling water until it reached the consistency of mush, then adding milk and sugar.) The father promised, "You'll get your lumpy-dick. Didn't Brother Brigham Young himself say that if we would share with the in-coming Saints, our flour sacks would never be empty?" So the woman was sent on her way with not just flour, but also a large pan of vegetables from the family garden.

A few days later, Stanley Davis returned home from working in the fields and told little Emily to go up and get some flour to make lumpy-dick for supper. She left, but soon came running back down the stairs crying, "Father, I'm afraid to go near the sack. There's a wolf or something hiding in it. It stands up now and when I filled that quart cup it was laying in wrinkles on the floor."

The family went upstairs to find that the sack was now full of fine, white flour, the source of which they never knew. They bore witness to the realization of "Brother Brigham's promise."

The account was preserved by the Davis children — daughters Emily N. Davis and Alvaretta Harmon Davis, and son John S. Davis, all of whom appear in the bibliography index — and published in Our Pioneer Heritage.

Fuller account of this event (the complete account as preserved in Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 7, pp. 563–564):

In 1853, the family of Stanley Davis faced a trial that confirmed to them the Lord's sustaining care. Stanley Davis had lost his wife during the 1852 crossing of the plains; she was buried near the Platte River, leaving him with three daughters and a son. They made their new home in Salt Lake City. The next year, the family's store of flour had almost become exhausted, with little prospect of new supplies. One day, as the family ate a simple meal of boiled vegetables, a knock came on the door. It was a woman they did not know, a convert recently arrived from England. She tearfully explained that her son was dying of dysentery and begged them to give her a quart of flour. She had been told that a mixture of flour, water, and red pepper would help bring a cure, and was willing to give them her last dollar to pay for the flour. Stanley Davis said to one of his daughters, "Emily, go upstairs and fill this cup with flour for the sister." Little Emily's face fell as she replied, "But Father, you said that we could have lumpy-dick from the flour that is left and the sack is almost empty now." (Lumpy-dick was a kind of pudding made by adding white flour to boiling water until it reached the consistency of mush, then adding milk and sugar.) The father promised, "You'll get your lumpy-dick. Didn't Brother Brigham Young himself say that if we would share with the in-coming Saints, our flour sacks would never be empty?" So the woman was sent on her way with not just flour, but also a large pan of vegetables from the family garden. A few days later, Stanley Davis returned home from working in the fields and told little Emily to go up and get some flour to make lumpy-dick for supper. She left, but soon came running back down the stairs crying, "Father, I'm afraid to go near the sack. There's a wolf or something hiding in it. It stands up now and when I filled that quart cup it was laying in wrinkles on the floor." The family went upstairs to find that the sack was now full of fine, white flour, the source of which they never knew. They bore witness to the realization of "Brother Brigham's promise."

Sources & References

Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 7, pp. 563–564 (Daughters of Utah Pioneers); republished as "Flour Miraculously Provided," Stories of Faith—The Early Mormon Saints and Pioneers (https://earlymormonsaints.blogspot.com/2014/10/flour-miraculously-provided.html) Complete account: Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 7, pp. 563–564 https://earlymormonsaints.blogspot.com/2014/10/flour-miraculously-provided.html

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