Carter Roy

This was something Amy often did.

Minnie declined, so Amy brought her secretary, Emma.

Fun fact about Emma, she couldn't swim.

When they got to Venice Beach, Emma didn't even put on a swimsuit.

In Emma's defense, temps were high 60s, not what most people in LA would call swimming weather.

Uh-uh, that's too cold.

But apparently, Amy didn't mind the cold.

Through the afternoon, she took riding breaks to go swimming.

She enjoyed the ocean so much that around 3.30, she asked Emma to call the temple and inform them Amy would be late to the evening service.

in 1926, making a phone call from Venice Beach required walking to a nearby drug store, so Amy asked Emma to pick her up a snack, too.

And here's where we diverge from what Emma corroborated to Amy's sole account.

Emma walked off for her errand and Amy swam out into deep water, enjoying the pull of the tides and the salt on her lips.

But then she heard people calling her name.

She didn't know them, but they clearly recognized her, probably church members, as she emerged from the water.

A man and a woman rushed up to her.

They cried that their baby was dying and begged her to come pray for the child's life.

Amy felt weary, maybe even a little annoyed.

Nevertheless, she knew her duty as a missionary.

She ran after them to the parking lot.

They pointed out a car with a motor running.