Editors Note: I
received this story from Ed Fillmore, my brother, on 10 April
2014. I love and admire this good man pictured below. He and his
wife, Judy, are now now serving as missionaries at the Washington
D.C. Temple. He loves people and can talk to anyone. I have learned
so many good things from him.
story begins over 40 years when I was a student at Texas A&M
University in College Station. One Sunday, one of the Church
leaders gave me a note about a new member of our ward. He was a
student at the university and his mother in Houston had asked us to
contact him. His name was Carey Hausman. I called him, confirmed
his address, and told him I would pick him up for priesthood meeting
at 9:00 on Sunday morning.
When I came by,
he was ready, dressed in a suit and tie. He was slender, handsome
and of about average build. His hair was quite long. It came down
past his shoulders. It was well-kept, beautiful hair that any young
lady would have been proud to own. He seemed to be glad to be at
church, so he agreed to come again. I became his home teacher and
Judy was my companion. In due time I learned that he was married.
His wife, Cheryl,
knew nothing about the Church, let alone know that she was married
to a member of any church. He liked animals and was working for a
veterinarian and trying to get into the veterinary school at the
After a few
months living in a small, cramped apartment in town, Carey and
Cheryl decided to move out to an old house they had found in the
country. It was about 15 miles away, but still within the ward.
They wanted a place where they could have animals.
I said I was sure
the elders quorum would help them get started in their new place. I
think he was a bit skeptical that men who didn't really know him
would be so helpful. Some members moved things out to the "new"
house. One of the elders who had a pickup truck spent a large part
of his Saturday driving to Houston to pick up beds and furniture.
We met Carey's mother in Houston. She was so nice and so
appreciative for what we were doing for her son. Members even
donated used tables and chairs to furnish the house. I am sure that
this small service project impressed the Hausmans--that people would
give time and resources to help them.
So Judy and I
visited them at their "country estate." I do remember they had a
goat and a dog named Cincinnati or "Cincy." On one of our visits,
we were talking about our temple marriage for time and eternity.
Cheryl asked how she and Carey could have such an opportunity. I
replied, "Well, first you would have to get baptized." She was so
humble and teachable that she said something like, "How do I do
that?" We told her about the missionary discussions and she agreed
to be taught. After the lessons, she agreed to be baptized. I
think Carey baptized her.
In the meantime,
Carey was called as my Assistant Scoutmaster, but Brother Young of
the bishopric told him he would first have to sacrifice his hair.
He asked Judy to cut it for him. She said she had never cut off so
much, but Carey said he didn't care, so she cut it and he looked
We moved to
Montreal soon after that, but found out that Carey did get into and
graduate from vet school. He and Cheryl were sealed in the temple.
They had ten children. Nearly all of the boys have served
missions. Most of the family members now live in and around Tomball,
Texas. One son, however, lives in Blacksburg, Virginia, where his
wife is studying landscape architecture at Virginia Polytechnical
Institute and State University.
Last week I was
at the recommend desk when Will and Alex Hausman presented their
recommends to me. I recognized the name and asked if they were
related to the Hausmans from Texas. What a joy to find out that
Will is Carey and Cheryl Hausman’s son.
Alex said she was
converted by Will. We talked briefly and then they went upstairs,
where Alex found Judy. She asked, "Can I hug you?" Then she
thanked her for giving her a husband and a church. It is also
amazing for me to contemplate how hundreds of people have been
blessed through the missionary service of the Hausmans.