Journal of Doris Eleen Betts

 

 

I have wondered where to start, and often wished someone else was writing about me. It may not belong in an auto-biography, but I think I will tell something of the life of my mother. Already entered in the computer is much from the journal of my Grandfather Hovey, and all I have about my grandmother Hovey. I have made copies of the journals of my mother, which she kept from just before she met the missionaries and joined the church until she arrived in "Zion" where she wanted to be. So each one of our children have a copy of her journal, and I will not enter it in the computer. But I would like to include a little about the rest of her life. It is hardly long enough to make a separate file. I also made copies of my father's missionary journal for our children, and it is not entered in the computer. There is something about him in the notes found with his family.

 

 

Annie Stokes Hovey

 

Annie Stokes Hovey was born 26 July 1877, in Collyweston, Northamptonshire, England, the daughter of John Thomas Stokes and Eliza Sophia Stokes, who were cousins with the same surname. The parents of John Thomas were Thomas Stokes and Mary Jane Chamberlain. The parents of Eliza Sophia Stokes were William Stokes and Ann Taylor. The parents of Thomas and William were Charles Stokes and Elizabeth Tasker.

 

Annie was the eldest in the family, as was her father in his family. Her sister Maud was born two years later, her sister Sophia (Sophie) 1886, brother William 1891. Another brother, Cecil, was born in 1893, and died 1895 of exema.

 

Annie's mother came from very well to do people. Her mother and her mother's two brothers were very talented musically and went around the country giving concerts. Her two great

uncles on her mother's side raised fine horses for the Queen's carriages. (It is interesting that my husband's great grandfather Peter Betts invented a spring which made the Queen's carriages much more comfortable to ride in, and he was Knighted for it.)

 

Annie’s father had a "green thumb" and loved gardening. He raised and sold plants to neighbors. This was his hobby. His work was in insurance, as he collected insurance premiums from the miners who worked the mines nearby. He did not make a great deal of money, and probably would have liked to spend all his time growing things. Annie's mother had her own money which lasted most of her life, so the family were well provided for, a good average middle class family.

 

Annie had what would now be called Polio in her youth, which left her feet and legs crippled. The doctors of the day wanted to break the bones in her feet and reset them to enable her to walk more comfortably, but this she would not let them do.

 

Most children of those days went to school until they were fifteen years old, then were apprenticed to some Master of a trade. Annie was apprenticed to a Dressmaker for five years, her sister Maud in the Shopkeeping trade, and Sophia got an automatic knitting machine. I think she worked in a shop also. They worked a five and a half day week. On the half day off they did the heavy work around the home, including the washing, which was far from easy then. The white clothes were boiled as well as washed. Being raised in a middle class home did not mean they did not learn to work.

 

Nevertheless they often found time to visits friends, take tea with them, and give entertainments in their homes in the evenings. In those days they provided the entertainment. Songs, skits and such things were the order of the entertainments. They seemed to do much cooking, always having pies or tarts or other goodies to pass around every time anyone came to call. Bread or meat was taken to the bake houses to be cooked, and called for when done.

 

Cleaning and blacking the stove was one of the jobs to be done often, and even oftener the taking out of the ashes.

Spring cleaning came oftener than spring, when they whitewashed all the walls and ceilings, needed because of the smoke from the open fires.

 

So Annie and her sisters grew up and learned to work, and learned a trade, and obeyed their parents. They attended the Church of England regularly. The one in the family who became somewhat "spoiled" was the one brother, William.

 

Annie finished her dressmaking apprenticeship and set up as dressmaker in a nearby town for a while. Later she returned home and did dressmaking from her parent’s home. I am not sure why she went back home, but would guess that it was to help her mother. Her sisters and brother were still at home at the time. Her sisters and mother helped her with the dressmaking when she was rushed, so they helped each other as families should.

 

One day Annie was alone downstairs, probably working or sewing, when there was a knock at the door. She started to go to the door to answer the knock, but some power seemed to make it impossible for her to move. My mother could be a very determined lady indeed, and she said to herself, "I will go and answer the door," and with renewed effort she managed to break free and go to the door. There she found two young men, who had called to see the lady of the house as they had been told she had a room to rent.

 

My mother went upstairs to tell her mother the gentlemen wanted to see her. Her aunt was there, and she said to her aunt, "I have the strangest feeling that the coming of those men will change my whole life."

 

The young men rented the room, and as all good missionaries do, preceded every chance they had, to tell members of the family about the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Book of Mormon and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

 

My grandmother was very good to the young men, who did not seem to have very much to eat, so she often sent them things to add to what they were having. They often had only bread and onions for supper. (I wonder if that is why I like so much to have bread and thin slices of raw onion for my supper?)

 

My grandparents listened to the young men and were good to them, but were not interested in their message. But my mother and her sister Maud were interested in what they had to say. They read the Book of Mormon and my mother received that "Burning in the bosom" which told her beyond any doubt that it was true. Maud too decided it was true.

 

Then my grandparents were very upset that they had converted their daughters, and told the missionaries to leave the house. They wanted their daughters to have nothing more to do with them. But for once they did not obey their parents, and it was a very hard thing to do, for until that time they had always obeyed their parents. They were of age to act for themselves so they were baptized. Things were not as comfortable around home after that, and while the missionaries

did come back to visit the girls, their parents did not want them there.

 

But while there were the two of them to go together to meetings and conferences, and read the scriptures and have prayers together it was not bad. Then after being faithful for some time, I do not know just how long, my aunt began to go out with a young man who had been ordained minister for another church. At first he would go to her church with her if she would in turn go to his church. So it is not hard to guess that before long she left the church.

 

Then my mother felt lonely indeed, with her parents wanting her to do as her sister had done, leave the church. Her father was quite antagonistic against the missionaries so they could hardly come to strengthen her. She had one good friend who told her she could come and live at her house if her parents put her out. This friend was very good to her and to the missionaries, although she did not join the church while my mother knew her.

 

So it is no wonder that Annie longed to go to "Zion" where she would be with other members of the church. She was the only member in the village where they lived, and it was a long walk to church, which she did faithfully, even if lame.

 

So Annie sewed and saved to earn enough money to go to Zion.

It took quite a while but finally she had enough. The conference president told her he thought she should go to Canada, as there were more opportunities for young people there.

 

After Annie joined the church she would not date young men who were not members of the church. So as there were none such in her vicinity, she did not go out with any young men.

 

By 1902 she was ready to leave England. The church looked for some one else going to Canada, so she would know someone for the trip. They found a girl; although she did not have much in common with her other than that she too was going to Canada. It was a sad goodbye to her family. Her mother went to the ship with her and they had their picture taken together. Not a bit of a smile between them. As my mother put it, she left "dear old England," leaving every member of her family there. She did not see England again in this life.

 

On the ship she found the girl she was traveling with had head lice, and it was necessary to wash her waist long hair every day to keep the pests away. The girl was going to Stirling, Alberta, Canada, so she had decided to go there also.

 

When she arrived in Stirling, she wrote in her journal, as the closing remark "My dream was realized, I was with the people of God."

 

We have the gospel of Jesus Christ today because our parents and grandparents had the courage to give their all that we might have it. What a debt we owe to them.

 

But life was not easy for her after realizing her dreams. She did dressmaking to make a living, and not a easy living either. One day Grafton G. Hovey sat in a meeting in Stirling and noticed a young lady sitting on a bench ahead of him. After looking at her he said, there is the woman I want for my wife. Talk about sudden romance. He was 35 years old and old enough to know his own mind. And my mother was willing, because he could take her to the temple to be married. She knew she did not want to throw away all she had suffered for by marrying out of the church.

 

So she had done everything the way she believed it should be done by a member of the true church. But her sorrows were not over. They wanted a family, but did not have a baby for five years. Then because of a difficult birth the baby was stillborn. The baby would have been a son, just what my father wanted. But it was not to be. The next child was myself, and I was strong and healthy, and had too much of the wild blood of Ephraim to be an easy child to raise, especially for parents past their youth.

 

Later Annie had twin girls, and lost one stillborn because the doctor was "under the influence" and smothered the unborn twin. The other little girl lived to six weeks and contracted whooping cough. Babies that age are supposed to be immune to communicable diseases, but she caught it from me and died from it. One child left out of the four. A child who felt that in some way she was responsible for the baby's death. And so acted as mean as could be because she did not know what else to do. Poor parents.

 

As the Lord says He tries those he loves, I can only assume he loved my mother and father very much.

 

Life on a farm in Canada was very different from life in England as Annie had lived it. But she did her best, and worked as hard as she was able to. When I was seven they bought a home in the town of Raymond, and my mother lived there most of the time. My father went back and forth to farm, and during the busy times stayed at the farm, and came to town a couple of times a week. All so I could go to school, I think. We all stayed on the farm in the school vacation.

 

Annie always told people about the gospel. From the time she was converted, she went around her village in England to the homes of the people and told them about it, but neither her efforts or those of the missionaries succeeded in bringing any others into the gospel while she was there.

 

Considering her lameness, my mother accomplished a surprising amount of work. Always busy. And nearly always suffering with pain in her legs and feet. She did all the genealogical work she could, and attended the temple as often as possible.

 

I did not know how she likely felt when I went to Lethbridge to school and left her alone in the house when my father was away. We all have to experience these things for ourselves.

 

And I grew up, and got married, and a few years later my father had a growth which was found to be cancer. As it grew into his head, he had to go to Oliver, Alberta for the last months of his life. My mother lived 25 years as a widow after he died, and carried his picture in her purse for all of that time. They were married for all eternity.

 

Mother sold her home in Raymond when we moved to the farm to look after it, and lived in the small house we had in Raymond. When we moved to Rosemary she came with us and lived with us off and on until her death. It was rather lonely for her on our farm in Rosemary, so from time to time she visited friends in Raymond, and for a while lived with a niece of my father who was alone too.

 

She could often be found reading the scriptures in her room. I seem to remember that she often read the Doctrine and Covenants and I have a picture in my mind of her sitting in her rocking chair reading it. And if she was not reading she was sewing. She did much sewing for other people all her life, and especially for me and my family. I think she likely did some sewing the year she died. From the time she was converted to the gospel until her death she had a strong testimony, and it never wavered.

 

One of her happiest times was when the first grandson went on a mission. Always she wanted to "make repayment" for the sacrifice of the missionaries who brought the gospel to her. As she did not have a son to go on a mission a grandson was the next best. Many of the missionaries she knew in England had left wives and children to go on a mission, so it was indeed a sacrifice for them and their families. Her cup of joy was full when two more grandsons went on missions. I know her eye is on all her descendants hoping many of them will go on missions also. And especially that they will find the joy she found in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

 

She died at age 88 in the hospital in Brooks, Alberta.

 

 

 

Autobiography of Doris Hovey Betts
Born 7 July 1912, Stirling, Alberta, Canada

 

I think because my mother had such a difficult time when she had her first child, when the second was expected Grandmother Stokes came to Canada to be with her. Everything went well, except that my father was then and ever after very disappointed that I was not a boy. He did not dislike having a daughter, but wanted a son also. But in this life he did not have his desire.

 

I grew up on the farm until I was seven. I can remember playing outside, and often running into the house to ask my mother "what can I do?" With an only child that seems to be an eternal question.

 

I did have a few playmates, only in the summers. A couple who had a farm half a mile away had adopted a Hawaiian girl while on their mission. I remember playing with a young duck we had captured and put in a tub of water. And on the west side of them there was a family named Anderson with a little boy. We also played or fought with him, as the occasion demanded. The little girl died the year we moved to town so I could go to school. She did not have the resistance the Canadian children had to colds and related troubles. The boy Dennis lived with us for a year as his mother died.

 

We went to church in Stirling, and the visits my parents made there were hard for me to bear. Father's relatives lived there, and he and mother enjoyed visiting with them. The children did not know me, and I was like a strange chicken flung in a coop full of chickens. They spoke to each other in sign languages so I would not know what they were talking about, and made fun of me in every way they could, laughing at everything I said. In other words I was no friend of theirs and they wished I was not there to spoil their time with their friends. I wonder if parents ever realize what they are doing when they tell their child "run out and play with the nice children." That just isn't the way it should be done. Children do resent being told to play with the visitor which spoils all their fun. We would all have been much happier if they had let me sit quietly on a chair by myself until they were ready to leave.

 

This probably influenced my life to some extent and it seemed easier to be by myself than make efforts to be friendly. The same girls, later then they wanted to come to Raymond for a dance or entertainment and wanted some place to stay and eat, were very friendly with me, or tried to be. I think I managed to be nice to them, which seemed to be quite an achievement to me at the time.

 

After the death of my twin sisters, my father thought it might help my mother to take her on a trip to visit his folks. He never felt he had the money to send her home to England to visit, and likely would not have sent her so far away anyway. It was a long slow trip in those days. So the three of us got on a train and went to Salt Lake. We had to go in the winter during the time there was not much needed doing on the farm. Father's brother James lived there, and we had a nice visit. I remember that year there was much snow on the streets. My uncle had only one daughter left at home, named Rozina. She was surely very nice to me and I had a great time. My first visit to the United States. I was about five years old.

 

I remember that my father had given my mother some gold pieces for the trip, each worth $20.00, which was quite a bit of money then. I thought those gold pieces were just what I wanted, and coaxed my mother to let me hold them. She was a softie and let me take them. When my father saw that I had them he took them away from me and kept them himself. My mother was too proud to ask for money after that, and did not spend a cent on the trip. My father could not stand having money carelessly handled, he had found it too hard to come by. So I am not sure how much good the trip did for my mother, but she did enjoy visiting.

 

We also met two of my father's sisters. They seemed very tall and stern to me at age near five. Later they came to visit us and tried their best to reform me, so I was still of the same opinion. I was terrified of thunder storms as a child, and never have liked them as an adult. We had a bad storm while the aunts were visiting. I knew I was very wicked and they were always so good, so I crept up to one of the chairs an aunt was sitting on, and put my feet on a spindle of the chair. That, I was sure, would protect me because I was right by her and she was so good she was sure to be protected. And she was.

 

By the time I had children of my own I just had to overcome my fear of thunder and lightening, at least enough so that I could raise my children without them being frightened to storms. I think I succeeded. Maybe it could be because they thought I was so silly to be frightened of them. I fear kids can always tell if you are frightened.

 

When I was a baby the way to go anywhere was by buggy and horse. My mother learned to drive the horse, but was, I am sure, very nervous about doing it. Once when I was a small baby we, my mother and grandmother and I, were driving to Stirling when one of the lines either broke or came off the bridle. This frightened the horse so that it ran in various sized circles. My mother's concern was all for me, and she managed to toss me lightly out onto a bank by the side of the road. Finally the horse quieted down, and no one was hurt.

 

I can't remember how old I was when my mother's brother William came to stay with us. He was a young man and wanted to do something different as young men do. He worked for my father on the farm, and tried his patience no end. A green Englishman, and one who did not learn fast enough to suit my father, but he put up with him as he was mother's brother.

 

William liked to encourage me to do things my parents did not want me to do. I could always run to him and hide after doing something I should not have done. That is not good for a child. Uncle Willie had a bit of an ornery disposition.

 

I can still see him riding off in the evenings. He never did learn to ride a horse with any elegance. Both arms would flop up and down with each move of the horse, and it was quite a sight. On those evenings he stayed at home he embroidered. A man embroidering? Many of the men in England would knit or embroider or something like that. He made some very nice things. I remember a table cover he made in cross stitch and gave to my mother. He was always her little brother Willie to her.

 

When the world war came along he was very frightened that he would be drafted back to England and have to fight. He did not want to go in the army. He got the war news as often as possible and seemed so worried about it that I was frightened of that war. I did not really know what it was, but to me it was very frightening.

 

My aunt told us that he came back to England with enough money to start up in business. We could never figure out how he got it, as he certainly did not save that much out of farm wages. Perhaps on those evenings he went out he gambled in some form. Just a guess.

 

Then when I was still a small child my father decided to get a Ford car. I am sure he thought long and carefully before doing such a daring thing. He learned to drive, but it was much longer before he learned that saying "Whoa" did not stop a car. The special occasions were going to Lethbridge in that car. It was about 20 miles, but no trip taken today can seem as long. We had to go up temple hill, and the car did not like hills. So Mother and I got out and tried to push while father drove up the hill.

 

One time on such a trip in Lethbridge father did not notice a train coming and drove over the track. My mother screamed and it seemed to me that the train passed within an inch of our back wheels. But a miss is as good as a mile, but safer to have the mile.

 

One of the things I can still remember is when we went to the dedication of the Cardston Temple. I think my age was somewhere around eight years, no older anyway. We could pick up bits of material left from building the temple. I remember little square tiles that I found. And as I was standing right up front at the time of the dedication, when President Grant came out after the dedication was over, and he shook hands with a very few people, I was fortunate to be one of them. How my mother wanted to shake his hand, but he had time to shake no more after mine. My parents bought a heavy piece of glass with a picture of the temple in the back, and it looked three-dimensional from the front. Never heard of three-dimensional then, of course. I wonder what happened to that? Can't remember.

 

So we moved to Raymond and I started school at age seven. I did not have any trouble with the school work, but getting along with the other students was not always easy. But I had plenty of friends, and got into trouble along with them without any effort. Maybe I led them into trouble, at least we usually found it. When there are two parents, and only one child, they do seem to have a lot of time to correct you! This is likely as difficult as not having enough attention.

 

My parents took me to all the church meetings, and there were three on Sunday then. Sunday School in the morning, sacrament meeting in the afternoon, and a meeting called Mutual meeting in the evening. This was a meeting like the afternoon one, except that it was where returned missionaries spoke, and visiting speakers, etc. As you may guess, that was a lot of meetings for a child. On a hot summer day it seemed the hardest thing in the world to go to the afternoon meeting. I never objected to going to Sunday School or the evening meeting. But object I did to the afternoon meeting. To no effect. If necessary my father took me in hand, literally, and marched me to church.

 

You might think that would cause me to stop going to church when I was old enough. Not so. I always knew that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was the true church of our Heavenly Father. I knew Jesus Christ had died for us, and the least we could do was try to do as he wanted us to do. And I still feel the same way, and pray I will endure to the end and be as staunch as my forefathers. I don't want them to be ashamed of me when we meet over there.

 

I was a conscientious student, and could not bear to get a low mark for anything. Usually I was about third place in the marks, always there were two people who got a mark or two better than I did.

 

Soon after we moved to Raymond my parents purchased a new piano so that I could become a good musician. My mother always wanted to play and sing. But the good singing voice others in her family enjoyed did not come to her, but she did the best she could with what she had. I was either fortunate or unfortunate to have Lorenzo Snow Mitchell for my piano teacher. He later went to Salt Lake City and became a great musician there. But he was far too kind and gentle for a music teacher. He was there to teach you. You could learn if you liked, but if you didn't you could get away with that.

 

Children usually like to play better than practice the piano, and I was no different. I also liked to work in the garden better than practice. But I did get through some grades and play not too badly, but had one problem I have never overcome. I could not play in public, no matter how much I wanted to. So I have only played for my own satisfaction. Every time I tried to play in public everything that made my playing worth listening to deserted me.

 

One of the usual chores before going to school on washday was turning the washer with a stick in a socket that ran the washer. No electricity or gas motors. How tired a kid could get of swinging that washer stick back and forth. And if I got into too much trouble that washer stick made a good punishment rod. Once I was late because I had to swing the stick too long. How unfair that was, for I had never been late before and thought it a terrible thing to happen to me.

 

When I was a child I remember keeping my small bit of spending money in a little tin cough drop box. That money was saved for a long time until we went to the Fair. If I had 35 cents to spend there, I was probably the richest child there. Those were the days when a nickel bought a nickel’s worth. And a Fair was the place to spend money, and faster than a wink.

 

I could howl very loudly when I put my mind to it. One time my father decided I really must be punished. I am sure I did not get a fraction of the punishment I earned, as he hardly ever chastized me. But this time he gave me a switching with a willow stick, and I howled loud enough to bring the neighbors, who lived half a mile away, out where they could see what terrible thing had happened to me. My father did not deserve that embarrassment. I can't remember that he punished me after that.

 

I always liked to raise plants, and helped my mother in the garden. She must have had her father's green thumb too. I remember she usually had nice ripe tomatoes by July 1.

I liked to raise flowers and in the growing season I was usually busy in my spare time around the yard. You would not think that would cause trouble for me, but it did. The neighbors seeing me digging and spading and working would say to their children "Why don't you do something in the yard like Doris, you never help make it look better around here and etc." and that did not make me popular. There seems to be nothing that turns a person against you faster than for someone to say they should be like you.

 

When we were living in Raymond the job I hated the most was mopping the kitchen floor, which I had to do every Saturday afternoon. Why, mopping that floor actually made me sick, but it was surprising how fact I felt better after I had finished doing it.

 

As my father was out at the farm most of the time we lived in town, I automatically became the man of the house. My mother was not strong, so I tried to do the hard work, and the chores. I painted the ceilings and walls and woodwork in the house, and finally decided the outside needed painting too. At this time I was probably about fourteen or fifteen. So I painted all the outside of the house, which anyone could do, but for me it was especially hard as I hated high places. I had to force myself to paint around the top of the house.

 

But my green thumb persisted through the years, and I went from failure to failure, without a great deal of encourage-

meant from the results. I just liked doing it.

 

I do not know, not having tried it with brothers and sisters, but perhaps being the only child makes one more serious, and more apt to take the weight of the world on your shoulders. A neighbor man liked to ask me questions to hear my answers, which were more like an adult speaking. I spoke with adults all the time at home, so why not.

 

In spite of being strong physically, I got bad colds every winter. One winter I had one so bad my parents were sure they were going to lose me. I suppose it was pneumonia. How my poor mother managed all that nursing and worry I will never know, because she was not physically strong. She jumped at every sound I made, thinking I must be dying. I did not get well for a long time, and looked like a ghost when I first tried to walk.

 

I must not forget to write about my first date. Don't think the kids now days would win a prize for early dating. I think it might have been in grade three or four, and the boy sitting across the aisle asked me for a date. What excitement. Nobody else in the class was dating, but I suppose someone had to start it. He took me to an entertainment in the Opera House, and we shyly held hands as we walked across the alley from the school. This Opera House was built about the year my father came to Canada. We saw some great things there. The Chataquawa (I no longer know the correct spelling, but that is about as it sounds.) was the best entertainment. What fun that was. There is nothing like it now. It was a professional entertainment and came to the Opera House about every year when I was young. That was something no one wanted to miss. That and the country Fair.

 

One summer, after we had gone to Raymond for Church, we could see a storm coming, but wanted to get back to the farm before the storm broke. So we started out but did not make it. The storm brought thunder and lightening and hailstones as large as golf balls. The sides of the car consisted of "curtains" made of fairly heavy material. They were not heavy enough for the hail though. My mother shrieked out that she had been hit, and she thought she had been hit by the lightening, but it was by the hail. Made a very nasty bruise. We turned around and went back to the house in Raymond and found the windows had been broken out on the storm side of the house. That took care of the crops for that year for many farmers, but I can't remember if the farm was in the area that caught storm. It seems like it missed the worst of it.

 

Blizzards were common in those days in southern Alberta too.

 

When we lived in Raymond during the school year, we needed milk, so we kept a cow or two in town for that purpose. That was a common thing then. We had a small pasture and a barn and small chicken house on the home lot. So I learned to milk cows fairly early and had that job. Also feeding them.

 

 

So wear old clothes to milk night and morning, and change clothes for school. And change after milking in the evening.

Early on I got tired of changing clothes. One Sunday I missed changing my shoes and wore the old milk splattered ones to evening meeting. Of course I noticed it immediately I got in the building. That was a very uncomfortable meeting, worse than wearing odd shoes.

 

As my father did not have the son he wanted, and he needed the help of one on the farm, I did some of the things a brother would have done. I can remember staying out of school to help in the harvest, mainly stooking grain. When night came I thought I had never been so tired, or ever would be again. Those bundles of grain were ALL very heavy.

I suppose it is no wonder I was at least half tomboy.

 

As my mother was a dressmaker I started to sew at an early age. She was always willing to teach me what she knew, but never did I come even close to sewing as well as she did. Had I put in as many hours sewing I might have reached the same perfection. I was not afraid to tackle anything anyway. At about age 14 I made my own winter coat, and my friends would not believe that I had made it.

 

In my early teens I wanted to embroider everything, bed spreads, dresser runners, table covers, any kind of fancy work. I knit and crocheted and tatted, and hooked rugs. I also painted on cloth and all such things. I think I did so much of that kind of work I did not want to do much of it after I was older.

 

One winter my father made arrangements to have the stock on the farm looked after by a neighbor, and prepared to serve a six month's mission for the church. He left two cows in town for me to milk, with sufficient feed. One of the cows liked to kick and I was frightened of her. I kept trying to milk her, but was not old enough to have enough authority to make her behave. She ended up going dry. My father went to ST. Paul, Minn. on his mission, and enjoyed it. He had served a full time mission in California before moving to Canada.

 

When I was fourteen years of age, my parents took a seven year old girl to live with us. The difference in age made it impossible for us to be close friends at that time although I do not remember any particular difficulties between us. She was the daughter of Howard's cousin, and her mother had died. Her father did not keep the children together as he could not look after them. When she was sixteen she left to live with friends. We kept in touch with her and visited her after she was married. Her name was Georgina Crawford, and she married Paul Woolersheim and they lived in Blackie, Alberta. Georgina died of cancer when her youngest children were in their teens, and her husband died not too long afterwards.

 

In those days we did not have disposable sacrament cups. The Bee Hive girls, so called, were called to wash the sacrament cups each Sunday. We all had plenty of turns. Each cup had to be well washed and dried. And it was a good sized ward. That kept us out of mischief for a while.

 

My parents, being staunch members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints taught me well in the scriptures and doctrines of the church. Many hours my mother read to me from the Book of Mormon, until I read it for myself. I went through all the classes for girls, and the full young women's program. As soon as I was 17 I was called to teach a small group of girls barely two years younger than myself.

A year or so later I was called to be Stake Sunday School Secretary.

 

After public school I attended the Raymond School of Agriculture for two years. This school had high school subjects and also subjects relating to farms for the boys and housekeeping and sewing for the girls. We also studied Horticulture. In the second year after, supposedly, learning to cook, we cooked and served a banquet to the staff. That was a very nerve wracking experience.

 

Another was when I and another girl were assigned to clean the coal cook stove. We had sets of instructions, which said WASH ALL REMOVEABLE PARTS OF THE STOVE. As you may guess, all the lids were removable, as well as the sections between them, They were also covered with a quarter inch of soot. Well, we followed the instructions to the letter. We had to wash them in strong washing soda. Our hands were imbedded with soot for some time, and our white aprons which we had to wear were not white that day. I think the instructor when she came around was sorry she had not thought to tell us to over-look that part of the instructions.

 

But all in all I have always been glad I attended that school. Not only did I learn a few things, but I had a great time. I walked to the school, and it was over a mile. In winter it was possible to get rather frost bitten. And one time a train man offered me a ride on the engine, and I was foolish enough to take it. Rather dirty.

 

After that school, I went to Lethbridge to the Garbutt Business College. I stayed in the home of a mortician. I enjoyed the school and graduated, but found that I would have liked more experience before taking a job. I went back home and got a job at the Raymond School of Agriculture where I had been a student. I liked it there and stayed until the school closed. Then I worked in the Sugar Factory during the run. I ran the adding machine which totalled the weight of the beets delivered to the factory. I also worked there a little while when the stenographer went on vacation. After the run they offered me a full time job but we had decided to get married and so I thought I would only work again during the run, which I did until Denyse was born.

 

What did young people do for dates in those days. We went to motion picture shows, to church and church functions, visited in the homes as now, and sometimes took trips. To row in a boat on a lake near Lethbridge, and attend entertainments in Lethbridge. Visit the gardens there. A couple of times at least Howard and I and his sister and her boy friend went to Waterton Lakes, a pleasure resort in the mountains. About sixty miles from Raymond if I remember. Not so different, but not so easy to get cars to go around in.

 

Howard had been the boy across the road, as his family had moved into the house across the main road from us when I was about age twelve. He had two sisters, one about the same age as I was, Effie, and Lenna who was a couple of years or so older. We became friends. Not long after this "they" were saying Howard and I had a very bad case of puppy love. For years some horrid boys in the neighborhood called me Howard. And they had chosen a great way to make life miserable for me. Years later I met one of those boys then grown up to a middle aged man, and to my surprise he seemed to be a nice fellow. I would never have believed that could happen when I was young. It is not only in this age that young people date too early, I have to admit.

 

We had been going together for some time before getting married in the Alberta Temple 13 Jan. 1932. I think we chose the coldest day of the winter to get married. We went to Cardston by bus from Raymond, and to make it even better the heating system of the bus failed. That took more than love to keep us warm. My father gave us a little house he had in Raymond and we lived there for some time.

 

I had a garden and some flowers and could always keep busy.

A few times I went with Howard when he went to work for farmers and the land was a distance away. After Denyse was born I did not go out to work again until after our youngest son was twenty-three. So I stayed home and looked after the children, and after we went on the farm, raised chickens and turkeys and helped on the farm.

 

One day about a month before Denyse was born, there was a great storm of lightening and thunder. The Lightening hit the electrical wire near our house and knocked the electrical meter from the wall, and it rolled to my feet. As I was frightened of Lightening anyway, it was a wonder that Denyse was not marked in some way by this occurrence.

 

When Denyse was about 18 months, my father developed signs of cancer. He had a brown spot on the side of his face, and the doctor told him he should have it removed. But he grew up in the days when you never went to a doctor unless all else failed, so he did not have it done, and it turned to cancer. It grew into his head, and of course he could no longer be responsible for all his actions. This was a terrible time for all of us, and finally we had to let him to go Oliver, where he stayed until his death. For years afterwards I dreamed about him and what he had to suffer. It was hard to understand why a righteous man should have to suffer so much. We felt we could not stand it, but had to.

 

So we had to move to the farm to take care of it. Mother sold her house and lived in our little house in town. On the farm we lived in the house my father built as his first house there.

 

The other three children were born while we were living on the farm there. We found plenty of work to do there. The farm was not big enough to make a good living, but it seemed to take as much work. We had some cattle, hogs and I raised some turkeys. The turkeys were a lot of work, as we did not have a barn for them. When the hens started laying it was too cold for the eggs to be left out, and it seemed like I spent my time hunting to find where they hid their nests. I managed to find enough to raise a flock of turkeys. I waited until I found the hen sitting on the nest all the time, and put enough eggs back for her to sit on. Usually some of them hatched. One year I raised 115 mature turkeys from 12 mother hens, and of course a gobbler.

 

The flocks, after the young were large, would take to wandering to the neighbors, and it was a job to bring them back. We lost turkeys that way too, as the neighbors raised a few turkeys and were sure some of ours belonged to them, and accused us of stealing them. Their turkeys wandered to our place first, and so mixed with ours and started them wandering. But rather than have a fight over it, we let them have what they claimed, although I knew they were the ones I had raised. We sold the turkeys after dressing them, and that was work too.

 

My father always told me that I could drive his car if he did not have to teach me to drive. No Drivers Ed. then.

And it always turned out that someone who said "sure, I will be glad to teach you to drive" ended up not doing so. It was not until 1937 I learned to drive, the year Colin was born. Colin was born in the poorest year we had on the Raymond farm. I remember driving to town and buying a pound of hamburger the week before he was born. That was a great treat for us, and tasted so good.

 

We raised grain and hay, and sugar beets. We had a Japanese family from Vancouver to work in the beets. During the war they moved the Japanese people from the coast area. They took all they possessed and gave them very little for it. The Japanese had to take any kind of work they could find during the war. We built a shack for them to live in, that was all we could afford, as we were about as poor as they were then. They were good workers and we liked them.

 

It was a job watching the children and getting the work done. I would have to feed hay crews, and men who helped haul the beets and other things. We had help from time to time. It was a good thing a new mother got to stay in the hospital for ten days then, it was the only rest we got.

I did get sick a couple of times and had to "rest".

 

We did not have a car much of the time. We had to have a tractor, and could not have both. So we rode to town in a trailer Howard built, pulled back of the tractor. I could not have a church position when we did not have a car. And the only time anyone from the Relief Society came to visit me was in the fall when they wanted to have a turkey dinner.

Then the Presidency would come out in their fine car and fine clothes, and into our humble home, and ask me to donate the turkeys. And so I did. Had to dress them too, of course.

 

While we went to town in the trailer, we would take the children to Sunday school, but as meeting was at night we did not feel we could take them to that. With the trailer it took some time to get home and was too late for them to be up.

 

We milked cows, and I traded butter for groceries. We could only have meat in the winter, when it could be kept frozen. So we had some chickens for meat in the summer. We did not have a refrigerator. We used a hole dug in the ground, with a cover. It would keep milk and water and butter cool for a day or two, but we were not able to keep meat long that way.

We had a coal stove and heater. I used flat irons heated on the coal stove, and everything needed ironing, no perma-press. Later I got a gas iron. We used coal oil lamps at first, and when we got a gas lamp we thought we had enough light for anything.

 

For a while after we moved to the Raymond farm I went back to town to wash with the washer there, but the washer was not too reliable. Later Howard traded a load of wheat for a used Maytag washer. We got a gas motor and I could wash on the farm, when I could start the motor, or Howard started it for me. Many a time I started that motor when it stopped by a prayer. And sometimes nothing worked and I had to leave the washing in the middle and do it another day. That was frustrating as the water had to be hauled from the well for washing, and then heated on the stove in a boiler. Twice seemed too much, with all there was to do. And a load of wheat was a high price to pay for a washer.

 

One time we were all caught in town by a blizzard. Howard was worried about a heifer which was due to calve, but could do nothing about it until the storm stopped, when he walked to the farm. He hunted for the heifer, and found her and knew she had calved. He had little hope of finding the calf. She was standing by a small irrigation ditch, and he dug down through the snow to the bottom of the ditch. To his surprise he found the calf snug and warm under the snow and very much alive.

 

The house needed insulation but we had no money to do it, so were none too warm on the farm during the winter. The only warm place sometimes seemed to be in bed. For us, that is. It was a nightmare to keep the smallest child covered. No matter how cold they always kick off all the covers and lie there happily getting colder and colder. After trying sewing them in sleeping bags, and having them still get out, I often took them to bed with us. Then we knew they were warm, and so were we, if sometimes rather damp. (No plastic diaper covers in those days).

 

Several times we were storm bound in Raymond when I had gone there to wash. Howard would leave me and the children there and go back to work on the farm. Several times he walked through deep snow to bring a pail of milk to town for the children. You could not buy milk in the stores, but had to order it through a dairy and then they would deliver it, but you could not order it for only one or two days, nor get it delivered immediately when you ordered it. So we had to have milk, for the youngest at the time if not the others. We had a few good blizzards while we lived on the Raymond farm.

 

We tried to teach the children not to play with matches, but I suppose it only made them more determined to find out what matches were all about. One day Colin and Rod made a fire under our bed. Why under our bed? It was, they thought, big enough to hide what they were doing. I could smell smoke however so stopped that before the bedding caught fire.

 

Howard needed help in driving the tractor, especially one time when a calf belonging to his father which he was pasturing got away and headed back home. He and Colin went on the tractor to bring it back. They found the calf all right but Colin could not drive it the way it did not want to go. So Colin had to drive the tractor while Howard drove the calf back. Colin was six at that time and after that was soon driving the truck as well, but on the farm only. In those days when you needed help the children had to supply it, sometimes anyway.

 

We only had 40 acres of the farm that was irrigated, where we raised hay and beets. Several years the rest of the land was too dry for a good crop. So it sounded good when a man named Bishop Norton spoke at conference and told us what a good place Rosemary was to live and raise a family. All irrigated land and sure crops. Howard was not a bit interested at first, and said he had all the irrigation he wanted to handle. He was not going. But gradually something changed his mind and we ended up selling the farm and moving to Rosemary. We finally got everything packed up and on the train and wagon, and went by car on March 17, 1945.

 

What a move that was, as we took everything. Literally everything. I said I would never move again if we had to take everything we had on a farm with us. Cattle and horses went by train, and everything that we did not need immediately. A loaded wagon took the things we felt we had to have until the train load arrived. I even took a few plants with me, as it was warm enough in March that year to dig them up and plant them in Rosemary.

 

Being warm in Rosemary was what caused us to get stuck when we were nearly there. Had to get a new neighbor out of bed to pull us out with his tractor. When the cattle got there, they wanted to go back home right away, and were very hard to drive to the new farm from the train. After they got there they got away again later and started for home. A man saw them and corralled them and milked the cows, and we found them the next morning.

 

It took a long time to get everything settled in the house. There was painting to be done on some floors before putting all the furniture in, some changing and fixing.

 

We were afraid that the move would upset Bartly as he was three years the following May 28th, and every time we had taken him anywhere he wanted to go home. The first morning he awakened in the house in Rosemary, he looked around and said "I like this house" and there was no wanting to go back home. It was home. That helped make it all easier.

 

On the Raymond farm the children could walk a half mile and catch a school bus by the time Colin started. Denyse had stayed in town with her Grandmother before that, and they both stayed in town during the winter. In Rosemary it was also a half mile to catch the school bus, and they could not stay in town. So they could easily walk the distance if the weather was not too cold.

 

When it was cold, but not below 11 degrees F, I would watch from the window until the school bus passed our corner. If the children were ready they could jog and run to the corner before they got too cold and catch the bus on the way back from Kunkles. When it was below 11 degrees their father took them to the corner. When the roads were so bad that the bus could not come, he took them all the way to town, riding in a box fastened on the back of the tractor.

 

Oh, that Rosemary mud, called Rosemary Gumbo by the people there. In rainy weather the children came home plastered with mud to the knees, more if they fell down. I had to scrape the mud off with a knife, and have them take the muddy clothes off in the entrance before going into the house.

 

Children always have a good time on a farm, and ours were no exception. There was a big "swimming hole" in the canal close to the house, where they had lots of fun. There were horses and a dog and cats, and gophers to catch and shoot. And soon chores that were not much fun. Just can't get away from work on a farm, especially an irrigated farm.

 

We always went to church, and there were people there we knew, and others we soon knew. The boys made friends and liked to go. Denyse had lots of friends in the church in Raymond but the move to Rosemary was not good for her. There were no girls her age at church and she had to take one year of primary the only one in the class. It was not much better when she got in the Bee Hives. One year alone there too. Then the local leaders told her if she would try to catch up she could go in the class ahead. Then the Stake Leaders said no, she could not. I think it would have been better for her if we had stayed in Raymond.

 

It was not always easy to get to Sunday School on time with the chores which had to be done first. But you could always do it if you got up early enough.

 

It is not much fun to start school, especially for boys used to running free on a farm. Denyse and Colin started in Raymond, and Rod started in Rosemary. It was hard for him. Bartly seemed more outgoing and seemed to like school.

 

We had some good blizzards in Rosemary too. One time we barely made it back from church, which dismissed early so we could all get home. Mother was with us and I do not know what we would have done if we had got stalled. Fortunately we made it into our yard. That storm filled the closed car with snow to the roof during the storm.

 

Another time we were snowbound for six weeks. We had to make a trail through the fields, following places where the wind had blown the snow away. We used this trail when we had to get out, but the children missed much school, as did other students. I think they rather liked that. One time when the roads were plowed out after a storm, there were banks of snow seven feet high on each side of the road, so it was somewhat like going through a tunnel.

 

The time seemed to fly by on muddy roads and snowbound winters. Later we had better roads. And of course there was much good weather too.

 

We did not have electricity on the Rosemary farm either when we went there. No phone, and coal stove and furnace. When the North wind blew hard and strong in cold weather the only warm place was still around the kitchen stove. Before too long we got electricity and a deep freeze, but did not have a refrigerator. When I needed to keep the turkey eggs cool we got what was called a "cooler" which was big and seemed to take up about half our kitchen.

 

The first year in Rosemary we tried a few potatoes, and they turned out so well we planted more the next year. Howard's brothers had returned from the war by the next year and Lawrence helped us for a year, and Ing got a farm of his own and Bud helped him for a year.

 

That first year we found we had not left all the wind behind us. One of the reasons I wanted to leave the Raymond farm was the wind which blew dust into the house all the month of March and other times too. Now the spring we arrived in Rosemary a big wind came up and blew dust into every crack and crevice of the house. It was a Sunday morning early when it started, and we felt too dirty with all the dust to try going to see if they were having church. So we went off to visit Effie and Lovett in High River. It was a good visit and we enjoyed it. But I did not enjoy it when we got home and I saw all I had to clean up. It was a long time before all the dust was cleaned away.

 

I was always home when the children came home from school, but often out in a field or cleaning a poultry house. I liked working outside better than housework. The only problem I could not stand to have the housework left either, so tried to do both.

 

It was not long after we went to Rosemary that I was asked to be Relief Society President. I certainly felt unequal to the task, as I had not held a position in the church for a while. I tried my best and had good counsellors. One time I was notified of a death and the car was away, so I rode to town on Sweetheart. I felt silly riding a horse to town, so tied her a little way out of town to a fence and walked in.

 

I suppose I learned more than anyone else did. I remember one thing I learned was that you never ask one sister who considers herself a midwife to help another sister who thinks the same. Even if they are both sisters in the ward and should be willing to help where ever needed. And I found out that some husbands and fathers can be unbelievably helpless when something needs to be done. I had not before seen anyone so unable to cope with what had to be done.

 

And I learned how willing to do things are most of the sisters in a ward, and learned to love those I dealt with, which is the main thing you need to learn. And that no matter how busy you are you can do it. I know I was able to do it because my mother did so many things at home so that I could be away. Later on I was again called to be Relief Society President. I was called to teach children, but have to admit I was far from good at it. I just lacked something all teachers need to have. I taught the gospel doctrine class for years and found that much easier than teaching children.

 

And in between I found time to be, at various times, Speech Director, Sunday School teacher, young girls secretary (attendance), Relief Society Secretary, member of genealogical committee, Stake Board member- Sunday School, Relief Society Visiting Teacher, Literature Leader, and Theology leader in Relief Society. But when they asked me to put on a drama, I actually was too busy. They also asked me if I would be on the building committee when they were going to build the new church. This was a big surprise to me, but I started jotting down things I thought were important. I had not had experience in building, but I had experience in living in houses which were not built as they should be, and I started from there. I got quite enthusiastic about it. And then I found out that when they had a meeting of the committee I was not advised of the date and time. In fact it seemed as if I had not been asked to be on the committee and no one missed me. I suppose someone, or perhaps more, thought I should not have been asked. Perhaps if I had asked around enough I might have found out when a meeting was and attended. But that did not seem the thing to do, as they notified everyone else.

 

I suppose everyone is given tests in this life to see what they will do. Perhaps this was just a test for me. I may not have been smart enough to be on the building committee, but I was smart enough to know that if I let this snub direct turn me away from the church I would hurt myself more than anyone else could. I was fortunate to know that the best thing to do in any situation was hold fast to the church and try to be a good member. Just set your goal and everything else will not matter in the long run.

 

First I raised chickens, for eggs, and broilers. I started having some turkeys, and then more turkeys. By the time Colin was going on a mission, or soon after, I had a chance to sell turkey hatching eggs. This I did until about the time Bartly finished his mission. And while I had the hatching eggs, first from chickens, and then turkeys, I was too busy to hold a church position other than teach one class. Hatching eggs take much care to be of any use.

 

Over the years I learned a few things about turkeys. They are very silly birds. And we had many losses. Once when we did not yet have a turkey barn, they were sitting on roots and trees in the yard. During the night some coyotes came and killed many of the turkeys. I think they frightened the turkeys so that they got excited and jumped or fell from the roots, because they could not have got them from most of the roosts. Another time after we had a turkey barn an airplane flew over, and the unaccustomed noise frightened them so that they piled up in a corner and smothered many of them.

 

And speaking of turkeys, I always felt sure one of them swallowed the diamond from my original engagement ring. Turkeys have an obsession to pick at anything bright and shiny. And had tried to pick the ring off my finger, but I didn't think much of that until I noticed the stone was missing. I wonder if anyone found a diamond in the gizzard of a turkey? A diamond would make a durable piece of grit for the turkey.

 

I did not like the job of killing a chicken or turkey. I could not count on Howard being around to do it, so I became quite proficient in putting a cord around the neck and then pulling the neck out over a log, and a swift hatchet stroke did the rest. I just hope I do not have to meet all the poultry "over there" that I dispatched that way.

 

The children grew up, and likely they can remember more about it than I can. We had our worries, as all parents do.

We tried to give them some good times as well as teaching them to work. We knew everyone needed to know how to work, if they are going to have any kind of successful life.

 

We went visiting sometimes, berry picking in the season thereof, even went several times to B. C. for fruit. And always the berries and fruit had to be "put up", some in cans until the garage burned up, and then in bottles. As the family were growing I often put up over 1000 quarts of food. That too was a bit of work.

 

We had three fires. First the garage burned up with the small tractor inside, the children's bicycles, and my canner, as well as other things stored there. Once when I had turkey poults in two granaries a faulty brooder caused a fire and buildings and poults were lost. And later we had a small electrical fire in the entrance roof. It was small because we had help to put it out.

 

The boys were a help on the farm, but of course often things they wanted to attend came at the same time as work needed to be done. It helped to have them run errands after they were old enough to drive the car. They drove the tractor from a very early age on our own farm.

 

Denyse visited Vancouver one summer with her friend Helen and worked there until time to come back home to finish grade twelve. Then she went back to Vancouver and was married there. We did not think it possible for both her parents to leave the farm at the same time, so it was decided that I would go to the wedding, and Colin would drive us there. I hated those mountain roads, and they were bad at that time. We made another trip or two to see her, and the roads had improved a great deal.

 

I had Elise Shields make a wedding cake and we took it with us. We had a nice time there after we arrived, and the trip home went well. I found it a little harder without her help; she did a lot of ironing for me as well as other things.

 

One time Denyse sent her two children out to visit us for the summer and we took them back in a little car Colin had at the time. The exhaust leaked and we were all sick when we got there.

 

Colin worked a summer or two on a farm, and went to Brooks and worked there until he went on his mission. He was interested in cattle and got some of his own after returning from his mission, the Southern Far East Mission which lasted for 2 3/4 years for him. Then he went to the school of agriculture in Olds. The next year he went to the BYU.

 

Rod went to Brooks and apprenticed as mechanic. Later he quit to go on a mission, before Colin came home from his mission. One interesting thing, Colin had a suit made for him in Taiwan from a tailor there, and later Rod had a suit made by the same tailor in France. When Rod returned from his mission he worked in Brooks for a while, then went to the BYU.

 

Bartly went on a mission before Rod returned, and then we were alone on the farm. After Bartly returned he worked for a while until the next semester and went to the BYU, and got married in his first year. They came back to Alberta and were married in the Cardston Temple, the same place we had been married. I rather think Colin persuaded them to do that, and he drove them back for the wedding.

 

Colin liked to have cattle, and ended up with quite a few, and would come home in the summers and work on the farm. We looked after his cattle the rest of the year. But Howard had never liked farming too well, and so went out doing carpenter and mechanical work, and rented the farm. It was hard to keep the farm up on the rent, and so we decided to sell and Colin's cattle had to be sold. He did not want to work on an irrigated farm as his life's work, and we felt we should leave the farm.

 

Rod came home most summers and worked until school started again. One summer Rod and Bartly came home and helped us build the house in Rosemary. That was more a labor of love than a source of great income for them. We really appreciated it. We lived in that house until 1984, when we decided to go to the states with Bartly and family.

 

Rod got married at the end of his last summer vacation from the BYU, finished the last year there and went to work for a while at Macy's in California. I think he liked it there, but before long the high cost of Medicare for them there forced them back to Alberta.

 

I think it was the year we built the house that I started going to work again. Both Howard and I worked for Pheasant Valley Farms for some years. Howard did both carpenter work and mechanical work there, and also helped with packaging vegetables. I did the bookkeeping etc. and also packaged vegetables.

 

One year we took a trip to the States and went to visit Colin in Reno. We arrived much too early one morning to suit him, but it was past the time I usually got up. We went a long way around to go home and had a good visit, except that the wind in a little valley blew the camper off the truck. We went again when Colin was married in the Logan Temple, and the reception in Reno. Rod and Maureen were there too. That was while they were living in San Rafael, I believe, and we went there.

 

Colin, although the eldest son, was the last to get married. I guess it took him quite a while to make up his mind. He had been attending the University of Nevada, and had a job at the Olds School of Agriculture. They loaded their things in our red truck, which we had driven there, and headed back to Alberta. We drove Colin's car home.

 

As I was not working full time at Pheasant Valley Farms, one year, after I had worked there five years, I decided to try for a job in Brooks. I worked for Bow Valley Veterinary Clinic for five years.

 

During the years we went to visit the children. We visited Bartly and Jaqui in Salt Lake City, and went to the Genealogical Library one Saturday. That surely encouraged my desire to have time to do all I wanted to do there.

 

We visited Colin while they lived in Olds, and later in Two Hills and then St. Paul, Alberta. We took a trip with Bartly and Jaqui in B.C. one year. And another year one in B.C. with Colin and Annette.

 

At one point Howard decided to have a shoe repair shop in Rosemary. He tried it for a year or so, but did not get enough work to make it profitable. As I was working in Brooks he decided to try it there, with good success. Later Bartly got interested in what he was doing, quit his job, and came to work with him. About that time they had to leave the shop they were renting, so they bought a store building in downtown Brooks. Other lines were added, and there was need of help, and after I had worked at a couple of other places, I quit and went to help them. We all worked there about ten years.

 

Then Bartly got interested in using the Computer. It easily became the main thing in his life so he wanted to get a job using a computer. It was not that he did not like the leather work he was doing, and was very good at it, but he now liked the computer better. He was successful and got a job with Tandy in Fort Worth, Texas. I guess the Lord helped us, as things were slower in Brooks then, when the Oil men left, and we could not expect to sell the business, but we did. As we had been working together, we felt that if we split what we had it would not work out well for either of us, and decided to go to Fort Worth together.

 

After living all our lives thus far in Southern Alberta we thought it would be nice to have a change. Can't say we grew too fond of Texas. It had many things to recommend it, but those bugs, cockroaches and related little creatures made life miserable for us. And the hot weather in summer was too much to endure. We had been raised in a cooler climate. So we did not spend more than one summer there, but spent the cooler parts of the year there every year except the one we were on a mission.

 

We went to Salt Lake for three months the second year so I could work in the Genealogical library, which I had wanted to do for a long time. Ever since I was a girl I had been doing a little genealogical work. First I started typing what my mother had done. Then I started sending for information and as anyone knows who does it, genealogical work is very compelling once you start. So that was a dream fulfilled for me.

 

We also went back and visited Colin in Canada, for a couple of summers before we went on a mission. One visit we extended our visit and went to Prince Rupert to visit Denyse. That was a good visit, even the weather was at its best, no rain and lovely walking. Mrs. Geddes took us up the mountain by cable car and the view was breathtaking. We could see Alaska from there. We were sure we would visit each other again soon, and so far the only visit was when Denyse drove to St. Paul the next time we were there to see us.

 

We suggested we would like to go on a mission to the Bishop in Fort Worth when we returned from the visit to Salt Lake. And we received our call.

 

And where did they send us on a mission? Why, to what seemed even a hotter place. I guess we needed Fort Worth to get prepared. Miami where we spent our mission was so moist that it seemed even hotter. You could take a bath, and the clean clothes you put on afterwards were damp. When you arrived there the atmosphere as you stepped off the plane was just like a Turkish bath.

 

We had to have a physical examination before being allowed to go on a mission. Everything was fine with me, but the doctor called me into his office before Howard came out and told us that his blood count was so low that it was not safe for him to walk anywhere, or be alone. His machine read it so low the doctor was quite excited, but excited was not the work for us. Howard said "that will be the end of our mission". The doctor said not necessarily, they might get him fixed up. We asked if he could take the plane to Canada, for we could not afford medical costs in the U. S. if he had to be hospitalized for very long. The doctor said he would have to go in the hospital there first for a few days to let him try to get him stabalized. We were afraid that would cost so much we would not have money left for the mission.

 

We were certainly offering fervent prayers that this would not make the mission impossible, and that Howard would soon be all right. He entered the hospital and for some reason they did not take the tests the doctor had ordered. Either they were too busy or it was better to wait. When they took the blood tests, they said something is not right, and took more blood to test. Howard asked them if they were trying to take all the blood he had.

 

Howard asked me to go and phone Bartly and ask him to get someone to come with him to administer to him, which they did. Howard has had faith to be healed several times. In the morning the doctor came to see him in the hospital and told him his machine must have read the test wrong, as it was all right now, and he was sorry for putting him in the hospital, and he would pay anything the insurance did not cover. He never did pay that, but we felt it was all right, as we did not feel it was his fault. For we knew why he was better in the morning. The night he entered the hospital his fingers were blue and his lips. In the morning they were pink. He came home and continued to prepare for his mission. Our prayers were answered very quickly that time.

 

So it ended up that we had to be in the employment office because I could not stand the heat on the streets. The Mission President said he had sent word to the missionary training center to teach us about the employment program and give us some Spanish. Instead they put us through as proselyting missionaries, which we enjoyed, but it was not what we needed. We would watch elders going by on their bicycles and wonder how they could stand it. Most of the people were used to the heat, especially those with dark skins from South America and Cuba.

 

I think one of the main things I learned there was that people could be raised in this extreme heat and it did not bother them. I could not understand that.

 

I could understand the homeless people coming to Florida when it got too cold in New York and that area. But that meant we had many, many homeless people, and we also did have a few cold days in the winter. Because it was so damp a cold day was very cold indeed.

 

The Employment office was in a Bishop's office. And I learned that I was thankful I could never be called to be a Bishop. Being in his office, we got all the calls from people wanting something from the Bishop, and as we answered the phone, often they expected us to give them what they wanted. We learned how much the Bishop helped people from his own pocket. He would give everyone who asked for money a meal, and help in any other way he could. But as there were literally thousands in Miami asking for help, it was an impossible task.

 

The couple who had been in the Employment office before us had been blessed with an abundance of this world's goods, and they had been giving people money from their own pocket. This made it very hard for us to follow in their footsteps, as we were not able to give so abundantly. So the people who came to the employment office, or many of them, did not like us as well.

 

We learned something of the Spanish people. If they wanted a job and got us to set up an appointment for them to be interviewed for a job, maybe they would turn up at that time, and maybe you would not hear from them again. Their idea of time and our varied a great deal. They would do things "manana" if at all. This did not encourage employers to make appointments for our people.

 

The people from Cuba were different in some ways from those from South America. The people from Cuba had the instinctive desire to take over everything. Consequently they were buying out the Americans in the area as fast as they could get the money. This trait carried over into church work too.

I was told, but had no proof of this, that one Bishop who was a Cuban disagreed with something those in authority wanted, and led his whole ward away from the church with him.

 

I do know that at the time we were there, they were appointing bishops for the Spanish wards from the South American people. These were a very loving people, and it was a joy to be around them a good part of the time. If you became friendly with them, they always said they were going to invite you to dinner. But we learned to disregard this, as we never had to go to dinner, no matter how much they talked about next week or the following as the time we should go.

 

The conditions in Miami were far from ideal. Castro had emptied his prisons some time before we were there, and they all came to Florida. Hence crime was as you would expect it to be. The Halls who were missionaries there were driving down the street and someone threw a bottle at them. Their aim was not good, as we all believed they intended hitting the driver of the car. A bottle thrown that way hits with great force, and this one made a bad dent in the door just below the window. The Halls were lucky.

 

Not so lucky were a pair of missionaries riding on their bicycles. A car drove up to one of them and hit him with

something, and I have to confess that I cannot bring the name to mind. It was something which was very likely to cause serious damage, much worse than a bat. The missionary was in the hospital for a week.

 

They could not plant any nice flowers around the church, because someone would pull them all up the next night. Prickly rose bushes near the church was about the only thing that lasted, and they only dared have one or two of them.

 

It was in Miami that I had my purse stolen in broad daylight on a peaceful (seemingly) street. There were many people there who wanted to make their living that way. The one who stole my purse was a young black man, strong and capable of doing any kind of manual work to earn a living, if he was not qualified for other work.

 

No matter how careful the missionaries were with their bicycles they were stolen. One time while a meeting was going on in the church, the wheels were stolen from two bicycles locked to a metal post. Then later they worked the post loose from the ground and took the rest of the bicycles. None of the children walked to school alone. Those who walked, if only half a block, had a parent with them. Others who had farther to go came in buses their neighborhood parents had purchased, and one of them acted as driver.

 

The stolen bicycles were loaded on a small ship and taken to other places to sell. The police captured one such ship, and got the bicycles back, but no one could prove that one of them was theirs, so they were sold at auction. When the police recovered anything it never went to the one from whom it was stolen, it was always auctioned off and the money went, supposedly, to keep the police force going. In order to claim any stolen item, you had to have the purchase slip or the serial number at least.

 

There were many fine people there, but those who were not made it a very uncomfortable place for the others to live. There have been bad hurricanes and tornados there, and some of the young foolish missionaries wished one would come along while they were there. We were thankful they did not get their wish.

 

We enjoyed some of the animal and other life. We had almost a pet Iguana who liked to climb the porch pillar. And a few times we had a pet frog whether we wanted it or not. They would get up on the porch and slip into the house when we went in at night. The first time we wondered what that big brown daub on the wall was. But when the church custodian, a lady, killed a scorpion by the church we did not think we liked that. Someone told us that a scorpion came to meeting one day and headed for a foot in the aisle, but a few motions shooed it back the way it had come.

 

The houses are so close together there that the rule that missionaries could not have television could not be enforced. In the hot weather there all the windows had to be open and the houses being so close together you could hear the neighbor's television as well as if you had it in your home. You just did not get a chance to pick the station you preferred. Neither did you get the chance to shut them off when you wished. How tired we got of them.

 

We spent as little time on the streets as possible. It was nice and cool in the air-conditioned office. We did have to go the store and the laundry, but that was about it for the week days. We went to the same church as the Bishop's office was located in that was also the Employment office. We were not able to attend any function at night, as it was not safe to walk anywhere at night (or the daytime either for that matter, but it seemed safer.)

 

We talked with the people who came to the Employment office about the Church, many of them were non-members. Once they came to ask for help in finding jobs they had to listen to what we had to say. Not the best way to get them but the only one we had. We had some referrals for the missionaries, but did not learn what happened in most cases. We even had one man phone the office and ask how he could go about joining our church. He was moving to Utah and thought he should be a member. I rather think he thought it was something like joining a motor club or something. We referred him to the missionaries, but felt it was rather unlikely that he would join.

 

I tried to do my part in handing out Books of Mormon, to the Dentist and Doctor and where ever we went. They were all polite about it.

 

We had a very good mission President and his wife, who did many things for the missionaries. I think most missionaries feel that they have the best President ever, and we did too.

 

The missionaries all had Christmas together, and it was a great Christmas. The Mission President's wife wrote to all the families of the missionaries to have them send presents for the missionaries to her, so they could be given out on Christmas day. What a variety of presents. One missionary got a microwave oven and one got a giant sized panda. I think the microwave was more useful. The mission president's wife made a pound box of candy for every missionary, all 161 of them, and she made most of it the day before.

 

The missionaries in our group of four couples who went through the missionary training center together all still keep in touch. Two couples went to different missions, and the other couple was on the keys, which was not far from where we were. It was a very busy time at the mission training center but we made good friends and had a great time.

 

In the house we lived in I had a constant battle with the cockroaches, but I was thankful we did not live in the house a couple of the men missionaries lived in; they had a constant battle with rats. I literally chased those cockroaches until they could run no more. One in desperation ran up Howard's leg inside his pants. He did not think that was a good idea, as it felt nearly as bad as having a mouse run up your leg under the clothing. We shipped some things home to Fort Worth when we left, but did not have to worry about starting a cockroach infestation at home, it had got off to a good start long ago.

 

The President and his wife had a fine dinner party for all the missionaries who finished their missions. Usually there were several leaving at the same time. I was going to say that the saddest thing was when one of the missionaries had to go home because of cancer in his leg, but a few who were sent home for misbehavior were causing as much sadness. All in all it was a great group of missionaries, practically all of them were true and faithful.

 

We keep getting notices of reunions for missionaries of that area, but we have not been able to go, and now likely we would not find too many we know.

 

We returned home in the spring and stayed in Fort Worth a While. We visited in Canada and went to Salt Lake again, so did not stay there all the time. We came home from Salt Lake earlier than we had intended because Bartly and family were moving to Washington near Seattle. So we went home and packed our things and went with them. And found this to be the best climate we have lived in. Not too hot very often and not too cold very often, usually about right.

 

Bartly had sent his resume in to Microsoft some time before he was accepted. Oh how I did wish he would move to Washington, as I knew the climate would be so much better and no bugs. I had a dream which led me to believe that he would get a job with them, but not then, it would be later. And that is how it worked out.

 

We like it here very much even if we are continually warned this area is due for a bad earthquake. If we have a bad earthquake maybe we will be able to go out of this life in a hurry. They say an earthquake lasts about two seconds. A long lingering illness is far from desirable. But I don't suppose I would be so lucky as to go in two seconds.

 

And that about brings me up to date on my life story. This is now March 4, 1992. Whether I will live long enough to add to what I have written remains to be seen. We have felt we could not afford Medicare here, but think we have now reached the point when we will have to either get it here or move back to Canada. We could live in B.C. with the same climate, but the cost would run nearly the same. The coverage might be a little better. We have this to decide before long. So will we remain? I would like to as all the few things we now own are here, and Howard would feel sad to leave all the tools. I will likely add our decision here later.

 

Still March 26. Jin is working nights and keeping the other shoe shop going. So more shoes will go there and we will have to let him go because we cannot pay him. With hard times that is perhaps best after all.

 

I have discovered I cannot talk to anyone without making them mad, so my natural feelings are right - say as little as possible as seldom as possible to any person.

 

March 27. Today I got my new mop. Howard (I guess) decided to get it after all. Maybe I will try it tonight.

 

April 2. Cold weather for April 2. My mop stuck to the metal door this morning, and the windows are all over frost. Must be a record.

 

Prices are high - for instance, we now have to charge $27.00 for half soles and heels on men's shoes, $5.00 for ladies lifts. Soling leather is $5.50 per square foot.

 

Jin is a good fellow and stopped working nights at the other place after I told him he couldn't work both places. Now there is a shoemaker in Bassano so likely we won't get so many shoes from there.

 

Jin is happy in that a Korean family is coming from Korea to work for a farmer here.

 

We are having a sale (not our idea, The downtown Business Association set it up) from March 31, and including to April 12. So far the only difference it has made to us is that we had to give them $60.00 to promote the sale and Bartly took time to make sale Banners for us. No one reads them, and business goes on as usual!

 

April 15. Many things I could write - not sure I want to! But things have turned out better than we hoped. A very nice day today, so perhaps spring is coming. I have Watermelon plants in peat starting pots and they love the sunshine. (I got them as a free gift last year.)

 

Time is going quickly and Denyse will soon be gone. I will miss her. Suppose I will have to get someone else in her place, part time anyway.

 

We are going to try to sell the business, and if we can, move somewhere. Bartly and Jaqui discussed Texas, so of course Sunday Roland Eastman asked Howard if it was true we were selling out and moving to Texas!

 

Not at all sure we can sell out now. Will see what happens. And not sure what we would do if we did sell. Since the Canadian Government is determined to ruin Canada, the U.S.

looks better at the moment. I am sure all countries will have bad times.

 

Jaqui and kids are U.S. citizens and maybe Howard is too as his father did not get naturalization papers until after he was born. (This proved true.) My father got his papers before I was born, so I would have to be an alien resident.

 

April 26, 1982. Nice day. Few customers. We want to sell the business and move to the States, if only we get a chance to sell for enough to do so. That would be some undertaking.

 

June 17. Why did I wait so long to write here again. Denyse

left and I have been busier. In my spare time I have started arranging and typing my genealogical sheets. As there are so many, it is taking a long time. My glasses are giving me trouble, working on these sheets. I seem to be looking through the wrong part of the glasses and can't seem to see the sheets any other way. I think I will have to have my glasses changed.

 

We are still trying to sell the business, but with the depression I doubt we can unless the Lord helps us as much as he did when we bought it. Of course we tell Him that if it is not the best thing to do, not to help us sell it. I feel I would like to "retire" as our ad. says, to something different now. I would hate to have Bartly try to do it alone here. He would get ulcers and not have enough time for his family.

 

Not only are things getting bad world wide, but our Premier wants them to get as bad as possible in Canada.

 

Aug. 7, 1982. Time hurries along and not much history is being written by me. Just not the type to write too many personal things and there is not much else to write. I am still slowly doing genealogical sheets, and can't do too many each day because of my eyes, but I can still do some.

 

Jin Ho Lee would like to buy our business with the help of his family if they can emigrate to Canada. They have over half enough cash, so if they could come and A.O.C. would let them carry on with our contract it might work out. I fear that would take some time. In the meantime no one else is interested. We are not at all sure many advertisements re sale of our business are appearing in papers across Canada. Have asked for tear outs but have received none so far.

 

Had an extremely hot day yesterday, but a bit cooler today I am happy to say. Summer no sooner begins than it is about over and winter looming ahead. I do not know how much longer I will be able to be in the store, and then what?

 

October 15. Just been busy, and not much of interest to write about. Not much of interest to future generations anyway. I am still working on the genealogy to leave a neat record of that for future generations. I have been working on a line going back to Royalty and on to Adam. (Never completely correct, of course.) I think the work has been done for all those lines, so it is just for fun. I have much confusion with so many sheets.

 

Had beautiful days this week, but forecast says weather will change. Alas, I would have liked it to last until spring! I have had the 'flu, and once I have it, I usually have it several times during the winter, and then miss the next winter or two. Bartly had it first and it looked like he would have bronchitis for months, but our Home Teachers gave him a blessing and he was much better the next day and got

better much faster than usual for him.

 

Today Bartly and Jaqui went to Calgary, he to look into and get some supplies for vinyl repair. That might be something he could carry on with if we should sell out and he did not have a job. We repair vinyl items such as suitcases and other things here.

 

November 5. Went to Calgary on the 3rd. So seldom I go anywhere it must be mentioned. Went to the eye specialist and he says the only trouble with my eyes is the glasses. So I have a different prescription which is supposed to clear things up. First I went to an Optometrist in Brooks, who gave me the wrong glasses and told me I had cataracts on my eyes. How the two eye doctors could differ so much in their opinions is hard to understand. The one in Calgary said my eyes were clear. And may he be the one who is right.

 

We are almost ready to get Howard's passport. I had to write one more letter, but they did take the money so guess they will accept what they have as proof. Alma Betts was born in the United States, and I had to write to the County Seat to ask for a letter saying his birth certificate was not available there. No certificates at the date of his birth. So only record available was a church record. If Howard ever needs a passport it is a good thing we started early.

 

Quite a nice day today and no snow.

 

Dec. 2. Times goes, but that is about all that goes. Selling so slow this Christmas it looks like we will have to cut down all we can, which is a sad thought for Christmas.

So I must think of the meaning of Christmas which surpasses all things relating to money. If only it were possible to do without all the things which cost money. And even better would be to never owe anyone anything.

 

Dec. 9. How slow things are. Until it happened did not know it could be slow. This is only two weeks before Christmas and it seems no one is yet buying Christmas presents. Other stores are not doing well either. At this time not enough work is coming in to pay the wages of our good employees.

 

Jan. 21, 1983. Took a holiday break. Things did pick up some before Christmas, but still we sold about $7000.00 less than the year before. We went to Colin's for Christmas, and had a great holiday, which was a good thing, as we have had one thing after another since we came back. The children were sick before Christmas, but were well for Christmas, and then had one thing or another since. I would have liked to stay longer at Colin's, but Howard did not trust the weather so we came back with Bartly's family.

 

It was a good thing, because there was more work than usual during Christmas and New Years. As we are hoping to sell the business we took actual count inventory, what I could do the Friday before New Years and what six of us could do New Years day and the following Monday. It took me four days to sort and add after that. Then I had book work for the R.E.A. and for our business. Made statements for Jin to send to the Canadian Embassy in Argentine.

 

In my spare time I am copying my Mother's diary. In my own journal it does not seem much use saying day after day I got up at six or seven or whatever and retired so and so. So I do not write every day.

 

I went to Calgary last Thursday. It was a lovely day and we went into two interesting stores. One was called Mother Natures and not what we expected. It was filled mainly with fresh fruits and vegetables. I actually found some Jerusalem Artichokes, which we have not had for years. We raised them on the farm at one time.

 

Jin came back from Paraguay with $100,000.00 to put down on the business if or when his parents can come and I think they will be able to come.

 

As I did not get my tooth filled in Calgary through a mix up, went to Bassano this Thursday. Was in the arms of the dentist one and three quarters hours, which is the longest time I can remember being there. I am glad it is done even if he told me it would last about five years and then need recapping.

 

Found a good thrift shop in Bassano in the bit of spare time we had. I got a stenographer chair and adding machine, for when we leave the store and leave the business adding machine there. I also got a broken portable typewriter, which will be handy to have IF it can be repaired. Also found a pair of skates the size Heather needs. We found a pair which fitted Marie, and hated to go without one for Heather also. It may be Heather does not need a pair now, if not likely she can sell them. She wrote back that she did need them for school the next week, and tried hard to be appreciative. She does not want Chantry to move further away. We are just waiting to see what happens next.

 

I have decided if I am going to do any more Genealogical work I should get going. So I made charts and sheets required to have Achievements Lts. get going on English lines. Had to send $150.00 pounds to start and intend doing a bit on William Betts if I can.

 

Achievements Ltd. are a non-profit organization so the money should go as far or further than anywhere else I could send it. They have researchers in all areas of England and do research over the world too. Too bad a chance to get over 600 new family group sheets should come up at the same time. These sheets deal with the early times of royalty. They cost nearly $200.00 in our money (US). It seems everything a person wants to do costs more than they can afford.

 

I think I am looking forward to working in the after life where, I hope, money is not required. But it seems logical that something will be required. Things are certainly slower than this time last year. I am getting on well in typing up my mother's diaries. I can probably read them easier than anyone else, so I should be the one to do it. But it is still hard to make anything like a perfect copy the first time. (What I need is a computer.) Bartly suggested we should put them on the computer, then we could make as many copies as we wanted to. I did make imperfect typing copies for our children.

 

A lovely day today, if only the mud did not track in. I must be getting old, I keep transposing letters in words and cannot prevent it by forethought. (Note to myself: Just wait until you are eighty, which happens in 1992.)

 

In what I am copying my mother keeps on making mince pies, one of my favorites, which started when she made them for our meals as I was growing up. I am on my diet again, and writing of mince pies is not the best thing I could do. Just have to make decisions every five minutes or so. If I don't conquer my appetite, I may overeat through all eternity. Just think of that before taking a bite. They tell us easy things are not worth doing. Somehow there always seems to come a time when hard things do not seem worth doing either.

 

My mother, after she joined the church, would cook for the family on fast day, and make those mince pies, and never eat so much as a taste. She even washed up after the rest had eaten, which was just carrying it too far.

 

Just had a nice experience. Two missionaries I had not met came in, Elder Zaugg, and I did not get the other name. I related to them as much if not more than any other Elders I have ever met. One of them was from England only about forty miles from where Mother was born, and we seemed to have lots in common, besides Yorkshire pudding. Elder Zaugg is related to Wally Zaugg and Emily Huber. And is he ever attractive. If I were a young girl they would convert me right away. Somehow any attractive young man becomes more so when he becomes a missionary. The English missionary was a convert so we had a good time talking about his conversion and my mother's in England. Elder Zaugg is from Idaho.

 

March 25. I have been letting my writing here go while I finished typing my Mother's Journals, and my Father's missionary journal. I also added a bit of information in the period before they start and the period after they finish, to the end of their lives. Now I can feel satisfied that it is all copied. Not nearly as perfectly done as I wanted it to be, but likely the best I can now do. I have the satisfaction of knowing I did not leave it until it was too late.

 

I found it became much more meaningful to me when I typed every word than when I read it. I was able to move back into the time they wrote about and I actually seemed to live there and share their experiences, and I sometimes felt lost when coming back to this time. Of course if I had typed it up while they were living I could have asked questions and been sure I have read it correctly, and added additional information too. So in that sense I left it until it was too late.

 

Yesterday a young man came into the store, and as we talked I found he was the great grandson of the brother of D. F. Fawns who had lived near us in Raymond many years ago. D. F. Fawns was a Patriarch, and gave me my Patriarchal blessing when I was quite young. He would not take out excess plants in his garden and let them die, because every plant had a spirit, so he looked for someone who wanted them. I suppose he must have had to get rid of weeds even if they did have a spirit. There was another gardener on the other side of town, and he would not irrigate, as he said the Lord would send the moisture if he would do his part by cultivating, and he raised the best gardens around.

 

Young brother Fawns is dickering for the Shore house, and if he gets approval of the loan his family will be a new LDS family in the ward, and a neighbor in Rosemary. (He did get the house, and then his wife hated it in Rosemary and wanted to go back to Lethbridge. He had a job in Brooks and wanted to stay. Last I heard before we left they had not sold the house.) I remember their little girls playing with Chantry, and will not forget when Chantry introduced them to me. They were very shy and did not speak, and Chantry said "Speak to her, say something!" Chantry was under school age at the time, but quite outgoing.

 

It has been snowing a bit every day for a while until now. Nice sunny day today so we can hope for spring. It is 100%

Sunday at Church tomorrow, but doubt it will be completely

successful as there is lots of 'flu around and we have been sampling it, and Bartly's family too. I did not go to church last Sunday, and Howard walked to church in Brooks. I think we can both go tomorrow.

 

Lots of people want to pawn things now, but I can't give them much as few pick them up again, in spite of what they say they will do. The Police asked me to phone them if anyone who looks nervous about selling something came in. But for the life of me I can't tell a thief by looking at him.

 

Since I wrote last Rod and his partner have sold out the business they had together, and I think Rod will move to

the United States. I asked Rod how they were able to sell, and he said "By prayer and fasting." The two couples, Rod and Maureen, and his partner and wife, who are not LDS, but are good members of their own church, fasted and prayed. And the prayers were answered.

We are no further along. Jin's parents can't come now, due to the economic conditions in Canada, and I don't know how conditions will get better if they keep people with that much money out of Canada. Roland Eastman and Mark Watson expressed interest in the business, but seem too busy to look into it. So likely they are too busy to run it anyway.

 

 

Monday March 28. My mother wrote in her diary that people who read it might be interested in how she spent her time. Don't know if anyone will ever be interested in how I spend my time, but I may give a few samples.

 

 

Last Saturday we went to Rosemary after work, actually about an hour after. As it was fast Sunday the next day did not need to get any supper, so just washed my hair, looked through one of our picture albums for a picture of a family who were so good to mother in England. She mentioned them giving her one, but so far cannot find it. Went to bed early after talking a bit to grandkids.

 

 

Sunday morning had a bath and groomed myself. Read a bit from Church lessons I expected they would be giving. Got Sunday School lesson right, but for some reason got the wrong Relief Society lesson. I then got ready and attended Relief Society, Sunday School and Fast and Testimony meeting. I had prepared most of the meal in the morning so it was not a long task to prepare the rest of the dinner.

We had been requested to remember the sick before breaking our fast, especially Elder Livingston, who had become sick while on his mission. Howard decided we should have prayer with Bartly and family and ask for a blessing for our business as well. This we did, as we do feel too old to keep at it. In the poor times we are now having Bartly likely could not make it alone, and pay wages to take our places, and it looks very, very doubtful that we can sell it. We do indeed need wisdom to know what we can do.

 

 

After dinner, and after I had done some dishes and cleaning up, we rested a while and got ready to come back to Brooks.

 

 

After we got back we had a bit of lunch and studied the next Sunday School lesson. Then got the garbage ready to put out in the morning, and gathered the clothes to wash Monday.

Got up early this morning, as I had awakened about 2:30 and could not go back to sleep. I got up soon after 3:00 a. m. and put some papers in my genealogical binder and tried to find the first diary I wrote, but must have put it in a different place and will have to wait until it turns up. (as I am putting this in the computer in 1992, I still cannot find book one of my journal. I do not know whether I found it after first writing I could not find it. If I did I lost it again.)

I took my exercise and prepared for a day at work. I cleaned the floor after breakfast. Howard puts the wash through, as I have so little time for it. I typed a couple of small notes for my genealogical record. Opened the shop and answered the telephone a few times. Looked up a few genealogical things as there are not many customers who come in early. Bartly was doing some copying for the church and did not get in until about 10:30.

 

 

The day is fairly nice, but windy and the dust is blowing down the road. Few customers this morning. At noon Howard comes to take my place and I go have lunch, get the mail and anything else I need to get. Today we had three parcels which took two trips to the post office. We got our checks and that means a trip to the banks tomorrow. A rather slow day but a lady did pick up a saddle Bartly had buckstitched, and that helped.

 

 

Now it is the part of the day that is really boring unless someone comes in often. I have done all the things I wanted to do today and now wish it was time to close (4.23 now). A while ago a couple of fellows came in to see how much I would give for a $400.00 gold wedding ring. No way did we want that, nor did they want my offer of $20.00. Why put money in rings when they are not selling. People think we have everything because we do have so many different things. "Do you have an engraving tool?" "A seal for a pressure cooker?" "Cloth dye?" So the day passed until time to close. A fair day after all for this time of economic depression.

I got supper, cleaned up and washed the dishes and went to bed. Read half an hour and went to sleep until another day.

 

 

Tuesday March 29, 1983. Feel depressed and have to fight it off. Probably still feeling some depression after having the "flu". I am going out to the banks just after 10 a.m. so that should cheer me up. I added up the income so far this year and checked with the same period last year. Find we do need to lay Jin off. Don't like to if he is going to start going to church again, but what can we do? Will also need to buy much less to see if we can catch up. Don't know if it will work as people may buy less without new stock, so we may not catch up anyway if that is the case.

 

 

March 30. About the same as yesterday except that I worked on store books in my spare time until about 3:30, then Howard was up so I went out to look for a tie for Damon. He had a tie that kept slipping sideways, so we gave him a tie pin. Then he could not find his tie, and then he lost the tie pin and still could not find the tie. I found one for $2.95 which we will loan to him each Sunday and have him give it back to us as soon as he gets home, if he gets home with the tie, little boys being little boys.

 

 

A lady came in and wanted to sell us advertising in a paper put out by the Hanna Herald. Told her we have enough advertising. I thought we should support our own area anyway. Somebody needs to. A fellow came in looking for show halters. He looked at some Vieng Khoune had made, which had a flaw. The Chicago screws should have been put in lower down to lie stronger on the reins. Finally he did go down to talk to Bartly about them.

 

 

Brought them back up and told us he was going to bring some saddles for Bartly to refurbish and that he definitely had to buy a show halter and bridle in the future, and we would see him again when he brought the saddles. Guess a dollar is a dollar anyway.

 

 

Of course people want things I am out of, like Scotch oatmeal and lecithin liquid and different salt. And things we do not carry. "No calorie Jell-O." I have not heard of that. She was sure she did not mean Low Calorie.

 

 

March 31. End of another month. I did a little work on the books until 10:15. It is Nellie Gibb Shore's funeral today. I will go if I can. It rained last night and is still gloomy. Just when the mud had stopped coming in. Somebody just asked me if we have dog clippers. Someone else is buying the Wheat Grass Juicer. Wheat Grass juice cures cancer in the early stages, but this man looks to be past the early stages. I still hope it works for him. The juice may do wonders, but anyone who drinks it must stay home, for it goes straight through on most people. Well, it turns out the man is getting it to fight asthma and not cancer. He says the asthma is killing him.

 

 

Went to Nellie's funeral, which was held in the funeral parlor chapel. I have known Nellie since we moved to Rosemary and worked with her at Hubers packaging vegetables and digging potatoes.

 

 

Saturday April 2. Got up etc. as usual. Not a bad day for holiday week end. Lots of people come in to look and leave things out of place. I am not fond of Saturdays for that reason. I did not really accomplish much else. After work I used the dust mop on the linoleum and vacuumed the black strips. I thought I might get by for Monday this way. Had to do some cleaning up when I got back to Rosemary as I will likely have home teachers Sunday.

 

 

Sunday April 3, 1983. Got up Sunday morning, groomed myself, ran mop over linoleum past floor. Vacuumed the rest and the stairs. I was going to do this Saturday night but Jaqui thought I should not do it. She didn't notice me doing it Sunday morning, I hope. I got a few things ready to make dinner as it will have to be ready in a hurry today. It was Conference broadcast at the Church so we went for ten o'clock to twelve, and two to four. At six we had our home teachers. Stayed home overnight and came to work with Bartly.

 

 

Monday, April 4. After getting here I put the things we had brought back away, put the clothes out for the wash. Added some month's income up for last year as a guide to how it might go this year in regards to keeping Jin on. Decided we should let him go but will wait a bit. I retyped a page and corrected another after opening up. Rather slow morning. Watered my plants, one was wilted, the newest one, and it was moist when we left Saturday. It is recovering.

 

 

At noon went for mail, but they are still closed. The more the stamps cost, the more they close up. No mail left from Thursday. As I did not have to carry things I was free to pick up a few things at the store. Afternoon slow, usual evening.

 

 

April 5. Usual morning. After cleaning packaged some corn nuts. Opened up and worked on a copy of my large pedigree chart for Colin. It will be to my advantage to have a copy elsewhere in case of fire. It will take me a while and then I will do the Betts line. Time goes faster when you keep busy. But why do I want time to go faster? I will only grow older and I am old enough already! I always find something more to check in the genealogy too. Will never be perfect in it. It is almost twelve. It is the Easter holidays so the children are out of school. Bartly brought Kadin in yesterday and Tandy today. Very nice day again. The day passed and I used up the extra time working on the genealogical chart, checking again on the way back lines which are only in pencil so far.

 

 

April 6. Morning the same. Got a few new books from Deseret Book in the mail. One of them is Reflections of a Scientist, by Henry Eyring, and I am reading that one in my spare time this afternoon. Today I sold a macramé bead in the form of an owl that I have had in the window for years. You never know what you will sell next.

 

 

April 7. Got up early and cleaned store, as I usually do. Had a nice check come in for leather and Tandy stuff we sold to the school long ago. We have to wait so long I try to forget it instead of worrying that we need it. We still need it when it does come. We ought to get interest. Have not heard from Denyse for a long time.

 

 

Kadin and Shawndra came in with Bartly. Kadin got his walking cast on, can try it out Saturday. Will have to have it on all month again.

 

 

April 8. Morning the same. A lady came in who is very touchy about everything. She brought a pair of shoes for minor repairs, and asked me if we had a rest room. That is a moot point as we do have a sort of one way back through the basement. It is hard to get to, and stumbling blocks in the way, and not like the usual one when you get there. As we are not a restaurant we do not have to have one, so I said I was sorry we did not. I could tell she thought the door next the back door led to one, and it doesn't. She was very angry, and said give me back the shoes, I will take them elsewhere. I wanted to say I hope they have a rest room there, as Shoe Repair shops never do, but held my tongue. I am not sure if she was more angry than she would have been if I had sent her down through the basement. Oh well, one thing I have learned is that whatever you do or say, you will be wrong a good part of the time. She is so hard to wait on that I will not miss her coming, quite the contrary.

 

 

Sold two packages of curtain strings I have had for a long time for $3.00 each. It was a busy day and lots of work came in. Jin had much work to do that was wanted the same day, and he missed one pair because he doesn't check the date wanted often enough. Bartly went for insurance for the Motorcycle (for which he traded a saddle). They bill us for all the car insurance as well as shop insurance, but they would not give him the insurance for the motorcycle without a check. He was so angry he wanted to take all our insurance for everything to another company. But I think he took a cheque to them later. He plans to ride the motorcycle to work.

 

 

Today is Monday, and it is snowing. Lusannah (Anna now) came in with Bartly and somehow twisted her ankle, which she seems to do frequently. She was crying with that for a while, but it must be better now as she is running around all happy again.

 

 

April 9, 1983. April snow today, almost melts as it falls but not quite. A few small drifts in protected places. I am working on pedigree charts again. Worked on two large Health food orders yesterday, hardly know if I dare send them. As I did not have to get mail today I went to the store and got some packages of frozen vegetables that were on special. Don't feel I can afford them, but more so than when they are not on special. Everything costs so much. Frozen vegetables are usually $2.35 per package of about 900 grams. The ones I bought do not have the weight marked on them, one way to get around the change to metric! Should think they will have to put it on. The packages probably weigh about two pounds. Maybe if anyone reads this in the distant future they will not know what pounds are!

 

 

April 10. Sunday, went to same meetings. From Relief Society remember that Christ gave Peter, James and John the Melchizedek Priesthood at the time of the transfiguration and to the other Apostles later. In Sunday School we discussed that Christ is the bread of life. Lessons are not quite correlated, as next Sunday we will be discussing the Transfiguration and Priesthood. But one thing I remember from Sunday School is that Brother Eastman is determined to let out on time. Those who conduct other meetings are not so dedicated to this principle. At Sacrament meeting Bartly and George Reil were the speakers. Bartly's topic was on determining to follow the Savior and Bro. Reil's was related.

 

 

After preparing dinner, eating and doing dishes I looked through a few records. Do you want to know what we had for dinner. I being on my diet had figs. Howard had Liver and Onions, steamed potatoes and gravy, peas, cooked celery, cucumbers. And a little pie that Jaqui had made Howard for Christmas. I thought all the pies she gave him for Christmas were gone, but found this one. We had to go back to Brooks so I could start cleaning early Monday morning. Saturday was muddy and I could not do it then.

 

 

Monday, April 11. Usual morning. I typed a couple of things I had found about Daniel Hovey to put in the genealogical book. Prepared an order for a couple of books about the Empire Loyalists, hoping to find something on Stephen Montgomery, Howard's Ancestor, but won't be able to send the order right now. I had the money but have to borrow it to help pay a large book order from Deseret Books. Got the mail and there were several parcels which took two trips to get them, and took me a good part of the afternoon to unpack them between customers.

Went to the store and to my delight found Tom Boy had Mangos in, and at a rather reasonable price for them. I love them so could not resist. They make a very nice change in my fruit diet. A fellow came in to see if Bartly would make him leather coveralls. Bartly told him no, and then if he couldn't find anyone else to do it, told him Jaqui might, as they want to get money for a Seminary trip, which cost $117.00 each

 

 

At night I made some diet bagels which are used for the only bread in my diet. I used some flour which had been in stock long enough. They are not identical to the recipe but should pass. I did not get finished until after 9 P.M. (I usually go to bed early as I get up so early.) I think I made enough to last me a long time. They are made without salt, sugar or shortening, and are rather tough and chewy. But they taste delicious with an all fruit diet. They are only allowed sometimes. After making them you drop them in boiling water for one minute, then bake in the oven. I did not have pans, so baked them on sheets of cardboard covered with tin foil. The first time I did not cover the bottom of the cardboard and this was a mistake, which we discovered when smoke started pouring out of the oven. Fortunately they were close to being done, and we were able to slide them off onto a completely foil covered cardboard pan to finish. I was not supposed to eat any until Friday, but had to have a taste. I made up for it by having only a kiwi for breakfast.

 

 

April 12. Tuesday. A cold day for the time of year. Had snow Saturday and Sunday and a sprinkle on Monday. This morning I had to clean up a few things after my cooking bout last night. I do not always sweep the sidewalk now, but it did need it this morning, mud sprayed up along the curb side. We had a fairly good morning, and I got the mail and received the personalized deposit slips for the business. I had told them the others were all right, so hope they do not charge us for them.

 

 

To our surprise today the repair people brought the parts needed for our typewriters. Hope the letter E for Jaqui's is the right one as she needs it. I looked at a paper, and on one side of the sheet it said "Hope of better prices for farmer's grain." On the other side the Government tells farmers to plant less acres so price will be better. This seems to leave the farmers in the same spot.

 

 

Wednesday, April 13. A nicer day, but not as many people came in the store. One of the clerks from Smith's Jewellery store came in, so I asked her if my watch was back from being repaired. When she went back she phoned me that it was, but I wished I had not asked when she told me the price. (Now in 1992 the watch is still running well, so it was worth it.) $24.00. My journal says this price was for repairing the gold strap holders, but I think I only had it in once for repairs, and there was other things to do, including cleaning. This is the watch that Howard and Bartly gave me many years ago, so that is why I had it repaired. It has a gold case, which is not often the case now days.

 

Got the mail and the Accountant's billing was a shock. Everything goes up and less comes in. Yesterday Howard had Bartly got an antenna for the TV, and today they are putting it up. I wondered at the time if we would be there long to use it, as things were so slow. But that was not the reason he was not there to use it for long. It was left up on the building. This evening I defrosted and cleaned the treat freezer.

 

April 14. Similar day, weather getting better. Bartly came to work on the motorcycle and found it colder than he expected, so found warmer clothing, and chaps. It will take about half as much gas as a car. An average day for this time. In the evening I emptied the white fridge and let it defrost over night.

 

April 15. Good day, weather wise. In my spare time I have been still making copies of pedigree sheets and also copying some of the family group sheets.

 

April 30. Been busy doing genealogical work and have not written in my journal for a while. A week ago Thursday Rod phoned early in the morning and asked if we would like to go up for Sunday as he was to be made a High Priest. Outcome was Bartly drove us up Saturday and Jaqui handled the shop Saturday and Monday so we could have enough time. We had a nice visit. It was Conference there and we arrived in time to have gone Saturday night, but I feel too tired at night to go. And Bartly had taken Damon and Ayrian and had to get them settled for the night.

 

We went in the morning, and the meeting lasted about two and a half hours. There were many ordinations to take care of, and we waited a while. Howard officiated and Colin and Bartly stood there too. It was good they could all be there. The time changed to daylight saving time, so the eleven o'clock meeting seemed like the usual ten. Maureen prepared a nice dinner and all I did was peel potatoes. They had invited Colin and Annette and family too, so we had a very nice visit.

 

We found out Colin and Annette are going to be able to adopt Martha Marie, who is going to pick a new name as she does not like those names. She was named after two women and does not seem to like either of them. This made them very happy. (Note: They had her about five years as their daughter. Then she started to grow up and many problems came to light, and it all ended up with her leaving them and going her own way. It was sad for them.)

 

We heard storm warnings Monday morning for Calgary South. We were very lucky as we stayed shopping in Edmonton in the morning. I was looking for a suit but ended up with more like a two piece dress, although it is to be worn with a blouse, so is a suit too. It is a dusky rose color which the sales lady assured me would suit me much better than gray at my age. I had started looking for a grey suit because you can wear any color blouse with it, but after seeing the dusky rose I forgot all about grey.

 

Howard wanted to go to McKenzie Leather and it was way out. So all this took us long enough to miss the storm, and it was all over by the time we got south. It was a nasty storm with high winds and snow. It stuck to the sides of the fence posts from the force of the wind, but soon melted on the ground.

 

A man told me he lost a colt in the storm, and the power was off around Brooks, and in the shop for three to four hours. It was off much longer in the country.

 

We have been busy since we got back. Rod gave me money to do genealogical work and I am doing much thinking, sorting and planning how to spend the money to get the most results. It is so easy to spend money and get little, and I wish to avoid this as much as I can. I had already picked the English Genealogists I thought might be best and had sent them $200.00 pounds and I am awaiting results there. Perhaps with prayer and thought I can obtain a worthwhile foundation from which to work.

 

I am trying to make copies of the family group sheets for our children, and that means typing them, as copying machines charge enough that it would soon mount up. I would rather spend the money getting new names.

 

May 18. Raining today. I have all the genealogical sheets ready to be copied. Howard is still having trouble with an ulcer. He went to Calgary where they put a tube with a light on it down his gullet so they could look at it, and the Dr. says there it is. And the Dr. put him on a diet of no fats or sugar (try making a meal he likes with what is left.) He is to sleep with the head of the bed raised. I believe this prevents stomach juices from running back to the ulcer, which causes much trouble. He has a new medicine too, and all this seems to be helping. (We later found out that if he went off this treatment the ulcer soon bothered as much as before. And he would not go back on the diet, and he was supposed to be finished with the medicine after being on it for the required time.)

 

I have found out I need to have 13, unlucky number, of fillings in my teeth. Some of them are old ones which need to be replaced. That takes three or four trips to Bassano where I am having the work done. Howard is at home connecting up a gas stove for Bartly. With all the cooking Jaqui does the electric one did not hold up.

 

I received nice thoughts from the children for Mother's Day.

 

May 26. Forecast says we will have some warm days, the warmest this year. I cleaned out one of the jewellery show cases this morning, and the other two cases yesterday morning. It seems my cleaning lady comes a little less all the time, so I may as well do some of it. Anyway I did it all until a while ago. I rather hope the cleaning lady will keep on through the summer, as I hope to have some holidays, and do not want to come back to find everything needs cleaning, dusting and defrosting.

 

For a change I wore a dress today. Slacks are better for bending, which comes up often. I thought I should get some use from the dresses, but like slacks better for the work I do. We had three days this week which were much better, and we do need them.

 

Aug. 3. A long time has passed since I wrote in my journal. We went on "vacation" to Colin's. We stayed with Colin 13 nights, which are easier to count than days and part days. We went to Sunday meetings twice. We tried to help Colin and Annette all we could. I in the garden and Howard in the greenhouse. I can't help remembering how Colin once said he would not like to be in the business with us because it took too many hours of work. The time and work he is doing in the greenhouse is greater. I hope he does not have the greenhouse too long. It rained and rained while we were there and replanted the weeds as fast as I could hoe them up.

 

I found a wide typewriter, 18" carriage, I could afford to replace the old one that gave up while I was doing the genealogical sheets, so that was a lucky find in the second hand store here in Two Hills. Buying it was cheaper than repairing the old one, and it should last until I finish.

 

We went back home and I finished typing the copies of genealogical sheets. Day after tomorrow I am leaving (if all goes well) with Jaqui and some girls for Salt Lake, Provo and Mapleton. I hope to spend four or five days in the genealogical library on this trip, as well as see Rod's new home, and perhaps decide if I really want to live in the United States. I have my travellers checks and all is about ready.

 

August 19. We have been back from that trip two and a half days, and I wish I was still in the U.S. After a holiday it is hard to get back to work here. Not that I did not work on my holiday. The first three days I spent in the genealogical library was torture because it was very hot weather and the air conditioning was not working. Later I found it was a little cooler around the sides of the rooms, and tried to stay there as much as possible. I was so miserable I took a day off and went around in the stores, they were air-conditioned. And of course the day I took off turned out to be a cooler day anyway.

 

We arrived in Salt Lake Saturday afternoon and had to deliver the three girls Jaqui took with her to the relatives where they were staying until Monday morning when they would be going to BYU for Especially for Youth. We stayed that night in Rod's new house in Mapleton (they had not moved in yet, but Rod gave me a key so we could get in.) Sunday we went to temple Square and listened to the early broadcast. It was Fast Sunday. Then we went to see Jaqui's Aunt Helen and went to Church with her. After that Jaqui took me to the Motel so I could get an early start Monday morning at the library. She and Jessie and Shawndra went back to stay one more night at Rod's house.

 

Friday, after taking the day off, I went back to the Library and looked at some film, but not nearly as much as I wanted to see. I wished I had many more days to go to the Library. I must save my money so I can go again.

 

Coming home Jaqui wanted to go by way of Yellowstone. I did not like the thought of the mountains as they are terrible on that road, but it was her trip. But afterwards I was very glad we had gone that way, as the road went past Millville where my father was born, and where my grandmother and others of her family were buried. Also Logan where my father went to school at one time. We stopped and drove through Millville and visited the graveyard and I saw my grandmother's grave, and that of my father's eldest half brother, and others. We took some pictures of them. Millville was not on the map we had, but it was large enough to have two LDS churches.

 

We were late in arriving in Yellowstone, and missed the turn after seeing Old Faithful do his thing, and travelled in a big circle and arrived back at the same spot. We soon pulled off the road and stopped so Jaqui could rest for a couple of hours.

 

Finally we found a motel that said ring for service, and we sure did. Nice rooms but we spent too little time in them. We arrived back home about 11:00 p.m.

 

Since getting back have been trying to catch up on things. I have the store books up to date, and now have got around to writing in my journal. There is still much cleaning to do, but I can't do it all at once. Back on my diet again to do away with the results of the food people gave us, and what we could buy. Not so far to go this time.

 

September 17, 1983. I do not know why I have waited so long to write here again. I have had a bout with the 'flu since writing as well. Being in the store and meeting the people who come in is a great way to catch the 'flu. It is much more fun to start on a holiday than to come back to the work that is waiting. I sometimes think the nearest to heaven I could get in this life is to have nothing I have to do when I get sick except pamper myself. (Oh, perhaps I would be bored and not like it anyway.) Usually I work right through. If I can't, which thank heaven does not happen often, I worry about all that is waiting for my attention.

 

September 20. A nice day today, so I think it will soon be warm enough to clean the windows, oh joy. Bartly came to work and said "Now I have made it to work, where is a comfortable bed?" I said "Your Dad has the same idea and he has found one, and I think it is a good idea too." So we decided that what is the matter with our business is the energetic management.

 

I keep telling myself when I get my energy back I will do more, now I just do what has to be done and no extra miles at all. My memory seems to be having more frequent lapses, so I went and got a bottle of memory food. That we carry.

 

October 5, 1983. I have been busy making myself a work copy of my genealogical sheets, as I soon realized I could not use my good ones long without spoiling them. This way they will stay at their best, and it does not matter what happens to the work copy. I can add notes in a hurried scribble etc. Also the good ones have plastic covers, which are great for keeping them in mint condition, but no help at all when you want to add something to them, or change something. Also it takes several binders with plastic covers to hold what I can get in one binder without them. So I will only have to take one binder when I get a chance to go to the library again.

 

A traveller came in and tried to get a big order from me for the Aloe Vera Products they are bottling in Taber. They buy aloe juice in concentrated form in big barrels and dilute it and bottle in plastic bottles. It was very cheap, but they wanted to sell case lots and we only sell a small amount. It did not appeal to me for some reason anyway. So no order. I think I will stick to the glass bottles for what I need.

 

After writing a letter and seeing the traveller, it is nearly noon now. I was thinking I might get to the Calgary Genealogical Library some time. Jaqui is going to Calgary tomorrow but I only have one days notice, and would only get to the library for a few hours at best. I will hope for a longer stay. We had a storm last evening, which made the usual mud, but today is a nice day.

 

October 15. Slow, dull, "look like storm" day. Have been cleaning out holes back of one counter and finding a few things I can put out to sell. Cleaning up is an on going process here, where we have so many shelves, cubby holes and cases and refrigerators. Thanksgiving has come and gone. Colin and family made a quick visit and arrived about 7:30 Sunday evening, and left about 3:00 p.m. Monday. It was nice to have a visit, even if short. Annette's parents want them to go to Reno for Christmas, Colin says. He may send Annette and one child instead.

 

October 18. Here I am, thinking "I wish I could go somewhere else", and with the luck we are having trying to sell enough of the business to get out of debt so we can go, I will probably still be here ten years from now wishing the same thing (Oh ye of little faith. I only have these moments once in a while, the rest of the time I have faith we will sell.) Note: And here I am living in Kirkland, Washington in March of 1992 writing this for the computer.

 

I suppose thinking of going elsewhere tends to unsettle me, and I cannot settle down here. All my life I have lived in Southern Alberta and our children have gone to other places and seen some of the rest of the world, and I seem to want to do the same. I am sure all I need is more patience. Life keeps on trying to develop enough patience for my needs in me, but it will still take more time.

 

A nice sunny day outside, quite cool but nice. That is cheering. I wonder if a person can be too conscientious about paying debts, and worry about them when they could be enjoying other things. And this is my lucky day too. After nearly ten years of sweeping the sidewalk, I found a reward today. A ten dollar bill. No way to find the owner, so how is that for luck. I'll just add that to the money to pay a bill---. The most I have found when sweeping before was twenty-five cents, and that was a long time ago. It is Howard's birthday today. I don't know that he needs a birthday, but has one anyway.

 

October 24. Saturday. A very high wind, so Bill Easter cannot shingle the house roof as planned. Maybe tomorrow. Order just came in, so I will be busy unpacking it.

 

November 3. And I should write something, but what? Our house roof is shingled now. We had to do it, there were some bald patches. We are lucky to get it done this time of year. Money is always a problem, but so are people, like the man who calls me "my dear" every time he comes in the store. I hate it. And then there are others who would like to call me __________ (censored). People came in all forms and shapes, and have all kinds of dispositions and outlooks on life, and on other people. Some treat you like you are a Queen, and some like you are not worth the smallest of kind words, or even a civil word.

 

We had a good day yesterday for these times, so today we are having a very small day to make up the usual balance.

 

November 21, 1983. Today a little snow, and had to clean off the sidewalk this morning. We managed to have our Ward Conference a week ago Sunday during nice weather. We have had a very nice fall and it is still not very cold. We won't sell the lambskin slippers and mitts unless it turns cold, otherwise I wish it would never turn cold. People are beginning to look for Christmas presents, but not many buy them here, We do have a few days that we have to call good days, and then back to poor days again.

 

I bought a new pair of slacks to wear to the Rosemary Rural Electrical Association. The members will vote at this meeting on whether to sell or not to sell to Transalta Utilities. I found when I got back from the store the belt had been lost that went with the slacks, and I had to buy another which cost more than a quarter of the price of the slacks. I bought them at Images 111 in the Mall where I went to the so called "farmer's market" and bought my "home made" Christmas baking. Cookies. small cake and small Christmas Pudding. It takes very small ones for the two of us. I got some little pies from the Brooks LDS church pie sale. They always raise money that way.

 

I got some nice home made bread to take to Church for Sacrament meeting. We have been supplying the bread for at least eight years.

 

Nov. 22. Today is the day I expect the members to vote the R.E.A. away. (to be sold). Many changes are happening now. I wonder what our part of the earth will be like in another ten years. Maybe I will be around to find out. I have been working out Christmas presents, and am planning family presents as it is just too hard to get so many individual presents for everyone now. I have Bartly's and he gave me an idea for Rod and Colin's families, and as I also have Denyse's that about takes care of it. I am not finished doing Denyse's, but once I know what I am going to do the rest is easy.

 

November 25. Today it is snowing steadily and looks like it will last a while. Not many people are interested in shopping today. But enough to keep me leaping to my feet every once in a while, which is good for me. If I sit still too long I will get stiff, to say nothing of stenographer's spread. Tomorrow I should do some shelf dusting, but might put it off until the first of the week. I wonder what makes me think I will like doing it better then?

 

I am getting along well with Christmas presents and think they will be ready to mail next week. Sanna is here today and cannot find anything to do. I know that is boring even if I do not experience it here. I can always dust and clean, wanting to do it is another matter.

 

December 3. Mailed the Christmas presents I am sending today. The cold weather is over again and it is a lovely day. In spite of the nice weather I sold a pair of lambskin slippers today. Also the last pair of suede high moccasins Vieng Khoune made. They were for a Christmas present.

 

All the children in the schools are getting a kind of 'flu. Fever and coughing etc. Bartly got it too, and we are of two minds about going home tonight. Don't want to get the 'flu, but weatherwise there is no excuse.

 

December 9. I did not get the 'flu yet, maybe I have had it enough this year. There was another funeral yesterday, for Clark Lund. The Sunday before he died we shook hands with him at church, and it is hard to realize we won't do it again. He was fortunate in that he just dropped down when he went out to care for his horses. Nice and quick for him, but a shock for Dickie who went out to see why he was taking so long.

 

Weather has been quite cold, nasty wind making it colder. I suppose we have to have some winter, but I have reached the age where I could do without it. This writing in my journal is hard work for someone like me who does not want to tell anyone anything personal.

 

December 17. Sure cold this morning, 31 deg. below F. I stepped inside to warm up a time or two before I finished clearing the sidewalk. Cracking cold out there. Business still slow and now eight days before Christmas if you count today.

 

December 20. Another cold morning, the temperature is higher but we have a wind so it seems about the same. I went out and got a breath of very "fresh" air as I swept the sidewalk. And I fear all the sweeping was in vain, as the wind is blowing it all back again. Had a reasonably good day yesterday, but only five more days to Christmas counting today. Not enough to bring in what we need. No one around so far, but it is only 22 minutes past nine, so can't expect them. It is harder to get up in cold weather, the warm bed has a great pull.

 

I saw a picture of a man celebrating his 123rd birthday in the Deseret News. I don't want to shoot for that myself, but the choice will not be mine. Perhaps I have influenced it a great deal by the way I have conducted my life, but doubt I could change it too much after reaching this age. It only warmed up so it could snow again.

 

December 22. Still very, very cold. Must have been close to 40 deg. below (F.) early this a.m. Blizzard warnings for Brooks today but no sign of it yet. Better if it waits until night, if coming at all.

 

Our income for the past year must, I suppose, be considered good for this year, although it would have seemed terrible two years ago. If gaining age means gaining wisdom, we are two years wiser since the last good year. So far today I have sold a saddle bag kit for $57.95, a pair of sheepskin mocs. for $32.95 and a few small items.

 

It has been so cold we have not gone home for three weeks. Maybe we will make it for Christmas. The car radiator was frozen the week before last and we got partly to Rosemary Sunday morning and had to turn back. Just got into town by the time the car stopped. I took a taxi, which was at hand as it stopped by us when the car stopped. When I got to the store I phoned a car towing service which cost $30.00, plus the garage charge, and I paid $5.00 for the taxi. We were too late to go to church in Brooks, and too poor to pay more taxi fares. In very cold weather we had no other choices. Last Sunday we could not start the car, and the heater is ruined and we need a new block heater. So we took a taxi to church in Brooks and a former Bishop, Bro. Hutchingson, brought us back. I like cold weather less than ever.

 

It is hard to work up enthusiasm for the Christmas festivities. Perhaps the cold weather is partly to blame. I fully realize that Christ's birth is the greatest thing that ever happened as far as I am concerned, and I remember that every day and not just at Christmas time. It makes everything else worthwhile.

 

January 13, 1984. I did not realize it had been so long since I wrote in my journal. Christmas was still cold. We went home for it. Colin phoned us and we enjoyed a visit on the telephone. Then we came back and on Boxing day did some of the things I do not get time for when the store is open. It was warmer for New Years and I cleaned our living space. This was a Monday which was a holiday as New Years came on Sunday. Today we got a letter from Colin, and from Heather.

 

Bartly is home today doing year end Church books. Things have been slower at the store since Christmas, of course, and I fill my time in writing letters and checking genealogy and like things when not cleaning. Now it is time to do the shop books up for the year end. 1983 has gone so will have to make the best of 1984.

 

I have been cleaning and dusting health food shelves. Howard gave me a little battery "Dust Buster" for Christmas. I used it to clean out the windows and it is great to clean up spills.

 

February 25. Some time since I wrote in here. Much of my time is now spent trying to recognize old French records, since we were called to work in the French name extraction program. The hardest part is getting time to go look at films as they cannot be taken out. We are hoping to take pictures and that way I can look at them at work. Now things are slow I have much time I could use for it at work, and little time after work.

 

We have had marvelous weather most of February but today it is snowing, lightly and wetly so far.

 

March 7. Here I am, busy cleaning out back of the counter and found my journal, so felt duty bound to write in it. I have been too busy because the motor in the furnace burnt out and dusty smoke filled the shop. We closed one day and I did more heavy dusting than I have done for a long time if not ever. There were thousands of little items to do as well as big ones. The worst has been done but still enough to keep me busy remains. I got the spring cleaning done early whether I wanted it early or not. It is snowing today. We got a nice letter from Colin, which he said was too long, but we did not find it so.

 

April 11. Where does the time go, and how can it be so long since I wrote in this journal. I waited until I finished reading the small French name extraction tape before doing much else in my spare time. Then everything needed dusting so I started that. I have the health foods done, which is the most important to deep clean and free of dust. Now I am taking time to write a bit before more dusting, bookkeeping, etc.

 

Tomorrow we are going to Calgary to start things going to get my U.S. emigration permit. Things are moving in one way. Bartly became totally engrossed in a computer some time ago. It seems once you start to use one you cannot stop. Then he took a course. After that he started thinking about getting a job using his writing skills and the computer. It is discouraging with things slow in the shop, although he still likes to do leather work, but now the computer comes first. He has sent out many applications to places he has found where he thinks they may be able to use him.

 

He received a favorable answer from Tandy Corp. in Fort Worth. They seem to think they want him, but of course they want to see him before making any decision. So Bartly has arranged a flight to Dallas (airport for Dallas and Fort Worth) to see the Tandy people. The only thing left is for them to phone him back about accommodations.

 

Colin and Annette are having a bad time now, as Gideon is sick in the hospital in Edmonton. It is something to do with his brain. First they thought there was a growth on the brain stem, but later they changed their minds. Gideon has had innumerable tests of all kinds, and still they are not sure about the condition. It was suggested that he might have ingested something which caused the condition. It is a long way for them to drive back and forth to Edmonton. And after doing that a while, Annette went and stayed in Edmonton and helped in nursing Gideon. He has lost a lot of weight and often can't keep food down. Annette's mother flew up from Reno to help out, which frees Annette to spend time in Edmonton.

 

After all the tests the findings were taken to a meeting of eleven doctors knowledgeable about the brain. I think this means the tests give no clear cut picture of the problem. They suggested to his parents he might be flown to Montreal for tests they could make with a machine they have there. This was not done. They have thought several times an operation would be necessary, but finally said they can't see a growth on the brain stem. They told Colin that on an average two brain stem location operations are performed in Edmonton each week. The doctors are becoming so skilled in brain operations they have a good success rate.

 

But they never did really find out what was Gideon's problem. The branch fasted and prayed for him and he had blessings. Actually the doctors tried some medication which reduced the swelling in the brain stem, and perhaps the Lord cured the rest. After a long and painful illness he recovered.

 

April 30, 1984. Just can't seem to get at this journal very often. Bartly got the job at Tandy and we are busy trying to dispose of the things we have. We sold the shoe repair equipment to Jin. At this point we do not know what will happen to the rest of our stock and building. Corbin and I are going to Calgary again to the American Consulate for our final (I hope) meeting to get our visas, and if we do we are ready to go. Bartly starts for Texas the 7th of May, so we will be left to close everything up as best we can. He says he will not enjoy himself there alone before the family can go.

 

May 7th. Corbin and I both got our visas. Got a parking ticket too, because we could not leave the Consulate when more money was needed in the parking meter. But that is a small matter considering everything else. Bartly and Jaqui and Jerrin left right after we got back (Jaqui had driven us to Calgary) for Texas. At the last minute a customer came and wanted Bartly to repair his saddle, but he ended up wishing Bartly good luck with his job. Bartly managed to finish up the work he had untertaken before he left. They arrived in Fort Worth at 7 p.m. Texas time Saturday evening.

 

Jaqui went looking for a place for Bartly to stay until the family arrived, and for a house large enough for all of us, perhaps for us an apartment over the garage or something. She and Jerrin will come back by plane leaving the car for Bartly. How lost we feel with everything now left in our hands.

 

While Jaqui was gone, the sewer of the house in Rosemary backed up again and flooded some of the basement. The children handled it better than could be expected. Bro. Les Grusendorf cleared the sewer and loaned the kids a wet vacuum to clean it up.

 

And the Lord is mindful of us all, for now we have, at the last minute, a lady who wants to buy the building and will take the upstairs stock. Not at the price we wanted, of course, but as we are in a bind, a lifesaver. She thinks she will have the money in time, and wanted the phone company to give her a number for the store so she could have business cards made. She has had a small business of her own in the outskirts of town, and wants to get in the downtown area. She is coming in to learn about things.

 

She got the money, and we took an inventory of everything upstairs and she saw it all. Afterwards when Howard came in to get a roll of canvas she had agreed would be ours, she was angry and said she was robbed. That the stock was old and no good, and he could not have the canvas. I felt bad about this, as I had checked everything carefully and taken out any old stock, and she saw everything before she bought it. She said "she did not notice" it then, but surely that was not our fault.

 

Anyway she threw out much of the stock without trying to sell it, which was unnecessary. But that was her decision and the sale had gone through before she made any fuss at all, which strongly indicates she wanted to buy it and was satisfied at the time. Perhaps it was that things did not sell well after she took over and she blamed the stock. She could have had sales and realized a good sum to clear things out if she wanted. People are a little slow to buy from a new owner sometimes, and it would have made some difference that people were not coming in for shoe and leather work.

 

May 20. In my journal I have written many inconsequential things, and now that something, to us at least, monumental has happened, it has been condensed into little space. The main reason is that it happened in a short time, and I was too busy to write much. We are now home in Rosemary after selling the shop. The final cleanup was a lot of work. And here at home the same thing goes on. Getting packed to move, sorting everything. No matter than the moving company will come in and pack things, we have to do a lot first. Deciding what to take with us, and what to put in the garbage, give away or otherwise dispose of. And packing small things together. Deciding what to put in our suitcases for the trip, which will be made in the Van with Jaqui, 10 children, 1 dog and 2 grandparents.

 

And cleaning the house up for possible sale. Disposing of the year's supply was a problem. Some was taken with us, some taken to the dump, like older milk powder. Some given away. Everything taken with us in the food line had to be put in secure pails or bottles, as there are many bugs in Texas.

 

We have been going to the brooks ward to carry out our assignment for the French Extraction program. And we put in much time we needed for something else, and it was all for nothing. The lady who checked the work done could not do it before we left, and so it had to be all done over, and what we have done was junked. If we had only known we could have saved a lot of hours. It seemed she really did not want to check ours. That's the way it goes, often we work without accomplishing anything.

 

May 28. Today is Bartly's birthday. I do not know what to pack up now so I have time to do this writing. This should be an exciting time, but right now I need to be busier. This morning I finished the books and looked up some things for Ilene who now thinks she wants to get her passport. Bartly wrote in a letter to Jaqui that the Bishop of the ward we are to attend in Fort Worth is a relative of Les Grusendorf, who has been writing to him, about genealogy I suppose.

 

June 2. How do people find anything to write in their journals every day? I took the books to the accountant yesterday. Howard is getting ceiling tile for the downstairs ceiling, as long ago the goldfish tank was broken and the water soaked through staining the ceiling. I suppose I should clean the basement windows and paint around them. I have done one and do not like doing more, as if that mattered. I am up early so have to wait for others to waken so I can do it.

 

June 12. We are back from a visit to Colin and it rained every day we were there. At least we got to see them. And we are still putting time in the Extraction program, because it was not until later than this that we found out it was all in vain. If it had not been for that would have stayed at Colin's a little longer. Had they known at the time they were calling people for the program that we were moving, likely they would not have called us. It has been hard getting to Brooks to work on the French tape we started, as I did not renew my driver's license after having the eye trouble. I was so determined to get there and finish that tape, and did not know what the outcome would be.

 

We had some rain here which will help the farmers. Before this rain it has been very dry and windy. We had a Stake fast for rain and help for people in the Stake who are unemployed.

 

We have someone interested in the house, if it works out. If not will just have to leave it, as we can't take it with us. We have more than enough to take without the house. There are still more repairs needed, will have to see what I can do after finishing the French tape. Don't suppose it is worth fixing if it stays empty, but just have to do the best we can whatever the outcome. I guess I am the kind of sucker who works and does all I can whether of any value or not. I think I am not much good for anything else.

 

And I was just told it was too early for anyone with any sense to be up.

 

June 15, 1984. Middle of June, less than three weeks now until we leave. Only hope the papers come soon for the house they are buying in Fort Worth, or we may be living by the side of the road. It certainly gives much room for anxiety when you have a business and house to sell at the right time and need to buy another house in the same period.

 

Today I am going to check the French film I copies in Rosemary with someone here who has done it also. There should be some surprises for each of us. Doubt if we will get it done in one sitting. Would like to get away now, but we are not ready.

 

June 23, 1984. Won't have to worry about time going fast now, especially as I am not feeling too energetic. I wanted to be very well for the trip, and then Vertigo found me. What next you say? I do not want to know. I had heard of it, but hearing of it is nothing like having it. Dr. said it is caused by a virus in the middle ear canal, and you do not know you have anything until it strikes you. There is no discomfort in the ears.

 

I awakened early one morning as I usually do, and looked at the window, trying to estimate the time by the degree of light showing. Decided it was quite early and wished I could go back to sleep, but knew I could not. Then the bed was caught up in a gigantic swirl like a hurricane and I expected it to come over on top of me, but it didn't. Just headed off into the darkness. Must be about like dying, which I thought I was doing. When I came out of it I felt as miserable as if I had arrived in hell. I would do anything to prevent feeling like that again. I have not felt well since, but can prevent, it seems, that from happening again by laying only on my stomach. It comes back if I lay on my back. So I never lay on my back. If I forget I leap up at the first bit of a swirl in my head. I feel better working than sitting around.

 

Of course I can't work every minute. It is supposed to go away in ten days or more. The doctor gave me some tablets to counteract it, but said they might help or might not. If I take the full dosage I feel worse and very sleepy, so am taking one third of a tablet instead of a whole one.

 

We have signed a lease agreement for our house with Tim and Val Betts (Howard's nephew by adoption.) They are the only ones interested in getting it. They have just purchased an expensive truck and it will be two years before it is paid for, and then they can borrow the money for the house. In the mean time they pay us $360.00 a month. Hope it works out, it is the best we can do, and I believe they will take care of it well. There are many empty houses in Rosemary now.

 

Even the dog gets into trouble here, chasing gophers under the wood pile and having to go to the vet. And I sleep on my stomach or sitting up.

 

Before we leave Denyse and husband and her mother-in-law are coming, and Colin and Family this week end, and then it will all soon be over. Denyse and co. are staying at a motel, but Colin and family will stay here. Hope they will enjoy their visit with all the confusion an people.

 

I still have to go to Brooks twice to check French cards after Martine is through with them (she did not get them done before we left.) And I have to go the bank twice and to the other bank and to the Post Office and to the Lawyers to pick up a copy, and to the Brooks Bulletin to pay a bill, etc. and etc. Surely will be glad when I have done it all.

 

June 30. Just a sittin' and waiting for company to come. I am very tired of sitting, only like to stand and lay down and cannot enjoy the latter now I have to lay on my stomach. I am beginning to wonder if I will ever be able to lay on my back again. But I would rather lay on my stomach all my life than have that Vertigo again. I wonder if the doctor was right, as my legs and feet are swollen too. I do not think that is from arthritis either. I hope it works out all right going on the trip in this condition.

 

Did the lawyer ever make up for the reasonable price charged us when selling the business when he made the house contract. No hope of ever having anything "left over" now days. Guess it is too easy to feel despondent when not feeling well.

 

Denyse and company visited us the day before yesterday, caught us in a mess as we did not expect them so early. We had pulled the bookshelves out to clean an unused clothes closet back of them. They came back yesterday when we were tidy. Should be here any time now. And Colin and family soon too. I think someone just came for the washer and dryer Denyse is selling. After keeping her things all this time, now she doesn't want to take much of it. We could have sold it while we had the store.

 

We had a nice visit with them all, and sent some things back with Colin which means less to ship. Then the final business. I went to Brooks Tuesday hoping to finish the French cards, but found the checker had not done any more, so I checked mine for a while, and that is all I can do. I had a doctor's appointment and a few final things to do, then back home for the final packing and cleaning.

 

The packers for the moving company had started Tuesday and continued Wednesday. I should say the packer as his partner had a sprained wrist so he was doing it alone. I packed our own things from the bathroom and most of the kitchen. The company sent another helper in the afternoon and they got it all done by that night. They spent two hours or more making an inventory. Friends sent food in both Tuesday and Wednesday. Jaqui and family stayed at Bryan Tillacks. We stayed in the house as I wanted to do more cleaning I saw needed doing. I know what it is like to move into a dirty apartment or house, and wanted to leave ours clean for Tim and Valery.

 

Meantime Bartly is having the pest exterminators for the house they are buying in Fort Worth. Later just before we arrived he hired a cleaning man.

 

We planned on an early start July 6, 1984, but of course it was not too early with having to pack the van and all. Early that morning Kadin phoned that he wanted to go in the van after all. He had been going to work for his board for three weeks and go down to BYU Especially for Youth, but decided doing hard work for 10 to 16 hours irrigating was too much to pay for his board. We did not know we had so many friends until we moved, and not the ones we expected either. Ing and Wanda came to see us twice, and other people who came to see Jaqui and all of us. We had several offers for rooms and food if needed it before we left.

 

We finally got away and had what we thought to be a rather hot ride, until the next day was hotter. We stopped at the emigration office and we officially became residents of the United States. The van was then legally in the United States. All this was possible, of course, because we had obtained all the papers we needed in the US Emigration office in Calgary before we left. We reached Butte where we spent the night. If anyone should read this, I give the cost of three rooms with two double beds each for a total of $120.00. For the fourteen of us a meal at MacDonalds cost about $36.00 to 38.00.

 

As I indicated the next day was much hotter, and we arrived in Salt Lake at the hottest part of the day, and went to see Jaqui's aunt Helen Atkinson, actually her father's aunt. It was shaded where we parked and a breeze made it so much better we almost hated to go in the house, but when we did we found it cool there. The aunt's son and wife were there and we had a nice visit. We were sad to find Aunt Helen so much worse in heath since we saw her last year. She hasn't walked since December from some kind of arthritis and suffers so much, yet she was glad to see Jaqui and family, and still has her sense of humor. She says the ward sisters and friends are all so good to her, calling to see that she is all right and bringing meals.

 

After this visit we drove to Rod's, arriving about 8 o'clock when they had about decided we were not coming. We had stopped for supper. It was a nice visit there and we went to church with them on Sunday at ten o'clock. Saturday Rod showed us his landscaping and thirty-six fruit trees and rows of grapes he has planted. It was good to see his children before they are grown past recognition.

 

We left Jessie at Rods, to go to Especially for Youth, and come to Fort Worth with some of the people who attended it from Fort Worth. Kadin, Shawndra and Corbin registered to attend Especially for Youth, but were not sure of rides to Fort Worth, so continued on in the van.

 

Monday we drove to Montrose, Colorado where Jaqui's Mother's sister and two brothers live, although one brother was not at home but was in Michigan. It was a very hot day, but I guess we will have to get used to it. In the afternoon a long drink with lots of ice in it saved us all. It did make it seem cooler. In the late afternoon the temperature dropped and it was pleasant.

 

We saw some splendid scenery, small mountains of all sizes and shapes which were red, as many parts of Colorado seem to be. They were very spectacular.

 

When we arrived they treated us royally. They bought a fried chicken dinner for us. The Aunt's landlord let her use an empty furnished apartment for us, and Jaqui's family stayed with them. It was surely a nice place to stay, and great for us as Howard had caught a bad summer cold, and he could rest, away from other people. Rent in Montrose is lower than most places. It would be a very nice place to live.

 

When we first thought of moving we thought of finding a place like Montrose to live in. And Trinidad and a few other places on the other side of the mountains were nice too. Later we realized only large cities would have the job Bartly was looking for. Jaqui said if we lived here our daughter-in-law would not visit us often as she did not like driving over those mountains.

 

Jaqui is staying over a day here to visit and wash clothes, and it will be good for Howard to rest longer. Tomorrow we head for Fort Worth and home. Guess we should buy an American flag. Jaqui's uncle took us all to a very nice restaurant our last evening there.

 

Thursday, July 12. We had to cross the mountains today at the highest point we have ever been. It was a road I could have enjoyed missing, but by afternoon we were on the plains. Some places seem similar to Alberta. But we did not recognize many of the crops. Second crops were newly up.

 

Kadin had a pain in one ear, and we waited while he went to a doctor and had a prescription filled. It was no fun waiting in the hot weather.

 

We saw some very nice scenery. Tonight we travelled longer and made it to Clayton, New Mexico, where we stayed. Had pizzas for supper. They were good, but it would have been better for me to have had a fruit supper. Not much choice while travelling with so many to feed. Cheaper by the dozen.

 

I got up early this morning, if I can call it getting up. I had been sleeping in a chair at the time. I still have to sleep on my stomach or in a chair, and my neck takes a kink when I sleep on my stomach too long. I don't enjoy going to bed no matter how tired I am. And Howard with his cold is not enjoying the trip as much as he might have done. He does seem able to sleep a lot, which helps him. We are hoping to get home tonight, as Jaqui has to sign papers tomorrow.

 

By seven o'clock in the evening we made it home, at least to the practically empty house. All the way on the trip Jaqui has counted persons and dog to see if all are present when we left a place. She learned this by past experience. We were coming back to Rosemary after a family reunion at Shuswap Lake and stopped at a MacDonalds in Calgary. She did not count people when we left and later on Howard said there was one missing. They had left Shawndra at MacDonalds. She had gone to the restroom last thing. They had to turn back, and as tired as we all were, that was a very hard thing to do. Of course much harder to leave a child. They called many MacDonalds before finding the number where Shawndra was left.

 

Another time they came to Brooks when we had the store there, and left Sanna there somewhere. Where she was, and I can't remember, someone phoned the store, and they brought her there. She was terribly upset and shaking like a leaf. It took some time before she felt a little better. After they came and got her it was all right. She was somewhere around 6 years. So they had learned it paid off to count noses. Had she not counted on the trip we would have left the dog tied to a fence.

 

Bartly had the cleaning man in when we arrived, and he stopped working to let the crowd of children run past into the house. It turned out he knew all about large families, he was the eleventh child in his family. He is an engineer at a plant here, but expects he may be laid off so is doing cleaning nights. That was the way he earned his way through University. He was originally from Nigeria.

 

We found the moving van had not arrived so made do with what we had. Former tenants had left a king size mattress with a hole in it, but it looked fairly clean and we used that and found it comfortable. Bartly and Jaqui made do with the single bed Bartly had bought while he was living there alone. Jaqui's youngest brother was also there, he had come on a visit. The children and the brother slept in sleeping bags on the floor.

 

We found out later the moving van had the brakes go out and was delayed for repairs, arriving Saturday afternoon. So we were in a good mess for Sunday.

 

Went to church for one p.m., a good hot day. Met the new people there. Bartly's family memberships were there, and the Bishop had them stand so they could see the family, and kidded about them, "who will make our ward". Jerrin was asleep in Bartly's arms, so he took no part in the proceedings. Our recommends are not there yet.

 

July 30. I did not write in my journal sooner because of the work of getting settled in, although I did not do that much. I can usually find some hour's work each day. The people living in the apartment over the garage have now moved out, and Howard is busy fixing it up. It is a great mess and has to have everything cleaned up, cover the walls with plywood and part of the ceiling, paint what is left, and put in a new wooden floor as well as cover it with linoleum. Also build a clothes closet along one side of the larger room. He will also build a kitchen cabinet, and we will get a new bath tub and sink cupboard for the bathroom. I do not know how the people managed who lived in it the was it was when we first looked at it.

 

Howard is also going to build an outside stair to the apartment, which will give us the additional space as a storage closet. It even has to have new windows. I am sure the walls and ceilings had not been painted or cleaned in the 15 years these tenants had lived in it, and maybe years before that. Smoke from cooking had put a dark greasy film over everything. They took everything out, air conditioner, door bell and even all light bulbs, even the one outside over the door. Anyway we will have everything new, except the toilet which looks like it was new recently. It can be cleaned and disinfected.

 

Bartly had home teachers Sunday night so we stayed too as we have no where to have them come yet. Also a councillor in the bishopric and his wife, who is the Relief Society President. They are a very heavy couple, but very nice. She talks so fast it is hard to grasp it before it is replaced with the next item of talk.

 

Today I took a saw and cut down some dead trees and branches around the place. There is lots more to do in the yard. The place we are going to live in need the old paint scraped off and repainting.

 

August 7. Sometimes the weather is a little cooler now, which is a relief. But often very hot also. Our memberships were read out in church last Sunday, so we are officially members in the Fort Worth sixth ward now. I feel like it is home now, but think I could move often and still feel at home. I am not one of the people, so far, who become so attached to their home they would die if transplanted.

 

I do wish I had more interesting things to do. I suppose everyone feels that way. It is not so much fun to go shopping when you do not need anything. But we do need enough to fix up the apartment for us. Most of that is not the things I buy. And it is not long since I was busy all day and evening, so I feel the difference. Just for excitement Jaqui and I put our names in as clerks at the little store on the corner. After loosing so much on our Canadian money any US money looks good. They said not many had applied, but that does not mean we will get it. I am too old and Jaqui will be looking for a better job when she goes job searching in earnest. We wanted to share a full time job between the two of us, but they did not go for that, I guess.

 

From our point of view it was a great idea, as if one of us was sick the other would go work, if one had an appointment the other would go to work, etc. We live so close and could be there all the time. Actually I don't know if I want to work, it just seems that I have too much time as I am not used to it yet. I wish I could begin feeling better and then I would have more enthusiasm for things.

 

August 22. Almost time for the children to start school here, and that will be different for them. Some of the older ones are scraping and painting the garage building, they may get finished before school starts. All the older ones tried painting, but Corbin, now called Eric, ( changed to his first name on entering the US,) seems to be finishing it. He can't do it all, as Howard intends closing in the two front doors area, and the doors are too cracked and rough to use again, so it will be new wood.

 

I have painted the kitchen cabinet frame in the apartment and the other ceiling and also the ceiling over the stairwell. That is all that can be painted yet. I hope I can paint inside the clothes closet before it is closed in.

 

Last Saturday Jaqui, Howard and I went to a garage sale at 9 o'clock where they advertised aluminum windows for sale. We waited until 9 o'clock and a fellow pushed ahead of us and grabbed all the windows. So we took three storm windows at $2.00, they were aluminum too, although one had a broken glass. Howard is going to put one inside and one outside to make one window. And try to make something for the other window, which has the air conditioner, from the other window. Everything at the sale was very cheap, and I got three sheets at 50 cents each, 6 pillow cases at 25 cents each, new short curtains 1.00 a set, and a Pyrex pie plate for 25 cents. We got a good sturdy set of metal shelves for the garage for $5.00. We bought some chairs at a good price. Things in the US seem so inexpensive to us it is hard to remember that we paid dearly for the exchange on Canadian money.

 

In the afternoon we went with Bartly to a new lumber yard, the best we have been in and bought a ladder and some tile for the ceilings in the apartment. While we were there I asked the salesman if they ever had damaged tubs and basins. They said they had one now on a truck. We went to look at it, and while he had called it "dough" color, it turned out to be yellow. The damage was not bad and they had a sink too that would go with it, so we bought them for the bathroom. The old tub was on legs and took up so much room, the smaller one will be much better for us.

 

The damage on the tub could be covered by a good sized soap dish, as it is on the upper corner. We repaired with some porcelain paint and it is not bad at all. It was a left hand tub so Howard had to change the pipes. The tub cost $25.00, and the basin was a discontinued line at, if I remember, $10.00. Bartly got a white tub too.

 

As the old tub was so rough it would about peel your skin off, and I was not sure we could get all the dirt off that rough surface and I hate other people's dirt, a new one was just what we wanted.

 

A week ago Sunday Bartly's family put the program on in church. It was good and involved many family members. Jessica and Shawndra spoke, Jaqui, Tandy and Lusannah sang "Where Love Is." Jaqui spoke, Lusannah, Ayrian, Damon Chantry and Jerrin sang "I Wonder When He Comes Again", and Bartly finished off right on time!

 

This past Sunday the choir sang, and I am still thinking about it. Quite different. The director was more like an orchestra leader. This week I have found the rest of my genealogical sheet covers and have been able to get all the Royalty sheets in the binders. Four large binders full. I also put away a few more things I found that I wanted in them. I wrote some letters. I try to keep busy, more so when the temperature is cooler. The heat in Texas can be just like a brass ball of fire shining down and burning everything before it.

 

Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday were very hot, reaching about 115 deg. F. They were good days to stay by the air conditioner, although I did chase around in the heat Saturday. The stores are deliciously cool, which makes it worse when you go out of them.

 

We found a doctor here we like and I got some new pills for the swelling of my ankles caused now by the extreme heat here. The ones I got before I left Canada were not strong enough here, and they have nothing that seems to be the same anyway. It is nice to know I am not getting fat, just swelling. But the question comes to mind, is that better? The doctor says I have varicose veins, but they do not seem to bother me when my legs are not swollen, but I suppose they will. He said I should wear support hose, and I tried them, but they make my legs feel worse. I kept on trying but never did find they helped me, but wear them some of the time when standing on my feet for any length of time.

 

August 29. Still fairly hot, but someone at church said it would soon start to get cooler. Winter here is supposed to be January and February, according to a fellow Howard talked with. Mr. Bone and Chris. came last Thursday night, they had made the trip in three days. Mr. Bone stayed until Sunday and left on the 2 p.m. plane. Chris said of his first day at work "it was a long day but I will get used to it." They told him they could use him as a "consultant" and he would not need to have a work permit. Just put his time in every two weeks and they could pay him. Since he came, he and Bartly have been going to work in his car, what a hassle we are having getting car insurance and licenses, etc. Yesterday took the green car for "inspection" and got a proper sticker.

 

Next week school starts, and it will be good for the children to have school, and good for the rest of us too. Last Saturday we went to the big flea market. It covers about a quarter of a square mile, and they have about everything. I got some paint and Howard got a bicycle for $25.00. I got some delicious tomatoes, much better flavor than those in the stores. Also sugar pears, plums and cantaloupe.

 

September 6. Labor Day is over, and the children in school out of mischief (we hope) and it is possible to keep the house relatively tidy for a few hours. Last Friday we wanted to go to the bank to cash our checks. Then they phoned Jaqui and told her the children could not go to school Tuesday unless they had some shots for Measles and others. Here boys as well as girls have to have shots for 3 day measles. It was finally after lunch before we could go and Jaqui and Howard had to get license plates for the cars too, so by then it was after 4 p.m. We went to the lumber yard to get lumber for the outside stairs to our apartment. The old ones were very steep.

 

We bought outdoor carpet for the stairs and fans for the kitchen and bathroom. We did not get home until after 7 p.m. The next morning Bartly wanted to go to the flea market so we went again too. Bartly did not find anything he wanted, but I got some more paint and fresh produce. They had corn 6/1.00, so I got that many. It does not taste like corn in Rosemary, but still corn.

 

Sunday was fast Sunday, and it is more difficult fasting in all this heat without a drink of water. Taking the pills we do, we feel dehydrated, but I am glad I made it. I wanted to bear my testimony, and it would not have seemed right if I had taken a drink of water. There was hardly a chance in Fast and Testimony meeting people got up so fast, but I did get in. A sister asked me to give her lesson in Relief Society, as she will be away next week. It is the same one I was teaching in Rosemary when I left, Compassionate Service.

 

Wednesday Jaqui took me to the main library. I stayed in the genealogical dept. until Bartly went home from work. I did not expect to find much, but I believe I found the name of the Father of Robert Dunbar and the town he came from in Scotland, as well as the meaning of many of the names of our ancestors. Did I ever get cold, they had the air-conditioner set so low. If I go again I surely will take a sweater.

 

Today I painted in what will be the inside of the clothes closet and some other small painting jobs. Some in the storage closet as the old stairs are out and a floor is in the closet.

 

September 3, 1984. I wrote so many letters that it seemed I had written everything I needed to write. I have been busy going to the library two days a week, then evaluating it and writing it in the book. And with the sanding, painting and such I keep busy. As the apartment is small it is hard to help if Howard is working there, I just get in the way. I had hoped to help so it would get finished sooner, but it will just have to take its time.

 

It is a little cooler so I can walk a few places, and I need the exercise. Last week we went and got the rest of the material and floor covering for the apartment. Last Sunday I gave the lesson before mentioned in Relief Society. It seemed to be well received and I had many compliments on it, but perhaps they just wanted to make me feel good. (Note: "Anyway to this date of March 1992, the only other lesson I have given was given in the St. Paul Relief Society. Now I am too old and do not hear quite as well.) The people are nice here, and say many complimentary things.

 

We live near the train tracks and ambulance barn. So there are many, many trains going through all day and night, and sirens going off often too. There is a railway crossing a few blocks from here, and if one is not wise enough to go around, they will be caught there by a long, long train, and wait a long while. If you hurry to get across before the train comes, it is amazing how fast it travels. Once it has you caught behind the crossed arms, it leisurely rolls by. About all you can do is count the cars. Until I learned the ambulance barn is only a few blocks away from us, I was beginning to think we lived in the most accident prone place in the United States. Now I know the ambulance is going out, and it is not one which has been called to this area. I understand Dallas has the most accidents. On an average two major accidents happen on the freeway there every day,

 

Now the temple is nearly ready for dedication, and was open for the public during September the opposition has been out in full force. The leader of one group (an ex-Mormon) wears a complete set of temple clothing outside the temple, and the temple is fully picketed every day. They hand out anti-Mormon literature to all who will take it. Anyone going into the temple has to go through their picket lines. They say they are trying to lead the Mormons back to Christians beliefs.

 

Sometimes the temple guides have to turn the sprinkling system on to keep the hecklers back. It sounds like the time of Joseph Smith again. Perhaps it will not have the effect they hope it will, and many people will be interested in learning about the LDS Church.

 

November 4, 1984. So long since I wrote in my journal I cannot even find it. I have written so much in letters to Colin and other family members I think they must have my diary of the period missed in this journal. The apartment was finished and we moved in October. There is still more to do in the shop below the apartment, and now Howard is also building a storage shed. Always need more room. When the moving van first unloaded all the things, we could not get them all under cover right away, and lost several boxes to thieves. We managed to figure out what we had lost in some of the boxes, but the insurance would not pay for personal items of value only to us. Nothing to do but forget them. But every once in a while I would wonder what happened to something, and it must have been in the stolen boxes.

 

The shed was soon finished and painted. And while we were away once later there was a bad storm which blew part of a tree down onto the roof of the shed, and much of the vinyl roofing had to be replaced.

 

The next big project here is to rebuild the fence, with some new wooden sections. It is really a mess. Ready to install sections cost about $30.00 and they would have to have them delivered too. In the meantime need to prop the old fence up. Kids took at least one prop out.

 

The end of my index finger is numb today so no fun to write or anything else. I have been getting acquainted with today's Sunday School and Relief Society lessons. Fast day today, so I am doing what I can so I can quickly get dinner when we return from church. I have a problem as I am supposed to take my pills regularly and they do not agree without water. The meetings end late so I cannot wait to take them after fast day. What is the right thing to do? I do get dehydrated without water. Going without the food is no problem, although I do find I need it. And if I do not tale calcium tablets I get bad cramps. What fun it is to get old. I guess we are all here in this life to see if we solve our problems in the right way.

 

The last of life for which the first was made, the poet said. I must try harder to accomplish something worthwhile before it is over. I am spending much time in genealogical work, and I hope that is as important as missionary work. Now my legs need a bit of pampering, I feel I am better at genealogical work where I can sit, and then stand and walk around as needed. I can spend a day at the library, as they have convenient bathrooms, but can't go far from one in the mornings after taking my pills.

 

I wonder if I use these things as an excuse for not going on a mission. Not driving any more would not be a help either. Excuses all the time, and all the time I feel guilty.

 

December 2, 1985. I remembered to write the new year date. I can't say I have been faithful in writing in my journal. Nor do I seem able to find the other books I had been writing in. Just hope I can get it all together some day.

 

One day Jaqui took us out to look for a piano. I would love to have one if only I can find one small enough. There is not much room for it. We looked at pianos, and organs, and keyboards (musical instruments I think they call them.) We found one piano that was small enough. It was an old English one, and I had one in Rosemary that was hard to tune, and this one was not tuned, so I thought I should check into it. I found out that the piano, which was an antique, could not be tuned satisfactorily. I called a piano tuner and he told me that I should stick to American make pianos, that the old English ones could not be tuned.

 

Although we found some organs which were the right size I decided I did not want an organ. We went to Sears and looked at the "Music machines" there. They are nice, no tuning needed, and are very small and not too expensive, which may more than make up for other things. I did not buy one then. (Note: but later on when we were in Salt Lake I bought one at the Distribution center, and still have it and use it almost every day.)

 

While we were at Sears we noticed the Christmas trees. We saw one priced at $399.95. It had nursery rhyme figures on it, such as jack in a box, etc. Nice, but imagine paying $400.00 for a Christmas tree.

 

Oh dear, the weather has changed from 12 degrees above normal to colder with rain. With this kind of weather in Canada it would turn to snow. Here I suppose we will just have more rain. There was a tornado in Northern Texas yesterday, just as we were going to the temple in Dallas for proxies work. The edge of the tornado was about five miles from us, I believe. It rained hard with wind while we were going and it was pouring when we had to get out of the car.

 

Now I was going for a walk, but again it is raining harder so I will wait a while for the walk.

 

We had a nice Christmas and New Years. All Rod's family wrote to us and they sent pictures of the children. Maureen sent a Cabbage Patch baby wall hanging. Denyse sent a nice wall clock. It looks elegant on the wall. Colin phoned that their present was to phone us every two months during this year. Bartly's family gave us an electric ice cream freezer, so of course we had to try it out. We had home made ice-cream for New Years, very nice.

 

For a change I got the dinner for us all for New Years. We have enough left to do us for some time with the help of the deep freeze. What a boon the Freezer is.

 

January 2, 1985. I remembered to write the new year! Can't say I have been faithful in writing in my journal. And I seem to have a real problem in finding the books I am using for my journal. Old age or not a place to keep them?

 

We had a surprise last night, about one and one half inches of fluffy snow, with a colder temperature, about two degrees below zero. F. Today the sun is shining but forecast says more snow. True to Fort Worth tradition schools are closed on account of the snow. This makes an added day on the end of the holidays. The younger children dressed for winter and came over with snow on their boots and icicles in their hands. Chantry swept our stairs for us, so we would not slip on them.

 

January 26, 1985. We have been having a far from enjoyable case of stomach 'flu. Never felt worse. But like all things it is gradually coming to an end. It is nine days now and I still feel far from well. So have not been anywhere and do not have much to write.

 

Last night some one broke into the shop and stole three drills and probably more. Once I get asleep early in the night, I seem to hear little, even if it is right below. Had it been in the early a.m. I likely would have awakened. The stealing is surely one thing I dislike here. While I realize more every day "I can't take it with me," I would prefer someone other than a thief to get it.

 

While we were having the worst of the 'flu the weather turned cold and froze all the water pipes, which are on the outside of the building. Evidently it was colder than they expected when they put them there. Howard sure did not feel like doing anything about it, but did enough to get by. Bartly had to replace some of those under the house.

 

I hate to have to ask someone to take me where I cannot walk. Maybe we will go to Salt Lake for a while, or on a visit back to Canada. When I feel like killing it would be the she dog next door, who barks viciously continually. My three house plants do not like the windows here, and are not doing well. Of course if we go away for a while will have to throw them out anyway. We have all we own here, but would not really mind leaving it, except for the genealogical work I have been doing. Sometimes I think living out of our suit-cases would be easier, and I have tried it! I think this paragraph indicates how I feel after the 'flu.

 

The crime here is enough to send anyone away. Women are not safe driving in their cars, especially if they do not lock them or if they break down. Nothing is safe unless under lock and key, and not even then often. But here they have built a temple to the Lord, so there are many good people. It is only the wicked ones you hear about. I have been to the temple three times.

 

February 12, 1985. I seem to have a very hard time writing in a journal, because I have already written anything I would write in a letter and it seems unnecessary to write it again. Since we had the 'flu it has been good weather, and I fear the next thing will be that it is too hot. We are enjoying the weather now anyway.

 

Not sure just when it was that I tried to write a psalm, but think it was the first time we were in Fort Worth. I have not mentioned it in my journal, so it could even have been in Rosemary. Our Sunday School teacher challenged us to try to write a psalm, so you will guess we had been studying them in the class. So I decided I would try. And as usual I got carried away and attempted something way beyond my ability, even if I had any ability to write a psalm. Here it is, but judge it kindly.

 

 

Another New Song

 

The whole earth was of one language, they all were of one speech.

In the land of Shinar was a pleasant plain, a plain of far seeing beauty.

Here let us make a name for ourselves, here build a tower whose top may reach heaven.

Lest we be scattered on the face of the whole earth, let us make a very high place.

The Lord came down, He saw the tower, He found they were as one.

Nothing will be restrained from them, because they work together.

I will confound their languages, not let them understand one another.

They shall be scattered; from thence will I send them over the earth.

The word of Moriancumer came unto the ear of the Lord, at the bidding of Jared he cried "Confound us not."

The Lord in his compassion turned his heart unto them, in His mercy he astonished them not.

O Lord, give ear unto this petition, I cannot depend on the help of man,

Confound not our friends, let us speak and understand them.

Wither shall we go, wilt thou drive us out of this place?

Who knoweth but to a choice land He will carry us forth.

The Lord satisfied their longing, the Lord in his tender mercy said:

"Gather thy families, male and female of thy flocks, gather seeds of every kind.

I will meet thee at the head of the valley, and I will lead the way,

I will bless thee, and thy seed, and I will go before thee."

They travelled in the wilderness where never had been man, they travelled the weary way.

The Lord instructed them to build barges, sufficient for they all,

To build them tight and seal them up. Long they labored.

The Lord commanded and raised up a mighty wind, they were driven toward the promised land.

Their cries ascended to heaven, He preserved them and brought them up upon the top of the waters.

O Praise our God, our Mighty God, his hand of mercy extendeth forever.

They were brought to a goodly land, Behold this land is choice above all others.

He that doth possess it shall serve God, or he shall be utterly destroyed from off the face of the land.

They began to spread over the face of all the land, they multiplied upon the earth.

Serve ye the Lord, learn His decrees, repent ye, continue not in your iniquities.

The Lord descended from His pavilion, He bowed the Heaven, and stood in a cloud.

Moriancumer saw Him not. Deal with thy servant mercifully, forgive my trespasses.

The Lord answereth him, and in his loving kindness withdrew the veil.

The Brother of Jared saw the finger of our living God.

O Lord, let thy servant see thy face -Believeth thou the words which I speak?

Yea, Quicken my understanding, forgive my iniquities -

Behold, the God Everlasting stood revealed!

The Brother of Jared entered His presence, our most glorious, great glorious God.

Time passed, wickedness prevailed, secret combinations were formed, and flourished in the land.

Whatsoever nation shall uphold secret combinations shall be destroyed, they shall be swept away by mine indignation.

O many were the wars waged, battles raged over the land, God doth not profit the wicked.

The words of the Lord have all been fulfilled, our God speaketh only truth.

Years passed - Ether said "Whether the Lord will I be translated - ( so be it I am saved in the kingdom of God, )

It mattereth not if I suffer His will in the flesh, or what happens to me.

Man's mortal live is as the grass, as a shadow it fleeth away,

The Lord prepared eternal life, and gave to man immortal hope.

O Lord, how many are thy works, In wisdom thou hast made them all.

 

 

March 6. 1985. A cloudy day. I have been repairing my clothes so they will be ready when we go to Canada. And as usual doing genealogical work. Today I sorted out my little genealogical cupboard and put things in their places. So I will be able to remember, I hope, where things are when I want them.

 

I have Bartly's computer here to see if I am interested in it. So far I have found out all (no, only some) of the things I can do which are wrong. Finally I took the program off the disk so I cannot use it until it is put back on. I did not get going on the computer before we left on our trip.

 

Yesterday Jaqui had to go to a music store in Dallas to find what she wanted, so we went along for the ride. We saw a lovely building, steel and glass, the steel cream colored. It was immense and beautiful, but we could not tell what it was used for.

 

We had heard on the news that the wind Sunday night had taken the glass windows out of a tall building in Dallas, and we looked for it, but could not find it.

 

One Saturday we went out with Bartly and Jaqui and got the luggage we will need for our flight (so we must be going somewhere.) Got one suitcase and two flight bags, one long for dresses, and one short for suits. All for $33.50, so you will know we did not go to an expensive leather shop or anything like that. True we will have "mix and match" luggage, and no match either, but had we spent all our money on luggage there would have been no trip. Better a trip and unmatched luggage. And I got a very large purse of fabric so I can carry a lot in it with me when I go on the plane.

 

We were asked to work in the temple, but as we do not have a way to get there, that may be the reason we have heard no more about it. Our names have been cleared and they were going to call us when they wanted us, but if we do not hear soon it will be too late. We do not know how long we will be able to travel, so want to have this trip.

 

Yesterday I got some medical insurance fixed up. I had sent a card to a Senior Citizens Dept. in Washington, D.C., and they sent our names to an Insurance Co. who could supply our needs. I had about given up as everywhere I asked they said it was so much for people our age we could not take it. The medical insurance we now have costs $640.00 a year and I believe is about as good as Medicare which does less this year than before. I believe we will make out with what we have. (Note: I can't remember what this was about, but I do remember we have been living on edge over medical insurance ever since. We could not get Medicare for five years after we moved into the US, even if we could afford it.)

 

Today the yard seen out of our kitchen window has many nice birds, Robins, lots of them, blue jays, cardinals and others. How nice to have them in the yard. Probably it is a sign that the worst of the winter is over. So Howard got some scraps and put them out for the birds and that frightened them all away. I think they thought he set traps for them. So much for bird feeding.

 

I think I am going to the library today, but likely will not go Thursday as Jaqui is going to the church at five, and at seven I can go to the church genealogical library. I do not get too many chances to go there, we live about five miles away across the city. Oh, one brave Robin came back to the nearest tree, others are on the front lawn, so perhaps they will become brave enough to get the food in time. The sparrows are always there, next come the blue jays. Perhaps Robins do not like scraps, and only eat worms. At least they spend much time on lawns. A blue jay carried off a piece of orange peel. The blue jays are the best feeders, and eat nearly anything. Sparrows are always after any food and Robins must eat worms.

 

March 27. Not much has been happening and I have not written here for a while. We have had spring since I last wrote, some really warm days. The ones I dislike most are the "muggy" days. Usually we hear of thunder and tornados. We had lots of rain last night and felt a couple of good gusts of wind, and then we were fortunate in that the storm went around us. The news says damage was done in Fort Worth and Dallas, but not here other than some leaves torn off the trees.

 

Yesterday our nearest neighbors came back with a baby. I had not seen the lady for a while and did not know they were expecting one, so they easily fooled their closest neighbor. Our apartment is right next to their fence, and that makes us the closest neighbor to their back door at least. Their dogs have been a big nuisance lately, perhaps because the lady was not giving them as much attention.

 

There are many beautiful blooming trees. We have a Redbud tree on the edge of the property, and we did not know what it was until it bloomed. We have planted some new fruit and nut trees here, an apricot, plum, pear and peach, walnut and pecan. I do not suppose they will all grow, and if we do as we usually do, will leave before any of them bear fruit. (Note: that is what they did. The walnut and pear were growing rapidly, but not yet bearing. Some of the others died due to too much shade, I think. We also planted a blackberry and two grapes, which did fine, and asparagus. I have always wanted yellow raspberries, but have not found any here. And I am sure all the bugs would be the best harvesters of any fruit. Fruit trees have to be sprayed three or four times a year.

 

We have had plenty of rain to keep things moist, even soaking wet, so they should grow. Rain is better for them than watering. I also planted a pretty little cedar with little flower like sprays on the end of the branches which made them look two toned. (Note: this was still doing fine when we left, and had grown much larger. It was planted by the front corner of the garage.) I also planted a dwarf holly and it was still doing well when we left.

 

Yesterday I cleaned my big white suitcase, and after the month end I will get our plane tickets to Edmonton. If we do not change our minds will leave around May 10th. We are only going to get one way tickers so we can stay as long as we wish.

 

I have been bringing Bartly's genealogy up to date and correcting everything according to the new information I have found. My typewriter has developed a bent letter "N" which makes it impossible to do good work, so will have to see if it is worth repairing.

 

May 2, 1985. Now the time is getting short, but I think I have everything in hand, have plane tickets, have Canadian money, have decided on our luggage to take, what to pack in each case, have things ready for Canadian entry, and for entry back into the US, have addresses, etc. But I cannot find my correction tape, and I do need that, my corrections are many.

 

Well, here it is May 6. What did I do in the time since March 27? I spent the time getting ready for our trip, moving all food etc., as it would be boiling hot in the apartment once the air conditioner was shut off when we left. I went to the library a few more days and to the church library some Wednesday nights when I had a ride. The second Saturday before we left Bartly and Jaqui took us out in the country to look around. It was nice to see it before the heat turned everything brown. It was a nice green when we went, and we went quite a distance. Went to look at the site of a town made famous by western stories, but there was nothing much left now, and I have forgotten the name.

 

We saw several towns we had not seen before. Rain held off for us, as it was supposed to rain that day. That night a terrible storm caused much damage in one of the places we went through on the trip, and I can't seem to recall the name of that place either. I should have made notes.

 

We finally had to get the tickets for our trip through a travel agency, and after that got Power of Attorney for Bartly to handle anything that came up here. Jaqui took us to the lawyers, and Jerrin went along, and he had a fine time. The lawyer had a model car on his desk and let Jerrin play with it. He got to change the tire too. As the lawyer knew we were going on a trip he told us of an older couple he knew who never travelled on the same plane together, but one took a following plane so that if the plane went down, it would not kill both of them. Personally that does not seem much better to me. The lawyer said that he could not see what good it would do for the surviving one of the couple to fly over the wreck of the plane the other one travelled in.

 

Finally we got everything done that needed to be done before we left. We had been babysitting Jerrin a bit while Jaqui worked before we left, so I suppose we will miss him most. We started packing our bags a few days before time to leave, so we would not forget anything important. Finally the big morning arrived and we loaded our bags in the van and said goodbye to most of the children. Chantry did not want to say goodbye as she did not want us to go. Bartly and Jaqui took us to the airport and did everything for us, and after a little while we were on our way to our first commercial airplane ride.

 

Not long after we were airborne they served breakfast. They served more meals then than they do now, as they keep trying to cut down on expenses to keep going. We saw many mountains as we passed over Colorado, and saw what looked like gray and dull red linoleum, which of course was fields of some kind. In no time we were over Utah and descending to the Salt Lake airport. We saw some of the flooding there, and some of it will not be dried up for some time yet. We thought we had about 35 minutes to change planes, but it turned out we had about ten minutes. We were able to find the plane all right and get on in time.

 

Then it was soon time for lunch, and that before we were hungry, but it was so nice we ate it anyway. It turned out to be a long time before we ate again, so just as well we did. Some clouds hid the view part of this flight, the rest of the time it was clear. Then we landed at Calgary, where we had a brief stop. Most of the passengers left the plane at Calgary, and only about a dozen went on to Edmonton, which took 25 minutes. Had no trouble going through customs and collecting our baggage. The fastener on one suitcase had come open, we did have a strap around it also. I have not been able to think of anything missing.

 

We went out the door and there was Colin waiting for us. He loaded out luggage and we rode with him to St. Paul. That did seem quite a ways.

 

As Colin had an apartment we knew it would be too crowded for us there, although Annette kept saying we could stay with them. Had we only arrived for a two weeks stay, we would not have taken so much luggage, and that helped to take up too much room.

 

So we first started calling all the rental advertisements in the paper for apartments to rent, but found them all taken, as they were cheaper than those in the apartment buildings like Colin lived in. We saw one fine apartment completely furnished which was not in an apartment building, and loved it and the price, but they wanted someone who would stay for at least two years. So we sadly left that one. We settled for one for $335.00 a month in the same building as Colin’s. The furnished one was only $200.00 a month, and was a lovely apartment, and such a bargain we almost said we would stay two years!

 

Colin loaned us two chairs, and Annette her grandmother's table, that her grandmother had used for genealogy. We bought two cheap lounging chairs and a foam mattress and managed fine for the time we were there. As the sun through one window bothered us I bought 3 sets of plastic curtains, they covered the window when the lights were on too. They were used ones I could throw away when we left. Colin loaned us a fan, but when we found it overheated when we ran it too long, we bought another one for $25.00, which I still have.

 

We bought a few small items at yard sales, so we had enough dishes and could manage. We do have a lot of unused space in our apartment. Too bad we can't save until we need it. It is nice to live so close to Colin as we see them often. Colin comes to visit us often, which makes me feel a bit guilty as he could use the time with his family. One thing Colin will never need to feel guilty about is not giving us enough attention while we are living. Nor the other children either. I am sure they are all better to us than I was to my parents, so I am the one to feel guilty.

 

We do not have a phone, but are called to Colin's phone, and Bartly was the first one to call. He said the Bishop had called the day after we left to ask us to go to the temple, but he was too late.

 

We have been to the doctor and etc. while here. I have a bit of arthritis in both shoulders, and he suggested Tylenol for pain, but I do not need it. I don't think it would do any good if I did. The only trouble I have is reaching behind my back to fasten clothing. (Note: but the arthritis got better and I can manage the fastening well now.)

 

I went to the Dentist on the 15th. He was a young eager fellow who wanted to put crowns on all my teeth with big fillings, "as they would likely have pieces break off sooner of later." It is more than enough to have the work done that has to be done now. Let the future take care of other problems. So I am having one crown and two fillings. I have an appointment with the optometrist for this Friday.

 

And the rest of the six weeks we stayed in the apartment passed in what seemed no time at all. We were supposed to clean the carpet after renting, so got the steam cleaner and did it, although we had hardly made a speck on it. Howard used the cleaner and I mixed the solution, a fair division of work? But Howard carried too many things upstairs, did I say our apartment and Colin’s were upstairs?, and so his back bothered him. While we had the carpet cleaner, we moved some of Annette's stuff in their apartment and cleaned what we could there. I had the fun of cleaning the machine up before we took it back. In all it cost $10.00 for the steam cleaner and $4.45 for the cleaner.

 

I went to town and mailed letters and bought some calcium tablets. Sunday we all managed to get ready for church, crowded as we were with them after leaving the apartment. They had a nice visit from their home teachers, Brother Lybbert and son. Went to a fireside and Bro. Finley gave an exceptionally good talk about our pre-existence. How we chose our side, fortunately the right one, and how we then agreed to God's plan, and the commandments we are to live by. So if we break them we are going against what we helped make in the pre-existence. We had a voice in all the proceedings. Bro. Finley is an air force Captain, perhaps retired now, and has a beautiful body and stance. What a handsome Captain he would be. He has four daughters and his wife was there too.

 

After the meeting Annette fed us baked salmon, vegetables consisting of Zuccini cooked with onions, tomatoes and cheese, and potatoes.

 

Today is Dominion Day, and I have discovered I can still sing O Canada with the best of them. We repacked our luggage. Had a nice breakfast, and are going for a picnic to some Lake. Then home for baths and do my hair too. Another big day tomorrow.

 

Did not get my hair done as we were so late home. Bath and bed as soon as I could. I awakened at 1 a.m. tired as I was, and did not go back to sleep, so was certainly ready early. We left St. Paul a little after 4 a.m. and all went well. Our tickets were not wasted, we arrived at the airport about the right time. Colin has to do a lot to have a visit from us, hope he thinks it is worth it. Got through and had time to get flight insurance. We found we had seats on the aisle across from each other. We were just slightly back of the wings, so mainly saw wings on the trip to Vancouver. We had a four hour wait there, which seemed long enough, and especially when the flight to Prince Rupert was late.

 

We had lots of time to find the next flight and it was about 1 p.m. before we left Vancouver. We could see all there was to see on this flight. We arrived there 2:20 p.m. and then got in busses and waited until all were on. The busses drove down to the ferry where we paid $6.00 for the ferry ride, which seemed quite long and we enjoyed it. Into busses again after the ferry ride and the busses took us to the C.P. terminal where we picked up our luggage.

 

Denyse came in to get us. She had/has a terrible cold, having got over it once and then having it again, so our arrival could not have been a joy to her. Her house is large enough for us to have a room, and is a nice house. How the children, Sandy and Kris have grown. Lance is looking much better now. He cooked a very nice baked salmon dinner for us. As I had not had nearly enough sleep I was glad to get to bed early.

 

The next day we walked around the neighborhood, came back to the house and went to sleep again. Denyse is working today and the boys went off with Lance this afternoon. We walked a bit again, and Howard is now sleeping. We were fortunate in having the sun out yesterday and today. Everything looks nice and green. They had rain for some time before we arrived. When the sun shines and a hard wind does not blow this is a lovely place.

 

One time Sandy took us to a restaurant up on the mountains, and we enjoyed being there. We take walks nearly every day while we are here.

 

Today, Sunday, Sandy took us to church. It is a small branch here, I think there were about thirty-five people present, including visitors. Very friendly people. There were two nice lady missionaries there. Two new families have recently been brought into the church. They are expecting the branch to grow. They have a small brick church, quite new,in the middle of a nice lawn, so room for expansion.

 

Today was a nice day, which Big Sandy's mother had been waiting for, so she could take us up to the summit of a mountain in a gondola to see the view. I do not care much for mountains, but the view was worth it. We could see way out over the sea, as well all the scenery and Alaska. I came down backwards, not caring to see where I was going! Margery treated us to a lovely meal at a restaurant. She and I had veal cutlets, so crisp and crunchy and tender on the inside. Everything was very good.

 

Tuesday evening Denyse had company, Marg. Sievert and her sister, and another lady, maybe a niece, and a man who was related too. We helped all we could to get ready, as we knew Denyse still was not well. It was a good time, but I think a bit too much for Denyse. Thursday she went to the doctor and took Kris with her, they both have bronchitis. The doctor gave them both much medicine, so hope for improvement. It is a good thing Denyse is on holiday, but a lousy way to spend a holiday. We both planned for our visit, but the cold made us wish we had not gone to visit her at that time.

 

Traci and three children arrived at 10:30 p.m. Sunday night. James, her youngest, is not two until September, but he says everything. In the morning Howard was is in the living room and I was still in the bedroom and he said "Where is great grandma?" We do not know where he heard that, but hearing anything once is enough for him, he always remembers it, which is no doubt the reason he says almost everything. He is a delightful little person and we are enjoying him so much, and we are so glad we had a chance to see him at this age. The way he talks it is impossible to think of him as a baby. And he kept on talking much older than his years as he was growing up. We had not seen the other two children for four years, and they had changed a great deal.

 

When they left Traci said they were going to come to Fort Worth to visit us, but of course they have not come to the US to visit us. While they were here Denyse took us all for a long ride, which gives Jamey a good sleep. It is almost impossible to get him to sleep any other way without his crib. They got on the ferry at 2 a.m. to come to Prince Rupert from Gold River, so the other children were short of sleep too. They left at 7:30 a.m. which should help going back. We were so glad we got to see them. (Note: we have not seen them since, to March 1992.)

 

I am enjoying the cool weather here so much, it will be a big shock when we go to the US next week. Fort Worth has been enjoying? 100 deg. temperatures, and I suppose Utah will be hot also when we get there. The redeeming feature at Rod's will be that lovely cool breeze which comes in the evening. The cool breeze, lovely as it is, probably does not help arthritis a great deal.

 

Traci forgot Jamie's stroller, she will miss that before she gets it back. Too bad no one noticed it.

 

Last Tuesday Lance took Howard salmon fishing. They had a nice day and got an exceptionally good catch of fish. In pictures it is recorded as long as the pictures last. Lance says it is not often fishing goes as well as it did for them that day. As their deep freezes were already full they had to give most of it away. We have enjoyed some very good salmon here, baked, then in salad and sandwiches. It is only another three days before we are on our way.

 

If we can come again we will visit Traci at Gold River. We have not been, but Colin and Annette did visit them and enjoyed it there. Traci has lots of room and invited us to come and stay as long as we wanted. Wish we could. We saw Jamie at the very best time, so it will never be that way again.

 

Things were rather slow after they left, but all of a sudden it is the day before we leave. Sandy took us downtown Friday so Howard could get more film and to the wharf to see the eagles. The weather has been nice the whole two weeks here, which is unusual. Seems like it went on it's best behavior for our visit. Thank you, weather. Weather cool as Denyse says it usually is, and is just right for me. They had a colder than usual winter last time. It would be nice to live in Prince Rupert part of the time, but I do not want to be there for the cold gales that come in the winter.

 

Sunday morning we took a taxi to church, and to my surprise it only cost $2.90. A small box of laundry detergent costs $3.79, so it is cheaper to ride in a taxi than wash your clothes! Another couple were visiting the branch, they were now from Utah, but he was originally from Canada. One of the older families here went to India to adopt a little daughter. They decided the need was greater there, as here all available children are adopted. The girl was found wandering on the streets in India and the Nuns had taken her, and were looking after her when they got her. She is now eighteen, a very tiny little girl and very nice. I wonder what her future will be?

 

A man in the Priest's class said he was having a hard time doing genealogy as his mother did not know who his father was. She had unfortunately lived near a soldier's camp during the war. The soldiers took it as their right to force the girls and women of the area.

 

All of a sudden there not time for the other fishing trip, Howard could have gone today but decided against it as he did not want to be too tired for tomorrow, when we start the long trip to Rods. We go back by plane to Edmonton and on with Colin's family. They were going to cook some of the fish Howard caught, but it is rather late now. So we are washing and packing today. Denyse feels much better, and we are glad we do not leave her sick.

 

Then came the time to leave, and we arrived early for the bus so we were able to watch a big ocean liner which was in dock. Goodbyes said with many vows to visit each other again, they would come to the states, we would come again, but of course things do not work out as you think when you say goodbye. We did see Denyse the next time we visited Colin, as she and Lance and the boys drove to Alberta. She has been going to visit us but something always came up.

 

So on the bus to the ferry to Digby Island where the airport is situated. We had a nice flight to Vancouver, seeing some very unusual cloud formations. When we arrived at the Edmonton airport Colin and family were waiting for us. Colin and Heather were waiting at the end of the passage so we were soon away.

 

We had an interesting ride until we got nearly to Calgary. A car was driving much faster than it should have been and tried to pass the cars behind us. The car was out of control and hit the curb, which threw the car up in the air; we did not realize a car could go so high. It was doing better than those on TV. Fortunately his car did not hit another car. He sailed over several cars, including ours and landed down, way down in a hollow not three feet from a telephone pole. The spare tire flew up even higher than the car had been, and landed and rolled away faster than if on the car, out of sight. I will never forget looking out our car window and seeing a car flying through the air. Only time I have seen a car fly.

 

And believe it or not, the driver managed to crawl out of the opposite car window, and walk away. He did not walk steadily and we do not know if it was from the accident or if he had been under the influence at the time. The driver's side of the car was smashed, this was why he got out of the window on the opposite side. There were many witnesses so we did not have to stay there.

 

We spent the night in Calgary. Then we crossed the border Cardston way, so saw some different scenery. We stopped at an Indian Museum for a while and I bought a Christmas present at a store there.

 

Colin said he had ordered rain for the trip so it would not be too hot, and the rain lasted until after we were in Utah. After spending another night in a motel we reached Rods for the next night. We had some good food on the way. Colin and family stayed one night at Rods, and went to Salt Lake where Annette was to meet her family.

 

We stayed at Rods place and visited a few days until Colin came back to have some work done on his truck. He picked us up afterwards, and all our things, and we went to Salt Lake and found an apartment by doing all the wrong things first, and finally taking the apartment we should have looked for at first.

 

It took a week or so to get the apartment cleaned up and purchase the things we thought we needed. Then I started looking up genealogy in the library. Howard asked at the temple if they had anything he could do at the temple. He started helping in the laundry.

 

Jessica was going to go to the BYU and Bartly thought of bringing her, then decided to send her on the plane. Rod and Maureen met her when she arrived and she visited them a few days before going to the Y. In fact she went on a Friday. On the next day we went to see Rod for the long weekend, going on the bus to a place where he met us.

 

The first ward we attended in Salt Lake was the 13th ward. The first time or two we went we felt it was a very unfriendly ward, but by the time we left we liked it very well and hated to leave the ward. The fourth ward met in the same building after their building burned down. Someone broke into the building after fast Sunday (maybe they hoped to find money) and set fire to it (in frustration?) It was too bad as it was one of the early church buildings that they wanted to preserve.

 

We visited that ward once, but liked going in the morning better than the afternoon, when they met. Altogether we attended the Mapleton ward three Sundays, once the Fourth Ward, and the rest of the time the 13th Ward. The Bishopric were all friendly good men and it was very easy to love them.

 

The 13th Ward was assigned to have handicapped people, and two sisters were appointed to friendship them and get them to church whenever possible. These sisters did a great job. Most of the people they brought worked out very well, but a couple of the mentally retarded boys could not keep still long enough for the meeting. It made us all very thankful for our blessings and more sympathetic with the problems of others.

 

We lived between three or blocks from Main Street. We found a bank that could handle our Canadian checks, about four blocks away. And with the long blocks they have there, that was far enough. We lived about one and a half blocks from Albertson's store, where we got our groceries. And we were only a block and a half from church. The location was fine for our needs. Howard did a lot of walking and I did a fair amount too.

 

On October 14th the genealogical library was closed so they could move everything to the new building, which cost 8.5 million dollars. I suppose by the time anyone reads this that amount will either be a very small amount or a very large one, depending on what happens to the economy.

 

While we were living in Salt Lake President Spencer W. Kimball died. And so we had our first, and likely last chance to go to a funeral of a Church President. We may have seen more at home watching it on TV, but the feelings we were touched by were not something we wanted to miss. It was a fine funeral for a fine man of God. He has done so much for so many people. He loved and cared for everyone.

 

We watched the October conference on the TV, and our little TV received it very well.

 

President Benson looks frail, but gets around better than President Kimball was able to do the last four years. I am glad President Gordon B. Hinckley is still in the presidency. And President Monson will be a very good counselor. President Benson said the church will follow the policy of the preceding Presidency, missionary work, genealogy, and perfecting saints. (To preach the gospel, to perfect the saints, and to redeem the dead.)

 

I guess if President Benson at 86 is young enough to be President of the church, we are young enough to go on a mission. We have decided to go. I think one of the Conference talks caused Howard to say he guessed we should go on a mission. If they will accept us. I am hoping it will be a real proselyting mission. I have been trying all my life to do something for the dead, and think I should do something for the living now. However I think we will go where inspiration leads them to send us, meekly as we should.

 

I think Howard would be happier with a temple assignment, so it seems unlikely we will both get our "choice," and perhaps neither of us will. We have both enjoyed living in Salt Lake between the mountains. Howard has enjoyed meeting the leaders in the temple. He would see them going through the temple to the meetings they held. He was also on the admissions desk for a while. I hope we will be able to come back again. I even miss the noise the traffic signals make!

 

Maureen came and fetched us and all our belongings on Friday evening, November 15th. One Sunday Maureen fetched Jessica so we could see her before we left. She has more self confidence now, I could see. We had not seen her since the 6th or 7th of May. We stayed with them until the 21st of November, when we went to the train station.

 

I set the alarm for early arising on Thursday morning. Rod gave us some breakfast (and our Christmas present which Maureen had made.) I had found something I could get for their Christmas, but will have to mail it. We did have a lot of luggage to take back to Fort Worth.

 

When we went to the train station it was deserted, with a sign advising we should go some other place for the tickets. We found that and he scared us to death by saying "Yes you get the tickets here if you have time to catch the train." Then after a bit the fellow said the train would be late, and we had plenty of time. We finally got the tickets and baggage tags, and then had to go back to the first station (all this was in Provo) which was a wreck, only used as the place to meet the train. The place was too dirty to leave the luggage in, and too cold to stay in it, but we had to anyway.

 

We waited, and waited. Another lady was waiting too, for her son who was supposedly coming in on the train we were waiting for. The train was scheduled to arrive at five to eight. At about nine Rod went back to the ticket office to find out when the train would arrive. They said it had been held up and would arrive in about twenty minutes.

 

It finally came and they wanted us on board in a hurry. All the way to the station Rod's truck had a very strong diesel smell, so while we were waiting Rod checked it to find out what was the matter. He found he had a leak in the gas hose. He was able to cut the part which leaked out and refasten it. Fortunately the escaping gas did not catch fire.

 

The train man said "Oh, my" when he saw all our luggage, but when he hefted the suitcases and flight bags did not say anything about paying more to take it. Now if we have the same luck when we board another train in Chicago (yes, we went by way of Chicago to get to Fort Worth, the other choice was to go by way of Los Angeles) we will be away.

 

The ride is nice and smooth, the train seems to be filled with passengers. Already I know I will hate the so called rest rooms on the train. But it is nice riding through the mountains. We just passed a freight train. We did not actually need to bring pillows, but an extra one will be fine for my feet as they need to be higher than the foot rest. Lots of snow in the mountains we are travelling through. We do not go as fast as a car while going through the mountains.

 

Utah - Castleton, Helper - enough coal to supply US for 300 years!. Name Helper derived from the fact an extra engine was added to trains to help them over the mountains in the early days. Price next, and still in Utah at 12.50. Thompson - .

 

Saw the same beautiful Red Cliffs which we have not seen anywhere else, only in Colorado. Then on to a more level part of Colorado, and corn fields which had been harvested quite some time ago. Also small fields with short green rows of something, we did not know what it was. Just now passing 8 or more sets of rails. In Utah we passed through many coal fields. Here is the biggest field of railroad rails - Grand Junction, Colorado.

 

They are changing crews here, but as they are late they wish all of us to stay aboard. A few are getting off here. Gateway to Gr. Mesa Forest Park. Produce fruit, minerals and metals. I am glad we have seats on the upper floor of the train as we can see better. Just passed a gravel pile covered with tarps. I just saw a plane and asked Howard if he wished he were up there in the plane, and he said he was satisfied to be here.

 

Now I am going to try another pen, a better one I hope. The train has stopped for something, and it seems to be in the middle of nowhere. So Howard guesses it is a cow on the track, but in that case it is a very slow cow. Now another train is passing us, and that may be the reason for the stop. I think the passing train has a hundred cars. This train may as well have stopped longer at the last station, and the other train would have been gone on its way by the time we arrived here. (At this point the reader may well begin to surmise that I am writing so much here because I have nothing else to do. I should have brought knitting.)

 

We are passing fruit orchards now, in a nice valley. The trees are dead looking at this time of year, of course. And here is a garden of old corn, proving that it is much more fun to grow corn than it is to clear it from the garden after the crop has been taken off. Just passed a little town but can't see the name, and big fields of fruit trees next to the mountains, and big greenhouses. Here we go around the bend of a good sized river. A sign says Cameo one half mile. Not nearly as much snow here as in Central Utah.

 

Now a whole field of fruit trees and all the tops are red, wonder what kind they are. And here a coal mine. What do they do with the coal? A flume across the river, with what appears to be little Dutch houses across it every so often. Another tunnel, about the fourth or fifth so far. Some cattle chutes going down to the river, so suppose they must be for loading cattle on a boat, what else could they be for?

 

I bet any reader who has read this far wishes it would get dark so I could write no more. I have just been looking at a map Amtrak supplies, and a railway is marked as going right across to St. Louis, yet we have to go to Chicago and come back down to St. Louis! Maybe they believe in making train rides as long as possible. It looks like this one will be too long for me and my readers (if any.)

 

Glenwood Springs, Colorado, more red rock - Roaring Forks River meets the Colorado. Hot Springs, skiing, back packing.

 

We are going between extremely high mountains. I used to think I preferred being at the bottom of the mountains, but when I look up and see all the pieces which could fall if we had a good "tremor" I want out. Here we go through a tunnel if that is any better. Now we are out of the mountains that loomed over us, but the country is still not flat. Now we are stopped again, can another train be coming? No here we go again. Now I know what they mean by "clouds sitting on the tops of the mountains." Some are doing exactly that. You will be pleased to know it is getting dark at 5:05, so will miss a lot of scenery from here on. It is a good thing I have had so much experience sleeping in a chair, as I try to sleep in these train seats.

 

They just told us we are going through a tunnel over six miles long. Built in 1922 to 1927, it cost 18 lives and 15 million dollars. Elevation 9400 feet, highest elevation of the trip. As it is dark outside it does not make much difference being in the tunnel. I would have preferred to go through the tunnel in the daytime. One ear just popped. Ten minutes to go through the tunnel.

 

We managed to sleep about enough, I think. Stopped at Denver about an hour, but it was dark and I was asleep by then. Just passed Crete, if that was the name of the place. They have not announced any places since last evening. I cannot find Crete on the map.

 

Lincoln, Nebraska, gold dome on the legislative building, and a figure on top. A busy and thriving city. Here I slept a bit to be thoroughly awakened by the announcement that the train is running two hours late, and no message from train headquarters has been received as to what they will do with the passengers who are to make connections there. (We passed Council Bluffs, Iowa, a ways back there). I suppose it depends somewhat on how many are to make connections in Chicago what they do. The possibilities are: 1. The train might make up a little time and just make it. 2. They might hold the other train for us, 3. make other arrangements for us.

 

At the moment I feel that the whole idea of travelling by train was a disaster. We wanted to see what it was like to ride on a train now, as it had been years since we had been on one. We arrived at Creston, Iowa. Passed Osceola, named for Indian Chief and his battle here. First delicious apple tree found about 38 miles from here.

 

Ottumeva named for Indians playing there 1836. Burlington has many fine old buildings. The lady across the aisle tells me Iowa can reach 100 deg. in the summer with high humidity too. We just passed Monmouth, and were told that they still do not know about Chicago transfer passengers. He said they were running an hour and a half late now. Here we are at Gallsbury, Illinois. It looks like their water tower fell to the ground and broke off from the base.

 

They announced that one train would be held for one transfer, and the rest should make it, as they expected to arrive in Chicago at 5:30. So we should be all right. Just passed Oneida, Illinois. Now here is Mendota, Illinois. Passed a place called Indian Springs, and next was a sandwich decorating business! From now on I think there will be more and more businesses as we approach Chicago, although I think it is still an hour's drive away.

 

The land is flat and quite nice looking at this time of year. Large farms which look prosperous. Lots of corn fields here in Illinois as well as Iowa. It is getting dark rapidly now we are so far East. We are passing some city but can't see a name, maybe Plano. Almost to the suburbs of Chicago now. I had some nice conversation with a young woman with a baby, who wished us a nice trip.

 

At Chicago we got off the train and had to find the next train. So we asked at every place we found anyone who should know. One sent us a half mile this way, and the one there said no you go back and. - We spent the half hour we had running back and forth on the half mile, and it seems impossible, but we finally found our train in spite of all the advice we received. It was dark all the time we were in Chicago so we saw nothing of it but one half mile of railroad track, and we saw far too much of that.

 

Neighborville, Illinois. The last night on the train is past. We awoke about 4:30, but I at least had plenty of sleep. Once in the night I awoke completely disoriented, Howard was sound asleep. I felt like I was drugged and went back to sleep. I still felt drugged at 4:30 but got up and went to freshen up before everyone else got up. The first place they announced and that we could see was Little Rock, Arkansaw.

 

We have seen the Mississippi River three times, but it did not look like the river I have read about. Not big enough for one thing.

 

Writing in a moving train makes my writing even worse than normal. We have passed Malvem, now passing Arkadelphis. Lots of trees, brush and hills in the distance. Some people do live close to the railroad. Have seen a grove of trees, or more, that remind me of the pictures of the Sacred Grove, but we are a good distance from that now. We saw a field of what Howard says is cotton. I did not expect such small plants.

 

The first herd of cattle we saw this morning had a big Brahma bull. Now we are at Texarkana, which does not look as far from home as the time allowed to reach there. We were running a half hour late this morning, which if continued would mean we would not reach Fort Worth until about 4 p.m., and we are nearly in Texas now.

 

We passed Marshall a ways back and we are stopped at what may be Longview, but they did not announce it. Both places are in Texas. We brought lunch, but today we are having lunch in the dining salon. It is a good thing we brought lunch, as my digestive system has not been up to par. I just hope I can handle this lunch (or wait to be miserable at home.)

 

In the ward we left they were having a fast this next Sunday for the starving people. Do not yet know if Fort Worth sixth Ward will be fasting. If so, this would be our last meal before it begins. Anyway we won't start too soon, they are hosting a tour and we are not to go until that is finished. They mentioned tomato soup and that attracts me, especially if not out of a can.

 

We passed a little place called Clearwater, and a big cemetery. We do see quite a few of those. Roses are in bloom. Meal is now over and it was quite an experience. I doubt if it would be harder to eat aboard an ocean liner in gale force winds. The soup jumped up to meet me and the liquid in glasses, never more than two thirds full, made mountains. The train seemed to run twice as fast back there. Food good, when you could catch it.

 

Whew, skunks around! A mad one too. Passed a field which looked like it had melons laying around in the grass, pasture grass type. And then another place where what looked like yellow delicious apples on the ground under the trees. And I think of what I have to pay for them.

 

Here we are waiting at Dallas, train not shaking my arm and I have nothing to say. We have been ready and anxious to go, but train driver does not have the word, so we wait, and wait. Some people are waiting outside, maybe for the next train which will take our spot. Here we go, but I can see how we might take until 4 p.m. to get to Fort Worth. As it turned out, that is just about when we got off the train there. Both Bartly and Jaqui, Tandy, Sanna, (Ayrian was at Scouts), Damon, Chantry and Jerrin were there to meet us.

 

After greetings we waited for our luggage, and saw people getting theirs from a cart just outside the door. So I asked and it was the right cart, but no luggage for Betts. I asked the man and he thought it was because we arrived late in Chicago, and they did not have time to load the luggage. He said he would check into it. I phoned back after we got home, and he said the luggage was in Chicago and they would load it on the train and it would arrive Monday.

 

As we got home about 4:30 p.m. I had one and a half hours to get the worst of the dust out of the house and vacuum the floors, clean the bathroom and fixtures. Jaqui had waited to go grocery shopping until we arrived so I could go. We went at 6:00 and by the time we got back all I did was put the groceries away, wash my hair etc. All I wanted to use to wash and put up my hair was in the luggage we did not have. So my hair was not as it usually was, but better than it was by Monday. One of the small suitcases of Howard's did not arrive for weeks, but finally he got it. But not before I had written back to the landlady to see if we had left his best and most comfortable shoes in the apartment there. And he left another pair at Rods, so he was short of shoes for a while.

 

We had fun finding any clothes that we had left at home that would do for Church. Howard had an old suit and several shirts at home, so his problem was his shoes. He had to redeye what he was wearing, and polish them. I had a nice enough dress but it was stretchy and stretched enough to outline all parts of my figure that I wished to hide. However, I had a nice jacket, or reasonably nice even if old, that went well enough with the dress, and I did not dare take it off! I had an old but fairly decent pair of shoes I could wear. I think the people in the ward must have thought we came back home much poorer than we left.

 

Sunday I had to wash every dish, utensil, cutlery and micro wave oven before we could eat. As we expected the luggage Monday I had to clean out the clothes closet before they came. We also threw away all the old clothes we could bear to part with to make room for the clothes in the luggage. I had some toiletries stored at Bartly’s and Sunday they gave them to Howard so I had to clean out the closet in the bathroom so I could put them away. So I did not get the cupboards in the kitchen cabinet cleaned out until today, other than a shelf or two to hold what we were using.

 

So there was cleaning to do for some days. When you live where there are all kinds of bugs, you do not fancy anything without cleaning it very often. And I walked to Grundys and got what I forgot when I went grocery shopping.

 

We are having Thanksgiving with Bartly's family, and I get to make the pumpkin pies, either tomorrow afternoon or early Thursday morning, which is Thanksgiving. But likely if they eat much of the dinner they will not need dessert until later. I will make some extra pies and not have to do it at Christmas time. I still need to go through the accumulation of mail and get rid of what I do not want to keep.

 

December 16. Busy still, and need more time to get the genealogy in order. At least I have the new sheets in Bartly's book, and a set made for Colin, and even a set of the new sheets for my own book. Jaqui made some copies for me at the place she works. I only paid five cents a copy there and we furnished the paper.

 

We talked with the Bishop about going on a mission, and he gave us a form to fill out. We found out two weeks later that he should have also given us medical and dental forms to get made out and submitted with the first form. Today he took us to an LDS dentist for that part. As he was in Arlington it saved a hefty taxi fare. My teeth were OK but Howard has to have one pulled and one added to his partial. And have his teeth cleaned. The Dentist is going to do it all on January 7th, and for free, as he never charges missionaries.

 

I wonder if all the missionaries’ shoes we repaired in our shop would have amounted to this much. We did indeed get it back again with the cup running over. The Dentist was a convert to the Church, and he always looks after the missionaries. He was a great man, and likely he will get it back again too.

 

Tomorrow we go for our medicals. I would have liked to get a lady doctor, but not only do they charge more, but it takes longer to get an appointment with them, it seems. So we are going to a doctor we had never heard of before today. Dr. Moser, our usual doctor, was not accepting appointments, which likely means he is not well himself. He has a very bad kind of high blood pressure, which started in his twenties, so he told us. Occasionally he has to go in the hospital for treatment. (Note: before long he gave up his practice, so I guess his health was not improving.)

 

His receptionist gave me the number of the doctor who answers Dr. Moser's calls when needed. I was surprised they could take both of us tomorrow. So we can go in the same taxi. When they have made out the medical form they must mail it to our Bishop. It will be confidential, which means all my secrets, even the ones I do not know,, are revealed to the Bishop and the Stake President, and probably others. Tough luck, so much has never before been revealed about me. Just like confessing you have false teeth, wooden legs, plastic joints and etc, and the present condition of every part of the body. This is my second sacrifice in going on a mission. I will be very happy when this part is over.

 

The day after the visit to the dentist I called a taxi, in plenty of time. He came and we found we had a long way to go. And the address they had given me did not tell the taxi driver where to go, so he ended up on the wrong end of the drive. When we had turned back and were waiting for a chance to get back on the highway, we saw an accident. I looked up just in time to see a car ram the back of the one ahead of it. The car shot ahead about twelve feet.

 

Our driver asked the man who got out from the passenger side of the car which had been hit if the lady driver was injured, but he said she was all right. She did not look all right to me, but like her neck had been whiplashed.

 

Our driver looked up and down the road and said "Man, I am afraid to go out there, someone will hit me." He was a Negro and quite a fellow. We enjoyed his company.

 

He went and phoned the doctor's office after I found their phone number. He came back and said "she" had told him he was right across from the building. (She later told me our driver had said he was just across from it. There certainly is a lot of misunderstanding between people.) So he drove off to find the building right across from the phone booth, and of course it was not there. So after inquiring again he found he had to go to the other end of the drive, and we arrived late for the appointments.

 

But I found that was the least of my troubles when I remembered I had started out with the forms for the doctor to fill out. I had let them slip from my grasp at some point in the ride (really no wonder.) So the receptionist phoned the Taxi Company to have "Robert" our driver, bring the papers back to the office. In the meantime he now had two passengers and had promised to take them where they wanted to go, so it had to wait until he was free.

 

They sent all the patients they could in ahead of us, while I paced the corridors, not being able to sit still. Finally the doctor said he would give us our physicals and check the forms after they arrived to see if anything else was needed. I knew I had to find out my blood type, so got them to do that, and gave him the Bishops address, as the elusive forms had to be mailed to him.

 

The forms had not yet arrived and the doctor thought he should check Howard's blood. He noticed his eyelids were very pale on the inside and suspected anemia. So our excitement was not over, if you want to call it that. After checking his blood they called Howard back, and then me, and I thought, Oh no.

 

The doctor said the test revealed Howard only had about half the red blood count he should have. The normal was 40, and he had 19. That if he had a hemorrhage he would die. Most people can spare some blood, but he could not. In fact he could fall dead any time. What should we do? Hospital bills would wreck our economy but fast.

 

I asked about flying to Canada. The doctor said we could take the chance if we wanted, but he could not sanction it. He wanted to put him in the hospital. In three days he could find out what could be done. I asked him what could cause the condition, and he mentioned a slow leak. (Howard told me later that he thought if it was caused by a leak it must be from his ulcer.) Or it could be that his body was not making red blood cells as it should. I can't remember if he mentioned any other possible cause. Howard said he walked every day, and the doctor said he should not walk at all in his condition. Howard said "There goes our chances of going on a mission," but the doctor said "Not necessarily, maybe we can get you stabilized and you will be able to go."

 

So the taxi driver arrived with the forms, and they seemed of no importance by the time they arrived. We decided Howard should go in the hospital for the three days (Howard says I decided, no one asked him what he wanted. Well, he was the one I was looking after in that situation. Right?) The taxi driver waited a few minutes so he could take us to the hospital. I asked the doctor what he would put on the forms for Howard, and he said he would wait until the results of the tests in the hospital were known.

 

The taxi driver seemed to be interested in us, and when he first picked us up had asked if we were going to see a doctor. When we left the doctor's office he asked "what is the matter with him?" I told him the doctor said he did not have enough red blood cells, so he said they should give him a transfusion. I told him the doctor wanted to find out what was wrong before he gave a transfusion, as it might interfere with his body’s efforts to make the red blood cells.

 

We found out where All Saints Hospital was located, and where the admissions office was located, and it seemed like we waited three hours, but couldn't have been that long. Had Howard been having the hemorrhage the doctor feared, he would have been a dead man.

 

We learned that it does not pay to jump to conclusions, as this turned out to be the first faith promoting experience of our missionary experiences, if you could call it that before we were yet missionaries. We were worried about the cost of the stay in hospital, of course, as it alone could prevent us going on the mission.

 

Howard said he felt all right and wanted to go home. He may have thought he felt all right, but his arms looked right white, no color in his face and hands, rather a bluish tinge. Howard said he had noticed his hands and arms were getting more colorless while we were in Salt Lake, but said nothing about it. And he did suddenly fall down while crossing the street in Salt Lake, and hit his head on the cement curb. That made a nasty sore that would not heal until I put a soap and sugar plaster on it, and washed it with Javex water.

 

After Howard was in bed he asked me to phone Bartly and have him pick up another priesthood member so they could come and give him a blessing. Howard has had the faith to be healed several times. The doctor's instructions were that the hospital personal were to take the tests he had ordered as soon as he was admitted, but it seemed they did not have time.

 

Before long Bartly and Brother Gonzolas came and gave him a blessing. Jaqui came along too, and brought the things he would need for a stay in the hospital. I went back home with them after they had visited until it was time to leave. Brother Gonzolas said he was on holiday and he would take me to the hospital the next day, and Bartly would pick me up on his way home from work. I found that I felt all right about it and was not worried after I got home, and did not know why, that was very unusual for me, a compulsive worrier. I felt calm and had a good nights sleep. The doctor had explained to me why Howard felt all right, that it had happened slowly and the body had compensated for it, but could not do so much longer.

 

I decided I should go to the hospital earlier than I had said, to talk with them about the insurance we had, and was just picking up the phone to call Brother Gonzolas, when I heard familiar sounding steps coming up our stairs. I was still surprised when Howard came walking into our apartment. He said the nurses had not taken his blood for the tests and other things until about nine o'clock, which was about an hour after they administered to him. They told him they would not bother him again that night, after taking the blood samples. But the nurse came back for more blood and Howard said "You are trying to take all my blood." She said the results of the tests was not as low as they were expecting, so they were taking the tests again.

 

Others kept coming, telling him to drink only a big mug of clear soup and eat apple sauce for his supper. And they brought a big pitcher of water and said as he needed fluids he should drink it all to prepare him for x-rays in the morning. So he ended up drinking and running all night, with the help of a couple of doses of laxatives too.

 

In the morning he had all the x-rays. Later the doctor came in and told Howard he was a well man, and could walk all he wanted to. He said his machine must have made a mistake when the test was made in his office, something that had not happened before, and this morning his machine was working all right. So he apologized and said he was sorry about it, and said his office would pay anything our insurance did not cover. We paid it all, as we knew it was not his mistake, just another instance of Howard being healed by the blessing through his faith. They called a taxi for him and gave him the money to pay for it!

 

I guess we are supposed to go on a mission, as it has been made possible through divine help. Our medical reports are good after all. We are very humble and thankful for this blessing. I hope our missionary efforts are worth it.

 

I am glad our medicals are over. I would rather knock on doors, if Howard will let any dog so inclined bite him, and not me. I'll do the knocking and speaking, that should be a fair division. For now we can turn our attention to Christmas. We do not have much left to do, wrap some presents and a few other things to do.

 

I should tell you about the Christmas party at the church. The girls put on a short play, but we could not hear what they said so it did not mean much to us. Then the various classes presented the life, in brief, of the person they had chosen. Only one person except in our case. They were quite good and we could hear some of the speakers. We could hear Tandy and Jeff Gonzolas, who told about our life and a few others. Some speakers were so shy or soft spoken I doubt if anyone heard them. This party was also in our memorable week, the one we in which went for our medicals. They presented gifts to all those who were represented on the program.

 

The widow next to us got a lovely and small bouquet of fresh flowers, and a mysterious box, as she took it home unopened. We were the last to receive a gift, and what did they give to a couple who lived in a very. very small apartment? A big, big centerpiece which would grace a table even larger than Bartly's and which would cover over half of ours We did not even have a space available to set it on, nor a wall to hang it, so sent it over to Bartly's, and we have no idea if they ever used it, or what happened to it. They also gave everyone a lovely Christmas plant, and I found room for that and am enjoying it. In the daytime I set it on the air conditioner, which we are not using now, and that puts it in the living cum bedroom window so it can get some natural light. At night I put it on the little round table back of the clock, so we can put the blinds down at night. It was the only Christmas decoration I put up, and it looked nice from the outside as well as inside.

 

I thought the big centerpiece would be fine on a casket, with the big maroon colored balls and blue candles removed, if we should need one while it is around! I think the boy's leader, or MIA Superintendent, or at least a man, chose it. It is very nice to look at, and being artificial it would last a long time. Whoever chose it had never been in our little apartment. We thought it might look funny hanging on the slanted ceiling over the filing cabinet, the only unused wall we had!

 

I am still working on genealogical sheets, the aunts and uncles on direct lines, and scripture study, and practicing the piano and exercising. There is never a moment when I do not know what I could do. Hardly time to keep up this journal. I said I would not type these journals, but I suppose if I live long enough and have time (Note: I did.)

 

The dogs are having a field day in barking at the neighbors. But that is preferable to goes on at the other neighbor's house. There are some new renter's, and they must be running some kind of house, like prostitution or and drugs etc. Cars come and go all night, usually accompanied by loud voices, slamming doors, etc. We were awakened one night last week at 3 a.m. by a loud knock on the door.

 

Howard called out "Yes, what is it?' and a woman’s voice said something, but we could not understand it. Howard looked out but she was gone. Probably she was "high" or something. Howard dressed and went out and looked around, but no one was to be seen. I suppose we could complain about it to the police, but that might mean we have enemies living beside us, and no favorable results, so better as it is.

 

We could, possibly sleep all day and stay awake at night. We are not getting much sleep with the dogs and the other neighbors. I was so sleepy the next night I slept through most of it. "They" always say older people do not need much sleep, but I still like seven hours sleep.

 

Jessica arrived Saturday night, but had been up so much preparing for exams, and getting ready to come home, she did not feel very well. The plane was an hour late, because when she was to change planes, the next plane missed the edge of the runway and got stuck, and all the passengers had to get out and push. Just like an old car, but probably not too many airplane passengers have to get out and push! I do not think I would feel very secure riding in a plane that could not keep on the runway, even before it tried flying in the air.

 

Christmas Eve arrived, the weather is nice and no snow. We went to Bartly's and all opened one present, and had the bible reading, and the usual Christmas Eve things. The next morning we went over to see them open the rest of the presents. I had started our own dinner so we did not eat there when invited. We did go over there again in the evening. Jaqui's brother visited earlier in the evening. He is moving further south where he hopes the job will not mean working such long hours. The place he is going to is only open 13 hours a day, the one he is leaving is open 24 hours a day.

 

Now it is the day after Christmas, so time as been passing away as swiftly as usual.

 

January 1, 1986. I went to bed last night at a reasonable time, but was kept awake until 12 p.m. anyway. They seem to think firecrackers, or should say fireworks, are necessary to usher in the New Year.

 

This morning I followed my usual custom and wrote 1986 on the first cheques in my checkbooks, so I cannot write 1985 by mistake.

 

Last Sunday we went out with Bartly's family on a drive to get a guard dog. They thought the older dogs too expensive so got a puppy. A great Dane, I believe. All black except a bit on one front paw, toes, of white. So much stealing goes on, they feel a guard dog a necessity. And what with child abductions going on, it is nice for the children to take a dog along if walking anywhere. As the dog is only six weeks old, that will be later. So now we know why everyone in Fort Worth has two dogs or more.

 

The dog is now named Targo and seems a nice quiet dog for her age. The children give her so much attention during this holiday, she will be lonesome when school starts again. Her nose is like an unexpanded accordion now. I suppose when she is grown it will be like a Great Dane.

 

Sunday, January 5. Weather still nice. Bartly took us out Saturday to a clothing store he had heard about. He did not find anything he wanted, but I happened to notice a suit that fit Howard, even pant legs just the right length, but he wants the waist let out a little. Good material, looks new, no sign of wear, hand finished which would be a sign of quality. And it is light enough to wear in hot weather. Color grey, but not solid grey. Maybe not as sharp on him as his blue suit, but fine for everyday mission wear. And the cost, $14.00, but all men’s clothing was half price also.

 

January 30, 1986. Have not written for a while, mainly waiting and improving my patience. Doing my best to keep busy. Distribution centre sent yellow work sheets, instead of the better white family group sheets, so I am running out of sheets before I run out of time.

 

Still lovely weather, which we enjoy. But there are draw-backs here, the stealing is over 40% above that of last year. Bartly's house was burglarized between when Howard and Jerrin came over here for lunch and a little rest, and by the time they got back, and it was not long either. I went along the side of the house to the mailbox to see if there was any mail, and heard the dog barking, but did not see anything. I don't suppose it would have been smart for me to tackle the thieves anyway, had I known they were there. We were not expecting it in the middle of the day, but I think any time goes here.

 

Bartly said he was glad no one was at home, or someone might have been hurt. And even if we had seen them go in or out, the phone was over in the house. It might have taken too long to have found anyone at home who would let us use their phone. I feel bad that we did not notice and try to do something about it. Now Howard has put on better locks, they will have to break something to get in now. The house was locked at the time, but the police say they can get in with that kind of lock using a credit card. The outside doors have glass squares in the top part, and I suppose they could knock that out. The insurance will cover loss, but some things will not get replaced.

 

I am tired of waiting to hear if they accepted us for a mission. Perhaps they are having a hard time finding a place where they can use us. I feel so up in the air when I cannot make any plans for the future.

 

Such lovely weather, it is hard not to have spring fever.

 

February 16. The mission calls came in a little over a month, and I suppose that is not long. They say we go to the Florida Fort Lauderdale Mission. About the worst as far as climate is concerned. I want to go where called, but can't help thinking about how the hot weather affects me. I am no good for anything when the temperature is high. I think the medicine I am taking makes this problem worse. The mission president wanted us to have a car, and we do not think we can drive in a city, and do not have a car worth taking anyway. I suppose there are always problems. I thought we could walk around and take buses, but in that heat?

 

I asked Howard if I should tell the mission president we did not have a car, and he said it would do no harm. But he was wrong, because the mission president phoned the Stake President and told him we did not want to go there, which was somewhat true. So Howard thought I had told him we did not want to go, and he was angry with me. Reasonably good intentions sure can cause trouble. Maybe better to have no good intentions.

 

Perhaps it would have been better to have sneaked in with my problems unsolved, and let them find out the hard way. Howard thinks all I need is enough faith and I would have no problem, which I would like. On the other hand if the Lord decided not to answer that way, and thought I should tough it through, they might have had to send us elsewhere, taking much time from our all too short year. We later knew a couple who had to be moved because the heat made the lady sick. I thought they should at least know, and from the President's letter, it sounded like he would much rather have someone else who could stand the climate, etc.

 

I suppose we might buy a second hand car when we arrived in the mission field, but if it cost more than $500.00 we would end up in financial difficulties, and if it cost a lot for repairs while we were there, it would have the same result. So Howard now thinks we will not go there, but will be called to Canada. I have told them we would go where called if they think it best, but Howard thinks I have committed a grave sin in telling them how heat affects me, and in telling them we do not have a car or whatever.

 

Howard is not a good driver in congested areas because he has had no experience, and I do not think I am brave enough to ride with him while he gets the experience. The main question is what the Lord thinks about all this. So far we have not been rejected for a mission, and I am trying to find a few things we will need.

 

I got a rain coat, with a detachable warm lining, so it can be used anywhere! We will need the raincoat in Miami, and they said no winter coats but take sweaters for any cold spell in the winter. Being so damp there, any cold feels very cold. I can't find any shoes like they want lady missionaries to wear that I can stand. I am only comfortable with my toe that was broken in sandals, and I should think they would be all right in Miami. They are all I can walk in anyway. So there I am going against the rules already.

 

Howard found a little shop where they guarantee to fit you, and he was sure he could fit me. Ha. The only shoes he could suggest, after I had walked about 12 blocks, were so ugly I could just as well buy men's shoes for me, because they looked better. Everything else I might have tried, were only samples and you had to order the shoes you wanted. We did not have time for that. So back all those blocks and my legs are telling me loud and clear how far I walked yesterday. And I don't suppose that was far enough for a missionary.

 

Jaqui thinks she has found sandals like I want, and will take me there Monday night. Stores are always open here expect early in the morning. Unless we go to a freezing climate it is sandals for me, as I can't wear anything else. What if it freezes? Casual shoes which we should not wear, or overshoes if I can find any of those to fit loosely. For the rest of my clothes I will take what I have. Can't find what I would like that fits me anyway. I guess they will have a hard time with me all around.

 

I have been spending so much time on scripture study I can understand, if not emulate, missionaries who break away and go to a movie or something for a change. I would like a change, but nothing suitable is available. So more study until I go to bed for a change.

 

Another sacrifice I made, the first one, while we were in Salt Lake, was to stop reading anything except the scriptures and church magazines, in preparation for that rule in the mission field, and I have that one down pat. One up for me. It is unreasonable to think I do everything wrong.

 

So more study until I go to bed. We have the discussions and now need to learn all of them, without giving up scripture study, and it will be no time until we go, unless they change the time too. We have our flight booked for March 7th. Just 19 days until we go, if it all goes according to plan.

 

We have to have shots for TD, but Howard has had it so no shot for him, tetanus, but Howard had this when the dog bit him last spring, diphtheria, mumps, I have had this, and measles, rubella. They have to order the serum, and they have not yet phoned that it is in.

 

I have about reached the point where I am willing to go with what we have, and go without what we do not have. We are getting our temple recommends Wednesday night.

 

I have to pack up everything we are leaving, as well as what we are taking. Hope the genealogical records will be safe while we are gone. The toiletries and things that can't take he heat are going to Bartly's house again. What with my sins catching up with me and everything else, it is rather a nerve wracking time.

 

February 26, 1986. Month nearly gone. Found out I had been thinking March 7 was a Thursday, I believe the lady at the travel agency said so. But it is a Friday, so nine days from now we will be in the air on the way to the M.T.C.

 

Had a nice farewell meeting last Sunday. As I felt like I was getting the 'flu a couple of days before, I was happy it did not, yet, anyway, develop into anything. I felt lazy and coughed, but I did not cough on Sunday, so had no extra trouble while giving my talk.

 

Finally we got our tickets, and obtained our temple recommends. After giving up on the vaccine, it arrived Monday and we had out shots today. Howard had two teeth getting loose. They felt all right when he had the other one out. So back to the dentist who pulled them yesterday. He said come back in three weeks and Howard said he would not be here. So he is going to take him the day before we leave, to put the two additional teeth on his partial. A good thing the dentists here do the work much sooner than those in Canada, although I am sure he hurried it up for a missionary. Did not have to send the plate off to a lab, the dentist himself does it, and in a very short time.

 

Bartly was telling me about the way they capped a tooth for him. No sending away for a crown, they just impress it right on the tooth, and as quickly have it done.

 

It is hard for me to have enough study time now, but I get all I can. As I packed up things we did not need to use for our stay, I do not have as much to put in plastic bags to keep clean for the year, but it is enough. I do not know how we will get all we have to take in our suitcases. We are shipping a box of bedding, kitchen ware essentials and a few other items, and clothes we could not get in the luggage.

 

This is March 4, three days left. I am busy enough, and could spend all my time on the discussions. I have to spend time cleaning up and still packing things away.

 

Jaqui took Howard to the Dentist and brought him back, as he was not there long.

 

March 7. The day of departure has arrived. Up early to finalize everything. All ready, including the washing of all dirty clothes and putting them away. Goodbyes to everyone. It is much more fun to greet them. We were early for the flight, which was much better than being late and hurrying at the last minute. Bartly stayed away from work to take us to the airport, and we appreciated his help with the heavy luggage. (Note: Long after we learned he was coming down with a bad case of the 'flu, and can't have felt at all like doing this. So sorry.)

 

He talked with us a little, and then had to leave as his parking time was up. Soon afterwards our flight was called. I was sleepy, but they kept me awake with first a snack, then a meal. It did not seem very long until we arrived at the Salt Lake Airport. When we got down to the baggage pickup Rod was there to meet us. We waited a bit for our luggage. Then Rod said we might as well go into Salt Lake and do what we needed to do. We went to the bank and got our traveller's checks, to the Z.C.M.I. for a few things, to the Relief Society Building, and Howard went to the temple to see his friends in the laundry and other places. Then back to meet Rod and go to Mapleton.