Sylvia's baby, Vietnamese

That summer, 1975, Sylvia and Brent were moving to Montezuma Creek, on the Indian Reservation in Southern Utah and we were going to help. At first, we had a large trailer hooked up to our station wagon with all their furniture but the load was too heavy for our car. A truck was rented and Leon, Nancy age 5, and I started out on the trip. Sylvia and Brent went in their own car. I couldn’t believe how often we stopped for gas for that truck. We had to fill up in Victorville, which was just barely starting out on the trip. I think the truck got about three miles to the gallon and we stopped at every little town on our way. The kids had either rented or bought a trailer in Montezuma Creek and everything was unloaded Brent worked as a teacher’s aid at the elementary school.
I can’t remember whether it was on the way to Montezuma Creek or on the way home, but we stopped for the night at a motel. We made a little bed on the floor for Nancy to sleep on, made of blankets. Returning from the Barlows, a sheep ran into the road and we hit it. Nancy felt so badly about that, it really upset her.
In September, when Sylvia’s baby was expected, Leon, Alan and I drove back to Montezuma Creek to help out. Jennifer Lynn, our first grandchild, was born in Monticello on September 5th. How exciting, such a sweet little baby. Leon returned to Garden Grove to continue teaching. On September 6th, Brent and I celebrated their first wedding anniversary by eating out at a restaurant after visiting Sylvia in the hospital. After about a week, Leon drove back up to bring us home..
Sometime during 1975, many Vietnamese came into the U.S. Members of the church were asked to help out so we opened our home to two boys, Nien and Xuan Van Vu. Nien was the oldest about 27, and had been a teacher, Xuan was about 18. Leon had partitioned part of the garage so that we had two little bedrooms in it. Doug and Mark had bunk beds in the first room and the other boys in the back. Shortly afterwards, their brother Gon joined us. It was quite an experience! They took turns in all our activities and prayers. For family night they played the guitar and sang songs but never changed chords. It sounded very different to our ears and we never could figure out if they just didn’t know how to play or if that was really how it was supposed to sound. When I brought out the clothes basket with the socks in it to fold, Nien would say "the sock game." Sylvia, Brent and Jenny came for Christmas and when Nien prayed, he would say "and bless bebbee." meaning Jenny.