Before we moved to Maryvale, we took the family camping. Sylvia was 5, David 4, Tricia 2 ½, and Alan just a few months. We went north near Oak Creek Canyon but camped by another stream. We just laid our blankets on the ground and had one big family bed. Alan was in a little portable canvas bed I had gotten with Green Stamps. The kids played in the water and had so much fun. We drove to the Grand Canyon and also visited a fire lookout. The little house was built way up high and we had to climb up lots of stairs to reach it. Leon was really worried with the little kids climbing the stairs; he was afraid they would fall through the railing. The view was spectacular and the ranger very kind.
The house in Maryvale was very nice; four bedrooms, two baths with a family room off the kitchen. It had a very large back yard and a garage that Leon converted to a music studio where he gave clarinet lessons. Sylvia’s kitten Sugar got run over by a car so we got another one, a distant relative. It was orange and not as nice a cat. She named it Pinky and it was rather wild.
A family that lived in back of us had twin daughters named Brenna and Brenda plus a younger girl. Sylvia and Tricia became very good friends with them and they played together a lot.
Not long after moving there, David came riding up the sidewalk crying very loudly. When I got to him I could see a bow in his left arm. It was just a big dip. I called Leon at work and he came and took him to the doctor. While Leon was holding David on his lap, the doctor asked him if David was a brave boy. Leon said he was and the doctor just grabbed the arm and pushed it back into place. Leon said that the doctor hadn’t asked him if he were brave! That was hard for him. David wore a cast for several weeks. He had told me he had fallen off his tricycle but it wasn’t until many many years had passed that he confessed he had fallen off a roof, a place he was told not climb on. The decoration on the front of a neighbor’s house was like an A-frame and the sides reached down almost to the ground; very accessible to little boys.
That first summer in our home, Leon worked in a plant that was trying to extract tungsten from tailings. It was very dirty work!!! He would come home black from head to toe. He was quite a sight; only the whites of his eyes were normal color. I would make him get out of his dirty clothes by the front door. I kept a special pair of underwear for him to wear at work because I couldn’t get the clothes clean, always very grey!
Gina and Keith moved into a little old house not far from us. Early one Sunday morning, Gina and her kids appeared on our doorstep. Their house had caught on fire! I think their genealogy books were about the only things saved. Luckily they had all gotten out in time. I believe it was a problem with the wiring. They soon moved into a nice large home, still quite close to us. We would take our kids to Nelson’s Pool frequently during the summer. We had fun
Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Greer House in Phoenix, 1958-59
While living in the little house on 39th street, on the east side of Phoenix, Leon graduated from Arizona State with a BA degree. Also, Sylvia developed the habit of sucking her thumb and pulling out her hair. The top of her head was just stubble! We tried everything we could think of to make her stop sucking her thumb, the only time she pulled out her hair. We tried nasty-tasting stuff on her thumb. We also tried tieing newspapers on her arms so her thumb couldn’t reach her mouth, all to no avail. We finally got a black and white kitten and that did the trick. She loved that kitten whom she named "Sugar". I guess petting the kitten helped her to not want to suck her thumb and pull out her hair. It is the only cat I have really liked.
Leon obtained work in the Alhambra school district, on the west side of town. He taught band in elementary schools, going to two schools a day. He was one of two band directors. A family in the ward named Greer moved out of their house into a new one and offered the old one to us. Since Leon was now employed we moved into that house. It was on Picadilly street. The house had three bedrooms and one bath but with a toilet in the laundry room. The back yard was a grapefruit orchard. Men would come pick the fruit each year and pay us for it. The yard was watered by irrigation water and the kids loved to wade in it when it was our turn to inundate our yard.
We were expecting again. A woman in the ward told me that if I had a boy, that I would be really thrilled after having a girl, a boy, and another girl. I thought it a strange thing to say but I really was thrilled when Alan Veness was born, March12, 1959. He was 9 lbs and 9 oz. and was born at 10:30 a.m. Leon was supposed to be marching in a parade with the elementary band but when I started labor, he let the other band director take care of things and took me to Mesa to Dr. Allen. The doctor now had a brand new hospital, but nicer than the little clinic where Tricia was born.
My aunt Mona came to help us out. Leon earned her love and respect when he came home one day , I had come home from the hospital by then, and the house was really messy. I had washed my hair and curled it and all he said was "You look really nice." That impressed Mona. She thought it so nice of him to not comment on the mess.
Leon got tired of driving clear across town every day to teach school and a new housing development opened up in Glendale. The development was called Marysvale and built by John F. Long. The price was very affordable. We let Leon’s brother Bill and his wife Kathy have our house and we moved across town to a four bedroom, two bath home. It was on a cul-de-sac with a very large yard. Bill and Kathy decided to move to California so we had to give that house back to the Greers.
Leon obtained work in the Alhambra school district, on the west side of town. He taught band in elementary schools, going to two schools a day. He was one of two band directors. A family in the ward named Greer moved out of their house into a new one and offered the old one to us. Since Leon was now employed we moved into that house. It was on Picadilly street. The house had three bedrooms and one bath but with a toilet in the laundry room. The back yard was a grapefruit orchard. Men would come pick the fruit each year and pay us for it. The yard was watered by irrigation water and the kids loved to wade in it when it was our turn to inundate our yard.
We were expecting again. A woman in the ward told me that if I had a boy, that I would be really thrilled after having a girl, a boy, and another girl. I thought it a strange thing to say but I really was thrilled when Alan Veness was born, March12, 1959. He was 9 lbs and 9 oz. and was born at 10:30 a.m. Leon was supposed to be marching in a parade with the elementary band but when I started labor, he let the other band director take care of things and took me to Mesa to Dr. Allen. The doctor now had a brand new hospital, but nicer than the little clinic where Tricia was born.
My aunt Mona came to help us out. Leon earned her love and respect when he came home one day , I had come home from the hospital by then, and the house was really messy. I had washed my hair and curled it and all he said was "You look really nice." That impressed Mona. She thought it so nice of him to not comment on the mess.
Leon got tired of driving clear across town every day to teach school and a new housing development opened up in Glendale. The development was called Marysvale and built by John F. Long. The price was very affordable. We let Leon’s brother Bill and his wife Kathy have our house and we moved across town to a four bedroom, two bath home. It was on a cul-de-sac with a very large yard. Bill and Kathy decided to move to California so we had to give that house back to the Greers.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Life in Phoenix, 1956-57
We first lived in a little house, that was one of about five in a row, in an orange grove. The grove was on the front of the house and a driveway was in back of the houses with clotheslines on the side. Our little washer was outside on the back of the house by the door. It had two bedrooms with a large closet, reached by both rooms. Sylvia was a little pack rat and whenever the comb or another item was missing, it could be found on the floor of the closet. Some of the odd jobs Leon did to earn money was to play in the Phoenix symphony, wash dishes at a Mexican restaurant in the evenings, and or worked at a dog kennel. Some of these jobs were summer type, others during the school year.
I was expecting again and went to Dr. Ben Allen in Mesa. He had been one of my father’s missionaries in Argentina. A very caring person. If the doctor’s bill was paid before the baby was due, it was only $100.00! The hospital bill was comparable. His hospital was just a little clinic, later a nice hospital was built where others of our children were born. Patricia Ann was born on December 1, 1956. I had gone for my checkup that morning and the doctor told me I would have the baby before the next week. That afternoon my pains started. I had washed my hair and it was put up in curlers so that’s how I looked when she was born. She was 9 lbs. 4 oz and it was at 6:30 p.m. when she made her appearance. This experience was much better than in an army hospital. Leon’s parents came to help out with Sylvia and David. We now had three under the age of three all in diapers; Sylvia didn’t turn three until the end of January.
We next moved into an little old house on a large lot that had a horse pasture next to it. This had one bedroom and a large living/bedroom combined. The little bedroom had a door that opened onto the front porch but had no key. We put the baby’s bed in front of that door. The side door opened onto the living/bedroom. It had a large swamp cooler that blew air into the bedroom and the other large room.
Once, when Gina was having problems with her teeth, she came with her two little ones and stayed with us. She loved being on Sylvia’s bed where the cool air blew right on her. We enjoyed doing things with Keith and Gina and visited frequently with them. Their daughters Debbie and Melanie were exactly nine months older and nine months younger than Sylvia.
The pasture next to our lot was rented out to a boy for his horse. He took care of it. One Sunday morning, when Leon was at Priesthood meeting, the horse got loose. I took off after him with a rope, dressed in my robe and hair in curlers. I must have been a sight but I caught him and brought him back to the pasture.
I have a cherished memory of little David. Once I looked out of the window and saw him in the pasture looking up at the horse and the horse was looking down at him. It was a darling picture and I wish I had captured it on film. He was either 18 months or close to being two.
Some more memories of that house. Once, I caught Sylvia about to touch a scorpion on the rug inside the house. I quickly pulled her away and killed it. Another time, Sylvia and David decided to put "gasoline" in the car and put water in the gas tank. A scary memory happened one night when I had forgotten to lock the side door. Our bed was across the room. I heard someone outside the door and then saw the door handle start to turn. I sat up in bed and the noise must have scared the person away. That was very frightening.
I suffered a miscarriage while living at the little house; the only one I’ve had. It was on Valentine’s day and the person who prepped me painted a heart on me with something red. It was different being in the hospital with no baby.
I was the Primary chorister in our ward in Scotsdale. I was lucky with the accompanist because she could play by ear besides read notes. I made rhythm instruments and the kids played to the theme of the Adams Family, plus others.
I was expecting again and went to Dr. Ben Allen in Mesa. He had been one of my father’s missionaries in Argentina. A very caring person. If the doctor’s bill was paid before the baby was due, it was only $100.00! The hospital bill was comparable. His hospital was just a little clinic, later a nice hospital was built where others of our children were born. Patricia Ann was born on December 1, 1956. I had gone for my checkup that morning and the doctor told me I would have the baby before the next week. That afternoon my pains started. I had washed my hair and it was put up in curlers so that’s how I looked when she was born. She was 9 lbs. 4 oz and it was at 6:30 p.m. when she made her appearance. This experience was much better than in an army hospital. Leon’s parents came to help out with Sylvia and David. We now had three under the age of three all in diapers; Sylvia didn’t turn three until the end of January.
We next moved into an little old house on a large lot that had a horse pasture next to it. This had one bedroom and a large living/bedroom combined. The little bedroom had a door that opened onto the front porch but had no key. We put the baby’s bed in front of that door. The side door opened onto the living/bedroom. It had a large swamp cooler that blew air into the bedroom and the other large room.
Once, when Gina was having problems with her teeth, she came with her two little ones and stayed with us. She loved being on Sylvia’s bed where the cool air blew right on her. We enjoyed doing things with Keith and Gina and visited frequently with them. Their daughters Debbie and Melanie were exactly nine months older and nine months younger than Sylvia.
The pasture next to our lot was rented out to a boy for his horse. He took care of it. One Sunday morning, when Leon was at Priesthood meeting, the horse got loose. I took off after him with a rope, dressed in my robe and hair in curlers. I must have been a sight but I caught him and brought him back to the pasture.
I have a cherished memory of little David. Once I looked out of the window and saw him in the pasture looking up at the horse and the horse was looking down at him. It was a darling picture and I wish I had captured it on film. He was either 18 months or close to being two.
Some more memories of that house. Once, I caught Sylvia about to touch a scorpion on the rug inside the house. I quickly pulled her away and killed it. Another time, Sylvia and David decided to put "gasoline" in the car and put water in the gas tank. A scary memory happened one night when I had forgotten to lock the side door. Our bed was across the room. I heard someone outside the door and then saw the door handle start to turn. I sat up in bed and the noise must have scared the person away. That was very frightening.
I suffered a miscarriage while living at the little house; the only one I’ve had. It was on Valentine’s day and the person who prepped me painted a heart on me with something red. It was different being in the hospital with no baby.
I was the Primary chorister in our ward in Scotsdale. I was lucky with the accompanist because she could play by ear besides read notes. I made rhythm instruments and the kids played to the theme of the Adams Family, plus others.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Life in El Paso, TX & birth of David, 1964-55
Since Leon had completed his basic training and was now assigned to the 424th Army Band at Ft. Bliss, he was able to live off base. We lived in a variety of places in El Paso. The first was a room in a large house, bathroom down the hall. He brought Sylvia and me there when we were able to join him. The first night, after we were asleep, the bed collapsed! What a way to wake up. We were only in that room a day or two when we were able to move across the hall to a much larger room. This had a bed, table and chairs, refrigerator, little stove, and a sink. We were there several months.
We then moved to a little rock house closer to the base. The area was called Logan Heights. This had a bedroom and living room, kitchen and bath but it had COCKROACHES! If there is anything I hate in this world it is cockroaches. We then moved to a little apartment on top of a garage. It had a large room, a combination living room and bedroom, with a kitchen and bath. We have pictures of Sylvia here in her high chair and on the lawn. I would see a sad sight out of my windows every week. Prisoners in shackles would clean trash in the alley behind us. It always gave me a sad feeling to see them.
I was now expecting another baby and we needed a bigger place. A motel had been converted into apartments and we moved into a two bedroom apartment. It was nice to have more room. Our next door neighbors were also members of the church and in the army. They had a little boy Sylvia’s age. They were Jerry and Lola Hyde.
When it was time for the baby to be born, my Mom came out on the bus to help out. I had gone to the doctor and he said I had miscalculated, that I was not big enough for the baby to be due. My Mom didn’t want to stay for weeks so that night she gave castor oil. Ugh! I started having pains in the night but couldn’t tell if they were gas pains or labor pains. They started to be really hard so Leon took me to the hospital and David was born 15 minutes after we got there. No time to be prepped! He was 7 lbs 10 oz. and was born at 6:45 a.m. The Air Force Hospital was a little bit better experience than the hospital in Albuquerque. We still took care of our babies but I don’t remember having to make my bed. They had given me a spinal, over my protests, saying it had been improved. I still had a headache but not as bad and it didn’t last as long.
We now had two darling children. Leon’s time in the service was up in December, 1955. At first he thought he would stay in El Paso. He did some substitute teaching in an elementary school but we decided to go back to BYU. We borrowed his grandparents farm trailer and loaded up all our furniture and started out. When we got to San Simon, in Arizona, the axle broke on the trailer, so we parked it at the side of the road and drove to Queen Creek, AZ, when Gina and Keith lived. Keith and Leon went back to San Simon, got the trailer fixed, and drove it back to Queen Creek.
Leon visited with the music people at Arizona State and got a music scholarship. That, and with his G.I. bill, made it possible for him to go on with his schooling.
We then moved to a little rock house closer to the base. The area was called Logan Heights. This had a bedroom and living room, kitchen and bath but it had COCKROACHES! If there is anything I hate in this world it is cockroaches. We then moved to a little apartment on top of a garage. It had a large room, a combination living room and bedroom, with a kitchen and bath. We have pictures of Sylvia here in her high chair and on the lawn. I would see a sad sight out of my windows every week. Prisoners in shackles would clean trash in the alley behind us. It always gave me a sad feeling to see them.
I was now expecting another baby and we needed a bigger place. A motel had been converted into apartments and we moved into a two bedroom apartment. It was nice to have more room. Our next door neighbors were also members of the church and in the army. They had a little boy Sylvia’s age. They were Jerry and Lola Hyde.
When it was time for the baby to be born, my Mom came out on the bus to help out. I had gone to the doctor and he said I had miscalculated, that I was not big enough for the baby to be due. My Mom didn’t want to stay for weeks so that night she gave castor oil. Ugh! I started having pains in the night but couldn’t tell if they were gas pains or labor pains. They started to be really hard so Leon took me to the hospital and David was born 15 minutes after we got there. No time to be prepped! He was 7 lbs 10 oz. and was born at 6:45 a.m. The Air Force Hospital was a little bit better experience than the hospital in Albuquerque. We still took care of our babies but I don’t remember having to make my bed. They had given me a spinal, over my protests, saying it had been improved. I still had a headache but not as bad and it didn’t last as long.
We now had two darling children. Leon’s time in the service was up in December, 1955. At first he thought he would stay in El Paso. He did some substitute teaching in an elementary school but we decided to go back to BYU. We borrowed his grandparents farm trailer and loaded up all our furniture and started out. When we got to San Simon, in Arizona, the axle broke on the trailer, so we parked it at the side of the road and drove to Queen Creek, AZ, when Gina and Keith lived. Keith and Leon went back to San Simon, got the trailer fixed, and drove it back to Queen Creek.
Leon visited with the music people at Arizona State and got a music scholarship. That, and with his G.I. bill, made it possible for him to go on with his schooling.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Birth of Sylvia, 1954
Sylvia says I should continue so occasionally I will keep on with my history.
In Albuquerque, the evening of January 27th, I went to the movies with Mom Honey and Joan and we saw "Kiss Me Kate". When I went to bed I felt something wet between my legs that I couldn’t stop. I called Mom and she told me my water had broken! This was three weeks before the expected delivery date. They took me to the Army hospital on the Sandia Army Base; that’s where Dad Honey worked. I spent all day, part of the time on a bed in the hall because there were so many expectant mothers. Dad checked in with me periodically to see how I was doing. Labor didn’t start until later in the day. They gave me a spinal (bad choice). The nurses said I was singing during labor, I guess to keep up my spirits. Sylvia was born about 7:45 p.m. about 6 lbs 5 oz. It was hard because my husband was in El Paso in basic training and my own mother in California.
The army didn’t coddle its patients. We had to make our own beds and I had a splitting headache from the spinal. All the mothers were put in a large room, had to be uncovered and disinfected when the male attendants brought us our babies! It was embarrassing but at least there were lots of us. After a day, the babies were left with us to care for. I was glad my Mom had had Mary when I was about 17 and knew how to care for babies. Some of the mothers had never held a baby. Leon wasn’t able to come see our daughter until she was about a week old. I was so happy to see him.
About the end of February or first of March, Leon was able to come get Sylvia and me and take us to El Paso.
In Albuquerque, the evening of January 27th, I went to the movies with Mom Honey and Joan and we saw "Kiss Me Kate". When I went to bed I felt something wet between my legs that I couldn’t stop. I called Mom and she told me my water had broken! This was three weeks before the expected delivery date. They took me to the Army hospital on the Sandia Army Base; that’s where Dad Honey worked. I spent all day, part of the time on a bed in the hall because there were so many expectant mothers. Dad checked in with me periodically to see how I was doing. Labor didn’t start until later in the day. They gave me a spinal (bad choice). The nurses said I was singing during labor, I guess to keep up my spirits. Sylvia was born about 7:45 p.m. about 6 lbs 5 oz. It was hard because my husband was in El Paso in basic training and my own mother in California.
The army didn’t coddle its patients. We had to make our own beds and I had a splitting headache from the spinal. All the mothers were put in a large room, had to be uncovered and disinfected when the male attendants brought us our babies! It was embarrassing but at least there were lots of us. After a day, the babies were left with us to care for. I was glad my Mom had had Mary when I was about 17 and knew how to care for babies. Some of the mothers had never held a baby. Leon wasn’t able to come see our daughter until she was about a week old. I was so happy to see him.
About the end of February or first of March, Leon was able to come get Sylvia and me and take us to El Paso.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Marriage, 1953
We both had already received our endowments so we attended a session at the Salt Lake Temple. Leon’s uncle Harold and aunt Vera went with us.
We decided to get married at conference time since that would be when my parents would be coming to Utah. We called them and gave them quite a surprise. When Mom was talking to Leon, she told him she didn’t know him and he replied that "Barbara did!" She told us later that when they met him; they had stopped by Provo on their way to Salt Lake City, that she cried all the way because he looked so young. He did look young.
We chose April 7 for our wedding day. I spent the night before with Mona at her motel but went to where my parents were staying that evening and Mom washed my hair for me. Leon’s parents and sister came up by bus from Albuquerque. Leon and I went to the county building to get the marriage license and he forgot to put money in the meter so he got a ticket! My aunt Lucy loaned me her wedding dress. The two sets of parents, two Uruguayan missionaries, Don McBride and Jim McGregor, were present at the ceremony. Dad had asked Elder Spencer W. Kimball to marry us. They were very well acquainted with him. The only thing I remember is his advice to have our children as the Lord sends them. Outside the temple Mona, her friend Verda, and Joan were waiting for us. Leon and I left everyone and had lunch at a drug store and then went to see the movie Peter Pan. We had an open house that evening at my aunt Naoma’s home. Many former Uruguayan missionaries came.
I had always planned on having Mona sing at my reception but it didn’t work out, Naoma’s piano didn’t work, but at least she was there.
We spent the night at a motel then drove to Provo to our apartment on 5th West. My roommates had broken into it and made a mess of everything! I guess they thought it was funny but it was just work for us to get everything straightened out.
Two days later I went with Leon and the orchestra on a one-day tour. The next week, I went with him and the band on a tour of Southern Utah. What a honeymoon, the two of us and 76 other band members. I passed out the programs. It was still fun.
Leon returned to school, also working at the State Hospital and I applied several places for work. I started out at Dixon-Taylor-Russell Dept. store and worked for a week as a secretary when I heard from the telephone company. That was a better place to work and so began there. I usually worked the 1 to 10:00 pm. shift. A second cousin Joan, daughter of my Mom’s favorite cousin Al Worsley, started at the same time with me.
Leon had dropped out of his AF ROTC courses so he lost his deferment from the draft. Instead of waiting to be drafted he volunteered for the draft in the army. He went in in December, 1953. We thought he would go to Ft. Ord in California, but since his home address had been New Mexico, he went to Ft. Bliss in El Paso, TX. Instead of staying with my folks in California I stayed with his parents in Albuquerque, NM. I was now expecting our first baby.
We decided to get married at conference time since that would be when my parents would be coming to Utah. We called them and gave them quite a surprise. When Mom was talking to Leon, she told him she didn’t know him and he replied that "Barbara did!" She told us later that when they met him; they had stopped by Provo on their way to Salt Lake City, that she cried all the way because he looked so young. He did look young.
We chose April 7 for our wedding day. I spent the night before with Mona at her motel but went to where my parents were staying that evening and Mom washed my hair for me. Leon’s parents and sister came up by bus from Albuquerque. Leon and I went to the county building to get the marriage license and he forgot to put money in the meter so he got a ticket! My aunt Lucy loaned me her wedding dress. The two sets of parents, two Uruguayan missionaries, Don McBride and Jim McGregor, were present at the ceremony. Dad had asked Elder Spencer W. Kimball to marry us. They were very well acquainted with him. The only thing I remember is his advice to have our children as the Lord sends them. Outside the temple Mona, her friend Verda, and Joan were waiting for us. Leon and I left everyone and had lunch at a drug store and then went to see the movie Peter Pan. We had an open house that evening at my aunt Naoma’s home. Many former Uruguayan missionaries came.
I had always planned on having Mona sing at my reception but it didn’t work out, Naoma’s piano didn’t work, but at least she was there.
We spent the night at a motel then drove to Provo to our apartment on 5th West. My roommates had broken into it and made a mess of everything! I guess they thought it was funny but it was just work for us to get everything straightened out.
Two days later I went with Leon and the orchestra on a one-day tour. The next week, I went with him and the band on a tour of Southern Utah. What a honeymoon, the two of us and 76 other band members. I passed out the programs. It was still fun.
Leon returned to school, also working at the State Hospital and I applied several places for work. I started out at Dixon-Taylor-Russell Dept. store and worked for a week as a secretary when I heard from the telephone company. That was a better place to work and so began there. I usually worked the 1 to 10:00 pm. shift. A second cousin Joan, daughter of my Mom’s favorite cousin Al Worsley, started at the same time with me.
Leon had dropped out of his AF ROTC courses so he lost his deferment from the draft. Instead of waiting to be drafted he volunteered for the draft in the army. He went in in December, 1953. We thought he would go to Ft. Ord in California, but since his home address had been New Mexico, he went to Ft. Bliss in El Paso, TX. Instead of staying with my folks in California I stayed with his parents in Albuquerque, NM. I was now expecting our first baby.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Life in Phoenix, then 2nd Year at BYU, 1951-53
I was overjoyed to receive a cablegram informing me that my family was returning and we would be reunited again! I was so excited to have them back. The younger ones had changed so much in the sixteen months we had been apart, I hardly recognized them, especially Nancy. I did not return to BYU but stayed with them and we moved to Phoenix where Dad started working with O.C., his brother, in the insurance business plus other things. We had a nice home on 19th Ave and Bethany Home Rd. At that time it seemed on the very outskirts of town. Dad taught me to drive and I got my first driver's license.
I was rather a loner that year, not having any close friends. Gina was busy with Keith and her marriage, which took place around the first of the year. I worked as a secretary for Lincoln National Life in downtown Phoenix. I rode in with Dad each day and would wait for him to pick me up in the evenings, sometimes for half an hour or more. I ate lunch at a little drug store then would roam all over downtown Phoenix during the rest of the lunch hour. Before Gina's marriage, while she worked at Penneys, we would go together.
Gina and I went to the temple on December 7, 1951, in preparation for her wedding. I can remember feeling so awed by everything. Dad would point to the beautiful paintings on the wall, wanting me to see them, but I felt I shouldn't be looking around. Afterwards, I went with the folks once a month to the Spanish session, enjoying it very much.
One of my former roommates, Lois Stratton, came to visit us in Phoenix. She talked about a quartet she sang in and told me one of the boys in it wanted to meet me; his name was Leon. I was planning on returning to BYU that fall and room with her again.
I went to Mutual at Manavu Ward when I returned to the Y and met the boy she talked about but he certainly wasn't interested in talking to me. I should have remembered that Lois would always tell you what she thought you wanted to hear, true or not.
I lived in a house with about six girls. We each took turns cooking, doing dishes, and cleaning house. One girl, a young freshman, was my constant shadow. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without her coming along to keep me company. I enjoyed my Spanish class and University Choir, directed by Crawford Gates; you didn't have to audition for this one.
Six boys boarded with us; five of them eating only supper and the other, Leon, had all his meals with us. I enjoyed cooking and acquired a good reputation as a cook. Leon was at our house a lot of the time, mostly working on his car.
I took Opera Workshop Winter Quarter and we put on "The Bartered Bride" by Smetana. I was in the chorus and a friend and I played two young village girls who flirted with the hero. It was a great experience. Leon played in the orchestra and so he would give rides to my friend and me, and others, to rehearsals. He said that my place was next to the driver's seat so that is where I sat.
We became very good friends.
One of my roommates was Yolanda Vinci, a member girl from Uruguay. The Junior Prom was coming up and Leon asked my roommates if they thought I would go to the prom with him if he asked me. They told him yes and, of course, told me about it. But he didn’t ask me! He thought Yolanda might never have the opportunity to attend one so he asked her. She said they talked about me all night. For some reason, I stayed up and waited for them and after Yolanda went to bed, Leon kissed me! I never went to a Junior Prom! We were together all the time after that.
We had one date, went to the Ad Ball. Spring break was coming up and he asked me to go to Albuquerque with him. He was also taking a returned lady missionary, who had served in Albuquerque, and her roommate. I got to meet his mother, father and sister Joan. His brother Bill was serving as a missionary in Uruguay. They were very nice to me.
One afternoon, we drove up in the Sandia Mountains and he asked me to marry him. I told him I’d have to think about it. Returning to Provo the generator went out in the car and he used his school registration money to pay for the repairs. Driving back I told him "yes." That cheered him up. I gave him my registration money, $50.00, since we were going to be married and I wouldn’t be returning to school. My decision felt good, like the right thing to do.
I was rather a loner that year, not having any close friends. Gina was busy with Keith and her marriage, which took place around the first of the year. I worked as a secretary for Lincoln National Life in downtown Phoenix. I rode in with Dad each day and would wait for him to pick me up in the evenings, sometimes for half an hour or more. I ate lunch at a little drug store then would roam all over downtown Phoenix during the rest of the lunch hour. Before Gina's marriage, while she worked at Penneys, we would go together.
Gina and I went to the temple on December 7, 1951, in preparation for her wedding. I can remember feeling so awed by everything. Dad would point to the beautiful paintings on the wall, wanting me to see them, but I felt I shouldn't be looking around. Afterwards, I went with the folks once a month to the Spanish session, enjoying it very much.
One of my former roommates, Lois Stratton, came to visit us in Phoenix. She talked about a quartet she sang in and told me one of the boys in it wanted to meet me; his name was Leon. I was planning on returning to BYU that fall and room with her again.
I went to Mutual at Manavu Ward when I returned to the Y and met the boy she talked about but he certainly wasn't interested in talking to me. I should have remembered that Lois would always tell you what she thought you wanted to hear, true or not.
I lived in a house with about six girls. We each took turns cooking, doing dishes, and cleaning house. One girl, a young freshman, was my constant shadow. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without her coming along to keep me company. I enjoyed my Spanish class and University Choir, directed by Crawford Gates; you didn't have to audition for this one.
Six boys boarded with us; five of them eating only supper and the other, Leon, had all his meals with us. I enjoyed cooking and acquired a good reputation as a cook. Leon was at our house a lot of the time, mostly working on his car.
I took Opera Workshop Winter Quarter and we put on "The Bartered Bride" by Smetana. I was in the chorus and a friend and I played two young village girls who flirted with the hero. It was a great experience. Leon played in the orchestra and so he would give rides to my friend and me, and others, to rehearsals. He said that my place was next to the driver's seat so that is where I sat.
We became very good friends.
One of my roommates was Yolanda Vinci, a member girl from Uruguay. The Junior Prom was coming up and Leon asked my roommates if they thought I would go to the prom with him if he asked me. They told him yes and, of course, told me about it. But he didn’t ask me! He thought Yolanda might never have the opportunity to attend one so he asked her. She said they talked about me all night. For some reason, I stayed up and waited for them and after Yolanda went to bed, Leon kissed me! I never went to a Junior Prom! We were together all the time after that.
We had one date, went to the Ad Ball. Spring break was coming up and he asked me to go to Albuquerque with him. He was also taking a returned lady missionary, who had served in Albuquerque, and her roommate. I got to meet his mother, father and sister Joan. His brother Bill was serving as a missionary in Uruguay. They were very nice to me.
One afternoon, we drove up in the Sandia Mountains and he asked me to marry him. I told him I’d have to think about it. Returning to Provo the generator went out in the car and he used his school registration money to pay for the repairs. Driving back I told him "yes." That cheered him up. I gave him my registration money, $50.00, since we were going to be married and I wouldn’t be returning to school. My decision felt good, like the right thing to do.
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