1943, 13 years old.
I loved my Mom. She loved to tell me stories and introduced me to many of the best books of the day. She gave monthly book reviews to one of the clubs to which she belonged. She would read a book and then prepare a general review of that.book The review would contain the general overall story and then any of the especially interesting parts. She would practice her review of the book on me in the evening. I received previews of many excellent books when I was young.. She also told me many of her memories of events when she was young.. Following is her story of how she met my father.
"I had gone to a dance with several of my friends. In those days it wasn't necessary to have a date to go to a dance. Groups of young women would attend a dance to meet people and have fun dancing. During the dance, a young man entered the dance hall. I spotted him immediately and thought he was very handsome. He was tall, dark and fine looking. A short time later the young man asked me for a dance, but my dance card was already filled for a few more dances.. He entered his name on my dance card and said he would be back. His name was Charles and he never did come back." Incidentally, all young women carried a dance card when they went to a dance. The card listed the dances by number and when a boy asked a girl for a dance she checked her dance card. If she had already promised the next few dances to other boys, she would mention that the next dance she had open was three dances away. If the girl was popular, the boy was only too happy to have his name added to her dance card.
"By asking questions, I learned that Charles was attending college at BYU. He was home for the Christmas break. When Charles returned from BYU in the spring, I met him again at a dance. He asked me again for a dance but I reminded him that he had failed to return for a scheduled dance the previous Christmas. I asked him if he made a habit of that sort of thing. He apologized and we danced several more times during the evening. We enjoyed each others company and had a glorious summer dating when he was not out working with his father's sheep operation. The relationship was interrupted for several years when Charles received a mission call for the LDS Church. He left in May 1909. I went to Salt Lake to see him off."
Wisdom, from a favorite old farmer friend.
Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears very close resemblance to the first.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
Oh, dear, another Groaner - Evidence has been found that William Tell and his family were avid bowlers. However, all the league records were unfortunately destroyed in a fire. Thus we''ll never know for whom the Tells bowled.
And still, another one - A thief broke into the local police station and stole all the lavatory equipment. A spokesperson was quoted as saying, "We have absolutely nothing to go on."
Sister Mary Ann, who worked for a home health agency, was out making the rounds visiting home-bound patients when she ran out of gas. As luck would have it, a Texaco gasoline station was just a block away. So she walked to the station to borrow a gas can and buy some gas. The attendant told her that the only gas can had been loaned out, but she could wait until it was returned.
However, Sister Mary Ann was on the way to see a patient, so she decided not to wait, and walked back to her car. She looked for something in her car that she could fill with gas and spotted the bedpan she was taking to the patient! Always resourceful, Sister Mary Ann carried the bedpan to the station, filled it with gasoline, and carried the full bedpan back to her car.
As she was pouring the gas into her tank, two Mormon Missionaries watched from across the street. One of them turned to the other and said. "If it starts, I'm turning Catholic."
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