(1973) Dear Classmates,

At first, the thought of cramming 42 years into one short page seemed impossible, but as I crossed out item after item as being of no importance to anyone but myself and my family, I suddenly realized that I hadn't accomplished very much and one page was sufficient.

I left Montpelier with my family in May of 1932. We moved to Ogden, Utah, where the folks owned a home. As you probably all remember, jobs at that time were scarce, so for about l ½ years I stayed at home, helping with painting, varnishing, etc., that had not been done for years. Finally, in 1934 I went to work at Shupe-Williams Candy Company where I worked (and ate up the profits) for the next seven years. During this time I attended night school intermittently, but was always too scared to go job hunting. Finally, in December of 1940 I found the courage to look for another job, and on 2 January 1941 I went to work for Zion’s Wholesale Grocery as a secretary / cashier. I worked there for the next seven years.

It was during the time I was working at Zion’s that a fellow coworker introduced me to the man who later became my husband. He was a brick mason by trade, and had been born and raised in Centerville, Utah. Centerville is about 15 miles north of Salt Lake City. We were married 14 June 1947 and made our home in Centerville. For the next 15 years I stayed at home and thoroughly enjoyed being a wife, mother, Primary teacher, Sunday school teacher, Den Mother, and all the usual things. We had three sons - Scott, born 13 November 1948; Bill, born 25 September 1951; and Steve, born 29 April 1954.

In March 1962 I decided it was about time to start working for a salary again, so I took the Civil Service test and went to work as a secretary-steno at Mill Air Force Base. I am still employed there.

Tragedy struck our home when my husband died 1 November 1969. My boys are all still at home. Scott served a mission to the Eastern Atlantic states and is now employed at Ketchum Builders Supply in Salt Lake City. Bill and Steve are both attending Weber College in Ogden and working part time, which keeps them pretty busy. My father died almost 1 ½ years ago. He was nearly 91. My mother, who is now 81, still lives by herself in Ogden. Two years ago she broke one of her legs, and this spring she broke the other one. She now has a pin in each of them, but her determination keeps her going. My brother Oliver and his wife, still live in Ogden, and Len lives in Dallas, Texas. I also have a step-son in Priest River, Idaho, and a step-daughter in Hunter, Utah.

My nose is kept pretty much to the grindstone, but I manage time to watch my boys play church ball——basketball in the winter and softball in the summer. We have a camper and try to squeeze in two or three short fishing trips each summer, but it is becoming increasingly difficult with all our different schedules. Then--if I have any time left over--my hobby is still sewing.