Uncle Mark added a porch out from the kitchen.  Down the steps from the porch and out the west door, he put in a patio and surrounded it with lattice.  We enjoyed many a luncheon out there or just relaxed and visited.  I realize now that people visited more in those days, and laughter usually went with a good visit. We were there for about three months until I had Lana in May.  We must have sold our bedroom set when we left our house on 1100 North because I don’t remember it being with us in any of our subsequent moves. Scott was a veteran of World War II so he was subsidized each month from the government as long as he went to school.  The government gave money to every war veteran to help with their future.  They had to be going to school or setting up a business or some other venture.  It was called the GI Bill.  I don’t know what we would have done without that money.  Even with it, Scott always had to have an extra job to keep us going, especially during summer break. After I quit work, I was no longer sick! It was such a relief to me.  I was six months along when we moved into my uncle’s home.  I could finally help clean house during the day.  After the house was clean, I would get into the tub and take a nice warm bubble bath.  (We bathed then.  There weren’t showers in many bathrooms at that time.)  Uncle Mark had made me a little table when I was young.  Somehow that table ended up in the bathroom for our combs, lotions, etc.  There would have been a small cabinet above the sink but no other cupboards.  Scott had brought home a silk kimono from Hawaii for me.  I would put the kimono on and lie down on the bed slithering around, feeling the softness of the material on my clean body.  I always had a book in my hands to read. Scott had bought the book Thunder Cave by Jeremiah Stoker (a member of our church) for me to read.  His mom had read that book to him when he was little and he loved it.  I don’t think she read a lot to him so it was special.  I loved it, too.  I would soon be dozing comfortably until it was time for dinner.  I should add here that my mother, with or without Aunt Maude, would fix us dinner.  Mother would come home from work at about 3:30 p.m. and start dinner so it was on the table at 5:00.  For as long as I could remember, that had been the time for dinner.  Oh, the wonderful smells that would come from that kitchen!  Usually there would be fried chops—pork or maybe lamb. Oh, that smell!  Potatoes, vegetables, green salad and bottled fruit.  And just as enjoyable was the conversation around the dinner table.  I was always a willing worker and either did the dishes or helped with them.  Conversation while washing the dishes was often regarding the Gospel.  I had so much to learn and was eager to do so.  Aunt Maude was a good teacher.  Mother was a good listener and conversationalist.  They both had a great sense of humor, so we laughed a lot. Lana Lane was Born May 8, 1950 The day Lana was born, May 8, 1950, Scott and I had walked all over downtown.  I don’t know what our goal had been.  I remember my legs felt wobbly, so we splurged and took a taxi home.  When we got home we were told, “Uncle Mark has a new car!”  Mother, Scott and I got in the car to have a little ride around town.  We arrived back at the house, but before I could get out of the car, my water broke!!  I didn’t know what had happened.  I was scared and humiliated.  Of course, I cried.  Mother soothed me and ran into the house for towels.  Uncle Mark was mostly concerned about me.  Bless his bachelor heart.  His new car would never be the same.  Lana was two weeks early! The next thing I remember was being in a hall of the Utah Valley Hospital while I was in labor!  People were walking back and forth past me and sometimes they would look over at me.  I felt very exposed.  The hospital was being added on to, and there was a lot of building noise and no extra labor rooms, just the hall!  Doctor Thomas was my doctor.  When I was finally in the delivery room, he gave me a spinal injection.  He told me I could only have that for my first baby.  It took all the pain away!  Scott was relegated to the waiting room.  I had Lana. After I delivered Lana, they put me in a room with seven other women.  It used to be a porch that had been closed in to provide more room for maternity patients.  I didn’t know that I was not to raise my head because of the spinal injection.  Some nurse had given me a pillow to put under my head.  Another nurse came along, checking all the patients.  When she noticed my head on a pillow, she yanked it out from under my head and yelled at me saying, “Don’t you know you can get a terrible headache by having that pillow under your head!!”  Of course, I was embarrassed.  I told Doctor Thomas what she had done.  I had not been told I was not to raise my head for a certain amount of time after the birth.  He was so angry because she had spoken to me in that tone.  He really ripped into her.  I just loved my doctor, my hero!  I learned over the years that same nurse had been rude to other women while they were in labor!  We did learn years later that she had finally married and had a child of her own.  She still worked at the hospital and had changed completely.  Experience is such a good teacher! They were so busy at the hospital.  They would bring Lana to me for just a few minutes and then take her away.  It was a wonder I was able to get her to nurse.  Lana weighed about 6 pounds 7½ ounces and was 21 inches long.  Amazing that I can remember—she was my first! The day Lana was born, we had one of the biggest snowstorms of the year.  May 8th!  I felt so bad for Scott.  He had to walk home from the hospital, and then each day he would walk from BYU to visit me at noon.  I was so happy to see him.  He also came to visit me each evening until visiting hours were over, and then he would walk back home in all that snow!  I stayed in the hospital for three days.  Scott came faithfully.  I could hardly wait to get out of there so I could have my baby and my husband by my side. Our Second Home—Cheney’s basement apartment June 1950 to March 1951 (approximately) Our next move was not far away, just across the street from the Foote Home.  The tiny apartment was in the basement of the Cheney’s home. The apartment had one bedroom and one bathroom.  The living room and kitchen were one room.  It was very small.  The apartment was furnished with a couch and table and chairs.  We had our rocking chair in the living room.  There was room for my portable bath to be set up by the kitchen sink.  Mother would come over to the apartment and bathe baby Lana after her work.  My hands were covered with eczema, and water made them so sore.  Of course back then, we had cloth diapers, and I had to rinse them out in the toilet—a very painful experience for me throughout the years.  Rubber gloves just made my hands sweat, which would be worse, so Mother would relieve me by bathing Lana.  Each day when she would take Lana in her arms, she would say to her, “Do you want a bath?”  When Lana was 8 months old she could say, “Bath.”  We had a record of it because Scott was taking a class where the teacher required each student to record a baby or child up to a certain age.  Scott recorded Lana for that term.  I have looked through some of the things Scott has saved but cannot find the notes from that class.  I am disappointed!  I would have loved to give that record to Lana now.  [Apparently, I had given it to Lana years ago, and she found and read it 64 years after it was written.] Every day, while living in Cheney’s apartment, I would vacuum the floor and furniture, dust our few things and, of course, my bed was made and the bedroom straightened.  There was an old wringer washer downstairs that we all used. I really enjoyed using that old washer.  It made me feel like I was my mother.  I would hang my clothes out on the pull line at the back of the house to dry.  I felt very satisfied pulling in those clean clothes off the line and throwing them on my bed to separate them.  It was like playing house. When Lana was taking naps during the day and when my work was done, I would lie on the couch and read.  Scott had bought a wonderful book for me. It was filled with the stories of Mark Twain.  I even loved the look of it.  I’m sure I still have that book.  I read it all the way through and enjoyed his humor and was sad when it was finished. I remember I perfected a homemade chocolate cake with luscious fudge frosting.  I was very proud of making those cakes.  I enjoyed baking.  I was grateful we had been given a small electric cooker at our reception.  I cooked most of our meals in that.  I learned how to layer meat, potatoes and vegetables.  We had that cooker for years!  I never became a great cook, but I did, somehow, feed my family. Uncle Mark’s patio with Mother (Venice Anderson) in the background Second cousins Enid Rutherford Shelton & baby, Dawn Orrock & Lana Lane, Janene Thomas & baby. Picture taken at family reunion in Pioneer Park. Cheney’s home, we entered around the back to the right of the house. I love the pictures of the backyard of Uncle Mark’s home. Aunt Maude told me she had planted the tall tree in the background. Uncle Keith kept up the garden and Uncle Mark had built the fence.} Taken in back of Uncle Mark’s home