After I had Lana, I suffered greatly with, forgive me here, hemorrhoids!  They stayed with me all my life but never so bad as then.  I would go into the bathroom and when I came out I would be almost fainting.  Our couch was just on the other side of the bathroom door.  I would fall onto it and lay there until I could regain my senses.  I remember being outside and two women stopping to talk to me on the sidewalk near our apartment, clucking over Lana.  I tried to shorten the conversation because I thought I was going to faint right in front of them.  The pain was so severe—just one of my not-so-pleasant memories when I was suffering so. Scott was well into his classes, and he had a great deal of typing to be done on a manual typewriter, which is all we had then.  He could type, but not as fast as I could.  He would explain how the paper was to be typed, with all the notations on the bottom of the paper in just the right position.  When he would come home after school and work, he would write his papers, handing me the dictionary to look up words.  He said if he started looking at the dictionary, he would get carried away reading the words and lose precious time.  That was how I gained my education, typing up papers for Scott.  I would also enjoy asking questions.  Scott was really bright. Many, many nights, I would sit at the typewriter, Scott’s hand-written papers glaring at me.  Scott had to get to bed because he needed the sleep.  He always needed more sleep than I did.  I would sometimes have to gently wake him up because I couldn’t read some word he had written.  I did get pretty good at interpreting his writing!  (Deborah Speed can verify that his writing is somewhat of a challenge.  She typed up his missionary journal!) During those nights, Lana would wake up, and I would hurriedly run into the bedroom and nurse her to get her back to sleep.  Whenever I did get to bed in the wee hours of the morning, if Lana started to make sounds, I would get her out of her bassinette so she wouldn’t wake up Mr. and Mrs. Cheney.  Their bedroom was right above ours, and I was so afraid to make any noises.  My pediatrician, Dr. Wakefield, told me I should never lie down to nurse my babies but had to sit up! Poor Lana, I just ruined her sleeping patterns.  In fact, there were no patterns! I always rocked Lana to sleep.  I would sing to her.  My songs were not the most beautiful, but they were the songs of a mother singing to her darling baby girl when no one else could hear. Dawn and Lana, probably taken on a Sunday afternoon behind the Foote home. Mother (Venice Anderson) Me and Lana also Scott’s Mom (Fanny Orrock) Scott standing behind. We took many pictures of our first child, Lana Lane Orrock, I loved playing with me darling little girl.