Lana playing with her friend Trudy Lana walking out of our downstairs Wymount apartment. Scott and Lana on a Sunday afternoon behind the Foote home. My cute little girl playing on the porch in front of our apartment in Wymount Village. We soon knew most of the people in our building.  We all attended church together.  Our church building was another barracks at the very south end of the buildings on the other side of the main street. Scott was gone so much of the time either at the library or at work.  I remember some of the men from the apartments playing with their own kids as well as with mine.  I can see them throwing my children into the air, wishing it were Scott playing with them instead. Our friends Kathy and Jim got a television.  You just didn’t see TV’s around Wymount.  While Jim was working as an attendant at the State Hospital, Kathy would go to bed and turn on her TV, which happened to be right over our bedroom.  She loved watching cowboy, shoot-‘em-up movies with the music building to a climax right over our heads!  Because she was such a good friend, I never mentioned it to her, but I heard plenty from Scott who was trying to sleep! Because we had neighbors with a connecting wall, you could hear everything— fights, babies crying (and there were a lot of babies in the Village), toilets flushing.  Yes, you could hear everything! Wymount was a wonderful little village.  I did make many friends there. I also never missed an opportunity to go to a church fireside where I could expand my understanding of the Gospel.  That was so important to me, and it seemed there were many others who lived in the area who were also intent on learning. I have always been aware of my surroundings, whether they be clean, confusing, orderly, dark or light, and whether I can change them to make me, my ‘inside me,’ feel better. Our apartment had two bedrooms on the west side.  Because we lived on the end of the building, we could get a nice breeze through the bedrooms, which others could not get.  When you walked into the front room, the bedrooms were on your left, and directly across from the front door were the bathroom and kitchen.  I did not want that to be the first thing visitors saw when they came into my home. We bought a lime green shower curtain.  Scott hung it from a beam so that it divided the bathroom and laundry area as well as creating a privacy hall into the bedrooms.  We also hung a sweet potato plant that sprouted out lime green colored vines that ran on top of that same beam.  It was an attractive divider for the kitchen area. The corridor kitchen was no wider than a hall. We had no refrigerator, only an icebox.  Our oven was no bigger than today’s standard size microwave.  The ‘stove’ consisted of two hot plates that lowered from either side of the oven.  It sat on the left side of the sink, which left us very little counter space in the kitchen.  Cooking on that stove was not fun.  I didn’t bake in the small oven much, even though I know others did. One night I fixed dinner for some of Scott’s visiting family: his mother, his sister, Maxine and her husband Boyd, and another of his sisters.  I was so nervous.  I couldn’t get all the food on the table without some of it getting cold.  Scott chastised me for this in front of our guests and embarrassed me almost to tears.  I was still young and nervous about cooking for other people. His family rallied around me and said everything was fine.  I was very grateful for their sensitivity.   The sink must have been fairly large because I bathed the children in it and washed their hair at the same time.  We have home movies of my playing with Lana’s wet, soapy hair, standing it into a Mohawk. We covered the painted wood floor in the living room with a sheet of linoleum that reached wall-to-wall.  It was a pleasant, shiny, multicolored green.  Scott had a good eye for design and was always helpful in making our place more attractive.  When people would come into our cozy apartment, they were always surprised at how attractive it was. We had been given a card table set for our wedding, which served as our table and chairs.  We used that set for many years. We didn’t have a couch when we first moved in.  Our first purchase was bunk beds for the kids.  Our next purchase was a couch because Billy, Scott’s brother, was coming to BYU on a tennis scholarship and needed a place to stay and sleep.  The couch was his bed.  I don’t remember when we purchased our second-hand phonograph/radio.  It was a piece of furniture we had for many years and was a delight for me.  I had many records and loved to play music during the day while I cleaned the house. We also had my small radio that I could sit on the edge of the kitchen counter.  I remember hearing “Days of Our Lives” and thinking that I did not want to get caught up in listening to soap operas. I also remember listening to Dwight D. Eisenhower talk. He was running for President. I was very impressed with him and became more knowledgeable about politics at that time. I remember making fudge when Bill was there.  He really liked my fudge.  Bill could be fun to be with or he could be a pain in the neck.  His language was not always appropriate, having just come from Richfield where the language could be rather colorful.  I remember telling him that he was going to have to change if he was going to BYU.  He did change!  He was also very bright and did well in school.  He loved school and met his darling Cherry there.  They continued his education in San Francisco where he went to dental school.  He graduated at the top of his class! The army paid for Bill’s dental schooling, which he paid back while stationed for three years in Germany.  While stationed there, he was a branch president and Cherry served as a Relief Society president.  They traveled around Europe and searched for their genealogy as often as they could.  Bill never stopped doing missionary work and was active in his ward in San Jose, California, as a stake missionary.  Even though he didn’t serve a mission (no doubt he was afraid of losing Cherry), just look at what they accomplished together!  Even though I was shocked when he chose not to serve, I learned that missions can be served in so many ways!  It was a good learning experience for me! I did digress but wanted to add that little information to our history.  Bill and Scott loved to reminisce about their childhood town.  They enjoyed this time together and were fairly close brothers even though they were seven years apart in age.  Bill was always concerned about his older brother’s health and would often chastise him for his poor eating habits.  He would also tell Scott to let things go that were getting him agitated.  Bill had been with their father when he had become extremely upset over something to do with the sheep shearing, and then watched as his father collapsed and died of a heart attack.  Bill did not want to watch his brother die the same way.  Bill stayed on our couch for about three months then found another apartment to move to. Lynne arrives December 1, 1951 Expecting Lynne made me a little anxious.  I had a spinal tap for pain when I delivered Lana but was told I couldn’t have it again because of the risks involved.  I wondered how I would manage the pain with Lynne. We must have borrowed Uncle Mark’s car when I was ready to deliver.  I remember walking up that long walk from the parking lot to the hospital entrance and having to stop each time I experienced a contraction.  I would stop for a few seconds until they passed.  I was so worried that the contractions would stop all together!  I didn’t want to go back home.  They took me in and prepared me on a bed/table.  Scott sat by me, holding my hand.  I was so tired that I went to sleep.  I woke up with the nurses pushing me into the delivery room.  I asked, “Where are you taking me?”  They told me I was going to have a baby.  I did!  As I was coming out of the ether, I heard Dr. Thomas say, “Relax your legs, Dawn, relax you legs,” then I heard the cry of a baby!! I remember thinking how bad I felt for men that they could never have this wonderful, amazing experience of having a baby!!  Lynne was born. Ether was what they gave women to get them through the worst part of their contractions.  Doctor Thomas told me that he had administered very little because he didn’t want the baby to have too much.  He said if the child received too much at birth, it could harm them for life.  He said often you wouldn’t know it had slowed the baby down until they were in school, and then it became noticeable.