We still didn’t have a car, so when I went grocery shopping or to visit mother, I would push my buggy with my baby or babies in it.  It was never too difficult going down the hill, but pushing up was a little tougher.  I once got whistled at by some guys across the street from me as I pushed the buggy down the street.  I was so shocked.  My thought was, “Don’t they see I’m a mother?  You don’t whistle at mothers!”  I still remember the occasion, so I’m sure I was a little bit pleased. Lynne was just over 5 pounds when she was born.  She weighed less than five pounds when we brought her home.  I could hold her in one hand.  She was short and round and darling! Grandma Orrock, my mother-in-law, came up from Richfield to help me after I had Lynne.  I felt great, but she was afraid I would hurt myself when I carried the laundry upstairs after taking it down from the clotheslines outside.  It was hard for the young me to understand her thinking, and I would feel agitated.  She was just concerned.  Youth has a hard time being patient.  Of course, I never said any unkind thing to her. Lynne became our really active child.  She never crawled; instead, she would sit on her bottom and move her legs back and forth, just flying across our linoleum.  She kept it shined! I remember trying to read to Lana with her on my lap.  It wasn’t long before Lynne had to be up there too, sometimes pushing Lana off!  Lana was so sweet and easy natured.  I loved how she loved books.  She would sit in the corner for a long time, just looking at a book. We enjoyed her active spirit but she was hard to keep up with. When I was expecting David and it was hard for me to move fast, I was trying to catch Lynne when she took off up the street putting rocks in her mouth. I tried tying her up with some kind of rope to a little tree out front of our building. I thought I would have a little respite, but when I looked out to see what she was doing, I saw she had found a mud puddle and was wallowing in it! Lynne needed someone to play with her all of the time. If Lana wasn’t willing I had to be there for her. She wouldn’t sit on my lap very long, wanting to be down doing something active. As she got older and we had moved back to 367 West 1100 north she was able to run with the neighborhood children. One day she told the kids she could walk backwards up the little roof over the neighbors (Wings) basement and not fall off. She walked backwards and kept going and sure enough, she fell off breaking her nose! Mother used to come home from work and ask me, “What did little Iodine do today? (Iodine was a little girl based on a comic strip that was always getting into trouble) One summer day, a usual day with children playing in the neighborhood and women out visiting or calling to their children, I was sitting in the living room nursing baby David, not noticing it was noon time and that child and parent had gone into their homes for lunch. Lynne had been out with all the other children but was suddenly alone outside on the street. Unknown to me, repairs on a water pipe were being done down the street. A deep hole had been dug that had water pouring in to it. The repair man was walking around knocking on doors to warn people he was going to turn their water off. Little Lynne saw the unusual water in the gutter and started to kick her way down the street.  She continued walking until she fell into that deep hole and was immersed in the water. The only thing you could see of her was the little red ribbon I had tied on her hair that morning. Tender mercy. The women that lived right in front of the water hole was looking out of her window. She saw the ribbon and screamed, “I think there is a child in that water!” She ran out, calling to the repair man. They rescued Lynne. What a shock I had when they came bursting into my home with a soggy, wet, sobbing Lynne! Everyone was really shook up. Since I had not been involved with any of the drama, I was mostly embarrassed and grateful for my year and a half year old rescue. Lynne would roam the neighborhood like other children only she often had a purpose. She sold greeting cards with Lana to the neighbors but she sold rocks all on her own. She knew every neighbor on our street and around the corner on my sister’s street. When talking about it later she said, “I knew every house and every name of the people in the neighborhood. It was my world.” Coming home from a birthday party Lynne could relate every conversation held between adult and child and wore the evidence of all that had been served. I mentioned Lana and Lynne taking piano lessons from Sister Britch, both taking turns cleaning for the family. Years later when talking to a member of the Britch family they remembered “the cleaning.” They said they always knew when Lynne had cleaned because they couldn’t find things that generally sat around. Lynne felt cleaning house was to put everything off and away, it looked much better that way. Lynne found a coffee can under their sink. She lifted it and thought it was empty, anyway, she couldn’t believe they would want that coffee; no one in her world drank coffee. Sister Britch said, “No, don’t throw that away!” Lynne was embarrassed. She later found out the mother-in-law drank coffee when she came to visit. Lynne was not happy taking piano lessons. She would follow me around the house begging me to let her quit. She told me later she remembered sitting at the piano practicing and not being able to get her left hand to do what she wanted it to do. She could hear the kids playing outside and she just couldn’t stand it any longer, so went out to play. When she was 15 she wished she had kept up with her practicing. Lynne loved the baby sitter we had, Shirley Swain, they would clean the house together when she tended for me. I also remember the day of Lynne’s birthday party (not sure how old, maybe six). She jumped off the bus and ran home before anyone else could get there and hurriedly asked me, “Is the house clean?” Lynne was observant of her surroundings. One day we were all sitting at the dinner table when suddenly Lynne jumped up and grabbed one of the young kids (I’m thinking Diane) yelling, “She’s chocking!” That little child had been turned upside down with Lynne slapping her back and reaching in to pull out of her throat whatever it was she was choking on. She had saved her and no one else at the table had noticed! In my mind she did it twice in her young lifetime. She was busy and interesting and darling! One of the women from Wymount Village taught me how to make a bonnet for Lana, which she wore at a July 24 celebration.  I’m sorry I didn’t take a picture.  She looked so darling. During this time, I had a very traumatic experience.  I was asked to bring some Jell-O to a party.  I had forgotten about it until that very afternoon.  I knew I didn’t have enough time for it to set up properly.  I was so embarrassed bringing runny Jell-O.  One of the women told me how replacing some of the water with ice made it set faster.  I was extremely insecure and had suffered greatly.  I was so grateful for this woman’s laugh and good advice. Sometime after I had Lynne, we were able to move into a downstairs apartment, which happened to be the one just below us.  A couple moved into our recently vacated upstairs apartment.  Ahhh, I had found my friend!  Their names were Kathy and Jim Ward from Castlegate, Utah.  They had two little girls the same age as Lana and Lynne whose names were Trudy and Toni.  I came to really love Kathy and admired her strength of character. I was a busy mother and soon learned how to sweep a floor with a child in one arm and a broom in the other, and do dishes and cook, all with a child in an arm. I was still typing Scott’s papers.  He was still working hard at school and whatever else he could find to bring in a little money. One of his jobs was as a janitor at Helaman Halls where the girls lived.  He said he would walk in the door and yell down the hall, “Man in the hall!”  Scott was working with another male student who was Native American.  According to Scott, he was so much fun to work with.  He would get Scott laughing so much that he had a hard time stopping.  Scott would come home and tell me about their capers.  Scott and the young man kept in touch for a few years.  Then Scott heard he married and had about four or five children and later committed suicide.  So sad. Lana standing tall with me and baby Lynne on my knee. Lynne was always smiling and moving. My busy Jerry Lynne Orrock. Scott holding Lynne in back of our Wymount building. Notice the clothes lines.