(Scott’s recorded interview of our meeting can be found on my YouTube site. You can find it by going to the ‘Everything Else’ page on this website and clicking on ‘Family Videos’. You will also find a video that includes my own perspective of that meeting. I also wanted to write about our meeting, which follows.) Dawn’s Addition to Courtship with Scott June, 1998 Scott has recorded our courtship very well.  I will just make a few additions to what he has said. When I first saw Scott at Monroe Hot Springs, I just remember a uniform and him accusing me of playing a terrible western song on the juke box.  I, too, am not fond of western music, and as I recall, I replied, “I most certainly did not!”  I had actually put my nickel in for the next song that would be playing. Garth did call me the next day, which was Saturday.  When he told me he had a blind date for me, I was embarrassed because I didn’t already have a date for that night.  To be found without a date on a Saturday night was not socially good.  Garth assured me that Scott was a good guy with no bad habits.  I knew Garth didn’t have bad habits.  I swallowed my pride and talked to Scott on the phone.  After arranging with him for the time he would pick me up, I asked him how tall he was.  Sounds like a dumb question, but I had purchased my first pair of heels (actually, they were high wedges) in California that summer, and most guys were too short for me to wear them with.  Scott responded with some outrageous height.  I said, “Ok,” and hung up.  It wasn’t until I hung up that I realized he had been kidding me.  I never was too sharp with figures.  That left me very concerned as to how tall he really was and what shoes to wear.  I finally decided on the wedges.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that he towered above everyone else on the dance floor.  I liked tall guys and he was a nice looking, tall guy. A word about Calvin Lindquist: He was much older than me.  I believe at least 7 years.  I remember when I told him how old I was, he was shocked.  I was just going into the 10^th grade.  Kids dated much younger in those days.  He always treated me with great respect and care, much like a little sister, although I knew he was very fond of me.  I know he would have married me in a minute, but I was looking for someone who could take me to the Temple, and I was certainly not looking for a lasting relationship at that age.  At that time, I had plans of going to college.  I was young and enjoyed the attention.  We always double dated with my friend, Jean Marie, and Cecil. A little about the accident: Scott did have a slight bump on his head with a bandage on it when he met Mother.  I remember, because his white face stood out, especially with that bandage on it.  That’s why I hurried and told Mother that no one was badly hurt.  I asked Mother what she thought of Scott later, and she said she felt sorry for him having to stand there and explain about the accident.  He looked so worried.  I was thankful my mother was so compassionate. I want you all to know that Scott never told me about his thoughts regarding me until I heard him tell them to someone else not too long ago.  I am very touched and do wonder what he saw in me.  I know I was not shallow, but I never imagined anyone could have seen beyond my giggling and talking.  I think I really bugged some of Scott’s friends.  They thought I was just a silly, little girl.  I’m grateful my values came through. While Scott was in the Service, he wrote me a few letters and sent me a picture of him in his uniform.  I thought he was very handsome and showed it to all my girlfriends.  This was the kind of guy I was looking for.  His standards seemed high, and I felt very drawn to him.  When he left me on the porch wondering, “What happened,” and I thought he might not come back, I realized I really cared for him and thought I had “blown it”.  I really had to swallow my pride to suggest to Garth that I would like to see Scott again.  I had to tell Calvin I couldn’t go with him after that.  It was very hard because I knew he really cared for me.  My first taste of hurting another person, but I knew it was the right thing to do.  Mother and I went to Scott’s mission farewell in Richfield.  I was extremely impressed when Scott talked.  He appeared very confident and had such a good command of the English language.  That was the kind of guy I wanted eventually to marry.  I was also very pleased that he was going on a mission.  I wanted my husband to be a returned missionary.  I felt he would make a better husband and father.  That was very important to me. I will always be glad that Scott came home for that Sunday dinner at our house before he left on his mission. That was the only time he met my Dad.  Daddy died before Scott returned from his mission. While Scott was on his mission, of course I dated (but not Calvin), both when we were still living in Salina and after we moved to Provo.  In fact, it is quite true that when you date young, you marry young.  Part of the reason for that is you get so tired of dating and falling in and out of love, “puppy” and otherwise. I used to sit in the dark in the living room and play dreamy records and dream of Scott coming home and what it would be like.  For some reason, I would often play Grand Canyon Suite.  I imagine it was because it is full of emotion, and I was very romantic at that time. My “romantic” and Scott’s “romantic” don’t always come together.  Scott and I wrote letters back and forth during his mission.  His letters had a lot more depth to them than mine did.  I tried to crack jokes and keep it light. I was afraid to commit myself on paper.  He had a good church friend in the Islands who owned a flower shop.  A couple of times I would receive the most beautiful flowers from her and Scott.  Once (her name was Bobby), she wrote to me and asked me to write to Scott.  He was worried because I had neglected writing for some time.  It was just before Christmas.  I felt bad and wrote back right away. When Scott returned from his mission, he moved to Provo and stayed in the house with me, Uncle Keith, Uncle Mark, Aunt Maude and Mother.  He slept on the couch. Scott and I both worked at Geneva Steel.  I’m not sure how long he was living with us.  We hadn’t really talked about a date for the two of us to marry, which I supposed was his intention, since he was living there!  I mentioned one night that we should set a date.  Ever since then, I have been accused of asking him to marry me!  When he presented me with a ring, because he was such a tease, I wasn’t sure if it was real or not and didn’t know whether I should get excited or not.  Doesn’t sound like we started out these 50 years with much trust!  One of the exciting things we did before we married was to go to Salt Lake City and buy a bedroom set.  That was SO exciting!  The salesman even threw in some lamps.  The set was the new blond color.  Life was wonderful. We had a reception in an LDS chapel on about First or Second South and Third or Fourth West in Provo.  I remember that we served an ice cream dessert with coconut in it.  We had a lot left over and ate it for a long time.  For years, I couldn’t eat anything with coconut in it without feeling sick.  We also had records playing softly in the background, but it was chamber music, and I never really cared for it.   Bless Aunt Maude’s heart!  She had made my wedding dress, a suit and another nice dress for me.  She was an expert seamstress, and I felt very good when I wore them.  Of course in those days, still being young, I looked good in most anything.  The weight problem hadn’t entered my life yet. The day had been very long and I was soooo tired!  We had ridden the bus to Salt Lake City to be married in the Temple.  I also took out my Endowments that day.  I wish I could have seen us on that bus, me with my hat, Scott all dressed up.  We must have stood out like sore thumbs.  I know we did when we went to the County Court House where we got our marriage license.  People pointed out which way we were to go without our having to ask. While we were waiting to be married, we were sitting in the Celestial Room on a couch shaped like an S, Scott on one side and me on the other.  Scott made one of his funny remarks and I started to giggle.  Of course, being tired and nervous didn’t help the situation.  I was embarrassed to be giggling in the Temple, but I had a hard time stopping.  Every time Scott and I would make eye contact, I would start all over again. We were taken into the Sealing Room, just Scott’s Mother, one of his sisters (?), Mother, Aunt Maude, Scott and I.  It was a wonderful experience.  President Harold B. Lee married us and gave us some beautiful advice.  He made my day and marriage feel so complete.  I had been very nervous when President Joseph Fielding Smith had reminded (scolded) the brides in the chapel that trains on dresses were not appropriate in the Temple. Even though I didn’t have a train on my dress, I felt guilty.  He said many other things to us.  But I couldn’t remember anything but that.  The Temple was very beautiful and rather awe inspiring. After many hours in the Temple, we boarded the bus back to Provo and our reception that night. Scott had a friend who took pictures, and not one of them turned out!  Mother and Aunt Maude did all the work for the reception.  I don’t remember being all that involved.  Mother did so much for me that I was not aware of.  I have much to thank her for when I see her again.  I was working at that time and had to ask for the weekend off so I could be married.  As I recall, my boss only gave me about two extra days and the weekend off.  Scott just got the weekend off.  We didn’t go anywhere but back to the house on Clark Avenue.  It was a house Mother had purchased, and we had worked hard cleaning, painting and putting up wallpaper before we were married.   As we walked up the walk to the house that night after the reception was over, I thought to myself, “What have I done?  I don’t know anything about marriage, finances, cooking, or men. (I had never had a brother and had only been around boyfriends.)  I only know how to clean a house!”  I prayed quickly, “Please let Scott know more than I do.” When we walked into our bedroom that night, we discovered that Scott’s nieces, Beverly and Elaine Orrock, had put rice in everything: the bed, the chest of drawers and around the floor.  I was so tired that I was actually angry with them.  I love them now.   Fifty years later and we are still together, having learned a lot about relationships, children, cooking, finances and each other.  Each one has been a problem at one time or another—sometimes all at once—but each seems to have been solved, to some degree, along the way.  Our success has been measured by our 11children.  We love them all dearly and have learned much from them through their and our mistakes and successes, sorrows and joys.  I’d have to say our marriage feels like it’s been a success these 50 years. I hope my fingers still work after the next 20 years so I can write about them. My Father My father passed away the 19^th of June.  Scott was able to meet him once.  I am grateful for that.  (I’m sure they are well acquainted now.) I had been anxious for my parents to be sealed in the Temple before I turned 18 years old.  I wanted Daddy to stop smoking.  One day, I expressed my feelings to Mother.  I wasn’t very patient.  As we stood in the kitchen, looking out through the window towards the yard where my dad was standing, Mother said, “Look at your Dad.  Does he look well to you?”  I said, “No.”  She said, “He is going to have to feel a lot better before he can quit smoking.”  As I looked at Daddy, I could see he didn’t look well at all.  He was only 59 years old, and he looked much older.  I felt so bad that I had said anything!  I felt I was not a very kind or sensitive daughter. Daddy hadn’t been feeling well for some time.  He was trying to help Uncle Oscar (his brother) by bringing in his hay.  Uncle Oscar was dying of cancer.  Daddy would drive the car home from the farm and have to sit in the car for a while, gaining enough strength just to walk into the house.  I understand now that that was why Uncle Mark and Uncle Keith (my mother’s brothers) came from Provo to Salina, to help Daddy with the hay. I remember being in the living room and Mother asking Daddy to lift his pant legs.  His legs were a yellow color.  Mother immediately took him to the doctor in Salina.  We had two doctors.  The doctor she first talked to said, “Bring him back in two weeks and we’ll see what we can do.”  She immediately changed doctors and the new doctor sent him to the Veterans Hospital in Salt Lake City on May 25^th.  Daddy passed away a few weeks later.  Uncle Oscar passed away June 2^nd while Dad was in the hospital.  Daddy died the 19^th of June.  The brothers were apart for 17 days until they met on the other side. I am so grateful for my Aunt Josephine (Daddy’s sister).  After having been at the hospital with Mother and Daddy until late, she would go to her home, and late at night she would record all that was happening.  All those writings are recorded at the end of Daddy’s Journal. I remember when the members of the American Legion played Reverie and shot off their rifles over Daddy’s grave.  I was so touched.  That was when I cried the most.  It seemed so final! Mother had much to do to prepare to leave Salina and return to Provo where her brother and sister were.  I know that some of the selling of tools was denied her because one of the nephews helped himself to them.  She really didn’t have much income and needed all she could recover from any sales she could make.  Mother’s niece, who was so aware and sensitive to her needs, reimbursed Mother, who was so grateful for that dear niece. I wasn’t always sensitive to her.  I think back with pain to one evening when Mother and I went to the movies.  One of the guys from another town came into the theater to look for me.  He wanted me to go with him after the movie was over.  I had had such a crush on him and hadn’t seen him for a while.  I asked Mother if I could go.  She hesitantly said that I could.  I think back on that night and remember that not too long before that night, my mother had lost my dad, and I was letting her walk home alone to a dark, empty house.  I pray she has forgiven me of such insensitivity!!  I was sixteen years old and had a lot of growing up to do!  I didn’t even enjoy being with the guy that came for me.  My love had cooled, while my guilt burned. I received a sympathy letter after Daddy passed away from a girl I had known at school; it was such a sweet letter.  She had to get married and leave school early.  I had written her and told her how much I liked her and hoped the best for her future.  When I saw her once (she lived in a different town) after her marriage, she cried and told me she was so glad I was still her friend.  Once again, I wish I could have done more for her.  We are inexperienced before we have experience.  I had fun and heartache while living in Salina those two years.  Mother and I packed up and left Salina to move back to Provo to live with her sister and brother, Aunt Maude and Uncle Mark.  Aunt Maude would occasionally go back and forth to California to stay with Aunt Alice.  Aunt Maude loved California, but a lack of finances had made it difficult for her to stay there.  Concern for Uncle Mark had also brought her back to Provo to live. End of my Sophomore and Junior Years BACK TO PROVO My junior yearbook picture from 1946. I was sixteen. Me at center in the striped dress that Aunt Maude made while she lived in California. She made it for me for my Junior Prom. I sent her my measurements and it fit perfectly. She even sewed in a designer label.