Summer – Steven Henager’s College: Two of my friends, Shirley VanWagener (Dunn) and Dorothy McBride (Hollingshead), and I decided we would like to go to Steven Henager’s Business College in Salt Lake City after we graduated.  We were going to go for the summer.  I started preparing for it, and when the time came, neither of my friends could go.  I was really disappointed and afraid.  Mother and I went to SLC on the bus to find a place for me to live and to register for classes.  We went to the Beehive House, where girls were boarding at that time.  Neither Mother nor I liked the attitude of the women in charge, so we looked further.  We found an apartment where two other girls lived.  Our landlady was supposed to give us breakfast each morning.   Our breakfast turned out to be orange juice or milk and a sweet roll…gag.  I remember I could hardly get it down; too sweet for breakfast! I grew quite friendly with one of the girls.  We later ran into each other and were able to see where our separate lives had taken us. I loved walking to school.  Nature surrounded me that summer, with the big trees, manicured lawns, and wide streets.  Walking to school was such a pleasure! I mentioned that I was afraid: I was so scared to go to school.  Mother told me, “Just find someone who looks as afraid as you do.”  I followed her advice and made a friend of a girl.  She and I were only friends at school.  As I would walk down the hall of the school, it was nice to see the face of someone I was comfortable with.  I spoke better English than she did, but she would always get a higher grade on tests.  One thing I remember was that our teacher (I liked him) explained to us how people would not correctly enunciate certain common words.  One of the words was picture, which was commonly mispronounced as pitcher; another word was accessories.  Most people would pronounce the word as assessories.  AKcessories, he would repeat! I took a class with machines that were called comptometers.  I did so well and was the fastest in the class.  It was so much fun!  I also did well at typing.  This was before electric typewriters.  Computers were only in the minds of geniuses.   My typing tests were often the fastest in the class. We were given the opportunity to go out into the city and do temporary work for experience, and we also were paid a little.  I remember doing some typing and handwriting for a bookkeeper.  He was such a sweet elderly (who knows how old he really was) man.  I remember he showed me how to write numbers.  He was very particular about his 7’s.  Another job was stuffing envelopes.  Another was typing for a lawyer.  I was always very nervous but seemed to do well wherever they sent me, and I was able to have a little spending money.  I believe I bought a sweater.  I dated some while there.  One fellow I dated seemed very pushy.  He was nice-looking.  He was a medical student at the U of U.  We dated with another couple.  Finally, one night the other guy pulled me aside and told me that the guy I was dating was engaged to be married!  I was so angry! Of course I never dated him again!!!  (Be careful, girls, who you date.  Learn as much as possible about him!) Dorothy, my friend from Provo, was dating a guy.  They would bring another couple and another guy up to SLC and we would all go to movies or picnics.  We all had fun.  Dorothy later married the one she had been dating.  He was actually from Richfield.  Scott knew him, and I believe we did some dating after we were all married.  Dorothy later divorced him and married a better man. Summer in Salt Lake City was the first time I had been away from home.  It was a growing experience for me. Cluff’s Feed Mill: After I returned to Provo, I got a job at Cluff’s Feed Mill, which was located north on University Avenue.  At that time, it would have been considered to be ‘on the road to the canyon.’  There wasn’t a lot of anything up that way.  I had to catch a city bus to get to work.  A grocery store sat in front of the mill, and I worked in a little office in back of the building where they handled eggs going to market.  I did the costing of the eggs.  I loved doing that work.  I had the sweetest little machine that did much of the work for me.  I wanted to take that machine with me when I left! The people in the grocery part of the building were so kind to me.  This was my first real job.  I remember one of the women warning me about a guy who ran a delivery truck.  He came in often and would flirt with me.  I also remember talking to one of the men who worked out back about going to church on Sunday.  He was married and had a family and felt he needed to have that weekend with his family without church.  I gave him reasons why it was so important that they spend that time together as a family at church.  I would give that same reasoning today, along with a few examples to emphasize my point. Coming from a young girl, he probably figured I didn’t know what I was talking about.  I tried.  My next job was out at the Geneva Steel Plant, in Linden South of Orem.  I had to catch a bus to get there.  I worked in the Personnel department.  One of the girls working there was quite tough.  I got along with her very well.  She was so mean to the men when they would come in to be interviewed by her.  I challenged her on her style of interviewing and asked her why she was to mean to them?  She just laughed.  I have never been able to understand why anyone has to be mean to others.  She was always very kind to for some reason? Scott came back from his mission in February.  He was running back and forth from Richfield to my home. He was painting his mom’s new bathroom and doing other things for her. When he was in Provo he stayed on the couch in our living room.  That was where he asked me to marry him. Scott got a job at Geneva Steel as a Hod Carrier (that probably shouldn’t even be capitalized it was such hard, hard work.)  He carried the cement to the brick layer.  He would come home very tired but trying to save money for a ring, marriage and starting school in the fall.  When we married we would be moving into Mother’s home at 367 West 1100 North (Clark Ave.) in Provo. We, Mother, Scott and myself, cleaned that dirty, awful place.  When Mother first looked at the house they were cooking cabbage and that horrible smell covered the even worse smelling house.  They had had cats living in the laundry room and we had to scrape the floor in that room and the kitchen.  Under the stove was particularly terrible! We all pulled off old wallpaper from the walls, so they could be painted.  Scott, of course, did the painting.  He didn’t trust me to do that!! Mr. Perfection!  We did get it looking clean and nice. One wonderful day Scott and I took the bus to Salt Lake City to buy a new bedroom set.  I was so excited to have our own furniture!  We picked out, what was popular at that time, a blond set.  We got two nice end tables and the salesman threw in two lamps for free!  (I remember now how Paul Kendall, who worked at Granite Furniture, as a salesman, said he loved working with young married couples and would give them perks.)  We had a new refrigerator and got a good deal on some used tables and chairs.  I can’t remember what other furniture we had; I just know they were all hand-me-downs, which was fine with me. We had the bedroom set sent down to Provo and placed in our pretty little rental home.  When I told friends we were moving into a home they were jealous; because they were all living in apartments.  The day I had to ask my boss for some days off, so I could get married, I was scared to death.  I have always been intimidated by my male bosses.  He grumbled and said I could have two days off. That meant I could have Thursday and Friday off. That and the weekend gave me a whole four days.  Scott could only get one day off, Friday. I believe that brings us up to what we have both written about how we met and the day we married. “Seniors Bid Farewell”, taken in front of the BYH gymnasium