Jean always had a job from the time she was sixteen years old.  She worked on the BYU campus binding books to earn tuition for BY High School.  The tuition was twenty-one dollars.  She would walk home from upper campus when she finished work at two in the morning. We didn’t own a car.  Jean later worked at the theatres downtown and said she would be nervous about walking home after they closed.  We walked everywhere.  She also worked at Woolworth’s.  She made change for the salespeople.  Nothing over five dollars was kept in the till.  The salespeople would ring a bell when they needed her to make change.   She had to change the money into ones.  They told her she was the fastest change girl they had ever had! Mother and Dad had made arrangements for Jean and I to be able to go to the little store two blocks west of us to buy groceries.  They would settle the bill every two weeks.   One day, Mother had left a list of things to get at the store.  There were two things both Jean and I disliked, Palmolive soap and Arden milk.  I searched for something other than those two brands, but there was nothing else.  I had to buy them and bring them home.   When I got home and Jean saw those two items, she hit the ceiling.  Yelling at me, etc., she said that she hated it there (Provo) and hated me and was going back to Salina.  She grabbed the bike and took off.  She didn’t get back before dark.  I know we were all worried about her.  We didn’t have a car to chase her down, so we just had to wait.  I don’t know if Mother or Dad called the police.  I remember how late it was when she finally showed up.  She had pumped that bike (no fancy things on it to make it easier to pump) all the way to Santaquin, Utah, on the old Highway 89 road and back.  She threw the bike down on the lawn and “crashed.”  She was exhausted.  Jean did have a bit of a temper. One more thing about Jean.  She wasn’t really happy at BY High school.  She could be sassy and sometimes missed school.  She loved her English teacher, Miss Hart, who taught her to like Shakespeare.  She disliked the principle, Mr. Golden L. Woolf.  To make up for failing a couple of classes, she chose to take riveting and welding classes at the vocational school located past the viaduct on the south side of Provo.  She would walk from BY High to the vocational school and home to 7th East and 2nd North.  Jean wasn’t lazy; she just had her own opinion on life. It was during this time that World War II started with the bombing of Pearl Harbor.  I remember living in Uncle Orson’s home.  I was standing out on the front lawn when someone announced it to everyone. We lived in Uncle Orson’s home until the summer of 1942.  My grandmother Foote passed away on the 12th of May, 1942, leaving Uncle Mark alone.  We then moved into Uncle Mark’s home, the old Foote home at 672 East 2nd North. I graduated from Juaquin School on the last of May, 1942.  Jean as a young teenager My graduation certificate from Mr. Whatcott that sent me on to seventh grade