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Chapter Two

Tues. 20 March 1917, St. George We are in St. George, Miss Foster's home town. She and Andy Avery are preparing to get married in the temple. To get here we passed over snow clad hills, cedar knolls, and in and out of canyons then dropped right into the sunny land of Dixie where birds carol all day and the sun is warm and lovely this month--most of the time. We stopped at Milford hotel the first night, Cedars hotel the second night. The third night we were at Ethella's lovely home. A lovely, very well-to-do family. Her father is a big cattle man and they also own a large mercantile store. Ethella's sister Julia, an old maid, runs the store. Her younger sister Lyle is an accomplished musician. I feel so positively ignorant and awkward when around her. She is prettier than Ethella and sings well too. I would love to study music. I'm applying for a school in Morgan. If I get it I will buy a piano and study music if the family move there. I should be home helping mother instead of basking here in this lovely sunshine. I haven't heard from Wilford lately. Maybe he doesn't like me anymore. Maybe someone told him I was seeing Preal off and on. I never answered Claud's Christmas letter. Wilford is my own true love. These other fellows are fun but that is all. Supt. Roscoe E. Hammond hasn't offered me a contract for next year. He said I should go to college and "find myself." Then I would be an A-1 teacher. I want to go to summer school if I get a school next winter. I have to my name just $64. It will take all of it to get back to Salt Lake City. It has been a wonderful experience, meeting so many lovely people and getting this far from home. St. George reminds me of Morgan. The low hills of sandstone are flat and round. Inside the caves are cool. Lyle and I went up on Red Hill Sunday. We heard some one talking or preaching but could see no one. The Academy boys were there practicing. It sounded like spirits--sorta ghostly. I'm going for a motorcycle ride tomorrow with a photographer Kay Booth.

March 29, Thursday, 1917 Last night a shower was given on Ethella and Andy. They were married in the St. George temple yesterday. I went for the ride up on the hills where he took my picture overlooking the town. I'm so prominent. It's awful. We tipped over and I skinned my knees and ruined my stockings. I got a letter and gloves the squaws made for me from Preal. They are leather gauntlets decorated with beads. This is a beautiful country now. Almond trees are in bloom. I would love to roam the hills--so much snow at home I dread going back. Hope I get a letter from Wilford soon. I miss him so much.

(Wednesday, April 4, 1917) (Left St. George, see below)

Monday, April 16, 1917, Morgan stopped in Salt Lake? Home!! Strange but I expected it. I was right. Christmas was the last look at the old home. I got my ticket to Sandy but over slept and got off in Salt Lake City. It was for the best, I would have had to sleep with the cows or chickens had I gone to Granite. Ben went out and found Daddy out there alone. He had a light but no fire. Mother and the children had gone to Morgan with the furniture the day before. He was sitting on a box preparing to sleep on an old cot--with old quilts and a straw tick. Father and I went to Morgan Wednesday. He wouldn't go without me. All were glad to see us. We are living in Wallace's house down by the river. The folks are comfortable and father can help Wallace though he is over 75 years old. He was 54 when I was born, then Dan, Leona and Laron are younger than I am so I guess a man can propagate the species forever no matter how old!

Dora and her class at Morgan Elementary school

Golda Sequine

We went on two Easter trips. Saturday we went to the old rock corral. Ate with Preal's folks. Ice cream etc. Walked over to the flesh pots and warm springs. I wish I understood the formation in the flesh pots. The pool is possibly as large and round as a good sized room. The water is almost hot. Looking into the pool is like looking down into a city of old cathedrals and spires so many shapes and beautiful colors. Can't see the bottom. Rainbow colors all the way. The growth feels and looks like flesh. The warm springs, a mile south, are also interesting. Fresh water runs in all the time. Tables for boys and girls just under the surface. It is a wonderful place for swimming. The water is warm. No bottom.

I wonder what next year will bring? Rumors of war. In fact boys are leaving every day. We hate to see them leave. Maybe I will go as a nurse. It is awful to know United States has become involved. I have a piano coming and I'm taking music lessons from Miss Hazel Olsen. I want to practice hard while I have a chance. My piano should be here today then I won't have to practice on Jean's.

May 4, 1917 Letter from Wilf (see Endnotes).

Wed. 18, 1917 10:30 PM World War I--Will we have to start numbering the wars? When will World War II begin? I hope we get through this awful war without losing our fine young men. It's rumored there are 27,000 German women in US looking for husbands. Goodness! I better hold on to someone. Wilford I hope, but he doesn't seem very interested right now--I better wake up!! I really hate to live here. Every one seems so dead! I miss the old home, stately trees, grass, birds in the orchard. When I was real young and we kids slept on the lawn the robins awakened us every morning at daybreak and father sprinkling water in our faces. We had to hurry out to the berry patch. I wish I had some patch to pick now. Those luscious peaches, berries and cherries--boy! They were good. I mustn't get sentimental over the past--the future calls me now. Went to a show with Joel and Disc Heiner. Mabel goes with her brother Nephi. Hope all ends happily.

Morgan, Tuesday, May 22, 11 PM, 1917 It is raining hard tonight. Papa and Laron went to Bountiful for a cow. I hope they aren't caught in it. I hope they arrive home safely. Since writing last many things have happened. I got lots of mail. Preal has been here and left for a mission to the Southern States. He met all the Clarks--Lela and Ella and the boys. He is a fine kid and will make some girl a good husband. Wilford for me if I can make up his mind for him. Of course I just may be an old maid school teacher. Wouldn't that be a calamity after refusing Preal, Claud, Nathaniel, Elmer and others. I must be pretty fickle and just a flirt. Mother and Jean are sewing a pink jersey silk dress for me. Quite pretty. Stella Clawson, Leona Coolbear, Edna Rock and others in our crowd are getting married soon. I'm not ready yet. I am waiting for my handsome missionary to come home. He (Wilford) went to the North west mission instead of New Zealand, so he will be home sooner. Dora Boyce, Pearl Cowley, Ella Clark, Logan, Utah, Bachelor Apt. 491 N. 4th E.

June 8, 1917, Friday, 8:30 PM Hello!! This old book has been everywhere I have lately. Quite extreme South to St. George and North to Logan. We just registered at the Ag College today. I am so happy to be going to college and have such lovely roommates. Two beds in one big room and a sweet landlady. Logan is a beautiful city. The temple is the most imposing and beautiful sight. I have a stiff course and must study hard to keep up. I'm not just naturally smart as some are. I hope I get a letter from Wilford soon. I miss him so much. Just came in from a lovely Ford ride. Gone about 20 min. There is a big "Get Acquainted" party tomorrow night. I hope Pearl and Ella will go with me. My subjects are: chorus, principles of education, psychology, swimming and gym. ("Buck you bugger buck. I ain't on you are I? Shame teacher.)

Dora at the University at Logan Utah, 1918

Sunday, June 10, 1917, 9:45 PM Sometimes I wonder what next? Another experience. I hadn't seen or heard from Claude McBride for years then yesterday I met him. He is engaged--well so am I. We spent a pleasant evening catching up on events. Every war in US has begun in April. Civil War in 1860. War with Spain in April 1898. Revolutionary War in April 1776. First World War US entered April 2, 1917. It really started in Europe July 27, 1914. Hope it will end soon. I hope Thomas Edison's patent for the submarine works out. So many successful inventions have come from America. Especially since the Latter Day Saint Church was organized. Now is a great day for the missionaries to reap a bounteous harvest, especially when the war is over. "God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform." I have so much to say but it is too late. Summer school - A C College.

July 1st, Utida, Carnish, Idaho We are on vacation with Ella's aunt and uncle's family. No school for a week nearly. Isn't it bliss. There is the loveliest swamp, trees, gooseberries and spring--the water is good and cold. We have to rush in pick gooseberries a few minutes then rush out again because of the tiny gnats and mosquitoes. These beautiful moonlight nights we must stay "cooped up" in an old house or be eaten alive by mosquitoes. Pesky things! We can't enjoy nature at all. Utida is 2-1/2 mi. From a town and 12 mi. From Preston, Idaho. 5 to Lewiston, 3 to Weston. Ella Clark, Pearl Cowley, Uncle John (Ella's) and Aunt Lucy Everton called on a neighbor--Mrs. Rasmussen. Oh, dear, I wonder if they have always lived or existed there? It isn't fixed up any better there, except for a good piano than it is here and we are just camping. Poor people. Today is Sunday--no church to go to, so we just sit. Sometime we talk or rock or just sit. I couldn't stand it any longer so I threw some water. You should have seen the scramble. All the kids after me--I ran till too tired to move. We are going to walk 2-1/2 miles for some candy in the morning. We have been giggling so much I am sleepy. Got a wonderful letter from Wilford and a big picture. He is so handsome!! I want to get my Patriarchal blessing soon.

Friday, July 13, 1917 Logan, goodbye. Off to the farm. Our gym class will put on a cantata, Hiawatha, also dance steps--clog--dress as Dutch lassies. It is so hot but we will survive. Just got a lovely letter from Wilford. We have exams tomorrow and will catch the train for home tomorrow so must pack tonight. So long.

Morgan, Utah--home again. The factory closes next week. Aug. 22, Wednesday after choir practice. Beehive meeting-- only two of Blue Bird swarm came to meeting. It is discouraging. This morning I had a chance to go on a canyon trip with Elmer Waldron, Spencer Heiner, Leland Heiner, Lillian, Irene Anderson, Calvin and Hazel. I didn't go but it would be fun. Haven't a school yet but am hoping. Been working in the factory in peas and will be glad when the factory closes. Two deaths in Kanosh. Percy Gardner was struck by lightening, and Lowell Whitaker, Wilford's brother died of infected appendix. He was Melba's twin, about 15 years old. Sorry for the family.

Early Kanosh Indians

Sunday, Nov. 22, 1917 We are at war really now.

Oct. 25th helping France. Many marriages--already some US soldiers killed. We have had a wonderful fall--no snow yet but it has been raining all night and today, so may get snow. I am teaching the 1st grade in North Morgan. Boyce Clark is one of my pupils. Wallace and Jean's oldest boy. Also Lylia Quist's daughter Lillian. I hope I can promote all of them. Mama and Vida Thompson went to Salt Lake Wed. Mabel is working for Stella Croft, Disc Heiner's sister, so Leona, Laron and Father and I are home. Mother seems so tired. She needs a rest. I got a sweet letter from Wilford. War is getting worse. Can buy only 25 lbs. of sugar at a time. I bought a Liberty Bond in October. Pay day will be soon, I hope. All the kids my age are married. I am secretary at MIA so must get ready and go.>/p>

Dec. 27, Thurs. Evening Ethella F. Avery has a baby girl. I bet Andy is happy. I joined the Red Cross Sunday night. Will be rolling bandages soon. War is hell. So many more boys are leaving in April. It must be awful in countries where the battles are being fought. Prophecies are coming true every day. Doc. & Cov. Sec. 35 and 37 are impressive at this time. We, out here in the valley of the mountains can't possible realize what millions are sensing every day. The boys, who have lived in comparative luxury are to face disease, immorality, trench, filth, poor food, water and etc. We don't know. Wallace must fill out his questionnaire tonight. Joel, Spencer and Brent Heiner expect to go. The boys can't volunteer--they are to be drafted from now on. Mother is reading to papa. They love to read to each other. Laron and I have been singing the old sad sons father requests. No snow and warmer than in April or May. I get so lonely for Wilford. He has just been gone a little over a year. I worry about my pupils. I hope I am teaching them so they understand quickly. When I go to Salt Lake I must get more teaching material--story books and etc. which our poorly equipped library hasn't. Next week is Institute. While in Salt Lake I want to see the Lucy Gates Opera Dan is in also see the "Bird of Paradise." I wonder if we will all be here next Christmas? Changes take place so quickly. I sent Wilford a box of candy. I know he will enjoy it. I must do an ironing finish my dress and work out school plans for tomorrow. Bye for now.

(January 2 1918) - Dora Received her Patriarchal Blessing by Hyrum G. Smith. (See Endnote # .)

Heber J. Grant was the Prophet from 1918-1945.

Feb. 7, 1918, Thursday - 11:00 p.m. Just a word. Mother says I must go to bed. O dear! What monotony! Eat, sleep, work - no change except a dance once in a "blue moon". I went to Salt Lake during the holidays and found Earl Day a pretty good sport. He is my cousin. We saw The Bird of Paradise also Romeo and Juliet. Dan did well considering it was his first try in opera. School is interesting - especially the little children - all eager beavers but I am pretty dull. I must get more education. I received a wonderful Patriarchal blessing. It is inspiring and helps me when I feel discouraged. I hope I can live up to it. Mildred, my sister, wants me to visit her in Springfield, Ill. No chance. It takes too much money for a ticket. She went back to the World's Fair, found a good job then a husband so has raised her family there. I earn but it goes in fifty places. Read a lovely letter from my love - Wilford - also a box of chocolates. So good. All my age are married. Feel like an old maid already. Dora Croft, a teacher with me, married her sweetheart before he went into the service last fall. She has just been on a glorious trip visiting her husband in Camp in California. It must have been hard to leave. "O boy! Oh joy! Where do we go from here? We'll slip a pill to Kaiser Bill and hit him in the Rear."

Feb. 17, 1918. 6 p.m. Sunday. We went to S. School then to the post office and got a letter from Wilford. I cherish each one and will keep them forever. Also a big Valentine box of Chocolates. Treated the family half a dozen times and they are good. I don't write to Preal any more. One moment of absolute "aloneness". Papa, Mama, Nephi and Mabel have gone to Jean's and Laron is out choring so the old clock ticks on. No other sound. Glorious, Glorious, all alone for once. The war gets worse. Meatless, heatless, wheatless days and fast once a week - it would be good for us I'm sure. I'm learning to knit from mother. I wish I liked to sew, knit & etc.

Flag Day - Birthday - June 14, 1918 It has been months since I've written a line. School closed April 6. Stayed in Salt Lake nearly 6 weeks. Took treatments from Dr. Udall, for my stiff neck. Visited Pearl Cowley's school in Clover, Ut. She gave a lovely party. I took trays and fruit to her from S. Lake. Her land lady was so sweet, so is Pearl. I went through the Temple. Oh! What a wonderful privilege. No one realizes it until they have experienced it. How much better I ought to be. How sacred all the covenants we make are to us! I feel so ignorant. I must study the Gospel and become more converted. I must go to college. It would be Heaven on earth to have a chance to work in the Temple. The war is so "deadly". I wonder if my friends and brothers, Joel & Dan will be in "No Man's land" next year. I've been home all day reading the Rosary by Barclay. She has such a mastery of words at her command. Very good. Went to Idaho with Wallace & Ella Clark - through Evanston, Wyo, Garden City, Woodruff, George town, Soda Springs, Preston, Logan, then Box Elder Canyon to Brigham City & home. A lovely trip. Raining now.

7 Dec. 1918 Six months since writing in here. So little happens to me personally. The war ended Nov. 11, 1918. Wonderfully good but seemed the whole world was becoming so thunderous and black with hate and fear & horror. Pres. Wilson left on the George Washington liner to attend the Great Peace Conference. Germany is beaten or is she? She is pretty impudent yet for a conquered nation. Let's wait 20 years. She may try to conquer the world again. School has been closed two months from the flu epidemic but reopens next Monday. The flu has taken its full quota from this county - Persis Heiner, young mother leaves six young children. Gladys Clark Crandall, Wallace's sister, two Dickson boys - Mother teaches school - So many suffering and dying all over the earth. We all had it here. Mettie, George, Milton were visiting but had it here. Mettie, George & Milton were visiting but had it, too. Dan, George Milton & Papa are cooks, nurses & dishwashing. I've been helping nurse & care for Jean & family. It's amusing to see the big men fussing in the kitchen - preparing trays - poached eggs, toast & etc. All were too anxious and busy to think it funny at the time. It is over - except Mama seems worse again. She takes cold so easily. We had to fight to keep pneumonia away last week - She has an awful head ache and cold today. I hope and pray she quickly recovers. She is so wan and pale. Oh Joy! Wilford may be home for Christmas. I am so happy. I always try to cover up my emotions - Why? I still blush as easily as I did at 16. Will I ever overcome it? Mother hasn't. When father kisses her cheek she blushes. He loves to tease her, too. The weather is so cold but the wind must blow the snow away. It is nearly gone. Dan is going to the U. of Utah. I would like to see him in his uniform. They expect to demobilize soon. Wish school wouldn't start until after New Year. We had to nurse to draw our pay while schools were closed. The ban will be raised on Church work, too when schools open. I'm on the MIA Stake Board so must be active and alive to responsibility. Leona's been home 2 weeks. She works for Calvin Summerhays in Salt Lake so will go back when mother is better. I have some new music now I must really study. Joel married Disc Heiner last year and her brother Nephi married Mabel. Each have baby girls. Avalon is Joel's & Claire for Mabel. I must get to bed. I freeze until nearly morning. Maybe next winter we will have furnace-heated apartments. Who knows??

Dec. 11, 1918. 11 PM. One hour for reverie. A good look into the "inner man" and see if I can tell what makes me tick. What is one's Soul? I've been inclined to skim over the surface of truth rather than sound its depth. Some time one must learn the difference between dreams and realities - harshly or other-wise. We must rid the dross from the gold. We must be tried by sorrow to be able to enjoy happiness. We "nurses" during the "flu" epidemic had a chance to see how much we could stand. No sleep for three days & nights without sleep, irregular meals and on the go constantly. When relief came we were so glad. What does life here typify? Am I using my time to best advantage? Am I preparing a home in the Celestial Kingdom? How can I improve the shining moments? When can one be completely satisfied with one's efforts? Never - Never - but keep on trying.


Through my gray wet of hours and days
The thought of you - a golden thread -
Weaves in and out; a hundred ways.

Its brightening radiance is shed,

And life is dearer, love, more true
Because I have this thought of you.

New Years Eve - Dec. 31, 1918 Dear old year: I bid you adieu, ready to meet the New Year with courage and a determination to make a better record. Time races on. I wish I could go to college. Am I a better Christian? Less selfish? Less worldly? More forgiving and charitable? More tolerant with my fellow man?

Here is a letter I got months ago that nearly broke my heart: (see below)

Dear Dora,
The love I have expressed for you
is false, and my indifference to you
increases. The more I see you the more
you seem an object of contempt.
I feel myself every way determined
to hate you. I had no intention
to marry. Our last interview has
left an insipidy, and by no means
given an exalted idea of your character.
Your temper would make me unhappy
and if we marry, I should experience
daily discord, added to ever-lasting dis-
pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
(line missing)
to bestow, but I do not imagine it more
capricious than yourself and less
of honor to my choice and my family -
Adieu! Adieu! Believe me
and always shall remain
averse to you and cannot even be
your most humble servant -.
. . . broke my heart until I read it as I was supposed to - Every other line -

Feb. 12, 1919 - Lincoln's Birthday A somewhat different aspect thing have assumed. Six weeks since "Boy O Mine" was here. Seems years. I am so happy. Dan went up to meet the train when Wilford came. He, Dan, pretended he was drunk. Wilford wouldn't hardly speak to him until Dan told him who he was. It was so good to see him after over two years. We are planning - School goes on as usual. I love it most of the time. I only hope I can see and make the progress necessary for them. I am up a "stump" regarding some of the youngsters. Simply can't find out where or what they know. Never give up.

Morgan, July 2, 1919 Wednesday evening and I'm the happiest kid in this whole big Universe. Oh! I never knew one could be so elated, happy, glad and crazy all at once in my whole life! Do I deserve such happiness? Am I worthy of his love? I heard his voice and will see him tomorrow. How I love him! Every day seems like a golden happy dream. Just think - one week from tonight I will be Mrs. Oh! I thank God he has so guided me that our love can be united in the Temple. I am getting one of the best men in the world. He holds the Priesthood - more important than being a king or President. I hope and pray I will prove to be a good wife & home maker. If I keep the pathway green between God & I by talking to him often, He will help me. We are going to be the cooiest, cosiest and happiest birds that ever built a nest. Oh! I hope our lives will be congenial and harmonious. Quarreling and discontent must never enter into our married life. We will be married July 9 and a reception at Ben & Maud's home at night.

In June I didn't hear from Wilford for awhile so had Vernon Clark let us ride to Kanosh with him. Mother and Aunt Mandy went as far as Fillmore where her son Don Wixom lived. Vernon wanted to see a missionary companion and I stayed with Ethella Avery. We found Wilford in Hatton singing with the Stows. He was surprised to see me. Vernon said as soon as he saw us me, he knew there was no chance for him. I did appreciate him giving me a chance to see and talk with Wilford. We planned when we would be married. Next time I write in here we will be married. I am so happy - good night.

'Kanosh-ites in the old flivver'

(Memories of Dora Edith Boyce in 50th Wedding Commemorative)

Wilford and I corresponded (he was in Montana for most of his mission) and in January of 1919 he stopped off in Morgan where my brother Dan and I met him, on his return home, to meet part of my family. In May, Mother, Aunt Amanda and I traveled to Kanosh with Vernon Clark. Vernon thought that if Wilford didn't want me, he would be there to claim me. However, he said there was no doubt in his mind when he saw us together. Wilford came to Salt Lake City and we married in the Temple, 9th July 1919. I met more of his family. They were lovely people.

(Wilford Whitaker's Memories in 50th Wedding Commemorative

During the spring, I worked on the old farm with Herman, my brother. I also had my bees to work with. Dora Boyce came down in the early summer. I borrowed $50 from Bishop A. A. Kimball and she and I went to Salt Lake City where we were married in the Temple July 9th, 1919. From there we went to Morgan, Utah and stayed at my wife's folks place. Her father John and mother Ella were fine people.

July (1919) Ben & Maud (Jean & Mother) gave us a lovely reception at their home at 11 So. 9th E. Met Wilford's folks, Jessie & Clinton's family & others. We got some lovely gifts. Wilford is so handsome. I'm lucky & happy. We worked in the pea factory. We taught school in Croydon after the factory closed. Mrs. London was our landlady - English woman.

(Dec. 7, 1919 - A Patriarchal blessing given to Wilford Woodruff Whitaker (Sr) by Patriarch James Richard Rawle, Dec. 7th, 1919, at Morgan City, Utah. (See Endnote # ).

Marné was born in Morgan Aug 6, 1920 at Jean's. I owe Jean so much.

Record of Baby Marné Whitaker

Baby's Record - 5 ˝ lbs. at birth.
28 Oct..(1920).....10 Dec 1920......9 Feb. 1921
.......83 days old.........125 days old.......131 days old
Wt - ......5 1/2 lbs............11 lbs............14 ˝ lbs.
Height...21 inches..............22 ˝".............23 ˝ in.
Arm's length.6 ˝ in..............9"................7 in.
Head........15 ˝"...............16"...............17"
Neck.........9"..................9 3/4"...........10"
Chest.......15".................15 1/2"...........16"
Hips........14".................14 ˝".............16"
Wrist........4"..................4"................4 ˝"
Ankle.......__...................4 3/4"
Thigh............................8 ˝"
Across face - ear to ear -.......8"
Length of face - chin to chin -..5 ˝"

Oct. 31, 1920 - Sunday Just imagine! Marné can find her thumb or fingers (whenever she chooses) any time. Oh! She is so cute. She coos (A little) and nearly laughs out loud. Her hair is (going to be) curly. In fact it is now. She looks like a Kewpie when I wash her head & chin, only a million times cuter and sweeter. Her kissing spot under her dimpled, double chin is so dear! She is so sweet. Her little fat legs and arms, we kiss her all over. We just love her so. (Sometimes) her eyes look black when in the dark, gray, drab, taupe, and olive, can't tell any particular color yet, blue but they may be brown later. Wilford is mopping the floor so we must move. Baby is asleep.

Dec. 10, 1920 - Friday morning Two weeks from tonight is Christmas Eve. (Daddy) Wilford will be home for Marné's (baby's) first Xmas. Shall I get any thing for her or wait until Santa finds her. He may not visit tiny babes. Oh! I would love to have a tiny tree decorated and various presents for her. I wonder. Hope Dad bring one thing. Nothing I have ever mentioned. But this one thing I hope he won't forget. Course he will just have to think what it is him self. Xmas is wonderful, if the right spirit is there - Christmas is for children, I guess. Marné counts her fingers, plays with them all the time. She laughed out loud (at her sailor boy rattle) this morning. She was trying so hard to reach it - and just gooed & laughed. She's been laughing out loud for a month, nearly always talking to herself when awake. Loves to have us play with her. Loves to go to sleep with one's face by hers. Still a naughty girl tho at night. Loves to keep late hours. Sleeps pretty good at night, tho. She is a happy baby but hates to go to bed before about 10:

9 Feb 1921 (see 28 Oct (1920)

Monday, June 6, 1921 - Monday - 3:30 P.M. Dear old Journal - Surprised?? I am. You think surely married life is disappointing - having been so long since recording our travels. We are very happy with our tiny daughter. We aren't perfect and get quarrelsome off & on. Baby Marné is 10 mo. old today. Wilford left this morning for Kanosh to care for his bees. Pretty lonely without him. We are living in a duplex with Joel & Disc - one of Sylvester Heiner's homes. Joel's boy Lynn is two weeks younger than Marné. He is as fair as a lily but Avalon is dark - black hair, eyes like her mother. Mabel had a miscarriage. I would like to go to conference. Marne' is beginning to walk and talk. O boy! (Bee story. See Endnote # .)

Ballard Whitaker - History - Commemorative

I remember Mother when she was quite young and very pretty. I can also remember when she used to wear her hair very long and rolled in a bun on the back of her head. She would sit out on the front steps and let all this beautiful hair down and brush and brush it until it just sparkled.