Love Is In The Air, Sweet, Sweet, Love. . . .I'm A Working Girl. . . .#11

I was sad when George left to return to San Diego after our first
weekend together in our new home. I was happy, though, to know
that I would be very busy and the week until he came home again
would pass quickly. Even though he and I had done much to get
settled in and make our little apartment warm and cozy with
pictures, decorations, and other personal items, there was still
much I could do to make it our own.

I had a quilt Mother had made us and one from families in the
Panaca Ward. Both of them could be used as bedspreads and
would be beautiful. Lee and I had fun shopping for curtains and
some decorative throw pillows that would match the quilts. We
also found curtains for the living room and kitchen and a bright,
colorful shower curtain for the bathroom. I wanted to surprise
George when he came home.

I walked the neighborhood to get familiar with it. I checked out
the little combination grocery and hardware store near us and
found a post office within walking distance from our apartment.
I was a little disturbed to see that even though our apartment was
nice and the complex was well kept, the neighborhood seemed a
little rough. There was a large population of Hispanic and Oriental
people in the area and there were stories of gang activity between
them and rival Caucasian youth. When I walked alone, I was often
nervous as I observed them loitering around. I determined not
to let this bother me as I had met some nice people in our complex,
and Jack and Lee were near.

Each morning, I purchased several newspapers so I could search
for job opportunities. I found very few. With the Korean war
going on and so many military families in the area, there were
more people searching for work than jobs were available. I was
limited with no car, to only be able to look for available positions
within a radius that I could walk or use the public bus system.

It was very discouraging. If possible, I wanted to find a job that
would use my secretarial skills, and for one so young, my resume
was good. However, there were older, more experienced women
wanting the positions that were available. I had applied at two
businesses where I was told I would be placed on a waiting list to
be called when something became available.

In the meantime, we enjoyed our weekends together. George
worked for Jack installing carpet on many of the Saturdays. This
gave us a little extra money which helped us do some of the things
we wanted, and needed, to do. Even though he was working, we
still seemed to find time to explore our surroundings. We rode a
bus to the beach. We found a lovely park nearby where we could
stroll and eat a picnic lunch. We were invited to Sunday dinner
at Jack and Lee's and got to know Lee's family, the Shinpaughs.
They accepted us as part of the family and Mom and Dad
Shinpaugh became like foster mom and dad to us. They were
sweet, kind people. Dad Shinpaugh and Lee's brother Coy,
worked for Jack and George soon became good friends with them.

Sunday dinners were a family tradition with the Shinpaugh family
and most Sundays would find us eating dinner at Jack and Lee's, Coy
and Barbara's, or one of Lee's sister's homes. Her sisters, Elsie Mae,
Vonna, and Mary, all lived nearby. Mary and her husband Bob,
were mine and George's age.

George and I decided that I would have to start looking for a job
at one of the fast food restaurants near us. We were not happy
about this, but I needed a job. There was also a cafeteria near one
of the housing complexes and business malls that catered to the
civilian government population that were associated with the
military. So, with that in mind, I applied for the necessary food
handling card from the Health Department and had the necessary
tests for tuberculosis and hepatitis and was immunized for
hepatitis.

I was hired at the cafeteria but several days before I was to start
work, I was called by one of the businesses who had placed me
on a call back list. The business was Cal-Gems, Inc. They were a
clothing factory that made women's clothing. They were located
on Westminster Blvd, which was a straight shot easy bus ride for
me. When I went for another interview, they told me there were
two openings which would be available upon deployment of the
women's service husbands. They could not tell me exactly when
this would take place but said they had liked my resume and the
personal information I had provided them. They asked me if I
would be willing to take a job on the production lines in the
factory until one of these openings became available.

I was overwhelmed at the prospect of this. The production floors
in the factory seemed to me to be hubs of noise, confusion, and
"over the top" activity. I would be assigned a locker and issued
a kit containing a pair of scissors, pins, needles, gloves, ruler,
tape measure, marking tape and pencils. I would start at the
tables where the patterns were placed on the materials, pinned,
and cut. At this time, I was told that my "scissors" were my
number one priority. I would only be issued one pair. If I
damaged or lost, them, I was out of a job. Just like that, no
excuses, no arguments, lost or damaged scissors, no job!

It was a frightening position for me. Most of the workers on
the factory floor were Hispanic or Oriental. They had been
doing this work for long periods of time. It was hard for me to
wrap my mind around the concept that I was a factory worker,
these women were good at their job. They were self confident,
fast, and efficient. For the most part, they were kind, friendly,
and helpful. Few of us were Caucasian. I think many of them
felt sorry for me. I did not speak either language and knew
just a few high school Spanish words and phrases. They talked
so fast in their native languages that my head spun. I was sure I
could not do this, but I wanted that secretarial job when it
became available.

It was not long before they advanced me from the cutting
tables to the sewing machine. Now, this was scary, indeed!
The never ending noise from the busy sewing machines
never let up. It was an assembly line scene. I started doing
straight seams. That, I could handle. It was challenging,
however. We had a quota and were expected to complete our
required number of pieces each hour. It became more difficult
as I advanced. Each was a challenge for me; facings, darts, and
plackets. It was piece work and we were paid accordingly. If
we made a mistake, it didn't count as a completed piece. At the
end of each pay period, we received a detailed sheet which
showed completed pieces, minus our messed up ones.

I was scared to death when I realized that I would soon be
advanced to my worst nightmare; pockets, pleats, and zippers.
I had realized that even though I was a temporary floor worker,
being held in reserve by general management, the supervisors
on the floor would not be cutting me any slack. Was I a
nervous wreck? You bet! I lived in anticipation of hearing the
closing bell ring each afternoon. When it rang, we had twenty
minutes to finish the piece we were on, remove the thread and
bobbin from the machine, brush the lint from it, give it a
squirt of oil, and tidy up our area. And then, the sweetest music
that was heaven to my ears, the ding ding ding of workers
punching out.

I prayed fervently each night that a job opening would happen
before I had to face the "Grim Zipper", and it did! I was called
into the main office and told that an opening was available and
they hoped I would accept it. I would be taking some dictation,
transcribing, typing, and simple bookkeeping, consisting of
entering the days debits and credits into a ledger. My main
responsibility would be to prepare the daily bank deposit. For
several weeks, I was trained and always prepared it with my
immediate boss and another worker. We always worked as a
pair. It was top security, and it was scary. We had to be bonded.
After the other employees left, our purses, lunch boxes, and all
personal items were taken from us before we were locked into a
tiny office. We could not leave on our own. After the days receipts
were counted and the deposit slip completed, we entered a code,
a different one each day for security purposes. This rang a bell,
which brought a manager, who unlocked the door. After the
manager checked everything, a Brinks truck picked up the
deposit. We were then given our purse and personal items and
cleared to go home. I enjoyed this job very much and my salary
of $2.50 an hour was certainly better than being paid by the
piece with my speed on the sewing machine.

This sounds a bit "other worldly and clandestine", but it soon
became ordinary to me. Most importantly, I was off the floor
and away from the noise and chaos I associated with it. I did
realize, however, that it was not really chaotic, but was very
disciplined, smooth running, and efficient.

In retrospect, you would have thought that I would become an
expert seamstress and would love to sew. Neither happened. I
was never more than mediocre at this, and even though I did sew
for my children when they were small, I never really enjoyed it.
I had a feeling of sastisfaction, however, as I realized I had
braved the "refiner's fire", and I had survived. It also made for
some interesting story telling, especially the time I sewed my
finger to a seam. Bloody ouch!

And so, life moved on. I went home tired every day but with a
sense of accomplishment and anticipation as I looked forward
to the weekend when George would be home.

To Be Continued. . . .

Love Is In The Air. . . .Our First Home Together. . . .#10

Our plan to have me return to California, was set in motion much
sooner than we had thought. I had only been home for a few days
when George's first letter arrived telling me what had happened the
Saturday we had left him at the main gate of the Naval Training
Center in San Diego.

When he reported, they told him to go to his assigned barracks
and wait for instructions. His company of 40 men were assembled
there. An officer arrived and told them they would have Sunday
to get packed and ready to receive their orders. George went to
church Sunday morning and spent the rest of the day getting
packed and ready to go wherever his orders sent him.

Monday morning they were rousted out of bed very early and told
to have their beds made, barracks clean, dressed and ready to go.
They were formed into four columns of ten men each, to be
marched to an assembly area where they would receive orders for
their deployment. Nerves were taut and anticipation was high.
As they were marched in formation through several turns, they
were halted in front of the Personnel Office building. The officer
yelled "Halt!" and when they did, another officer called out
George's name and told him to "Fall Out!". He handed him an
envelope, said "These are your orders", and as the rest of the
company marched off, he was told to go into the building. They
sent him to a desk where he turned in his papers and after the
officer read them, he was told, "You will be serving here and
will be assigned to the Security Division.

We were so very relieved and happy. The time George spent
working for the FBI in Washington D.C., and the national
security clearance he had, was keeping him in the states and
in San Diego.

George and Lee immediately started the search to find us an
apartment in Westminster. Hopefully, they wanted to find one
near Jack and Lee's home. Housing was very limited due to
the Korean War and the many service and government
families who were struggling to get settled in the area. It
was hard not to be discouraged. How excited I was when a
letter George had mailed on August 28th, arrived.

With butterflies in my stomach, I opened it and read:

Dearest Ina,

Only five more days to go. Boy, it hardly seems true. I can
hardly wait for them to pass. The thing above is a drawing of
the apartment. It is about as big as Jack's living room. It is
just the right size for us. It has a pull down bed and a couch
and easy chair. They aren't new, in fact they are a little old,
but they are still good. All they need is covering.

It is all done in plaster and tile in the kitchen and bathroom.
It has a shower and no tub. There is a big closet in the bath-
room. It really is a nice big bathroom. In the kitchen, there
is a gas ice box. It is small but just the right size for us. There
is a small 4 burner stove with a full oven. It is also gas. It
is a cute kitchen and there is plenty of room to put things.
That is all there is. It is really clean and has a tile floor and it
won't be hard to keep clean. They have a laundry in the
garage that you can use at any time.

So, you will need all of our bedding and kitchen utensils, every
thing you need to keep house. Oh yes, don't forget a cookbook,
I think you will need one. Ha, Ha! (cook book is underlined,
very funny George!)

Lee is going to have the lights and gas turned on so all you will
have to do is move in. Jack put down $20.00 to hold it, so
you better have $45.00 to pay on the rent and to pay him back.
I'll get $18.00 Thursday. Boy, won't I be rich?" (He had worked
for Jack the previous Saturday.)

Ina talking. . .David and I were going to pick him up in San Diego
on Friday he gave me directions on how to get there and where to
meet him.

He ended the letter thus:

"I have to run and mail this letter, so must quit, and this will be
my last letter to you. Sure do love you lots, Love George

You can tell that he was excited about us being together again,
as was I. It was a happy meeting in San Diego and what fun we
had moving into our very first home together.

It was a really cute studio apartment. It was very near to Jack
and Lee's home. There was a store within walking distance
where I could get most of the necessities I would need.

We were sad to tell David goodbye but were grateful to him for
all he did to help us.

In true David style, he bid us goodbye with these words of
wisdom, "Stay off of those crazy freeways and away from those
wild California drivers, and be careful not to breathe too much
of that Southern California air, it won't do you any good."

It was a short weekend for George and I, but we had a wonderful
time getting settled into our first home together. We put some
of our pictures and other personal items throughout the house.
By the time George left on Monday morning, it really did look
and feel, like a home.

I still had enough settling in to do to make the five days before
he could come home again, pass quickly.

I planned on going out early in the morning and get several
newspapers to see what kind of jobs, if any, were available.

And so, with a smile on my face and sweet dreams when I went to
bed, I looked forward, with joy, to another beautiful day. . . .

To Be Continued. . . .

David. . . .On California, Love, and Marriage. . . .

David, being David and the big "tease" he was, had a great time
poking fun at us about California. He continued to do this
throughout his life, even as he and his family would visit us there
and have a wonderful time.

For our 5oth Wedding Anniversary celebrated at a Family Reunion
in Panaca, we received a beautiful book full of memories and
tributes from family and friends. David's is wonderful and evokes
precious memories of mine and George's marriage, our move to
California, and our first home together.

He wrote:

Dear George and Ina,

"Marriage resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they can't be
separated after moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing
anyone that comes between them.

Shortly after George and Ina were married, I helped them move to
Westminster, California. After unloading about half of the boxes, a
neighbor lady invited us in for a break. We were sitting around the
living room talking and a bobcat jumped up on my lap. Needless
to say, it startled me. The woman said it was just a "kitty cat". She
said she found it on her back doorstep before it's eyes were open.
She wouldn't believe me when I told her it was a wild cat. She said
it is "just a big beautiful kitty cat".

When I started to leave, I was thinking, "I hope Ina doesn't want me
to come and get her next week." Then, I had another thought, "Ina
must love this guy to come to live where people try to run over
you and your neighbors have wild cats for pets."

That was 50 years ago. Now I want to congratulate them on the
big 50th anniversary and to wish them many more wedding
anniversaries.

I want to thank Ina for being a very great sister and George for
taking care of my sister. Thanks to both of you for the good
times you gave to me when I came to Arizona with Martie. The
trip was one of the highlights of the last few years for me. Just.
try and be angry with someone who just fed you something
delicious.

Grandparent: Something so simple that a child can operate it.

Something for the ones that have had their 5oth: The quickest
way to get things done is to take your time. God didn't create
hurry."

God Bless You, Love, David

Thank you David. I love you.

Love Is In The Air. . . .Sweet, Sweet Love. . . .#9

It seemed so different to be back home in Panaca knowing I was
now married and had left my husband in California. I missed him
and as I did not know when I would see him again, I was lonely.

I had asked Esther if I could delay coming back to work until the
blisters from the extensive sunburn I had received from our day
at the beach, were completely healed. She had someone working
for me on a temporary basis and told me to come back when the
burn was completely healed.

I used that time to look at all of our wedding gifts and catalog
them. Since I didn't know where we would be living and how
much room we would have, I was sorting them into categories of
items we would need, those I wanted to take if we had room, and
others that we would not need at this time. It was a fun task and
I was amazed and delighted at the variety of wonderful things we
received. Mom and I had so much fun doing this. Her advice on
what to take and what would not be necessary, really helped me.

I wrote George every day, but of course he could not write me
as often. I was so excited when I received my first letter. When
I looked at the envelope and saw that it was addressed to Mrs.
George Paul Wimsatt, Jr., it didn't seem real.

George didn't know yet what his assignment would be; would he
stay in San Diego, go someplace else stateside, or be deployed
to active duty. He was worried about me being alone in San
Diego not knowing anyone and not having a car. Finding us
housing with so many other service families looking, and
not knowing how long he would be there, would be a problem.
He thought the best thing for me would be to find a place for us
in Westminster where I would be near Jack and Lee.

Lee's brother had a very close friend who was a navy medic
stationed in San Diego. He had a car and commuted back and
forth. It was a long drive, which could be very lonely and
tiring, and he was happy to invite George to ride with him.

It wasn't the ideal situation, but it was the answer for us. They
would come home on Friday and go back very early Monday
morning. On George's duty weekends, he would not be able to
come home and so we were looking at some two week stretches
where we would not be together. I was not looking forward to
that, but if I was able to find a job, I would be busy during the
day and it would just be the nights that would be lonely.

Our plan was thus; George would go to Westminster on his
duty free weekends and stay with Jack and Lee. He and Lee
would look for an apartment for us and he could earn a few
extra dollars working with Jack on Saturdays.

Jack's business was installing carpet, tile, and other floor
covering. He contracted with Sears and Roebuck stores
in the area. His and George's father, George, and uncles
Bert and Charles, had also had a floor covering business
and contracts with Sears stores in the Los Angeles area.

I discussed this with Esther. She said she would start the
process to hire someone to replace me and I could train
her. In the meantime, I would be getting my personal
things ready and the household items from our gifts that
I would be taking to California. My brother David could
not fathom why me, or anyone else, would want to live
in California. He said, "Ina, that's a crazy place to live
and anyone who lives there, is nuts!" Even so, he said that
he could understand why I would want to be with George,
and so "against my better judgement, I will move you!"
We put our plan into action and hoped it would come
together in jig time

And so, I watched for his letters, and with butterflies
in my stomach, I waited. . . .

To Be Continued. . . .

Memories Of My Mother, Lois Stewart Wadsworth. . . .

Our honeymoon in California was the most exciting thing that
had ever happened to me. I had fantasized about California
for as long as I could remember. My mother had a dream to
see the ocean and walk along the beach with the waves gently
caressing her feet as they rolled into the shore. Even though
she had never seen it, she loved looking at pictures and reading
about it. She loved music about the ocean. She loved poetry
and I grew up reading poems she had written and listening
to her recite some of poetry's masterpieces. The Ancient
Mariner by Samuel Taylor Colridge and The Chambered
Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes were two of her favorites.
They were long poems and I marveled that she could recite
them so perfectly. I was determined to memorize both of them
and as a teenager, I did memorize The Chambered Nautilus and
would recite it back to her.

Two of mother's brothers lived in California, Uncle Viv (Vivian
Henrie), lived in South Gate and then Fullerton, and Uncle Dade
(David Brinton), lived in Los Angeles. They both knew of her
love for the ocean and always brought gifts portraying it when
they visited her. She loved seashells and they brought them to
her. At one time, Uncle Dade gave her a nautilus shell. They
sent postcards of ocean scenes and pictures of them at the beach.
Mother didn't have the opportunity to visit them in California
until George and I lived there. By then Uncle Dade had moved
away and died much too young, at age 48. Mother never got
over his death as she had been such an important part of his life
as he was growing up.

The Lloyd Mathews family lived across the street from us in
Panaca. Their daughter, Beverly, was mine and Delores' play-
mate. Beverly's grandmother was Margaret Ann Wadsworth, a
cousin of my Grandfather, Nephi John. Beverly's first cousins
and my distant cousins, sisters from California, often visited them.
These girls lived near the beach in Los Angeles. They talked about
the ocean and playing on the beach. Their life sounded so exciting,
I found myself envying them.

My beloved Aunt Lizzie Edwards, Elizabeth Alice Wadsworth, a
sister to my grandfather, Nephi John, and her husband, William
Edwards, lived in Panaca. When they were a young married
couple, they lived in California. After returning to Panaca, they
often had family and friends from California as guests at their
home. One of those visitors was Darla Jean Hood. She was just
a few months younger than me. Aunt Lizzie always had Delores
and I come to her home when Darla was there. That was so
exciting. Darla was a gifted child actress. She played the role of
Darla, who was a member of the "gang" in the Our Gang and The
Little Rascal movies. So, as a little girl, I actually played with a
movie star from Hollywood, California. I don't remember if Darla
was Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Will's niece or granddaughter. I think
she was their granddaughter.

As a little girl and teenager, I often told my parents that when I
grew up I was going to live by the beach in California. I also
promised myself that when I did, I would walk the beach with my
mother and we would pick up seashells together as the waves
rolled into shore, and watch the sun set into the ocean. When we
are children, we dream of wonderful adventures and we make many
promises to ourselves. Some come true and some do not. These,
did, and I have stories I will tell about those special times.

A point of interest to this story; as an adult serving in the Young
Women and Relief Society organizations in various wards, I often
used the poem, "The Chambered Nautilus" in my lessons and
presentations.

The nautilus is a beautiful shell. It is composed of chambers. In
the beginning, it is an inch long and contains seven tiny chambers.
These chambers are filled with gas which gives it the buoyancy to
move through the ocean, even when storms rage and the waters
are troubled. As it grows, it will add new chambers to it's shell,
each larger than the last. The inside of the shell has a lining of
lustrous nacre and a nearly perfect spiral that always reaches
upward. It's journey through life is much like our life's journey
as we gain our physical and spiritual growth. The last stanza of
The Chambered Nautilus is beautiful. It was Mother's favorite
and is also mine. I want to share it with you:

Build thee more stately mansions, oh my soul,
as the swift seasons roll.

Leave thy low vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,

Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast,
till at length thou art free,

leaving thine outgrown shell by life's
unresting sea!

I was never fortunate enough to find a nautilus shell, but
Mom and I did walk the beach together and pick up many
beautiful shells of all kinds. Many times we just sat and
watched the waves crest and break as they rushed toward
the shore. Mother also loved to watch the sun set into the
vast expanse of water as the tide ebbed and the ocean birds
called out to each other as they settled for the night. These
memories are vivid and they are precious.

She also enjoyed exploring the beach and picking up seashells
with my children, Paul, Rhonda, and Craig when they were
little, just as I did, and then later as I experienced the wonder
of it with my grandchildren. I have stories to tell about that.

My mother was an amazing woman. She was the second child
in a family of seven children, five boys and two girls, with her
brother Karl being the eldest. She was born in Fredonia,
Arizona, on October 22, 1897. In 1901, when she was almost
four, her family moved to Alamo, Nevada. Her father, David,
and two of his brothers, Will and Tommy, had purchased part
of a ranch and other property in Alamo. This was an exciting
time for them, they were looking forward to expanding and
improving their lives.

Mom's parents, Lois Crosby and David Brinton Stewart, loved
their children and their home was filled with love and laughter.
She often told me how happy her early childhood was. Then,
when she was nine years old, tragedy struck. David's sister
Ethel, was moving to what later became known as the Henrie
ranch. It was located down the canyon from Caliente. Ethel
sent word to Grandpa David that she would like his help to
move. He worked hard to get her settled and by the time the
move was made, repairs to the house completed, and Ethel
settled in, it was nearing Christmas. He caught the stage to
Caliente. There was a heavy storm and since he was the only
passenger traveling on from there, the stage did not go all of
the way to Alamo but turned around in Hiko and returned to
Caliente. He looked for a way home, but with the storm and
Christmas near, there was no way available. He had promised
his family he would be home for Christmas, and so he walked
16 miles in the cold storm. He had asthma from the time he
was a boy and his lungs had been damaged. By the time he
arrived home, he had pneumonia. Even with careful nursing
and fervent prayer, his life could not be saved. He died on
Christmas Eve. He was only 39 years of age. His youngest
child, David Brinton, (Uncle Dade) was not yet six months old,
and Taylor Fay had just turned three. Fay's twin, Levi Ray
had died the previous year when he had just turned two.

Before Grandpa died, he called Karl to his bedside and talked
to him about what his responsibilities were going to be. The
duties and cares of a man were placed upon his shoulders. He
was only eleven years old but he willingly promised his father
that he could, and would, do this. At age seven, Vivian was old
enough to be of some help to Karl.

He then talked to Mom. He told her that her mother was going
to be very lonely and that she was going to need a lot of help with
the babies. Mom told us that she would never forget how she
felt when he once again told her to keep her mother company
and not let her be too lonely. She kept that promise to her father.
She and her mother, my Namie, were confidants and best friends
from that day until her mother died in 1936.

To support her children, Namie had to go to work and mom be-
came the housekeeper and little mother to her younger siblings.
Her only sister, Theresa, was too young to be of much help to
her as she was just five years old. When she wasn't in school,
Lois, a child herself, carried her baby brother David, around in
a sling she designed, while she cared for the other children, did
housework, cooked meals, and kept up with her homework.

I marvel when I contemplate upon this because the woman my
mother became was not a reflection of the hard life she had while
growing up. She had little chance for a formal education. There
was no high school in Alamo, the nearest was Lincoln County High
School in Panaca, 79 miles away. Loving school and having an
intense desire to learn, she obtained permission from school
officials to repeat the eighth grade. This proved to be a very good
thing as the new teacher for the eighth grade was James Allen
Wadsworth from Panaca. When she had only been in his class
for several weeks, she went home one day and told her mother,
"I am going to marry Mr. Wadsworth when I get older." Namie,
of course, told her she was being silly, but we know that statement
came true. James treated her with the utmost respect as her
teacher that year, but she captured his heart, and in 1917, when
she was twenty and he was thirty they were married. Even
though she had never been able to go to Panaca to high school, she
and Karl, with help from their Uncle Tommy Stewart, made sure
their younger siblings had the opportunity to do so.

What a remarkable woman Lois Stewart Wadsworth was. Despite
her lack of formal education, she was one of the most intelligent
woman I ever knew. She was kind and generous, funny and sassy.
Dad used to say she was a blithe spirit with her charming smile,
twinkling eyes, and merry laugh. She loved her seven children
with an unconditional love. She adored and supported her husband
wholeheartedly even though it often meant she was home alone with
their children and the responsibility of farm and ranch chores while
he was away on ranch duties or pursuing his responsibilities
as a Nevada State Senator.

She worked tirelessly from dawn to dusk (but, yes, she did get very
tired). She milked the cows, slopped the hogs, gathered eggs, and
forked hay to the horses and cattle. She could kill a chicken, pluck,
and cook it, for her family"s dinner. She could butcher a hog. She
planted and weeded in the garden and canned hundreds of jars of
fruits and vegetables each year.

She was famous for her cooking in Panaca, Lincoln County, and even
beyond those boundaries. Her pies, cakes, bread, cinnamon rolls and
donuts were the things of legend. People knew when her baking days
were and would "just happen" to drop by. They always left with some
baked goods. Her Halloween taffy pulls were a favorite tradition for
the children of Panaca.

She loved to pick up pine nuts. She knew exactly where to go to find
the most and the best. She harvested pounds of them each year.
Some of these pine nuts along with her suet pudding and lemon
sauce, fruit cake, homemade candies, pickles (especially mustard
pickle), jam, jelly, and peach melon preserve, always came to us for
the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays.

She was a gifted seamstress and her daughters always had the most
beautiful clothes. She usually had a quilt on frames in the living room
and her patterns and quilting stitches were intricate and beautiful. I
grew up thinking that all little girls played and had their tea parties
under quilting frames. Her hand work, embroidery and crocheting,
were amazing. When her children were little and then when her
grandchildren began to arrive, she made dolls, doll clothes, stocking
monkeys, teddy bears, and other stuffed toys for them.

She was a faithful and active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of
Latter Day Saints. She served her sisters, and their families in the
gospel, as well as other residents of the county, tirelessly and un-
selfishly. She nursed the sick. She delivered babies with her mother
in the days when midwives were more often available than the over
worked doctors. She continued to do this after her mother died. She
lovingly prepared deceased women for burial, making them look
beautiful, and bringing comfort to their families.

She was a marvelous and talented story teller. She knew more poems
than most people read in a lifetime. My siblings and I grew up on her
stories and poems. Her grandchildren grew up listening to her stories
and poems, the same ones we loved; Little Orphan Annie, Little Boy
Blue, The Spider and the Fly, and Betty and The Bear. She made sure
her children loved to read and always had the best books available
to us. A good book was one of our favorite gifts.

Mother always had time for her grandchildren. In the summer, she
often had six to ten from out of town staying there, plus the seven
who lived in Panaca. Her house and yard looked like a camp for
boys and girls, and I guess that is what it was. She was the
perfect grandmother. They called her "Granny" and adored her.

She would stop whatever she was doing to play with them. She let
them eat donuts as fast as she could cook them. She patiently made
toast for milk toast for their "who can eat the most slices of milk
toast'" contests. She let them gather an egg for their breakfast, and
pick corn, tomatoes, and melons from the garden. Three things she
told them not to do, which they often did anyway, were not to climb
the fruit trees, pick her roses, or swing on the garden and front gates.
Even when they did those things, they were scolded with a twinkle
in her beautiful eyes.

She and my father instilled in their children a love for the Gospel of
The bible and The Book of Mormon. They taught us to love, honor,
and respect our parents, our siblings, our prophet and other church
leaders, the leaders of our nation, and as we married, our spouses.

They established family traditions and taught us to love them and
instilled within us a desire to see that we preserved them through the
years. They taught us to serve our fellow men, work hard. and pray
often.

I loved her so much. I admired and respected her. She was my best
friend. Is it any wonder that I wanted to give her a precious gift,
something she loved and desired? That I wanted to share our love for
the ocean. That I wanted to walk the beach with her and pick up sea
shells. That I wanted to sit with her and watch the sun set into the
ocean with all of it's glorious color, as the tide gently ebbed pulling
the water back into the sea. That I wanted her and I to share some
thing that was "our" special time together. That I wanted to see her
smile and hear her merry laugh. That I wanted to laugh as she oohed
and aahed when she found that "perfect" seashell. She was like a child
on Christmas morning as we shared these experiences and I was so
happy and excited that I was able to make it possible for her.

Mother, your little great great grandson, Brexton , Rhonda's grandson
and Brinton's son, shares your birthday of October 22nd. Today, as
we celebrate his 6th birthday, I will laugh at his joy and enthusiasm,
I will remember yours, and I will laugh again. I know you will be
laughing, too.

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for all you did for me. Thank you
for sharing some of my happiest and most exciting adventures. I can't
wait to see you again. What fun we will have!

Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you. I am blessed and honored to call
you "Mother".

Pictures From Our Honeymoon. . . .

It's that 50's look. Ginger Rogers bangs and 50's skirt.

George's cute sister, Margaret.

At Margaret's in Las Vegas.

Barbeque with all of the trimmings.
Welcome to California, I.na

We enjoyed the barbeque Jack and Lee had to welcome us to

California. George's handsome little brother Art was there, as
were Lee's sister and brother and their spouses..

What a wild shirt I bought George!
He's wearing it cause he loves me!

Smile, you're on Candid Camera!

Peek-A-Boo!

So happy! Wearing one of my favorite dresses.

Oops! This picture was posted out of order, but isn't he cute!
I love the way he looks in his dress blues.

Hey, this was taken before our famous "burn".
We did have some sun afterall, see the shadow.

Training to be a "sailor boy" sculpted George, he's looking good!

Jack and Lee in front of their house

Can you figure out what George is doing?

This picture is a repeat - same dress.

Jackie and Lloyd - Cute!

On the way to San Diego. How I love the ocean.

To have George looking "spiffy", before he enters The Training Center,
his big brother gives him a final "brush off". Now it's time for me to

say goodbye. Do I really have to?

These pictures have survived for 60 plus years, several moves and a flood.

Love Is In The Air. . . .Sweet, Sweet, Love. . . .#8

Our wedding day was over. It was a beautiful wedding. Our reception
was over. It was a wonderful reception. Since we didn't have a car
and our money was limited, we had decided we would start our honey
moon in Las Vegas. We could ride to Vegas with Margaret, spend
three days there and then take the train to Los Angeles. Since I had
this love affair with California, George being stationed in San Diego
was the fullfillment of a dream I had always had; which was to go
there on my honeymoon. We would have five days before George had
to report back to the Naval Training Center in San Diego. I would take
the train from there to Caliente where someone would be waiting to
take me home to Panaca.

My parents, with help from my siblings, were packing our gifts to take
to their home. Amid a frenzy of hugs, slaps on the back, good luck
and have fun wishes, we left to change our clothes and pick up our
travel bags. We had kept the location of Margaret's car a secret to
avoid the "Shivaree" mischief (shivaree - a clamorous salutation made
to a newywed couple), so David and Gino's cars had been decorated
with the traditional tin cans and balloons. They followed us as we left
to change our clothes and then followed us out of town with tin cans
clattering, balloons popping, horns honking, and people whistling and
shouting.

For days, I had been asking George where we would be staying in Las
Vegas. He kept telling me that it was a surprise. No matter how much
I pleaded, he wouldn't tell me. I was exhausted from our activities
and little sleep. Before the three and a half hour trip to Vegas was
over, I was asleep. I was awakened to George saying, "Ina, wake up,
we are here." Imagine my surprise and giddy happiness, when I
opened my eyes and saw that we were at the main entrance to the
El Cortez Hotel! A bellhop met us and ushered us into the lobby
with it's beautiful marble floors, paneled walls, elegant draperies,
plush furniture, and walls covered with autographed pictures.

George checked us in as Mr. and Mrs. George P. Wimsatt. They gave
him a key and escorted us to the elevator for the Tower. After riding
up several stories, we stepped out into the hallway, walked down it as
registered guests, and used "our own key" to open a door and enter a
beautiful suite. I couldn't believe it! It was deja vu and a 15 year old
girl's promise to herself had come true!

The next morning, we strolled through the lobby, and even though
Bugsy was no longer there and the Rat Pack had followed him to the
Flamingo, their presence was still evident in the pictures lining the
walls. Throughout the day, we leisurely looked at all of the pictures,
browsed the gift shop and had a cold drink by the beautiful pool
We then took the pedestrian walkway to Freemont Street. The
walkway was just as I remembered it and Vegas Vic was still there
waving us welcome. Best of all, when we returned to the El Cortez to
have dinner, we didn't have to eat at the Grill, but were seated in the
main dining room where we enjoyed their famous smorgasbord with
an array of desserts to dazzle a new bride and groom.

Our time at the El Cortez was over all too soon. We spent a day with
Margaret's family. She cooked us a delicious dinner and took us to
the station where we boarded a train. "California, here we come!"

George's brother Jack and his wife Lee, met us at the train. When we
arrived at their home in Westminstere, they had a room ready for us.
It was an add on and so was our own private space for as long as we
would be staying there. They had a swimmiung pool and game room
with a pool table and other games. They had planned a barbeque
dinner and swim party to welcome us to California. George's younger
brother, Art, was living with them for the summer and working for
him until school started. All of Lee's family lived in the area. Her
youngest sister Mary, was George's age. She also had sisters Elsie
Mae and Vonna, and brother, Coy. All of them were maried. Her
parents, Mom and Dad Shinpaugh, were wonderful and as our parents
and siblings, except for Jack, did not live in California, this family
became our family in the years to come. We felt loved and this
evening was a wonderful introduction to California.

Jack made a car available to us. Of course, the first thing I wanted to
do was to see the ocean and play on the beach, but the weather was
typical May beach weather in Southern California. It was overcast.
foggy, drizzly and chilly at the beach. We decided to do some of the
other things we had planned and see if the weather would be a little
more agreeable later.

I wanted to visit a zoo and Lee suggested the Los Angeles Zoo and
Botanical Gardens located in beautiful Griffith Park. We enjoyed our
day there. I couldn't have hoped for a more exciting one. Griffith
Park and the Botanical Gardens were beautiful. The foliage was
green and lush and so very different from Nevada. I loved the zoo.
The only other zoo I had been to was the Hoagle Zoo in Salt Lake City.
That zoo began my love with zoos and my fascination of animals from
around the world. I knew that I would be living in San Diego while
George was stationed there and so have the opportunity to visit the
world famous San Diego Zoo. I could hardly wait.

We had planned a day at Knott's Berry Farm. The weather had not
improved, so we decided to go there the next day instead of the
beach. I had heard a lot about Knott's Berry farm and I was not
disappointed. We browsed their quaint shops. While walking, we
treated ourselves to one of their signature "Olalie Berry Ice Cream
Sundaes". We rode the Log Ride through a mock rushing river and
laughed at the end when we were splashed. My favorite show was the
"bank holdup" on Main Street. The sheriff and his deputies engaged
in a gun battle with the outlaws and when it was over, several outlaws
were sprawled out on the street dead, and others were hauled off to
jail. In the evening, we ate dinner at their famous Chicken Restaurant
and stopped by the Chocolate Shop to choose something for dessert.
We had a wonderful day and returned to Jack and Lee's home tired
and happy.

Our time was almost over and we knew that regardless of the weather,
if we were going to have our day at the beach, it had to be tomorrow.
When we awoke in the morning, it still looked like our beach day
would be overcast. but sun or no sun, I was so excited, I could hardly
wait. We had chosen to go to Huntington Beach and since Art knew
the way way there and where to park, Jack gave him the day off
from work so he could go with us.

This excursion was to set the tone for the rest of our honeymoon.

Lee had packed us a delicious lunch, we had some drinks in a small ice
chest. and on a grey overcast day, we set out for my very first visit to
see the ocean and play on the beach. George had not been to the
beach since he was very young and this being my first time, innocents
that we were, we didn't realize you could burn as bad on an overcast
day as on a day when the sun was shining. We played in the water for
hours, and walked the beach picking up sea shells. We ate our lunch
and then lay on our towels for a little nap. We had no shade, but hey,
we had used sun screen and there was no sun, so no problem, right?

I don't know how long we slept, but when we awoke, the day was gone.
It was one of the happiest and most exciting days of my life, but by
the time we got home, I was a very sick girl. I had severe sunburn
over all of the exposed parts of my body, especially my back, chest,
and thighs. Since they had been exposed to the California sun during
the summer, George and Art were not burned as severely as I was. I
was light headed, dizzy, nauseous, and throwing up. Lee wanted to
take me to the emergency room at a near by hospital, but I refused to
go. I said that if I could just lie down for awhile and have something
cool to drink, I would be fine. It was a long, painful night and the next
day, I was covered in silver dollar size blisters. Still, I refused to go to
the hospital. Lee called her doctor and he told her of a salve she could
get at the pharmacy. He cautioned her that since I would be traveling,
to be careful not to break the blisters when applying it.

I couldn't stand anything to touch the burned areas and so lay with no
clothes and just a sheet covering me for three nights and two days,
then it was time for George to report back to the Training Center and
me to go home to Panaca. I was feeling a little better, The red had
faded a bit and the pain was not as bad, but the blisters were still
there. I was wondering if we should have opened and drained them.
Regardless, I had to get ready to go. I had a white satin blouse with
long billowy sleeves that mom had made for me. It looked great with
the pant suit I had chosen to wear on the train. The sleeves would
cover the blisters on my arms and were so full I thought there would
be no problem with irritation. Jack and Lee drove us to San Diego and
even though I was still miserable, it was a nice drive. We drove along
the coast, stopping twice at beautiful scenic overlooks where we had a
panoramic view of the ocean. Since George was a "Sailor Boy", I was
fascinated by all of the naval ships we saw along the way and George
loved identifying them to me and telling me the duties of each one. I
thought he was so smart. We stopped in Oceanside for a leisurely
lunch of seafood. If I remember correctly, I had clam chowder and
fish and chips.

All too soon, we were at the main entrance to The Naval Training
Center where George and I would say goodbye. We had only been
married for eight days. and as I kissed my husband goodbye, I
listened with a mixture of happiness, sadness, and anticipation to
his promise to find a place for us to live in San Diego as soon as he
knew if he was going to stay stateside or be sent to Korea. It was a
bittersweet parting but I was still filled with the joy and excitement
of our wedding and reception, a honeymoon at the El Cortez Hotel
in Las Vegas and our glorious California adventure.

Jack and Lee dropped me at the train station. I had a two hour wait
for my train. Not feeling well, I couldn't enjoy the sights and sounds
of the trains rushing in and out of the depot as I always had from the
time I was a little girl. It was a long miserable ride through the night
and I was so happy when we pulled into the Caliente Station in the
wee hours of the morning. Mother was there to pick me up. She
could see that I was sick, but she was horrified when we arrived home
and she literally had to soak my beautiful blouse from my body. Many
of the blisters had burst during the long ride and my clothes were
stuck to my skin. I was so relieved to be home with my mother and to
let her gentle, soothing care heal my body and soul..

I wasn't able to go back to work for a week, but Esther understood.
As the blisters healed, I had time to relax and relive all of the exciting
sights and sounds of our wedding, reception, and honeymoon.

But, how many days would I have to wait for a letter from George?
With butterflies in my stomach, I waited. . . .

To Be Continued. . . .