Ten for Tuesday

Ten Jobs that I've Had:

I have listed 10 things that I have done as "jobs" since I was a little girl. Some of them earned an income, and some didn't.

1. The first "job" I remember having was drying the silverware and putting it in the drawer when my mother washed the dishes.

2. When I was in the third grade, I wanted to buy a lunch box so I wouldn't have to buy hot lunch. I hated that canned spinach my teacher made me eat before I could go play. In October, I got a job picking potatoes in a neighbor's field. I earned over just $19.00 and had more than enough to buy a lunch box. I used that lunch box until I was in Jr. High and decided that it was more "cool" to take my lunch in a brown bag.

We picked potatoes using baskets like in the picture below, only, rather than putting the potatoes in a box, we dumped them into potato sacks that were picked and placed on a truck.
I picked potatoes every fall until I was a senior in high school. That year I worked on a combine in the field--picking out rocks, clods, and weeds as the potatoes went by on a conveyer belt that fed them right into the back of a truck.

3. Our mom gave us Saturday jobs when we were growing up. The first one I remember was getting down on my hands and knees to mop the strip of floor between the two pieces of carpet in our living room. I didn't use a brush like the lady in this picture.

4. We remodeled our home the summer I turned 10, and we didn't have a strip of carpet in the middle of the living room floor any more. My mother gave us other Saturday jobs. Sometimes we dusted and vacuumed the living room, and sometimes we cleaned and mopped the bathrooms. We also took turns setting the table, cleaning the table after eating, and washing the dishes.

5. Like most teenagers, I babysat. I earned 25 cents and hour and sometimes my father told me he thought that was too much to ask.

6. We learned to help in the hay at a young age. I drove the little Ford tractor when I was really young. I couldn't use the brake and clutch, so when I needed to stop I reached down and turned the key off. Later, I learned to drive the big John Deere, the Allis Chalmers, and the hay truck. I also drove a derrick one summer for my brother. This involved driving the tractor back and forth while he and his co-workers used a big fork to lift the bales of hay off of the back of a hay trailor and putting them in place on the haystack. When my brothers were both away, my sisters and I had to lift the bales and put them on the truck, and then unload them to build the haystack. My dad adjusted the baler to make the bales lighter for us. Years later, he told us, in tears, how much he hated to have to have his girls work in the hay field. We didn't enjoy the experience, but knew he needed us to do it, so it was just something we did.

7. We also had the "opportunity" of milking cows with my dad while my brothers were gone. My sister, Lois, and I took turns--one week morning shift and the next evening. Dad just did it both shifts all the time. I don't remember that my other sister had this great opportunity, but if she did, I am sure she will correct my posting.:)

8. One summer during my college years, I got some weiner pigs to raise, with the goal of selling them before school began to earn money for my tuition. I drove our pick-up into the Kraft Cheese plan to load old milk cans up with whey, the by-product of the cheese. Not fun. I am not sure I earned much money with this endeavor, but it was an experience.

9. When Wayne and I were first married, I worked at Barbizon of Utah, a factory that made ladies' slips, pajamas, and nightgowns. I ran a power sewing maching. The first few weeks I zig-zagged and sewed the side seams of full-length slips. Then I was moved to sewing the yokes of pajama tops and nightgowns to the bottom parts of them. I enjoyed the second assignment more than the first. I worked there for two years--until Wayne was through with his Master's Degree and we moved to St. Louis. Below is a nightgown made by Barbizon. Since the time I worked there, Barbizon sold its company to someone else. The building in Provo where I worked is no longer there.

10. When Karen was little, and before Bryan was born, I taught piano lessons to some of the neighborhood children for three or four years. I hope some of them learned something. I did.

My most rewarding "jobs" have been wife and mother. I didn't include these in my list because they haven't been mundane like the other jobs. On the contrary, even though they have been sometimes hard and often challenging, these jobs have given my life much happiness and joy. They have made my life worthwhile.

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Ten Favorite Memories of Dad

I have few pictures of my father and me, but I do have some wonderful memories. Choosing ten and writing them down brought back a lot of warm remembering time. I wish every little girl could think of her father as I think of mine.

This is a picture of my father, Rulon Jones Callister, when he served in the army. I was born one year to the day after he was released from service.

Here are some of my memories:

1. Playing with Dad. This picture was on an earlier last post, but I wanted to repeat it again, because I love it! Dad was good to play with us when he could take time off from farming. He splashed us with the shovel when he was watering the lawn, he swung us high into the air with his arms, and we always knew we were safe when we were with him.

2. Dancing with Dad. We used to have ward "Gold and Green Balls," and the whole family was invited. My dad always danced with me. I fondly remember standing on his toes to dance because I didn't know the steps. Other times, he would teach me the steps. One of my favorite dances to do with him with the shottish. I haven't seen or heard of anyone doing it for decades.

3. Auctioneer. When I was young, our ward held ward dinners, followed by an auction, to raise money. I first remember raising money to help build our new chapel, and later to provide budget for the ward. My dad was usually the auctioneer. One time, I raised my hand, just like others were doing, to bid on something. My dad had to recognize my bid, even though he was unsure of what I was doing. There wasn't even time to get a nod from my mother. In the end, we went home with an item that "I" purchased, even though it wasn't something that either my mom or dady would have chosen.

4. Taking time for family vacations. My dad, a farmer, worked all summer long. It wasn't often that he took a day off for fun, but when his brother came from California to spend time with family in Idaho (my grandparents, an aunt's family, an uncle or two, and us), the farm was put on hold for a few days so we could enjoy extended family fun. The most memorable times, because everyone was invited, were the trips to Yellowstone Park. We stayed in cabins, picnicked during the day, and threw bread from the cars to feed the bears. It was a time of bonding for all the cousins, and we all love to reflect on these trips.

5. Fishing with Dad. I think I was about seven when I was first invited to go with Dad and the "boys" on opening day of fishing. On my first trip, Dad took me to a fishing hold and baited my hook. He handed me the pole and then turned to bait his own pole. Before he could finish, I had a fish on the end of my line. He helped me pull it in, and then rebaited my hook before turning back to his own pole. Again, I quickly caught a fish. Again, he helped me pull it in. This happened a third time, and then he taught me how to bait my own hook and pull in the fish so he could get some fishing done on his own.

6. Father's day recitation. Thanks to my mom's talents, and her teaching ability, I was chosen to recite poems at ward programs and during Sunday School at an early age. One Father's Day I was chosen to give a poem during Sunday School as part of the program. It was a poem on loving your dad, and the last line went, "Thank you for being my dad, and Happy Father's Day." My dad was the bishop at the time, so was sitting on the stand. My mom encouraged me to turn and say the last line directly to him. I did, and it brought tears to his eyes. Of course, that was a common occurrence for Dad, but this time it had special meaning to him and me, too.

7. Singing in Mutual. One mutual evening we had a program that included unrehearsed numbers. While some performers were alerted ahead of time, there was also a time when those in attendance could pick someone from the audience and ask them to perform. One of the ward members said he recalled a time years ago when my dad had sung a song in a church meeting, and he would like to hear him again. So, my dad, although nervous, stood and sang a hymn. He did a good job, too.

8. Letting me into ball games. My dad, along with being a farmer, also taught high school for most of my growing years. Part of his responsibilies included being at sports events to take tickets for the basketball and football games. When I was in junior high school, I sometimes wanted to go to the games, and he would let me in to watch the teams play without buying a ticket.

My dad loved sports. When he was in high school he played football, basketball, particpated in track, and boxed. The year he was a senior, he won a state championship in Golden Glove boxing. Here he is in a boxing stance:

He and his brothers were always quick to start a basketball game in the backyard. Their mother used to ask the boys to go get some wood for the stove, and they would challenge each other to a game of Twenty-one to see who did the chore. After a win, the loser would declare it had to be a two out of three win, then a three out of five, until my poor, hardworking grandmother would end up getting the wood herself.

There were six boys in the family, and they all played basketball in high school. The year the youngest was a senior, the high school gave my grandfather a season pass to all the basketball games, telling him that he deserved them after supplying so many players over the years.

Here is my dad with a basketball in the yard of the family home. Not having a concrete driveway, or wood floor, they played on the hard dirt in the yard:

9. Riding to school with Dad. I always rode the bus to school until I was a junior in high school. Then I started riding to school with Dad. We had some good visits in the car on the way. Later, I also rode home with him, too. One thing I enjoyed about riding home from school with Dad was that, while he was finishing up in his school room, I could go down to the gym and watch the boys practice basketball. One day he was ready to go before I returned to his home, so he went to the office and had me paged. "Anne Callister, your dad is ready to go home now." I wasn't really embarrassed, but I did make a bigger effort to be there when he was ready to go.

Here is a picture of my dad during his high school teaching days. I think it is a favorite picutre of many family members.

10. Visiting Nauvoo. In 1994, Wayne, Bryan, and I were making a trip to Nauvoo so that Wayne could deliver a van for the BYU Semester abroad program there. I thought it would be a great experience for my dad to visit the sites there, so I invited him to go with us. He agreed. Wayne and Bryan drove back and met Dad and me at the St. Louis airport. We drove to Nauvoo and had a rich experience visiting the sites there. Dad was excited to find the names of some of his ancestors at different sites and to know where some of them lived during the Nauvoo era, and was especially touched by our visit to Carthage and the jail there. Before our trip, ended, Donovan and his family, who were living in St. Louis at the time, came to join us.

Another highlight of our trip was the opportunity we had to do an endowment session in the temple. Here is Dad standing on the steps of the Nauvoo Temple.

There are a few favorite memories of my Dad. He's almost 92 now, and while his health is deteriorating, we are grateful for every day that he is still with us.

Ten for Tuesday--Favorite Teenage Memories

1. Getting my Driver's License! In Idaho, we could get a driver's license at age 14. Yipee! Our family had a '59 Ford, similar to the one in the picture below (except ours was white, and it was just a Ford Custom, rather than a Galaxie). It had a stick shift on the steering column that I had to learn to use, and I did. Sometimes I would drive the car out on the highway heading towards Arco and see how fast I could get the Ford to go. I will never tell my Dad what I did, or how high I could get the speedometer to reach.

2. My first teenage boyfriend--the one who took me on my first date. I really liked him--for a long time. Now, though, when I take a good look back at our relationship, I sometimes wonder if he was so good to me so he could be close to my friend, LeeAnn, who dated a friend of his. We were often in the same group. I won't tell anyone how old I was when I had my first date, so don't ask.

3. My first concert. When I was in the 8th grade, the Letterman performed in concert in Pocatello. It was a missionary effort, and we were to take someone with us who was either non-member or inactive. I am not sure just how many of that category were actually in attendance, but the group performed to a packed house, and we all loved their concert.

4. Driving around in my best friend's car. Annette's father had a Volkswagen, almost like the one below, and, even though Idaho's law said you were to be 16 to be able to drive at night, her dad often let her take the car before she reached that age. We used to drive past the homes of all the cute boys and see if we could spot them. A couple of times we got caught, but hey, it was all worth it.

5. The day my house caught on fire. My 10th grade debate class had just started when my teacher told me I was wanted in the office. When I got there, the secretary told me my home was burning. My father, a school teacher, had already left, but the principal was willing to drive me home. I expected to see the whole house in flames when I got there, but there was only some smoke (the picture below is NOT my home, just another one that has smoke coming out the windows). The fire was put out with not a lot of burn damage. What had burned was my basement bedroom--the cement walls contained the flames. I lost almost everything I owned.

There was a lot of smoke damage, though, so we all stayed someplace else for a few days. I stayed at first one friend's house and then another. A kind ward member let my parents use their empty rental home.

What made this a good memory was the way our friends and neighbors gathered around us to help. The mothers of some of my friends held a "shower" for me and invited a huge crowd to replace my wardrobe. Members of the ward washed walls and repainted. There were many hours of service given to my family. It was very humbling to feel so loved.

6. All church dance festival. Back in the "old days," the church used to hold a huge dance festival every June in Salt Lake, held in the University of Utah football stadium. When I was 16, some of the members of our stake were able to participate. One of the young men in our ward and I were our ward's dance directors, and we got to teach the others the dances. We did almost everything right, but when the stake dance directors came to see how our ward was doing, we all discovered that we had taught one part of the dance backwards! Oh well, we did it anyway, and I don't think that anyone else was the wiser.

7. BYU homecoming. The fall of my senior year, I traveled to Provo, Utah, along with a couple of other friends, and attended BYU's homecoming. I stayed with one of my cousins, and she arranged for me to have a date to Fieldhouse Frolics and the football game. We got to see BYU's quarterback, Virgil Carter (pictured below) lead BYU to a 28-14 win over Utah State University. At that time, Utah State was a football powerhouse, occasionally being ranked among the top 10 football teams in the country, so it was exciting to see the Y win the game.

For a small town girl, I found the buildings at the Y to be immense and was continually awed by the campus. Little did I know that the school would, in a few years, pay my husband's salary for a l-o-n-g time.

8. Debate tournaments. My senior year I was a member of our high school debate team and spent many week-ends traveling from school to school to participate in debate tournaments. Our school's women's team, of which I was a part, earned the right to travel to Moscow, Idaho, to participate in the state tournament. We didn't take first place, but we had a great trip anyway. Can you find me in the picture?

9. Dad and General Conference. The first few weeks of my freshman year at the Y, I was really homesick, so when one of my cousins invited me to go to Salt Lake to see my dad when he came down for General Conference, I jumped at the chance. We went to Temple Square to see if we could find my dad. Now, anyone who has been on Temple Square during conference weekend knows that the picture below is a weak indication of the number of people who attend conference. So, how was I supposed to find my father? I just knew that he would be showing up for the meeting at the time and place where he was expected to be. Sure enough, we watched and waited, and soon, there he was. I think he was as glad to see me as I was to see him. Because he was supposed to sit in area blocked out for bishops and stake presidents, I didn't get to attend the session with him, but we did make plans to meet after the meeting ended. I not only enjoyed the time spent with him, but it was a great feeling to know that I could depend on my dad to be where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there. My dad has always been that way.

10. Meeting my husband. I was still only 18 when I walked into a sacrament meeting and noticed the smile and dimples of the handsome returned missionary pictured below. It didn't take long for me to know that he was special, and two years later (there are a lot of stories there), we were married. I would definitely say this was my most memorable teenage memory.

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Ten (10) Inventions That Have Made My Life Easier

I fear these pictures are really going to date me. However, I am still grateful for the changes that have been made in my life over the past however many years.

1. Indoor plumbing. When I was born, my home had only the "facilities" shown below:


When I was 2 1/2 years old, my family moved to a home that had a flushing toilet--hurray!

2. Bathtubs. The first house I lived in had no hot water, but the barn did! My mother sometimes took us out to the barn and filled up the milking equipment tubs to give us a warm bath.

When we moved, the home we move into had a shower, but no tub. While the older members of my family used the shower, on Saturday night my mom filled up a round metal tub, and we took turns taking our weekly bath. When I was 10, my family remodeled our home and put a tub/shower combination in the bathroom. Heavenly!

3. Hot Water Heaters. We loved having a bath in warm water--right in the house, and I know Mom appreciated the hot water, too.

4. The first washing machine I remember was a wringer washer that sat in what we called the back porch. Mom used that to wash our clothes, and I am sure she was very careful because some years before my grandmother caught her hand in the wringer. Ouch!

Of course we were all glad (Mom most of all) when we got our first automatic clothes washer. No, it didn't look quite like this one, but it was a good one that lasted for more years than the newer ones do.

5. Modern stoves. I remember my mom cooking on a coal stove. Before it was fired up, someone had to go out to the coal pile and fill up the coal bucket. One night, when Mom and Dad were gone, my older brothers and I made a game to see who could walk around the house without stepping on the floor. When we got to the coal stove, we walked right across the top of it. I was barefoot, but stepped right out anyway. Fortunately, the fire had been out for a while so I just got very warm feet and not any bad burns.

One year the oven door in the old stove was sprung, so my mom could no longer use it for baking. She tried making cookies in an old electric roaster for a while, but then my oldest brother tired of that. He offered his saved money as a down payment on an electric stove, and my parents used it for just that. Our first one looked similar to the stove below. It had two ovens (great), but the four burners were not so close together. My mom used it for years and years.

Today, while I am grateful for my electric range (complete with oven), I am also thankful for our microwave. What would any of us do without them?

6. We didn't have a furnace in our home until I was about six. We had a heater in the living room, sat close to the coal stove in the kitchen, and took hotwater bottles to bed with us to warm the sheets in the winter. After getting the furnace, I sometimes sat by the vent behind the bathroom door when the furnace was running just to feel the warmth.

7. Clothes dryer. My mom didn't have a clothes dryer until after I was married. She dried her clothes on a clothes line. In the winter, sometimes the clothes would freeze while still wet, so she would bring them in and hang them over chairs, tables, and other furniture so they could thaw and then dry. We all got to take turns hanging the clothes out and bringing them in. I do know, though, that few things smell better than sheets that have been dried in the sun while hanging on a clothes line.

Her first clothes dryer was a used one that my aunt gave her when she got a new matching washer and dryer and didn't need her old one any more. Boy, did it make the jeans and towels softer.

8. Hay bale elevator. You had to be there to appreciate this one. When my two older brothers were both on missions and no longer living at home, the three girls had to help in the hay. We built haystacks like this one, sometimes even bigger:

My dad knew it was hard work for girls, so he bought a hay bale elevator that would life the hay bales from the truck up to the different levels of the stack. This way we didn't have to throw them so far.

We also had an elevator on wheels that hooked onto the side of the truck out in the field. If the truck driver was good (and I was), the elevator would just pick those bales up and take them up to the level where hay was being stacked on the truck. Again, this kept us from having to throw the hay bales so far.

9. Dishwasher. My mom didn't have a dishwasher until after she moved from the home where I grew up into her new home on the farm my dad bought in 1971. I know she enjoyed having it. Even though most of the children were gone from home, it was a great help when the grandchildren came. I am grateful that I have one, too.

10. Computers and everything they mean.

It was not fun typing on an old typewriter with two pieces of carbon paper stacked between three sheets of typing paper to try to correctly type a report or term paper that had to be turned in. Today, we applaud the computer, the keyboard, the printer, and all that go hand in hand to make our communication easier. Not only are reports, etc., easier to do, but we have email, facebook, blogs, and other computer programs that are a great part of our everyday lives.

I'm grateful that all I have all the blessings of the "new" inventions listed above. Because of them, my life is much easier than my mom's was. It will be interesting, in future years, to see how some of these have become improved for my own children and what science and research brings to make their lives easier.

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Ten Childhood Memories

It was hard to pick out only ten memories from my childhood, but I chose some that stand out in my mind. I don't have pictures to go with all of them due to the face that many of my own pictures are presently packed away, and some of the pictures that might go with my choices are in someone else's collection. But following are some remembrances of my growing years.

1. Memories of my Dad. Below is a picture of him holding me in his arms. Notice how proud he is of his first daughter. When I was not much older than this, he used to swing me on the lawn holding onto one of my arms and one leg. I called it "Awn Egg," which was short for swinging out on the "lawn" holding onto a "leg." It was not uncommon for me to plead, "Awn egg, Daddy, awn egg." And he usually complied. When we flood irrigated our lawn, he would chase after us and, using the back of his shovel, splash us with water. We all loved it!

2. Swinging out over the hill. You might not be able to tell from this picture, but we lived on a hill, and it dropped off just behind the swings (the lane and a field are down below). We didn't always have the saddle in a swing, that was a fun addition for a while. You really can't see the swing on the left, but it was a swing made out of part of a tire, and my brother, Seth, used to be rocked to sleep when he was a baby and then nap in it. That's me standing in the saddle with the cowboy (girl) hat on my head.

3. Visiting Yellowstone park. In the summer, when Uncle Eldon came up from California to visit, we would meet him in Lava Hot spring for a fun swim, and then two or three times, several families of relatives went to Yellowstone Park for a fun vacation. We especially loved it when the California cousins came because then we all got a break from the farm work to have a little family fun.

4. Indian Hot Springs. I don't have a picture of this place, but it is, or at least was, a swim resort on the other side of American Falls. When I was in the third grade, my oldest brother, Jay, hurt his leg badly in a hay baler. Knowing that water therapy was good for it, the next summer my parents took us swimming on Saturdays to Indian Hot Springs. We swam and then had a picnic lunch. It was a great time for all of us, even though I know now as I look back on it that it was a financial sacrifice for my parents.

5. Fishing. I was only about six years old when my father first let me go out with the men and boys for the opening day of fishing, which occurred, in those days, on June 4th every year.

When I was 10 years old, I asked for a fishing pole for my birthday. My mom tried to talk me into a new dress, but it didn't work. I got my fishing pole, and the next year I received a reel to go with it. Before then I used a long willow with fishing line attached to it.

One special part of going fishing was taking my grandfather. He had a hard time sitting still if there were no fish biting where he was situated. When it was time to go home we would have to drive up and down the road on the side of the stream hollering, "Grandpa, Dad," over and over until he could finally hear us and come. Below is a picture of him when he was older and couldn't move as well. He is just sitting on the side of the creek with his fishing pole. I'm not sure anyone in the family loved fishing more than my grandpa.

6. 24th of July celebrations. Our ward always celebrated the 24th of July with a parade, booths, food, ball games, and programs. One year my best friend, Annette, and I decorated our family's red wagon to look like a covered wagon. My younger sister, Grace, rode in it as we pulled it around the block. We won a prize for our parade entry.

7. Swimming in the summertime. When we were very young, we were allowed to go down to the "pond" where the water was held for pumping it up the hill to irrigate the fields above and play in the water. We later went swimming in the canal that ran through the farm. The biggest fun, though, was when we were old enough to ride an innertube on the big canal about three miles north of our home. Today my children look at those rapids and laugh. "Do you call those rapids, Mom?" When we hold family reunions, though, the out-of-state cousins come and love to take a turn in the cold water. This picture was taken just last summer at the time of our last big family reunion.

8. Visiting the Eastern Idaho State Fair. The fair was held in Blackfoot every September, and district schools were let out of the first day. On "Kids Day," we all got in free and then got to spend out hard earned money riding the rides on the midway or visiting the exhibits.

9. Our skating rink. I really feel badly that I don't have any pictures of this. In January, when the winter was the coldest, out dear mom would take a hose out to our front lawn and lay down a layer of water. After it froze, she would put down another, and another, until we had a smooth covering of ice on the area. We even put a floodlight out on the corner of the house, and then, after school and in the evening, we could go ice skating. Not only did our family enjoy it, but many of the neighborhood kids as well. After the evening's skating, Mom would again hose down the ice so it would be smooth again for the next day. It was only cold enough for the ice to stay there for about two weeks, but we enjoyed it when we could.

10. My trip to Boise. The summer I turned 12, I went to Boise for two weeks to stay with my cousin, Nona, and her family. My 12th birthday was celebrated while I was there. It was a fun time. We went swimming, to the movies, played badmitton in the backyard, hiked downtown to the parks there, and managed to sneak the ice cream from the freezer out through a window to the screened-in back porch where Nona and I slept several times. When it was time to go home, I was driven to the train station in an Edsel (see how long ago it was), and then I took my first train ride to get home. Even though I loved my time in Boise, I was sure glad to see my mother when I got off the train in Pocatell0.

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Ten Things I Learned from My Mother:

Here's my mom: Margaret Smith Callister. She was a wonderful person and I miss her.

1. Honor your father. . .

. . . and respect your husband.

2. Live your religion. This means going to church, paying your tithing, living virtuously, marrying in the temple, etc., etc., etc.

3. Don't fight with your brothers and sisters. Friends may come and go, but families are forever.

4. Sprinkled clothes don't get moldy if you put them in the freezer. Not everyone will understand this, but back in the "olden days," before spray irons and permapress material, we sprinkled out clothes to dampen them so they would iron out better. At our house we used a small appliance, like the one pictures below, placed into the mouth of a root beer bottle (no Coca-Cola at our house) filled with water. Then we just shook the water, or sprinkled it, on the clothes we were going to iron. To make sure the dampness went through all of the material, we rolled the clothing item up and let it sit for a while. Should one dampen their clothes, put them in a laundry basket to sit for a while, and then have something come up, the clothes could (especially in warm weather) develop small mold spots. So, if you couldn't get around to ironing right away, you could put your clothes in the freezer and they would stay in fine condition until you could get to your iron.

5. Music is a good thing. We all learned to play the piano on one similar to the picture below. Our mother's goal was to have us all play well enough to play the hymns. She also taught us to sing, even though we weren't all great singers. She sang a lot, and those old songs mean a lot to me even today.

6. Kneading bread is an art--and she taught it well. We had homemade bread almost all the time. When my dad was the bishop, he had her take a loaf (with the crusts cut off) to use for the sacrament every week. (Jan, take note of this.)

7. Don't pull a face--it might freeze that way, and then how would you look?

8. Wear clean underwear every day! You might get in an accident, and your mom would be very embarrassed if you needed treatment and your underwear was dirty or in bad repair.

(I made this picture smaller so as to not offend the sensitive reader.) 9. Be on time! Oh, and if you set your clock ahead so it is five minutes fast, you will seldom be late.

10. Sorry, I don't have a picture for this. We were always told, when we went out the door, to "BE GOOD, AND HAVE FUN!" An oxymoron--no, just good sense.