Pinching cheeks...

I often find it interesting to just listen to the younger generation, about how women's makeup should be applied today. Take the art of Blush for example. I remember my mother talking with her sisters about when they were young, how it was the custom to pinch their cheeks to make them turn pink. (You can still see this in some of the old movies.) Pink cheeks made one look healthy, and happy. I guess someone figured out that the use of lipstick worked great, and was easier on the tender skin than pinching. So a dab or two of lipstick, then smearing it into the skin worked very well. It worked so well, that the next thing you saw was called "Rouge". Lipstick poured into a little dish, compact, or pot. (still wet and waxy) Applied by dipping your finger into the Rouge, and applying it to the cheek. Next came "Blush", A powdered form of Rouge. A great idea, but I had to get use to the name, It was first applied with a makeup powder puff, and now with a makeup brush. Very easy to apply, and beautiful to look at.

Where to put Blush has been interesting as well. Of course as years turn, each group has to do something different in application, and it has to be the "Now Thing". Sometimes I think women get confused.
I have seen Blush applied to the upper part of the cheek, under the eye, and maybe a little to the side of the eye. Causing one to focus on the warmth of the eyes.
Next has been Blush applied to sides of cheeks, and middle of face, forehead, end of nose and chin. I don't know why, it was told me to keep a healthy look...hum..
The one I can't figure out is the Blush streak almost from corner of mouth, straight line passed the corner of the eye. Still little popular, but to me it doesn't bring out the best looks in a woman, it just causes people to stare, and not see who is wearing it.
There is also those who wear Blush on the bottom of the cheek. It looks OK, but sometimes gives a wearing of sunglass suntan look.

Blush is a wonderful thing. As the years past, I am finding the color is fading from my face, and a few more, what they call happy lines?? running across my forehead, and elts where. Its nice to be able to add a little color, and to feel better about myself.

A Mouse in the house...

My mother's oldest sister, Mamie (Mary) Swapp and her husband Joe Swapp, who at one time was the mayor of Provo, owned two homes, one was in Vivian Park, in Provo Canyon. This was a place where the whole family loved to be. Up the canyon, where you were in the Mountains. And the smell of the pine trees, and feeling of the cool breeze in the evening. It was very dark at night for there was no street lights there. They had a little creek that ran down the mountain side, just behind their back fence. This was a very comfortable home, it had two bedrooms, but it also had a bed on the large front screened porch, and one in the inclosed back porch. The home was mostly heated by a fireplace in the front room. which they burned cole and wood. In the Kitchen was a cole stove for cooking and heating of the home. This cole stove was an interesting experience to try to cook on. Uncle Joe loved to make sourdoe pancakes, he would tell us stories of making the pancakes while sheep herding early in his life. He would fry pancakes for you, until you could hold no more.

This place holds many bright memories.
The neighbor who lived next door had a gentle heart, and had compassion for animals. He had a love for humming birds. All around his yard was placed small bottles on sticks, filled with sugar water. (about 60 or more). There seemed to be hundreds of humming birds in his yard. They would follow him, sit on his hat, or shoulder, and sit on his hose as he was watering the flowers in his yard by hand. He even had a sparrow for a pet. Hurt and abandon, and unable to fly, this baby bird was raised and cared for by this man and his wife. Years later when a mother deer was killed, this man took care of her fawn until he could be on his own. As a youth I learned the sweetness of kindness.

Someone in the Hartley family had created a marble and dice game called Wahoo.
(I have seen similar games by other family's, since). It was not unusual for mom's family to meet once a week and play Wahoo. Each family had their own game board.
I remember one time when some of the family, was playing at Aunt Mamie's home in Vivian Park. As the game was being played, it was interrupted by a mouse that had run into the house. Folks armed with brooms, or sticks, or anything they could get their hands on, were chasing this poor mouse all around the room. To me these "older folks" were laughing so hard they couldn't stand on their feet, and the mouse was frantically trying to find a way out, or a place to hide. After a good half hour the mouse ran for his life out the door. I don't think anyone had the strength to swing at him, for their sides were hurting too much from laughing. I don't think there were any intention of hurting the mouse, they were just enjoying each other. That was what mom's family did. After a few breathers, the Wahoo game continued.

This was the same home that Lynn and I were to stay at, on our wedding night. After our reception, the church had to be cleaned because of another wedding planed for the next day. In the early hours of the morning, around 2:00 am, while still dressed in my wedding dress, and Lynn in his suit. We arrived at the home. getting everything out of the car that we would need, Lynn put the key into the doorknob, and it broke off.
Checking all around, there was no other way into the house. Putting everything back into the car, driving back to Orem, and feeling hungry, we stopped at a sandwich shop. Lynn went in, I was still in my wedding dress and stayed in the car. Then we drove to the little home in Lehi that we had rented. We were announced to the neighbors of our arrival, by the rocks in the hubcaps.. We had to use camping lanterns, because the electricity, and gas were not turned on yet.
Latter we found out that the home in Vivian Park had flooded that night, by a broken water pipe.

Vivian Park had a large pond. In the summer you could go boating and fishing. In the winter we would go Ice skating on it.

Journal writing...

I started writing in a Journal in 1977, a year or so after my 4th child, Jennifer, was born. Even though I have written some of the precious and cute things children do of that age, I am sorry that I don't have recorded things that were important to me before that time. After my Mom died, and I had gone home to visit. I found a box of letters I had written to my Mom and Dad. (We were living in Arizona, and my parents were in Utah.) Mom had kept them all. In them I wrote all about what was happening in my life, because I wanted them to be part of my life, and I missed them so much.. I even found pictures that my son Gene had drawn, before he had died, of injuries from a car accident. He was almost 4 years old.
The letters are in my ceder chest, hopefully sometime I can get to them. If I don't, then maybe one of my girls will. At least they know where they are now.

Trains, Trains, and more Trains...

As far back as I can remember, my Dad worked for Union Pacific Railroad, in Provo Utah. Mom and I would drive Dad to work in the mornings. Down to the railroad yard, across two sets of huge groups of tracks, with trains moving on them all the time. (Today there is a viadok,or bridge, over the main tracks.)
I remember how huge, and fast the trains were, and how careful we had to watch out for them. My favorite were the steam engines. especially one called #4. He was a small engine and well liked by everybody. They kept him mostly in the yard for help. You could always hear his bell ringing, and I always looked for him. At this time the Diesel trains were becoming very popular, and slowly the steam trains were being cut up and scraped. It was a very sad day when #4 life was ended to.
My brother Ivan also worked for a short time at the railroad. He worked the turntable. I had the privilege of being with him in the cab of a steam engine, as he move the huge train on to the turntable, and the turntable turned the train to the line in which it was to go. I also got to see the roundhouse, and saw some on the trains being disassembled there.
Because Dad worked for the railroad he got to ride the trains free. Mom and I were half price. I remember Mom, Dad and I, riding passenger trains to California. Dad and I would go up to the dome cars (train cars that had upstairs, with seats, covered with a glass dome.) So you could see everywhere. We would sit up there and Dad would teach me the light signs that the engineers would read. No Computers back then. I could tell what was happening on the track, and why our train was doing different things. Trains are big, heavy, fast, and takes a long time to stop. They were put in areas where alot of people were not, because of accidents, involving careless folks. When you ride, You get to see beautiful scenery, that is mostly away from roads, and sometimes you saw into peoples backyards and how they were kept. We even skirted a forstfire as it was burning the mountain that the train track was on,and the ground still smoking where the track was, and raced along the ocean side at high speeds, in California. It was fun to walk through the train and see the different types of cars. Sleepers, Dinner, Passengers, and Dome. I also love observing those who worked on the trains. And the conductor, who seemed to be always present.
My brothers had alot of Lionel Trains sets, I wanted one so bad... but they were "boy toys" I never got a train set, until I was older, married. I did find a small Lionel engine in Mom, and Dads house that had belonged to one of my brothers. I kept it, they no longer cared about them. I wish I had more.
Last year Pauli took me to a model train convention, with displays, I bought my first "N" gage train set there. I just love it. I had the tiny train running around the bottom of my Christmas tree in December. I now have the one Lionel train, "G" scale, that was my brothers, I bought cars to go with it. I have 2, "HO" scale, trains, one diesel, and one steam. and one "N" scale, which is a steam model.

Sometime before I was born, Dad worked for Daleabout Bakery in Provo, where he learned the art of fine, good things to eat, and we, and the neighborhood, were blessed by his baking, most all of his life. It was not unusual for him to bake the pies for the whole neighborhood at holiday times. My Aunt Bernice Hartley was a wonderful baker, when I once asked her to teach me something she had made, she told me that everything she had learned, was from my Dad.

Dad had worked at a radio station in SLC. He had showen me the building, but I was to young to remember it. During the depression, Dad worked his horses helping folks dig the dirt out from under their houses so they could have basements. I know he did alot of other things to but these stick out in my mind.

When Dad was laid off from the railroad, he was close to retairment age and had Parkinson, his left hand, and arm shook. No one would hire him for work. So my mother had to find work for us to live. I believe I was in the seventh, or eighth grade when Mom went to work. Mom worked as a nurse for the Utah State Hospital, in Provo, until at the time she passed away from cancer in 1968.

Journal Excert: Jodie's Birth...

Taken from my small red Journal, Page 270....Dec. 15, 1983

In Sacrament meeting it was mentioned that we should write down for our children what happened during the time of their birth. So Jodie this is for you....


Jodie Margaret was born on Dec. 2, 1983 at 4:24 am, on a Friday morning.

Early Friday morning about 12:30 am, I told Michelle (17) not to go to bed, because I though I would be going to the Hospital, and I wanted her to be aware so she could take care of the kids and house.

The labor pain was 5 minuets apart. I put my coat on, got my suit case and purse. I woke Lynn who was asleep on our bed, and asked him kidding if he was going to take me to the hospital, or was going to drive myself. By the time Lynn got himself together and we were ready to leave, the contractions were about 2 minuets apart.

When we arrived at Phoenix Baptist Hospital, I was surprised the people made me walk back to the labor rooms, which wasn't the easiest to do. After I was settled Dr. Farrar came shortly and gave me a paracivical block, and a baby's fetal heart beat monitor was strapped on my stomic, to keep track of the baby's heart beat. I had such a bad cough that every time I would cough, I would wipe out the monitor screen.

Margaret Ortez, one of my nurses attached a fetal heart monitor to the top of Jodie's head. The monitor has a small screw, that screws into the skin of the baby's head. At this point I had dilated to a 6 and the bag of waters had already broke.

This was the first time I had a baby heart monitor used on any of my 6 children. What a blessing it was. Every time I would have a contraction the baby's heart beat would drop. I remember the heart beat being around 138 and dropping to the fifties. Margaret would turn me from side to side trying to relieve the pressure off the baby.

I remember looking at the clock, it was about 1:05 am, and thinking the baby would be born about 1:30 am the way every thing was going. Shortly Dr. Farrar came in and said the baby's heart was dropping low and felt we might have to take the baby Cesarean. I responded to him knowing the baby was in trouble, "lets go", he said it would take a while to get every body here. I wasn't sure who all he meant...It seems now that there was a lot of people there.

I am not sure what happened from 2 am to 4 am. I remember them getting me ready to go to surgery...trying to get the bed moving, and having to disconnect the wire from the monitor. I thought to myself that it made sense to disconnect from the one monitor and replug into another monitor in surgery, rather than dragging the whole unit with us.

I must of been drugged at this point for I do not remember any pain or contractions. I had no desire to even open my eyes to see what was happening. However I was very much alert spiritually or mentally, and could hear all that was going on around me.

I remember being wheeled to surgery, we stopped someplace just inside the doors. My senses made me think of a extremely small room, or hallway space to the left side of the surgery room. I was there about 5 minutes. There was no baby monitor there, and the nurse insisted the fetal heart monitor be plugged in. "the Dr. wants it constantly monitored!"

They wheeled me into surgery, and plugged the monitor in. I don't remember them moving me on to the surgery table, but I am sure they did. I do remember being strapped down, my arms straight out on both sides, and they also strapped my legs down. I couldn't move, nor did I wish to. I already had an IV in my hand through which all medications were administered.

The Anethesealogist had a real neet accent in his voice. I don't know what he looks like for my eyes were closed. He kept talking to me letting me know what he was going to do. His voice kept my attention. It was nice to be spoken to and comforting. A oxygen mask was placed over my nose and mouth. I felt that not enough oxygen was coming through the mask. Having Asama I panic when I feel I can't breath. I called out many times, that I can't breath!. Shortly the Anethesealogist said he had opened one of the ports or vents so I could get more air. It helped but it could have been better.

I must have slept. I could hear voices on my left side, nurses I think, concerning the baby's heart beat. I heard Dr. Farrar voice, he was waiting for the baby Dr. (Dr. Conley) who had not arrived yet, every one elts was there. At this point I don't remember the mask being on my face. Just a slight feeling I might have a tube in my throat. ( I asked the nurse later about it and she said that I did have a tube.)

Dr. Farrar and the nurses was talking about how low the baby's heart beat had dropped, down in the 30's. Dr Farrar said he couldn't wait any longer. Someone said "he's here!" meaning Dr. Conley. "He just walked threw the door." The Anesthesealogist was given the information he was to put me completely under, which they hadn't planned to do. He asked Dr. Farrar "Now? Dr. Farrar!" to which he received a yes.

Dr. Farrar made the incision. I felt the pressure and a little pain. It hurt when he removed the baby, but only briefly. Nurse Margaret was trying to remove the fetal heart monitor at the same time Dr. Farrar started. Dr. Farrar said its a girl. I remember thinking I didn't hear the baby cry. I didn't worry anymore about the baby for I knew Dr. Farrar would take good care of her.

I felt I could go to sleep and not worry. I had the strangest feeling. I was completely awake but couldn't move a mussel, nor did I wish to. I don't remember how long I was awake.

The next I remember was being in recovery with a nurse telling me that I would be put in the hall on the ward until a bed was available, which would be soon. I was placed in the hall across from a door way. Every time someone walked threw the door a cooling breeze came across me, which felt good. I later learned it was the doorway to the children's ward. I was placed in room 305, bed A. The hospital helicopter pad was just outside my window. I could hear it come and go all hours of day and night.

I wanted to know what had happened during surgery, I asked if Lynn was around, to which the nurses couldn't find him. I thought maybe he had gone home to check on the kids. The nurses found him at home and told him I would like to see him.

After 8 hours they brought Jodie to me. The first time I got to see her. My what a beautiful baby she was. Such big beautiful eyes, looking all around just as if she was in a hurry to take all of this world in at once. She is a very contented little girl. Jodie looks so much like her older sister Pauli. Jodie was born with a birthmark. A large red mark under her chin on the right side. It can be seen in the pictures of Jodie when she is 8hr. old. (the Picture of Jodie and I in the Hospt. that Lynn took.) Jodie at this time of writing is almost 2 months old her birthmark is very light pink and hardly can be seen. I believe it will probably go away. Jodie has long thin fingers, As my Dad would say, she would make a good piano player. She is so sweet.

Latter as I visited with nurse Margaret, I learned that she worked with Jodie for two hours to get her to breath on her own. Jodie was so active, that she had wraped the cord all around herself, and never would have been born naturaly alive, because the cord then was too short to supply oxygen for her. This nurse Margaret, gave us permission to give her name to Jodie. She also sent a little stuffed brown and white dog, for Jodie's 1st birthday. Latter when Jodie would take swimming lessons, I would have to tell her teacher to watch Jodie, for she would have to tell her to breath after getting her face wet, to get her to do it. Jodie would hold her breath and not breath.

At our Dr. Appointment I was told by the office staff, that Dr. Farrar was real shook up when he had returned to the office after Jodie's birth. He was so afraid we were going to lose her.
And I had lost so much blood that I was not permitted to stand to hold Jodie. He kept us in the Hospt. for 5 full days because I had no help at home.

To think about it now, we must have been a scary problem for Dr. Farrar. Nancy who worked with him a lot told me that Dr. Farrar was one of the few doctors who would not ignore a baby after it was born, he would make sure it was aright before he would leave. He was also diabetic, and it was not unusual for him to ask for a candy bar during a delivery.

How was it made?...

I recently had a unique experience of flying on Southwest airline from Los Vegas Nevada to Salt Lake City Utah. I know allot of people fly all the time and it doesn't bother them. I thought I would be extremely nervous as its been many years since I have flown in a plane. And its along ways to fall down. However I chose a seat next to a window, and was surprised to see the front end of the jet motor just outside, and the wing in the seat in back of me. Saying goodbye to my family was fast, enough that it left my head swirling. Family's are no longer permitted to walk you to the gate, because of security.
A young lady sat in my row with a seat in between us. I asked her if she was ok, as she looked nervous or sick. she said she was fine and ask me if I would like to look at a magazine, Martha Stuart, or some smut! I thanked her, but I was more interested in watching out the window.

It was time to leave Los Vegas, and the pilot started to pressurise the plane. That made me feel real funny, almost a panic type feeling. As we raced down the runway, I thought about how these motors outside my window, had so much power that they could push a plane through the air, and fast enough for it to stay up.

I watched outside my window, and just couldn't get enough of the beauty I saw. We flew over Los Vegas, and headed for the desert areas. The clouds were stunning, all different levels and types, mixed with storm clouds to. I could see the lakes and how they spread out and how the rivers emptied into them. This was a holiday weekend, so all over the lake was a huge bunch of white dots with tails. All around this large lake was dry land. You could see patterns of how the land would wash away with rain. You could also see the rainbow color streaks of earth. I was amazed with the river that seemed to flow forever, and we seem to be following it. Everything seemed to be dry except where this river was. My guess that their was about a mile on each side of this river that was green. It would wind its way through the land like a snake, and in little pockets next to the river would be a small community. And close by would be 2 or 3 houses and beautiful farm lands laid out. then quite a ways down would be another small community, all snuggled in the bends of the river. Another thing of interest was this river also had allot of white dots with tails on it.

Flat land closer to Los Veges, had farm lands of green circles. I didn't count them, but I bet there might be close to 50 or so of them. Circles, half circles and a few squares.
I didn't hear the airline Stuart ask me what I would like to drink, because I was watching the rainbows in the clouds, and the shadow of the plane as we passed thick white clouds.
I thought to my self how the pilots have this privilege everyday, of seeing this beautiful world from this point of view. To be so high 30 thousand feet, and to look down and see things that one would not see unless they were here. As I watched the scenery below us, even the popcorn clouds, I wondered how all this was made? and what did Our Lord see, as all this was created.
I was also fascinated to see how people chose where they wanted to live.

The Pilot announced we would be making our decent, and we were about 91 miles from Salt Lake City. I had the feeling that we might see Tooele, and Grantsville and I wondered if I could see my house. I could see a letter on the mountain range a ways away. And a interesting pond looking water spot. I thought this can't be Tooele, for there is no mountain range seen in what would have been Grantsville, and the Great Salt Lake, is much larger, and doesn't come that far on the backside of Grantsville. As I looked harder to make out the letter on the mountain below, I discovered it to be a "Y". We were flying over Provo. The "Y" is for BYU. Provo is where I was born, the area I grew up in and knew very well.

I had never seen Provo, and Orem from this point of view......Utah lake, and all the area around it. I was surprised to see that the land between the mountain range and the lake was flat.
I could see Provo, Springville and even far south. We passed Orem, PG, Lehi, American Fork.
We flew on the west side of Utah Lake, I looked down and was amazed to see it almost filled with homes, where they did not exist anywhere before. There were 3 areas now being prepared for new homes to be built.

We followed the Jordon river flying north. I saw the Jordon River Temple right under me.
I looked over the valley of homes, every where. Homes on top of the point of the mountain, and on its side. Homes crammed into crevasses of mountains surrounding SLC. Homes as far as you could see.

I thought of all the people who lived in these homes, in a huge city. And I thought of the small communities, and farmers who chose not to live in a large city, but along the river. How each one is a child of Our Father in Heaven. And He knows where each one is, and knows that child, Hears his prayers and grants his blessings.

This was only a small part of this beautiful world, with many cities, and many rivers, and many children. He knows us all personally...He is our Father...He knows us by name, and He Loves us.
9-4-07

Journal Excert: Paulette's Birth...

Taken from my small red Journal, page 61....Feb 11, 1980



In Sacrement meeting today it was mentioned we should write down for our children what happened during the time of their birth. So here for you Pauli, is a Journal entry I had written. I believe Dad also wrote in his journal....


Yesterday, Sunday my body seemed to be heavier than ever. My legs and feet were so swollen, my bad foot was at least 3 times its normal size, because the baby was so low.


I rested normally through the night, til about 3:00 am when I woke to a very strong contraction. I went back to sleep and about one hr. latter I had another strong contraction. I semi-slept as they continued to increase in intervals. About 5 am, I was pretty sure I was in labor, however I did not want to go to the hospital (Baptist) until I had received a priesthood blessing. I worried because of my age and wanted everything to go well. I have always asked for a Priesthood blessing with each of my children, and know that all has gone well because of it.

In Jennifer's case the cord was wrapped around her neck and Dr. Eldon Hamblin was quickly to relieve the problem and Jennifer's life was spared. Gene also had to be turned.

I noticed my contractions slowed down to about 30 minuets apart. I woke Lynn about 6:00 am, and asked who he knew could come and give me a blessing this morning, as I was sure I would be in the Hospital before noon. He called Bro. LeRoy Black, our former home teacher, whom we love dearly. He said he could be at our house about 7:45 am, which was good because the kids, Michelle (13) and David (11) left for school just after 8:00 am.

I called Nancy Woods, my friend, and informed her I wasn't going to wait til she got back to work on Thursday night, as she worked on the OB floor at the Baptist Hospital.

I tried calling Teina Richens, and found her not at home. I called Polly Hrenchir, who also works on the OB floor and asked her if she would watch Jennifer (3 1/2) until she could get hold of Teina who was to watch Jennifer. Polly informed me that she was working tonight. ( we had made plans if I came in when Polly was working, she would slip out, go across the street and get both of us chocolate fudge sundays with cashews on top, at Mary Coles.)

Bro. Black came between 7:45 and 8:00. My contractions then moved rapidly to 3 to 5 minet apart. David prayed that mother would get feeling better. I thought that was sweet of him. We sent the kids off to school as soon after 8:00 as possible, finally getting Michelle out of the house, I didn''t think she was going.

About 8:10 I managed to sit on the arm of a frontroom chair and called to Lynn that I was afraid we were too late! as the contractions were continuous now.

We took Jennifer to Sis Hrenchirs and headed for the Hospt.

Very slowly I made my way from the car almost to the emergency room door, when I was greeted by one of the helicopter flight doctors with a wheel chair. He said "You look like your going to have a baby!" I very much agreed with him. He wheeled me right down to the Labor room. When I was concerned about Lynn finding his way, the Dr. informed me his partner would bring Lynn down. I thought that was sure nice of them to do that.

Dr. Marcise Frarrar was called as soon as I was checked. As I heard his voice I said I guess we are both wrong. meaning the date the baby was to come. All through the nine months we have kind of had a difference in opinion, as to when the baby was due. The first date Dr. Frarrar gave me was the 15th of February, which sounded about right to me. Then he thought the baby was bigger that 3 months along. He then said it would be between 15 Jan to 1st of Feb. Knowing how I carry my children I said no it will be in Feb. When I wasn't ready in Jan, Dr Frarrar changed it to the first part of Feb.. about 2 weeks before due date, he changed it again to Feb 18th. I still held out for Feb 15th. When he asked me why I said Feb 15th? I said because it was the first date he had given me. He then said that date was just a guess. So when the baby came 4 days early, I was surprised because I have seen all the due dates on my kids, except this one. So we were both wrong. It was kind of fun to poke at each other, and others too about the due date, namely Nancy, and if the baby was a girl or boy.

Nancy had said Dr. Frarrar had put on my Hospital chart, I would be coming in Jan. I told her she better indicate " mother said Feb!" Dr. Frarrar also puts what he thinks the baby will be on the chart. Nancy said he had been right 11 out of 12 times so far. I felt good about that because he had indicated all along, except for 1 time that the baby was a girl.

I remember going to Primary insurvice one month, and the ladies asked what has the Dr. said? my response was a disappointed "Its a boy!" which brought a round of lafter. But the next week Dr. Frarrar was back on my side again, as I really wanted a little girl.

I was having a hard time, and still trying to relax so labor would go faster. The only thing I have had with the rest of my kids was a hypo towards the last. The "In fad" today is to do everything naturally. Birth, breast feeding, and sometimes no doctor.

Dr Frarrar asked me "Your not going to do this naturally are you?" I said No Way! I was experienced after 4 others to know what I was in for, and not foolish enough to turn down help. He gave me a ceverial block, which takes allot of the pain out of the contractions and does no harm to the baby. Its like being numbed in the mouth when you see a dentist, but has no other effects, such as sleepiness or spreading out of the area.

While I was in the labor room which seemed to be about 15 minets, Lynn and Dr Frarrar talked about caring for BEES!!

I was taken to the delivery room, when I heard a familiar voice from the doorway, it was Nancy. She just couldn't stay away. She stayed in the Hospital until after the baby was born.

For me delivery was rough. I think allot of it is due to my age.

In the delivery room they keep us for about 30 to 45 minets after birth, to make sure mother and child are doing fine. I didn't get to see my baby born as I had my eyes closed and concentrating on pushing. I didn't get to see Jennifer be born as there was no mirror in the delivery room.

After Pauli was born and she was in a warming bed, with a special light, because she was johndes.
meaning her liver needed a little extra help. Lynn spent about the next 30 min. playing with her right in the delivery room. I saw in his eyes a look which I had not seen for a very long time. One of humbleness, love for our newborn baby. a sweet, sweet look and feeling which lasted most of the day.
Nancy came in and congratulated me on our sweet little girl. I even got to hold her in the delivery room.

My roommate, Joni Simpson, took 3 pictures of Pauli with a Polaroid camera, when she was about 3 1/2 hrs. old. Lynn took these home to announce to the kids, they had a new baby sister.

Polly Hrencher worked down in the delivery all night, so I didn't see her until just before she was ready to leave for home.

Just before Pauli was born Dr. Frarrar asked me how much my other children weighed at birth. I told him 8 to 9 pounds. he said "looks like you've got another one!" Pauli was 8 lb and 9 oz, 21 inches long. Born at 10:19 am. She was beautiful. Born with dark hair and her skin was dry. The only one I had with dry skin. her little hands look so dainty, they were so thin with long fingers. I though it was just fitting for a special little girl. Pauli has what they call a little rosebud mouth, perfect and sweet. She had her eyes open allot in the delivery room, and she was born with a good pair of lungs.

One of the nurses wrapped Pauli in a warm blanket and gave her to me while I was still on the gernie, a movable table. Pauli was so soft and sweet I could hardly believe my Father in Heaven could have given me such a great blessing.

Lynn stayed at the Hospital most of the day. I called a few friends from our ward to let them know. Linds Woods, Gayle Whetton, Polly Hrencher,Teina Richens, Mary Mattox, and Muriel Wright.
We also called Kathy Walker and left word with her for Lynns family. We also called Lynns grandfather, Murvel Walker.

Latter in the afternoon we called my Dad, at the rest home. He seemed a little depressed, but by the time we delivered the news, I believe it brightened up his day.




February 12, 1980

Lynn brought Michelle, David and Jennifer to the Hospital to see the baby. Baptist Hospt has a set time for the kids to come and hold their new baby. I believe its from 1 to 2 pm.
I had Pauli with me. As the kids came in they put on Hospt. gowns, and Lynn did too.
They were all so proud to hold their baby sister, Lynn took some pictures.
The nurse paid us a complement saying she didn't even know my family had come, because they were so mannerly, and quiet.

We took Pauli home on Valentines day.