I know I haven't been posting again but today I was riding with LaMont in Virginia and we passed a church, it had a white steeple, and I had a flashback as a child watching dad's slides in the living room in the house on Smelter Street. Dad had a slide of a church he worked on and there were slides of them putting up the steeple. That was when I learned what a steeple was and that they were on churches. I remembered being so facinated and begging dad to let me go with him to see him put up another one. He did actually take me with him one day, I am thinking in Sandy but I don't remember for sure, but that was when my love for hanging out at job sites began. To this day I love to watch construction. When my children were small I would always take them to LaMont's various job sites, we would have lunch and visit for a while. Fun times for us.

Isn't it funny how something triggers a memory? And that triggers more and more memories. That was one of those memories that made me feel warm and fuzzy. I could picture everything so vividly and I started to remember other things as well. Dad always let me hang out at his jobs, mainly I remember Moroni. Lots of summers we would travel to Moroni. We stayed in a house that belonged to Edna Larson. No in door plumbing and mom cooked on an old coal stove. She cooked too, made home made bread even. Isn't it amazing they could control the temperature for beautiful baked goods.

I loved to go to Moroni I met a girl Susan Christensen, she was so cute and fun. Shes took me on my first "pea" raid. We could play outside til way late, in fact that was when the fun began. We played games, hide and seek, no bears are out tonight, red rover red rover send ??? right over, mother may I and kick the can. We always played one potato, two potato three potato four, or eeney meeney minee moe catch a tiger by the toe, to see who was first. I shouldn't tell you but actually when i was little, we said eeney meeney minee moe catch a niger by the toe. Can you imagine if that was said today? Sometimes even the bigger sisters would play, Anna and Kathryn, never Marian or Arlene.

When we traveled to Moroni it took about 2 1/2 hours back then all the way down State Street, no freeway. Dad would always ask who knew all the towns we traveled through, he would say "I'll give a nickel to the first one to name the next town we are going to go through," the only one I usually got was Salem, I don,t remember which town it follows now but I did. If you sat by dad he always played, tickle tickle on the knee if you laugh you don't love me. I tried so hard not to laugh. His other thing he did was to tell us we were lost, then he would say we will just have to go where the car took us.

Those were fun carefree days I cherish.

Thanks for reading.