It happened this way. The missionaries came over for dinner last evening. I put a chicken in the oven and it was perfection. After dinner Bill left with the missionaries to visit some ward members. I cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. "We'll have chicken soup tomorrow and I won't have to spend time with dinner." I put the boney remains of our feast in the large, shinny, copper bottomed cooking pot, filled it with water, set it on the stove, and turned the burner on. I patted myself on the back for a job well done and retired to the computer to do a little farming.
About an hour later I left the computer and entered a smoke-filled familyroom. "What's going on," I thought. The kitchen was like "a foggy day in London Town".
I turned the burner off and grabbed the oven mittens. My "soup" was taken out the back door and set in the driveway. I wondered what signals the smoke would send. Running back in the house I opened every window, turned off the heat, turned on the fans and wondered why the smoke detectors hadn't sounded. Bill just replaced the batteries about a week ago.
It took about an hour for the smoke to clear. I had to go outside a couple of times because I was caughing so bad. Bill finally came home and said, "It looks like you're cooking like Bill." We laughed.
Today I'm scrubbing the pot. I'll be scrubbing the pot for at least a week. Needless to say, "We're not having chicken soup for dinner."
What a wonderful time everyone had with family. Bill still can't believe how everyone got along so well.
Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
Cosomel Mexico Bill is the one on the right
Duane and Kaye
Party to introduce Bill to the Ward
Dearest Bill Taken at Brookside Gardens. This picture was enclosed with our wedding invitation
On My Own Beverly Lorz and I showed our kids that we knew how to tap dance
Together Forever Dennis loved his work and received many awards. This was taken at one award ceremony.
Happy the Bride
Engagement -- Hummmmm A return missionary with clevage.
La Rochelle France On the Ferry that crossed the channel to Il de Re One Saturday each month the Branch would host a picnic on the Island. The missionaries invited investigators. At the end of the picnic we held a group cottage meeting.
Roubaix France My first city. My companion was Linda Hall, Dennis' cousin. Dennis is the last on the right.
I'll go where you want me to go. I'll do what you want me to do. I'll be what you want me to be.
High School Dance My first and only dance. It was girls choice. I had a horrible time.
Duane and I took dancing lessons from Johnny Patchin. He danced on broadway during his younger life and retired to SLC. We danced at reviews all over the SL valley. This routine was "Steppin' Out With My Baby."
Brother and Sister Mom made Duane's shirt from her wedding dress and my dress from an old formal.
Mom made this dress also. At each peak around the neckline she embrodered pink rosettes.
Taken at our first house on Quale Avenue. My friend was the neighbors dog.
Mom made this little outfit from her wedding dress. She also crocheted little white slippers.