Wanda Crandall Broadbent History

THE HISTORY OF

WANDA ROSE CRANDALL BROADBENT     1914 - - - -

            I Wanda Rose Crandall Broadbent, the third child of Andrew Leslie Crandall and Ruby Marchant, was born on the thirteenth of March, 1914, in Peoa, Summit County, Utah.  My parents owned a four room frame home in Peoa, located “up the Hollow”, on the main road as you leave Peoa on the way to Oakley.  The road at that time made a sharp right angle turn at the corner where our home stood.  Our closest neighbors were the Wallace Walker family and Uncle Bill and Aunt Molly Wright.  They were not our relatives but were good neighbors and kind to us, so we were taught to call them aunt and uncle.  Uncle Bill had a barber shop in conjunction with his home, the only one in the area within ten miles in any direction.  Our home was brown with trees and shrubs all around, especially lilac bushes and yellow roses.  Our lot went from the road to the hill on the south.  Dividing the lot in the middle was creek known as Fort Creek, or as we dubbed it, “the Big Creek.”  This creek runs thru Peoa east to west from one end to the other and flows into the Weber River on the west.

            Five of us children were born there, George Andrew, Isabell Ann, I, Jack Lloyd, and Thelda Pearl.  My father was in the timber business and cut timber in Weber Canyon and hauled it to Park City where it was sold to the silver mines for mine props.  My father, or Papa, as we called him was and expert horseman, as were his father and brother.  They prided themselves on having the best looking and hardest pulling teams in the valley.  They took excellent care of them.

My mother, or Mamma, was a beautiful Mormon girl who had married m father a non Mormon at the age of eighteen much against the wishes of her family.  Peoa was a typical Mormon community with but few outsiders.  Mamma’s people were the original settlers and leaders of the community.  However, from all reports, Mamma and Papa were very much in love and happy.  Papa gave his consent and we children were all blessed in the LDS Church and our mother taught us in the ways of her people.  I was blessed September 16, 1914 by Ole Jensen, baptized July 2, 1922 by Ammon Wright in the big creek that runs through Peoa.   My Uncle Clyde Marchant confirmed me the same day.

            One of the very few things I can still remember while living in my father’s home was the signing of the armistice after the first world war in 1918.  I was four and one half years old.  People were marching around all over town, singing and beating on tubs and in pans and my mother and grandmother were crying with joy, because the war was over and Uncle Clyde Marchant and Uncle Lavear Crandall were coming home.

            In the year 1919, when I was but five years old, my parents decided to move to Park City for the winter months, as timbering was only a summer job.  Papa got a job working for the Silver King Mine.  He had a contract to work with his team and wagon.  Grandfather Crandall and Uncle LaVear were also working there and living with us.  Mother was expecting her sixth child, Marion Lee.  In February, 1920, a very bad epidemic of influenza swept over the country.  Many were dying all around us.  Our whole family became ill, and Mamma died of childbirth and flu pneumonia.  I remember Grandma Marchant came during our illness and at the time of Mother’s death to help us.  The story is told that Uncle Hen Wright was told of the sickness and bad situation our family was in, and he dropped everything and went to Park City, where he stayed with a  friend, Harry Wilson, that he might see to our needs from the outside running any errands that were necessary.  Due to the epidemic there could only be a graveside service, which was held in the Peoa Cemetary.  We children did not attend, but I remember before the undertaker took Mamma away Papa woke George, Isabell, and me, and with me in his arms let us see our mother. We were all crying and feeling so bad.

            The baby, Marion Lee born at my mother’s death, lived but had the flu also and was very ill.  It was deemed advisable at the time that he be taken to Salt Lake City by Papa’s aunts, Mae Shelmerdine and Ann Tame, where he could get good medical care.  Aunt Mae and Uncle Bill Shelmerdine had never had any children and they became very attached to him and begged Papa to let them keep him.  They gave him a good home and he was reared in Salt Lake City.  He even went by their name, and later, when he was of age they adopted him.  Since the rest of us ere raised in Peoa we saw Lee only on rare occasions.  As soon as we were well enough the other five of us were take by my mother’s mother Grandma Marchant to her home in Peoa.  I was nearly six years old at this time, bit I hadn’t started to school yet.   I can remember the trip from Park City to Peoa.  The family rode with Uncle Clyed in a white top buggy and Papa drove a wagon with all our belongings.

            Perhaps here I should tell a little of the background of Grandma Marchant.  Jane Ann Maxwell Marchant was born of pioneer parents, who were some of the first settlers of Peoa in the Kamas Valley.  She married John Alma Marchant in Polygamy, being the second wife.  She had nine children of her own and at the time of the first wife’s death, she also took the children of her husband’s first wife who remained unmarried, the youngest of which were three and seven years old respectively.  These she raised as her own.  Grandma was left a widow while the last six children were still at home.  At this time, due to the deaths of daughters-in-law of the 1^st wife, Grandma took into her home the children of Uncle Austin and Uncle Willard; and cared for them for several years.  At the time we went to live with Grandma she still had her three youngest sons at home, Uncles Clyde, Delbert and Gilbert.  She owned a small farm which they worked.  She was sixty years old, but she very unselfishly took all five of us and provided a home for us.  Papa stayed in park City, still working for the mine.  He gave Grandma some support money for us and came to see us when he could.  I remember occasionally when Grandma and Uncle Clyde would take us in a buggy to Park City to fit clothes, such as coats and shoes on us, and Papa would be with us and pay for them.  We always went to the Golden Rule.  This was a fore runner to the J.C.Penney Stores.  It was one of the first in the chin.  I was real fascinated with the cages that swished back and forth from the clerk to the cashier in the balcony, who totaled your bill and sent the change swishing back.

            Some of the hired girls I think of in those early years who helped Grandma with the work, as she, even at that time, was afflicted with arthritis, especially in her arms, hands and legs, were Chloe Miles, Ethel Marchant, and Matilda Anderson.  I remember they were all very nice to us.  They only worked for us two or three years until Isabella and I were old enough to do the work.  Grandma’s hands became twisted and swollen and she couldn’t grip anything.  We did the washing, ironing, cleaning, mixed bread, and even the papering and painting.  I remember standing ironing for hours at a time before I was twelve years old.  I hated the many white shirts.  Sometimes, especially during the summer vacation, my Aunt Ivy would come with her family and stay for a while to help with the things which we couldn’t do.  Aunt Janie lived in Peoa and helped some, especially with sewing.  I am sure when I lived in Park City we must have had electricity but I have no recollection of it.  I do remember, however, when they first got it in Peoa.  It was two or three years after we moved to Grandma’s.  I remember ironing with irons, as they were called.  One heated them on the wood range and ironed until they cooled and then got another one.  We had gas and coal oil lamps.  I have helped with washings with a tub and washboard.  Then we had a washer with a lever on it which you pumped back and forth.  We all had to help with this, and oh, how tired one’s arm got.  Next ether was a washer with a water power driven motor.  It was attached to the water faucet.  Many washings I have done with an electric washer ad a hand turned wringer.  Of course we finally got a pretty good conventional electric washer.  This is the kind I use, even after I was married until 1969 when we moved into our home in Cedar city and got and automatic washer and dryer.

            Shortly after we went to Grandma’s to live Uncle Gib went away to school.  At this time Uncle Dell and Clyde bought the only store in town.  Uncle Dell was chosen to run it while Uncle Clyde worked the farm.  The also secured additional property of their own to add to the acreage by Grandma’s home.

            About four years after Mamma died in 1924 Papa remarried.  He married a widow, Nancy Faucett Fisher.  He was still working in Park City where he met her.  We had four step brothers and sisters, Gladys, Leora, Stanley, and Glen.  After being married a while, Papa and Nancy and her family moved to our old home in Peoa and Papa went back to timbering.  They took Jack, Thelda, and me to live with them.  George and Isabell did not have to go, because they were older, and Isabell could be a big help to Grandma.  George also had his chores and jobs on the farm.  I was desperately homesick al the time.   I remember crying and wanting to go home to Grandma.  As I remember, Nancy tried to be good to us.  I do not recall every being mistreated, but everything about it including her children was strange to me.  Isabell and I had always slept together, dressed alike, and done everything together and I just felt terrible.  I remember one day I went to school and told the teacher I was sick and asked if I could go home. But instead of going home, I went up to Grandma’s.  It was Relief Society day and not actually being very sick it was decided I could attend the meeting with Grandma.  When we passed the school grade at recess a group of the children began shouting in unison, “Wanda’s home sick.  Boo Hoo!  Wanda’s home sic.”  Then I did bawl. Grandma and all the ladies at Relief Society petted me and cheered me up and let me run errands and tear rags.  I felt lots better, but I went back up to Grandma’s.  That night, way after dark when Papa got home from the canyon, he came in the wagon after me.  I remember him spatting my bottom all the way to the gate and calling me a big bawl baby.  Well I don’t really blame him, because when we got home Jack and Thelda were both bawling and wanting to go with Wanda to Grandma’s.

When Thanksgiving came, Papa and Nancy and her family went to Park City to her relatives for the holiday.  Of course we went to Grandma’s.  Papa got a job in Park City.  They rented a house and moved.  Nancy was expecting a baby.  We were to stay with Grandma until school let out, however, we never did go to Park City to live with them, because Papa again had the misfortune of losing his wife.  The baby was born in December, and when he was a few months old, Nancy passed away.  My half brother Earl was taken and reared by Papa’s brother LaVear and his wife Aunt Lavern Crandall in Peoa.  Our step brothers and sisters were divided up among their relatives, the Fishers in Heber and the Faucetts in Park City, and we saw very little of them after that.  From then on Papa made his home in Salt Lake City.  He worked as a contractor with his teams for a gravel company for many years.  He never did live in his old Peoa home again.  George purchased the old home but never lived there.  He eventually sold it and used the money to build a new home of his own.

            During the rest of our young lives in Peoa, with Grandma and the boys, as we called our uncles, we only saw Papa on special occasions.  He was much the same as a visiting uncle.  It seems to me, however, that I always retained quite a deep affection for him.  I suppose that was because he was my father.  It certainly wasn’t because I saw very much of him or felt very close to him.  We made it a point to visit him whenever we went to Salt Lake.

I attended the elementary school in Peoa.  My teachers were Elizabeth Marchant, Leone Maxwell, Beatrice Peterson, Robert Whittier, and Harper Marchant.  We had two teachers in the school each year, woman for the first four grades in one room and a man for the other four I was an average student.  I passed every year and had lots of fun.  We rode sleighs down the School Hill; roamed the hills in back of the school and ate our lunch on Sand Hill when it was good weather.  In the summer we went swimming in the creeks and river.  When I was in the seventh grade they built a new brick school on Main Street, down by the amusement hall and the LDS church.  It was a modern school with an inside rest room.  This was the first inside plumbing that I can remember.  I am fairly sure that we had a bath room in Park City, but I don’t remember it.  We never did have a bathroom in Grandma’s home in Peoa, just the outside toilet and a washtub with blankets around it by the side of the kitchen range.  Uncle Dell had a bathroom in his home when I lived there, and or course, everywhere I have lived since.

            There was only one other girl in Peoa my age, Lois Walker.  She and I grew up together, went through school together, and were every good pals most of the time.  There were some other girls in our grade some of the time, but they had been retained and were older.  We all played together and had lots of fun.  They were Afton Olson, Ruth Fillmore, Leola Walker, and Fay Barnum.  I graduated from the eighth grade in 1928.

I grew up working on the farm.  I was sort of a tom boy, and though Isabell was always in the house helping with the cooking and sewing, I was helping haul hay, tending nets and riding horses.  Of course that didn’t let me out of house work and dishes.  It was always, “Wanda, you do the house work while Isabell sews.”  She became a very good seamstress for a young girl and made most of our clothes.  She made lots of things from old clothes which friends and relatives gave to us.  I really liked to haul hay. I was the tromper and the net tender.  The more Uncle Clyde would brag about how good a worker I was the harder I would work.  I never did learn to milk cows, even though Uncle Clyde and George tried to teach me.  I guess it was because I knew who would have to do it if the boys were not at home.  They were really glad when Jack was big enough.

            I remember when I was in the third grade my teacher, Leone Maxwell, got married and asked Isabell and me to be her flower girls.  We were going to wear our beautiful eyelet embroidered twin dresses.  Isabell always had to comb my hair.  I made a fuss because she pulled it; she hit me with the brush and bloodied my nose all down my dress; so I had to wear a different one which was not nearly so pretty.  Isabell and I both had long thick dark brown hair we could sit on.  Our father said it was our mother’s pride and joy and asked Grandma not to let us have it cut.  When I was about eleven years old, in about 1925, it had become the style for girls to have short hair, or bobbed hair, as they called it.  Every young girl in Peoa, except two old maids had hers cut except Isabell and me.  Grandma wouldn’t consent without Papa’s approval.  Finally, when Isabell was ready to start High School, she went and got hers cut anyway.  They then gave their approval for me to have mine cut.  We wore it straight for a few years until the permanent wave was invented.  I was about fifteen years old.  Uncle Dell would let me ride to Salt Lake with him and I would get a permanent while he was buying stock for the store.  There were not home permanents then.  One had to sit under a big machine, with it hooked to your head, and it was heated by electricity.  I have been having every kind of permanent as it has been developed ever since.

            As I got older, after school, on Saturdays in the summer, I worked in the store, Marchant’s Cash Store, for Uncle Dell.  It was a general merchandise store.  I sold gas from a tank you had to pump by hand, oil, nails, and shovels, as well as dry-goods and groceries.  During the first year I worked there we even had a fountain where we sold ice cram cones and fountain drinks.  The refrigeration consisted of ice, but this was taken out after bottled pop and frozen ice cram bars came on the market.  I cleaned, painted, stocked shelves, clerked, and even stayed by myself, as I got older.  At first my pay was all the goodies ai could eat.  Later Uncle Dell gave me silk hose, undie, shoes, permanent waves, and such things as I needed to go to high school.  I never did get pain in money until the year before I went to college.  Of course Uncle Dell helped Grandma with groceries and household expenses.

            During the years we lived with Grandma, we became very close with our aunts, uncles, and cousins, because Grandma’s house was home to all of the relatives.  In the summer we always had extra cousins staying for their vacations or to help on the farm.  Ione and Russel Marchant, who mother had passed away before Mama died and who had lived with Grandma, were supposed to be living with their dad, Uncle Willard.  He had to be away a lot working in the timber, so they, especially Ione, spent much of the time with us at Grandma’s.  Ione and Isabell were the same age, and we three had wonderful times together, except when they were running away from me, because I wasn’t old enough to hear what they talked about.  I loved Aunt Ivy Maxwell and her family, who came home so much.  I liked to help her tend her babies.  I used to go to her home in Park City and stay for my vacation and help her.  Her children, Morris, Wilma, George, Ruby, and Ella Mae seemed more than cousins to me.  I also visited Aunt Myrtle Wilkins and Uncle Arthur Marchant’s family sometimes.  I seemed to get homesick after a short while in their homes, but not at Aunt Ivy’s.  It was in Park City during these years that the first silent motion pictures were shown.  Every Sturday afternoon we cousins went to the matinee and saw cowboy pictures, with such stars as Tom Mix, Hoot Gibson, and Ken Mynard.  I remember, years later, I was the first talking picture that was made.  Isabaell and my friends, Loise and Verl Walker’s father was a widower and was always going to Salt Lake to games, show, etc.  Many times he would let us ride down with him and shop or got to the show or just do what we wished.  We saw Al Jolson in the Jazz Singer.  We were really impressed wand excited and talked a long time about seeing a talking picture.  Othere cousins, uncles, and aunts who were a part of our lives were Aunt Janey Wlker’s children, LaMont, Glen, Della, Elynn, and Ellis, Aunt Myrtle Wilkins’ family, Alma, Max, and Hazel, as well as Uncle Arthur Marchant’ Jay, David, Lillis, Nelda, and John.  They all play a significant roll in my memories of childhood.  Everyone came home on Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Some of the Aunts and their children came when we had the thresher to help Grandma cook the meals.  It really was a fun time for us kids.  I recall that on Christmas we would all get in a bob sleigh and go for a ride singing Christmas carols.  On holidays, we always had two large, long tables full, the first and the last table.  Kids always sat at the last table and ate what was left, but there was always plenty.  My brother always jokingly quipped he never knew there was any part to a chicken except the neck and the part that went over the fence last until he graduated to the first table.  It was really something when you were old enough to sit at the first table.

            Even though we had no mother, I remember how fancy we always thought we were dressed.  Papa had two old maid sisters, Aunt Olive and Aunt Mida Crandall, and also Aunt Eva Barben, his married sister.  They used to send us new outfits from Salt Lake City every Fourth of July and Christmas.  They were skilled seamstresses and sent us city looking clothes.  We were the envy of all the cousins and Peoa kids, because theirs were all home made and some or ours were not and those that were did not look like it.  We had manufractured silk panties instead of flour sack bloomers long before th other kids.  We also got rings, hari ribbons, etc.  I remember some pretty whit fur muffs and neck scarves which the aunts snet Isabell and me.  No one had ever seen anything like them before.  We really thought we were fancy.  They also sent nice things to my brothers and Thelda, but she was the baby and they seemed to think she never got any bigger or older, for nothing ever fit; it was usually too small. We always wore our new dresses to the childrens dances at the church on the afternoons of Christmas and the Fourth of July.

            I enjoyed high school at South Summit High in Kamas. We started there in the ninth grade and went for four years.  Besides Lois Walker, my best friends were Ruth Frazier and Otis Siddoway from Oakley.  We four really had fun together.  I also like Vesta Wilson from Kamas very much.  I was quite athletic, so any time girls were playing baseball, basketball, or track, I was right there taking a leading part.  I was active in school affairs, held offices in the classes and ran for school vice-president my Senior year.  I lost to Vest Wilson.  The Student Council chose me as a Dramatic Manager and I served on the Student Council.  I participated in the school plays and gave reading on programs.  I never can remember of not having fun and going to all the parties and dances and having dates and dancing every dance.  The custom in those days was to dance the first dance with your date and also the last and for the rest of the time you were on your own and always danced with those who asked you if you wanted to.  I attended seminary for the required three year course and graduated in May 1931.  We had the opportunity of studying Old and New Testament and Church History.  I graduated from high school in May the following year.

M.I.A. in Peoa was a fun part of my life also.  I participated in many plays in the Peoa Ward and also had fun in the ward and stake Gold and Green Ball dance festivals.

Living in a small town like Peoa we were always behind the times with respect to new inventions.  I remember the first car I ever saw was a Model T Ford.  It was not long after that, in about 1925, when Uncles Clyde and Dell bought a Chevrolet.  It was black, as all cars where then.  You had to crank it to make it go.  It was open air, except in bad weather, whey you enclosed it with isinglass curtains.  There were only dirt roads and it was practically impossible to use them in the winter time.  Of course, roads and cars gradually got better and my uncles gradually got newer ones as they improved.  Radio was also slow in coming to Peoa.  I remember I was a kid in elementary school when Pheron Maxwell go the first one.  Everyone in town had to go and listen to it.  The first thing of importance that I remember hearing after we got one was concerning the financial crash on Wall Street in 1929.  It was at approximately this same time that I first saw an airplane.  Some pilot landed a small plane in a field in Marion.  I was about fifteen.  The school bus driver stopped and let us all go and see the plane.  People were paying for rides.  They would just fly over the valley for ten or fifteen minutes each.

            A lot happened in a few short years to our family.  In 1928 Uncle Giv married Afton Hardy of Provo; in 1929 Uncle Clyde married Velma Rolfe of Oakley amy borhter George married Jean Taylor from Salt Lake City. This was also the year that my beloved Aunt Ivy died.  I was seventeen and a junior in high school.  After the funeral in Peoa, Grandma let me go to Helper, Utah with Uncle Irvin where they had been living. They had five children between the ages of two and fourteen.  The oldest girl, Wilma was twelve years old.  She and I tended the children and kept house.  I stayed from the middle of June until school started in September.  Then we packed and got them ready to move to Brigham City before school started.  Uncle Irvin had been transferred there.  He was a manager of one of Safeway’s stores.  I was never very close to their family after that.

During the summer of 1932, after graduating from high school, I worked in the store for Uncle Dell.  Isabell had completed her two year normal course at B.Y.U. and had a job teaching elementary school in Peoa.  She lived at home.  Grandma had become so crippled with arthritis that she was confined to a wheel chair and actually in bed most of the time.  I was the most logical one to stay home from school and look after Grandma and besides I didn’t have the money to go to college.  Papa had given Isabell some money each month to help her through school, but times were so bad and he had been out of work, so I didn’t feel like asking him to help.  My college education was postponed.  Isabell gave me ten dollars a month that year while I was tending Granma and I worked at the store when Thelda and Isabell got home from school and on Saturdays.  I saved this and my summer wages for future college expenses.  I nursed and cared for Grandma and kept hours for her, Isabell, Jack, and Thelda.  The aunts and uncles came ofthen visit Grandma.  Sheand I had many long talks about her life and experiences.  I am so sorry that I didn’t record them.  She also taught memany things about life, as well as cooking and house work.  I canned fruit, baked, washed, ironed, shopped, and managed the home.  Grandma had the wisdom of Solomon in the manner that she gave advice and taught you a lesson.  As a girl I was considered to be very attractive.  I remember once of coming home after a party and confiding in her concerning the compliments I had received.  I didn’t get any encouragement to be vain.  She said, “Pretty is as pretty does.”  It is the things you do and kind of life you live that keep a woman beautiful.  She used many such expressions to teach lessons and put you in your place.

The following summer Isabell got married to Bill Peery of Payson, Utah.  Thelda tended Grandma while I worked in the store.  The fall 1933, Grandma sold her home to Uncle Gib and Aunt Afton, and because of the depression and since, other than me there was no one at home earning any money, it was decided that we should break up our home.  Grandma went to live with her children who took turns caring for her.  They were all very happy to have her.  Jack went to live with Uncle Clyde and Aunt Mary who lived next door to us.  Thelda went to live with George and his wife Jean, who also lived in Peoa, across from Uncle Dell’s store, and I was to live with Uncle Dell and Aunt Velma, but as soon as the university started in the fall, I went to Provo to attend the B.Y.U.

I had a very glorious and happy school year.  I became very close friends with my roommates, Thelma and Velma from Arizona, Ruth Allred from Canada, and Gladys Sorensen form Malad, Idaho.  At first four of us lived I half of the Olsen home.  We had a lot of fun and good times there, but the arrangement didn’t work out.  The Olsens really needed the whole house for their family, so after Christmas we had to find a new apartment.  The only thing we could find was a large older home close to town.  WE needed more girls to help pay the rent, so Winnie and Gladys moved in with us.  This was a very hectic and unsettled time for all of us.  Finally Gladys went back to her boarding house, and three of the other girls got jobs and lived with relatives and friends.  This was the only way they could continue with their schooling because they were so short of funds.  Ruth and I got a one room apartment and ate in the cafeteria the balance of the winter quarter.  At the beginning of the spring quarter Ruth, Gladys and I found a real nice apartment on 1^st West.  We enjoyed living together.  Ruth and I were always very good friends, but Gladys and I were the ones who had the most fun together socially.  We joined a social unit and dated together.  Gladys was a darling beautiful girl.  A girl couldn’t have gone to college one year and had more dates and fun than I did.  I am afraid I didn’t study as much as I should have, but I received average grades and enjoyed school.  I had received a work scholarship based on need for half of my tuition.  I worked in the Botany Department for Professor Bertram Harrison.  Isabell lived in Springville and we were able to visit occasionally.  Grandma, whom I loved very much, died in February and we went home to her funeral. This left a very empty spot in my life.

During the latter part of February I met Lynn Broadbent, a real handsome senior.  He was very active in Dramatics.  He was the leading man in many of the school plays and even substituted for my professor in speech class sometimes.  He had come back to school for his Senior year after serving a mission in Germany.  The first time he asked me for a date I already had one.  I didn’t expect him to ask again, but he did.  He also asked me to be in a play which he was directing and had to produce for a play-production class.  We put it on in the Little Theater.  From that time on I never went with anyone else and neither did he.  We fell very much in love and were engaged before school let out.  He took me home from school and we told my family we were going to get married in July.  Lynn gave me my engagement ring when he came to see me in June.

            I began working in the store and lived with Uncle Dell and Aunt Velma.  I used the money I earned at the store, along with some my father gave me when I want to Bingham to tell him I was going to get married, to buy some things for my trousseau.  We were married July 18 1934, in the worst part of the depression.  All of our relatives were having a struggle financially, however Aunt Velma said she would give me a nice big reception, but Lynn didn’t like those kinds of things and talked me out of it.  Aunt Velma gave me a show instead and invited all the ladies of the town and our relatives.  Thelda had gone to live with Aunt Afton and Uncle Gib by this time and she and Aunt Afton gave me a kitchen shower and invited my girl friends from the entire area.  I received a lot of useful gifts.

            Lynn and I were married I the temple at Manti, Utah by the Temple President, Robert D. Young, and we have always considered it the most beautiful of all the temples.  WE had a very enjoyable honeymoon trip for a few days.  We stayed in the Temple Square Hotel in Salt Lake City.  We traveled around meeting each others relatives, going from Salt Lake to Peoa, Prove, and then to Helper, where we were planning to live.  We used Lynn’s brother Bern’s car.  He was very good to loan it to us, since we had none of our own.

            Another of Lynn’s brothers, Cecil, had moved to helper to operate an open fruit market.  Lynn and Cecil decided to buy the market also one in Price from Jim Pinegar.  Lynn had graduated and was prepared to teach school.  He had a major in speech and dramatics and also one in German.  He was a very good student and received the highest recommendations. He was offered a teaching position, but the highest wage for beginning teachers at that time was eight hundred dollars per year.  We decided he could make more mone by going into business.  Wages were low at that time, but prices were also.  Many loaves of bread I sold in Marchants’ Cash Store and aoso in Broadbents’ Fruit Market for five cents a loaf.  Raisins sold on special at five cents per package, butter twenty-five cents per pound, mile eight cents per quart, bananas four cents per pound.  Our markets customarily purchased watermelons by the car load from California and later hauled them in by truck from Green River, Utah.  These often sold as low as a cent a pound.

            Living in a railroad town like Helper we saw the thousands of transients who road the railroad cars from one side of the continent to the other, looking for work and an intermittent handout.  Our market was less than a block from where the trains stopped for water and refueling, and the unfortunates would flock over to buy or beg something to eat with each incoming train.  A soup kitchen where they could get a free meal, if they stayed long enough, was close by, but the law tried to keep them on the go and didn’t let them linger in town very long.  Many friends and people we knew were on public welfare.  Many others were participating in public works projects.  Even though our wages were small, we were grateful to be able to make a living on our own.  In the beginning our wages amounted to fifty-five dollars per month.  Those on public work projects were getting forty.  At this time we put the rest of the store’s profits back in to the business.

            Lynn managed the Helper store and Cecil the Price store.  For the first year Lynn was working alone, with no time off for dinner, so I would cook it and take it down and we would eat together.  I would stay with him and help out.  We always stayed open until ten in the evening and sometimes much later, especially when we had a load of produce to arrange for the next day.  I spent a lot of time with him in the store until Kay was born.  About a year after we bought the stores Maurice joined the business and lived in Price.  Cecil worked in the Price store but would occasionally relieve Lynn, when it was necessary for him to get away, such as to participate in M.I.A.  A few years later Bern quit teaching school and came into the business.  They had big plans for expansion.  Bern became ill and was in the hospital and out of work for some time.  He never did come back to the stores, but went to Idaho, where he taught school at Idaho State.  Some time later, during the war years, Maurice and his wife Geri became dissatisfied with the business and could both work and make more money on defense jobs in Salt Lake.  The never returned to the business either.  A few years later we built two fine new grocery stores.  Shortly thereafter the continuing coal strikes, the lack of sale for coal, and the use of diesel engines, which required far less men to operate the trains were responsible for a local depression which adversely affected our enterprises in Carbon County; so in 1953 Lynn got a job teaching biology and speech at the Helper Jr. High School.  It was necessary for me to go to work in the store, and I put Alan in kindergarten for the next two years until he was old enough to go to school.

            I worked hard doing what had to e done.  Besides selling groceries, since I was the only one there until school was out, I did what had to be done.  I cleaned, shoveled snow, carried out groceries and even sacks of flour.  I have always been strong and could take hard work.  I didn’t open the store until ten A.M., so I had a while after the kids were off to school to do some housework.  The girls helped me on Saturday, so we were able to keep a fairly decent home.  I was fortunate that I was working at this time instead of before the use of diesel engines on the railroad.  I remember when we first moved there, especially during the war years when there was so much railroad traffic, if a housewife kept a clean home she was working at it all the time. With the old steam engines and everyone having coal stoves and furnaces the air was so filled with soot that it was impossible to keep your house clean.  There was not oil or gas in that coal producing area.  In fact, in one mining camp, the women had to petition and raise a lot of fuss before they were even allowed to have electric ranges.  During the years when it was the worst I washed my walls, ceilings, and curtains every four months, as did all of my friends.  The water would be as black as ink.  Everything else got just as dirty.  You wore the carpets and curtains out scrubbing them.  The difference in the work of keeping house when I moved to Cedar City was very noticeable.  When I first moved it was hard or me to keep from cleaning more than necessary.  I never could stand a dirty or messy houe, and I tried to teach my daughter to be good housekeepers.

            When we first moved to Helper we lived for one week at the Hill Crest Hotel in a one room apartment, then for one year in a two room place at Ricci Apartments.  We then moved to a three room house at 50 North Main.  We lived there about six years.  It was there that Kay was born in 1936.  She was a great joy to us.  Having babies was not easy for me.  I spent two different weeks in the hospital while I was carrying Kay.  My trouble was morning sickness; I was sick continually and and could keep neither food nor liquids on my stomach.  In the hospital they fed me through the veins to keep me from dehydrating.  I continued to have this horrible morning sickness problem with every baby I had, some worse thatn others; Kay was the worst.  It usually persisted until the fifth month.  Drugs to help with this problem were just being developed when I was carrying Lynda and they helped some.  Kay’s birth was a hard birth, because she had to be delivered with instrument.  Grandma Broadbent came and stayed with us after I had spent 10 days in the Price Hospital.  It was customary for young mothers to do practically nothing for three or four weeks after a childbirth.  We enjoyed having Grandma and whe was a big help to us.  She was always very good to me and I loved her.  She told me she felt closer to me than any of the daughters-in-law.  Maybe it was because I was the only one who didn’t have a mother of her own.

We also enjoyed Grandpa Broadbent a lot while we lived there.  He stayed with us often because he trucked fruits and vegetables for the markets.  He was a wonderful person and I liked and appreciated him very much.  After we had lived at this address for six years he helped Lynn to build our new home.  We had a contractor, but they did everything they could do themselves to cut down on the expense.

We got our first care in 1937 and Grandpa said he had helped the others in getting their start in life and because of the depression had not been able to help us when we got married, so he helped us with the down payment on the car.  The car was a brown Chevrolet coupe and the total price was nine hundred dollars.  I remember when we got it our baby and I had gotten a ride to Peoa to visit relatives.  We stayed about a week.  I expected Lynn to come for me in his brother’s car, but instead he surprised me with our own new car.  Due to our circumstances it was the only car we had for seventeen years.  We were very tied with the store, so we didn’t travel very much.  It served us well, even if we did have to fill the trunk with kids for church work and church outings.  We were still using it with five children.  Folks used to wonder how we all got in, but the children really enjoyed it and preferred to ride up in the back window.

WE were friendly with our neighbors, many of whom were non Mormons, and became very well acquainted and did things with them.  Some of them were Mrs. Mattie Mathewson, Margurite and Vern Nathewson and Theresa and Joe Conacci.

            About two years after Kay was born, I had a miscarriage.  Our second daughter, Lynda was also born while we lived at 50 North Main.  Dr. Anthony Demman was my doctor , but he went to Sunnyside and didn’t make it back in time, so Dr. Blis Finalson was called in to deliver her with the help of Ann Forsythe.  By coincidence she was the nurse for all of my babies.  She was a good nurse and nice to me.  Lynda was born December 4, 1940.  There was much sickness at the time.  It was a hard time for us.  Grandma could not come because Grandpa was sick.  Our first hired girl got sick.  In all, we had about four different ones until I was allowed to do my own work.  The one I remember were Helen Arens, Amber Perry, Helen Rachelle, and her sister Iola.  It was a hard winter.  We were always bringing diapers in and drying them over the Heatrola.  For a new baby, I think Lynda was the most nearly perfect one I ever saw.  Her head and body were perfectly proportioned; her skin was white and beautiful; she had smiling eyes; and she did not look like a new born baby.  Shortly after Lynda was born I developed a form of flebitis.  It is a swelling and discoloration on the soft part of my leg above the knee.  I have been plagued with these recurring periodically for the rest of my life.  It has been quite a puzzle to the doctors, si I treat it myself.  The only way to get rid of it is to be very diligent in applying hot towels every few hours.  It is sore and burns and itches.  I try to keep off my feet as much as possible, but it has been very difficult, with a family to care for.  I have also been plagued with a very annoying rash on my hands.  As I look back now, it began about the time I was in High School, aboaut the time detergents first came on the market.  This has presented a problem ever sincne.  Doctores have given me salves; and I have treid every rememdy of whichI have heard.  We have finally concluded that it is an allergy but it has been difficult to discover the cause.  It was especially bad when I had so much work to do taking care of the children.  It would come and go.  I have been relatively free of it foe several years.  I think now that I have found a detergent for dishes and a hand soap to which I am not allergic and having an automatic washer so that my hands do not come in contact with the detergent, my problem seems to be under control.  I think that I am allergic to most detergents, so now I am very careful.

            When Lynda was six months old we moved into our new home at 109 D St. on June 1, 9141.  It was a nice two bedroom home with a full, unfinished basement.  I think one of the thing I enjoyed most was a basement to dry clothes in in the winter time, and also, of course, central heat, the first aI had ever known, except for a short time in Provo at B.Y.U.  It was ours and we fixed it up and finally furnished it as we could afford it.  It was home to us for the next twenty-five years.  We never did finish the basement, but the boys slept down there anyway.

            Grandma Broadbent came again to help us when our first son, Joseph Lee was born, April 28, 1943.  Grandpa had passed away the first of August 1942, and she was living alone.  The baby was named after his grandfather.  Lee’s birth was a very frightening experience for both Lynn and me.  When we first called Dr. Demman, he told us to do certain things and see what happened.  He thought, from previous experiences, that I would be a long time in labor.  It didn’t happen that way.  We had to rush the seven miles to the hospital, and all the way I kept telling Lynn that it was coming.  He drove as fast as he dared but when he drove faster it was rougher and that made it hard on me.  Lynn carried me into the hospital and Lee was born as we entered the main door.  He laid me on the first bed he saw.  The Dr. came running in the back door at the same time but the baby was already born.  It nearly scared the nurses to death when Lynn cried, “Help!”  It was a bout 1 A.M.  We were so proud of our new son, and he was such a good baby, and we loved him very much.

            When Peggy was born Grandma was unable to help us, so our niece, Bonny Ercanbrach, who was only about sixteen years old, came and helped us. The kids all just loved her.  She had visited us many times before during the summer vacations.  By the time Peggy was born the doctors and hospitals had new methods, and besides it was war time and hospital beds were scarce.  They only kept mothers and babies about five days, then you were to go home and do very little for a few days.  We hired a friend and practical nurse, Leora James, to come each day, long enough to bathe and take care of the baby.  Peggy was the largest baby I ever had.  She was over eight poinds and her birth ws by far the shortest and easiest of any of my children.  Peggy was the only one to have blonde hair as a small child.  She had beautiful golden curls and her father thinks she was the cutes little girl he has ever seen.  She was a doll.  Lynda was the friendly little pet of the neighborhood, especially with our neighbors, the Nuymans and their daughter Cherie.  They thought she was so cute and of course we did too.  Kay was a perfect little lady and always kept co clean and nice.  She was never a discipline problem.  I never learned to sew very much before I was married, but after Kay was born, I taught myself.  I made her such cute clothes that she looked like a little princess.  I continued to sew everything the children had, especially for the girls, until they were in high school and learned to sew for themselves.  Lee loved to roam the hills back of us with his friends, Dwight and Dwayne Gale, and Keith Chiara.  Lee always had a really sweet, likeable disposition.

For some time after Peggy was born I had an especially bad time with the phlebitis.  We consulted another doctor, Dr. Long, who suggested that we would be wise if I had no more children, because it was a very dangerous condition.  Of course no one could know for certain and I had had three children since my problem began.  We prayed about it and we felt like all would be well. Four years later, March 7, 1949, we were blessed with a second son, Alan Lynn.  By this time doctors and hospitals had decided that women should get up the same day the baby was born.  They kept you overnight and told you to go home and do nothing more strenuous than to then the baby.  You were to take it easy for a week or more.  Kay was thirteen years old, Lynda was nine, and Lee was in the first grad; so with a little help from my friend, Pearl Dyet, we got along quite well without hiring any help.  The children were all so excited about baby Alan and like to tend him, especially Peggy, when the others were in school.  He was a real cut baby, but he was always very independent.  As soon as he could drag a bat he began playing baseball.  He was our neighbor, Keith Chiara’s baseball protégé.

Neighbors whom we and our children especially rembmer, were the Waldo Gales, the Pat McCunes, the Fritz Nuymans, the George Sprattlings, the Ken Carrs, the Thorit Hatches, the Cliff Memmots, the Bert Bunnenls, the Bert Llewellyns, the Ed Marchettis, the John Bianco, the Pete Ruggeris and Pearl Gardner and Estelle Gale and their famialies.  My next door neighbor, Belle, Carr, taught me the useful hobby of quilting, which I have enjoyed all my life.  I am sure she has pieced and quilted more quilts than anyone I have ever known.  She did them by the hundreds.  I enjoyed helping her as well as the Relief Society.  I became a fast and efficient quilter.  I have made some for all of my children and also baby quilts for our grand children.  One special one which I have made for each of my children is the Sunburst Pattern.

Television programs had been available for some time before we were able to get them in Helper.  The city is situated in a cove, protected by a high mountain which makes normal reception impossible.  For this reason television has to be piped in.  In 1953 the citizens finally formed a corporation to bring it in.  We had to pay twenty dollars for a hook up and then three dollars monthly for system maintenance.  We didn’t have a T.V. until May, 1955.  The Deseret news offered a puzzle-prize jackpot.  It started with twenty-five dollars and grew each week until someone won.  It was a cross-word type puzzle. I worked very diligently at it for weeks and I finally won when the jackpot was three hundred and twenty-five dollars.  It was the family decision to buy a television set with the money.  It was just the right amount to buy a nice consol Dumont T.V.  We used this set until we got a new colored set after we purchased our new home in Cedar City.

            The second car we owned was a green Chevrolet sedan.  It was second hand but we paid cash for it and we enjoyed it very much.  WE drove it for several years the one day Lynda and Peggy wrecked it. While running an errand for their dad they found a Beakin Van parked in the middle of the road on an icy hill and ran into the back of it.  It totaled the car, but the accident was unavoidable, and we were just happy that they were not hurt.  Insurance, however, covered the cost and we bought a second hand Ford.  We were never very satisfied with the Ford, but we drove it until 1962, when we bought a white Chevrolet.  It served us well for three years, and all the time we saved money, so that we could again have a new car.  We were unable to travel very much when our children were small, but my sisters, Thelda, Isabell, and I tried to visit each others’ homes with our children once in a while, so the children did get to know each other.  Since then we have held the Andrew Leslie Crandall Family reunion nearly every year.  I have certainly enjoyed this association and I know our children have also.  We have also enjoyed the Broadbent family reunions which have been held quite often, either at Lynn’s Sister’s  ranch in the south fork of Provo Canyon or at the old family farm in Mapleton.

We tried for eight years, while I worked in the store and Lynn was teaching school, to sell the store, with business getting worse each year.  I feel there was one other reason, other than the slump in the economy, why our business declined.  WE made the mistake, when the Helper store was built, of not putting in a meat market.  The plan was to cut the meat in the Price store, wrap it in cellophane and display it in open cases in the Helper store.  Our stores were the first in the state to adopt the open cases and it took a while for people to learn that these open cases actually provided good, adequate refrigeration.  By the time I started to work we were practically out of the meat business in Helper.

We were still in partnership with Cecil when Lynn started teaching, and we put all of his wages into the common fund.  We all lived with the idea that no one should spend anything he didn’t have to, the common objective being to get out of debt.  Business in the Price store held up longer than in the Helper store, but it too became gradually worse, and Cecil quit hiring help and Edna helped him there in the store.  Finally in 1961, we were able to lease the Helper store building.  The groceries which were not sold in our closing sale, had to be moved to the Price store.  WE leased it to Nolan Davis, who owned a small East Side Market.  We felt as though half of the weight of the world had been lifted from our shoulders.  During those eight years I even worked summers in the store, while Lynn worked very hard renovating school buildings for the school board.   Two summers he even worked in the timber, cutting ties for the railroad.  This was necessary to help support our families and keep up the the interest on the stores’ debt.  When we leased the store, both families were able to have separate incomes and were happy about this.

Without the responsibility of the stores Lynn was able to accept a scholarship grant from the federal government to study German at the University of Washington in Seattle, during the summer of 1961.  The following summer he was awarded a similar grant to study at Stanford University in Bad Boll, near Stuttgart, in Germany.  Kay was married by this time and Lynda and Lee we re working in Zion’s national Park for the summer.  Alan, Peggy, and I stayed at home.  One summer I redecorated the living room and dining room, painting, making new curtains and drapes, and having a new carpet laid.  Lynn hardly recognized the place when he came home.  Peggy and I followed Alan around with his little league team, visited relatives, and kept up the yard.

Kay was married to Glen R. Stubbs of Ephraim, Utah, on June 5, 1957.  They went to the Manti Temple, and we were happy to be with them.  An open house was held for them at the home of Glen’s parents, Ruth and Glen K. Stubbs, in Ephraim.  We had a nice reception for them in the Helper Ward Chapel.  They first lived in Huntington, Utah, where Glen was principal of the seminary.  They were later transferred to the Carbon Seminary in Price.  We surely enjoyed having them lives so close.  They spent many holidays and weekends with us, and we enjoyed visiting them.

The first of June 1963, we sold the Helper store to our leasee, Nolan Davis.  We didn’t make much on the sale, but we were glad to sell it and pay off some of our mortgage.  This really lightened the load for Cecil and Edna in the Price store.  This particular spring was a very busy time for me.  Lynda was to be married June 4; I had to have clothes ready and packed for Peggy and Lee to leave for their summer employment at Bryce Canyon on June6; and Lynn had to be in Laramie, Wyoming for summer school on June 9.  Well, Lynda was married on schedule June 4, to Walter Sherman Gibbs of Portage, Utah.  We went to the Manti Temple with them and had a lovely reception in the Helper Ward Chapel that evening.  We then went to Portage for an open house in their honor, given by Sherman’s mother, Thelma Gibbs.  We saw Lee off on the rain to Bryce Canyon that night; he left from Salt Lake City.  Then we closed up the house and Lynn, Alan and I were in Laramie, Wyoming to start school on June 9.  I certainly had to do a lot of organizing and planning ahead to have everything and everyone in the right place at the right time.  The biggest problem was that Peggy was not certain of a job at the parks and she didn’t want to go with us.  Her employment was verified the morning after Lee left; so she rode to Bryce with Lynda and Sherm as they left for California on their honeymoon.  The newlyweds planned to make their home in Odgen, where Sherm was teaching seminary.

Lynn, Alan and I not only spent the summer of 1963 in Laramie but of 1964 as well.  Again this spring was rather trying and difficult for me.  The doctor thought I needed a hysterectomy, even though I had not been sick.  This was performed the last of April; and between trying to recuperate, get Peggy ready for work at Zion’s national Par, and prepare the rest of us to return to Laramie, I was really one tired person when we landed there.  It took me most of the summer to feel strong again.  That summer I spent a lot of time helping Lynn with research and copying his thesis in long hand, to get it ready for the typist.  He did a good job, got good grades ad received his Master’s Degree in German in the summer commencement exercises which I attended.  He was one of but two graduates to receive his degree in German at that time.  We lived in student housing and we had two very interesting summers.  We attended and L.D.S. ward and met some nice people.  During our sojourn in Laramie we visited all of the points of interest within a reasonable driving distance.  We became more familiar with this area than most of the people who had lived there all their lives.  We enjoyed Alan in his baseball program there and saw him learn to play tennis.  The first summer we were there, I enjoyed going to Ogden to help Kay and Glen take care of our new baby granddaughter, Diane.  I fell in love with her as soon as I saw her and flet like whe was our very own.  The next summer, when she was one year old, she came to Laramie to stay with us for three weeks, while her folks were on a BYU tour to the East.  We enjoyed her very much; she was so sweet and smart.

Lynn began teaching German at the Helper Jr. High School in 1960 and gradually worked up a program in the district where he was teaching nothing but German.  He taught at Helper Jr. High in the morning, Carbon High School in the afternoon, and at the College of Eastern Utah in the evening.  While he was teaching in the college, I took German for two years.  I also took classes in political science.  With these credits and those I received for being in community theater plays and later a summer of Spanish in Mexico, as well as the year I spent at BYU, I have the equivalent of two years of college credit.

We were very happy when Lee was old enough and worthy to go on a mission.  He left for the South German Mission in December, 1963.  His letters relating his experiences were always a source of enjoyment for us.  Later this mission was closed and Lee was transferred to the West German Mission, where he completed his assignment.

In December 1964, Lynda and Sherman gave us our first grandson, Randall Sherman Gibbs.  Again I was privileged to go and spend a week in Odgen with them to take care of him and Lynda.  He was a darling good baby, and we were so happy to have our first grandson.

The spring of 1965 was very important in the lives of all of us.  First, Peggy got engaged to a very fine fellow, Ray Dean Terry, from Provo, Utah.  They had worked in Zion’s national Park together.  We sold the Price store to Westar, a sports equipment firm.  The purchaser received a government load to buy it.  He established a business to repair school sports equipment.  We received enough money to pay off all of our store debts, and each of our families was able to realize some profit for our thirty-one years in Broadbent’s Fine Food Stores.  Cecil was immediately called by the church to be mission president of the West German Mission, and he and Edna left immediately for Frankfurt, Germany.  By coincidence he became Lee’s mission president.  The Lynn and Cecil Broadbent partnership was terminated, but for the strong feelings they have for each other, there will be no termination.  We bought a new 1965 aqua blue Buick with a white top.  Lynn and I left Alan in Provo with Lynda and Kay and their families and spent the summer in Mexico studying Spanish at the Escuela Normal, a teachers’ college in Saltillo.  I really studied hard trying to keep up with my husband who knew how to study a foreign language and was very adept at it.  I felt really proud of my accomplishments and how well I did, but I must admit, hat since I have neither studied nor used it since I got home, I don’t remember  very much.  I had two different tutors in Spanish.  One was bilingual and spoke English but the other one didn’t.  They would take me to the shop and have me try to buy something just to see how well I could do.  They were real nice girls and a lot of help in learning to converse in Spanish.

            It was fun for Lynn and me to browse through the shops, visit their churches, cathedrals, watch them at their festivals in the town square, and walk all over the city seeing the different neighborhoods, their way of ding things, and the various strata of society.  Senor and Senora Garcia, with whom we first lived, had n average nice home for Mexico, but right next to it was an old, decrepit, broken down repair shop.  This was the way it was all over town.  There were no zoning laws.  Most of the homes were right at the edge of the sidewalks and were very close together, with no yard in between them.  Many homes had and inside garden area filled with grass and trees and flowers.  The Garcias had one of these.  It was like an inside patio.  We liked this couple.  They treated s very kindly.  We took a trip to Mexico City over a long weekend, and since they had close relatives living in the nation’s capital we took the Garcias with us.  This made the trip more interesting for us and they were happy for the ride.  However, since they spoke no English and we had been studying Spanish but a week or two, our conversation was limited and some rather humorous situations occurred.

When we returned to Saltillo, we lived with Helene Ega, a young divorcee.  The school had a hard time placing us in a home, because we requested a no smoking home.  Helene was of Arabian descent, so where we had had Mexican food, with a dish of refried beans at every meal, even breakfast, at the Garcia’s, we had both Arabian and Mexican food at Helene’s.  Lynn liked most of it, but I much prefer American cooking.  Their desserts were always fresh fruit.  We really liked some of the tropical fruits, especially mangos.  This home was on a main business street, but it was elegant and secluded inside.  Helene’s brother had a factory in the back yard.  He manufactured work clothes.  This is usually the way things are done in that country; they have a lot of small family businesses instead of large industries.  These people were quite wealthy for Mexico.  The brother and his family lived on the ground floor and we stayed with Helene on the top floor.  The balcony of our bedroom had a balcony railing topped with broken glass.  It was built to discourage prowlers.  When we had time, we liked to sit there and watch the people go by.  We also studied there.

After sight seeing on our way home in the middle of August we had to get ready t move to Cedar City, Utah, rent our Helper home, and bid our many good friends of the past thirty-one years good-bye.  The members of the ward had a going away party for us.  They gave us a nice set of silverware, which we have enjoyed very much.  The Relief Society also had a party for my and gave me a gift.  I was president of this organization until the time we left.

One of the goals in our lives has been to see that our children were properly educated.  They have had to work to assist themselves, but I has been good for them.  They all attended elementary and jr. high school in Helper.  They all graduated from Carbon High School in Price, except for Alan, who went there for one year and then graduated from Cedar High School.  The girls all graduated from the College of Eastern Utah, and Lee spent one year there before going on his mission.  They all worked some in the store, especially Lee.  The boys had paper routes, delivering the Deseret News.  The girls all did well enough in school t receive scholarships to help with their college education.  Both the girls and the boys had summer employment at the Utah National Parks in southern Utah and they were good to save their money to help with their education.  Kay went to B.Y.U. her junior year before Grandma Broadbent died and lived with her.  This was a big help to all of us.   She finished college, graduating from the B.Y.U. with honors and a degree in Speech and Dramatics after she was married.  We were happy to consent to her marriage to Glen R. Stubbs when they promised that she would finish her education.  Lynda also gradated from B.Y.U.  This was in June, 1963 with a major in history.  She graduated with high honors.  A few years after her marriage she got her Master’s Degree from the same school.  Peggy went her junior year to B.Y.U. before her marriage.  She also kept her promise to graduate.  This she did in 1968 with a degree in Business Management.  It has been our philosophy that girls need an education as well as boys.  It is their insurance in life, as well as making them better wives and mothers.  It should also help them in their church work and every day lives.  I am very proud of my here beautiful daughters.  They have all married return missionaries, and their husbands are all very well educated.  Glen has a Doctor’s Degree in Religious Education; Sherman has a doctorate in Educational Administration and Ray has a Masters in Elementary Education.

During our years in Helper we were very active in the Helper Ward and the North Carbon Stake.  Lynn was bishop for twelve years and on the Stake High Council for another twelve.  He also taught early morning seminary for eleven years.  I taught little children in Sunday School in Peoa, before moving to Helper.  My first job in the Helper Ward was also as a Sunday School teacher, and from 1935-1949 I worked in the M.I.A.  At different times I taught the Bee Hive Girls, Mia Maids, Junior Gleaners, and Gleaner Girls.  I was secretary at one time and also first counselor.  Part of this time Lynn and I worked together in this organization.  At the same time I taught the visiting teacher lesson in Relief Society and was a visiting teacher.  After that I was first counselor to two different Relief Society Presidents, Pearl Dyet and Inez Burgener, from 1949 to 1953.  At that time I had to start working in the store, so I was released.  I enjoyed these positions very much, but I have always enjoyed working in the Relief Society more than any other organization.  Soon after this I was called to work on the Relief Society Stake Board of the North Carbon Stake.  At that time the stake meetings were held on Sunday o I could attend and give my lesson.  I served in this capacity from 1954-1964.  At first I was Visiting Teachers’ Topic Leader, then Social Science Leader, and finally Literature Leader.  One of the things I enjoyed about the stake board was our trips to Salt Lake to Relief Society General Conference.  I like the meetings, which helped us very much in our work.  I also appreciated the sociablility of the sisters with whom I worked.  My sister-in-law Edna was also on the board and we enjoyed going together.  It was while going to conference that I had my first train ride.  If the weather was stormy we went on the D & R G train.  Some of the sisters went on passes, because their husbands were railroad workers.

I gave readings in many programs.  I also participated in the ward and Kiwanis Club plays and in the Carbon County Community Theater.  I was an active member and held offices in the Helper P.T.A. as our children were growing up.  I participated in the Lady Republican Organization.  I served as president in Helper and elected to serve as county vice-pres.  However, we moved to Cedar City before I had time to function actively in that position.  I acted as judge of election in the Helper East District.

Our children were very active in most of the things that transpired in their school and the community.  Their father helped them very much with their talents, but I made costumes, chauffeured them around, and cheered them on.  Kay was a majorette, played the piano, sang, and was in dramatics.   Lee and Lynda were in dramatics, speech, and music.  They participated in many American Legion Oratorical Contests through the state and were active in debate and public speaking in school.  Peggy has a beautiful voice.  She sang and gave readings.  Alan’s activities tended more toward the athletic.  He liked baseball and tennis.  I really liked being with them in all of their activities.

Lynn, Alan, and I moved to Cedar City in August of 1965.  Lynn had to be at Southern Utah State College the second week n September to assume his responsibilities as a German teacher.  We were unable to sell our home in Helper at the time we moved, so we rented it.  We lived in two different rented homes in Cedar City before we bought our own home.  We lived first for a short time in the Alden Heap ome at 446 South 300 West.  We then had an opportunity to rent a better home, which the college had just acquired from a Mr. Tucker.  It was a nice red brick home with a finished basement.  I really like it and enjoyed living there.  We didn’t really need the basement rooms, so we rented them during the school year to students who were attending college.  This made it nice to have the rooms free in the summer when the children came home.

I think some of the experiences that have been special to me have been tending and getting acquainted with my grandchildren.  The summer after we moved to Cedar City, in May 1966, Kay and Glen were transferred to San Jose, California, so I volunteered to tend their children, Diane and the new, beautiful little daughter, Julie Ann, who was just three and one half months old, while they sold their old home in Phoenix and found a new one in California.  I enjoyed them very much, but I was very busy.  Many other things were happening.  Lee returned from his mission while they were there, and Peggy got married.  She and Ray Dean Terry were married June 5, 1966.  We went through the Manti Temple with them and then to a lovely pen house given by his parents, Mr. And Mrs. Dean Terry in the Provo First Ward Chapel.  Again I had to plan and give a wedding reception under pressure.  We wanted to have the reception in Helper; so by letter and telephone, and with the food help of our Helper friends we held the reception there after the honeymoon.  It was held in the Helper Ward Chapel and was very successful.  I will always be grateful to our friends Perl Gardner and Isabell Carr for what they did to help.  I was also thankful for my sister Isabell who again made a beautiful wedding dress for our daughter.  She had previously made the wedding dress which Kay and Lynda wore.  Peggy and I spent a few days with her in Spanish Fork while she made it.  She was a very talented seamstress and did a beautiful job.  Peggy and Ray went immediately to Zion’s National Park to work for the remainder of the summer.  We were glad to have them so close and to be able to do things with them.  Ray was employed as an elementary school teacher in the Granite School District.  Their first home was one on of the older avenues in Salt Lake.

The next summer Lynda and Sherm and Randy came to stay with us while they built a new home in Cedar City. Sherman had been transferred from the Ogden Seminary to become the principal of the seminary in Cedar City.  While they were with us their first daughter, Sherlyn was born; so of course I nursed mother and baby as I had done when I went to Ogden two years before when Randy was born.  I thoroughly enjoyed the three years when they lived so close to us.  Lynda and I did so many things together.  Life was quite interesting watching the children develop and grow.  Lynda taught school for a while and I tended the children.  Sherlyn was a very beautiful little girl.  In 1969 they were transferred to San Diego, Cal.  They moved in August, just a few weeks after another daughter, Christy, was born.  Again I tended mother and baby.

The previous winter I spent a lot of time drawing plans for the new home we planned to build.  We even had an architect make blue prints for us.  We owned a lot on Cedar Wood Terrace; but when Lynda and Sherm needed to sell their home, we decided to buy t instead of building.  Lynn and I had spent many hours helping them paint the home when they were building it, so we were very familiar with the place.  I cried when they left; they had been o much a part of our lives; and I was so attached to the children.

W moved into our new home the first of September, 1969, and have been fixing it up, both inside and out, to make it a beautiful home ever since.  In 1970 I helped Lynn build the block wall.  I carried block, mortar, and striped in between the block.  We made quite a team.  Our home on 222 South 900 West is a very nice three bedroom, two bath home on the main floor.  It has a full basement, made especially to rent for college students.  It accommodates six students, as it also has three bedrooms and a bath.  We have always rented to boys, except for a few summers when we had a young married couple.  This feature of the home has provided a good source of income, but has also been a lot of work for me to keep it clean as the renters move in and out.

After Lee’s return from his mission he went to school for a year at Southern Utah State College and lived at home.  It was nice to have him back.  The next year he transferred to Utah State University in Logan.  He worked with the Forest Service each summer to help with his expenses.  In 1969 he joined the U.S. Navy.  This was during the Viet Nam conflict.  He served fro four years ad the came home and graduated from Utah State University with a B.S. Degree in Range Management.  He got a job witht the U.S. Soil Conservation Service in Fillmore, Utah.  We were glad to have him so close to home again.

Each summer, after we moved to Cedar City, Alan worked for the Utah National Parks, first at Zion’s and later at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.  After graduating from Cedar High School, he attended S.U.S.C. for one year before being called on an L.D.S. Mission to Finland and we were so happy to have the new home for him to come home to.  He returned in October after completing his mission and entered school the fall quarter of 1970 at Southern Utah State College.  His school, however, was soon to be interupted again, as he joined the U.S. Army during the Viet Nam conflict in the fdall of 1971.  He served for two years and came home and finished college, graduating from S.U.S.C. in 1976 with a B.A. Degree with majors in both physical education and German and a minor in botany.  We were so proud and happy to see the last of our children receive his college diploma.  Alan got married while he was in the army, so he had to work hard at many jobs to support a family while finishing school.  He was a clerk at J.C. Penney’s, worked for the Forest Service, and was a waiter at a café in Cedar City in te evenings.  He also capitalized on his skill as a tennis player and taught it for the Iron County School District.  He was and excellent coach.

All of our children have graduated from seminary and the institute of religion and we are proud of this accomplishment.

One summer, while we were still living in the Tucker home, Kay and Glen came to Cedar and lived with us.  They both took a comprehensive course in German from Lynn at the college.  Glen needed a language for his doctorate.  I tended their girls and kept the home first burnings.  Many other summers Diane and Julie, along with little brother David, stayed with us a week or two, while their parents worked for Glen’s degree.  This is good way to get to know your grandchildren.

Alan had been in the army for several months when he came home from his assignment in New Jersey and married his fiancée, Maureena Hansen on the 23 of June, 1972.  He had only about a week of furlough so there was no time for an open house in Cedar.  We accompanied them to the Salt Lake Temple and then to a reception in her home ward in Midvale, Utah that evening.  Maureena’s parents are Wayne and Marilyn Hansen.  We held a dinner in honor of the newlyweds at Harmon’s Café in Salt Lake and invited both families.  Alan was the only one of our children who was not married in the Manti Temple.  This gave me a new experience; I had never been in the Salt Lake Temple.  It is a beautiful place.  They left for New Jersey the next day in the Buick which we had given Alan when he returned from his mission. It was a good car and served them well until he graduated from college in 1976.  They came home to Cedar City to finish school after spending nearly year in Korea, where our grandson, Alma Ray was born.  Life was very interesting and busy for me, with them living in Cedar.  Maureena is a lovely girl and I grew to love her like a daughter.  They had two more children while they were here, Aleena and Jason.  Of course Grandma Broadbent did many things to help Maureena and the babies.  They are beautiful children and I have grown to love them very much.  Maureena’s folks came down often and sometimes stayed in our home; and we learned what a fine family they are.  When Alan graduated he accepted a job with the Crawford Company in Las Vegas, Nevada.  He is an insurance adjuster and has done very well in his work.  They bought a home in North Las Vegas and are happy working in the hurch there.  Again I felt very sad when they moved away; but Las Vegas is not so far and we do get to see them once in a while.

Peggy and Ray had their first baby in November, 1971, an adorable little girl whom they christened Cindy.  I enjoyed going to the home which they own in Hunter, Utah, to help with the baby.  It was so good to see the many friends they have and the respect of the people in their ward.  I went again in March, 1975, when our sixth grandson, Brent, was born.  He was a tiny, premature baby and we all thanked our Father in Heaven for the lives of both mother and baby.  I think it was only with the Lord’s help that they both lived.  They also had a good doctor, Peggy’s uncle, Doctor Jay Broadbent, and he and Ray did call upon the Lord and administer to her at the time.  Peggy and Ray have lived in Salt Lake ever since they were married.  They have always been very hospitable to us and the rest of our family as we traveled to or through the state capital.  We have enjoyed our visits with them.  Lynn had an operation in a Salt Lake hospital in 1972, and we made their home our headquarters while he was there and for the following period of convalescence.  They were so good to us.  Peggy and her family have spent more holidays with us then any of the others.  They have returned home nearly every Christmas and Easter.  It has been fun to have the kids for Christmas.  Southern Utah is a good place to come for a vacation and especially nice at Easter time.  The weather is nearly always good at Red Cliffs Recreational Area, or at Zion’s National Park.  We have had many fun picnics.  They have also gone on a few short trips with us.

On many of our trips Lee was with us also.  He was single for many years before he married.  He returned home for most holidays, furloughs, vacations, and some weekends.  We certainly enjoyed having him with us for so many years.  One special trip we had with him was a two week trip to Canada, with just Lee and Lynn and I.  We were very happy when he found a lovely girl, Marilyn Reynolds, from Vernal, Utah, where he was working, to be his wife.  We were so happy to go through the temple with the last of our children to be married.  Te ceremony took place on the second of June, in the Manti Temple.  After the ceremony we entertained both families at a dinner in a nice restaurant in Ephraim.  The next evening Marilyn’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Glen Reynolds, held a nice reception in the Naples Ward Chapel.  We enjoyed meeting Marilyn’s family and many nice friends.  She and Lee are making their home n Naples at present.  We are looking forward to becoming better acquainted with Marilyn.  Lee works in both Roosevelt and Vernal.