When Christmas neared everyone went home for vacation. We were the only ones left in the entire building Christmas Eve, and when Warren went to Western Springs, he said, “Lock the door at the end of the hall (big double doors), and don’t let anyone in.” After the children were in bed and everything was quiet I heard a knock at the door. I went to it, very scared, and said, “Who is it?” “Santa Clause” was the answer. “Please don’t be funny,” I said and it was one of the professors who realized how frightened I was. He had brought gifts for the children.

Judy was three when she got her finger caught in the heavy large door entrance into Fowler Hall. The children had been playing in a sandbox. We took her to the hospital, which was just a few blocks away. They put her hand in some green water and Warren and I felt faint as we waited for the doctor to arrive. He sewed it back on (it was hanging by a thread) and fortunately it ended up all right.

It was difficult going to the store when Peter was two because it was on a busy street. I even tried using a harness but felt so silly that I stopped using it. When we would get back with groceries I would pin a note on our grocery bags, addressing it “Handsome” and signed it “Gorgeous." Warren would bring it on up the stairs. I became acquainted with some of the professor’s wives and we often took care of each other’s children during the day hours.

My parents kept all of us in shoes during our seminary days. When they visited they came loaded down with groceries for us. My mother cried the first time she saw where we lived and had to walk through diapers hanging out in the hall. This, my ninth year of doing diapers and they were not the disposable ones.

Warren’s study hall was on the 5th floor of the Administration Building. It gave him a great view of the area and when he heard a fire engine I knew he would be off following it. I remember two large fires in our area and he actually helped at both.

On Sundays we went out to Western Springs. The service was held in the Forest Hills Elementary School so it took many hands to set up for church. Sunday school was held in the hallway. Bill was always mesmerized watching his father preach. He sat so still but the girls were usually giggling and restless while Peter was spitting up. I was always so glad when the service was over. We often stopped at the White Castle on the way home. We even had our Easter dinner there one year. People usually had us over in the summer for cookouts. There were 41 or 61 stop signs on the way to Western Springs. The last year of Warren’s commuting, the expressway opened making it so much easier.