The Power of a Story
2nd East: Memoirs of a Mormon Girl Raised in Dog Town
Preface: I say good-bye to our hometown newspaper by paying tribute to my mom, the woman who gave me the power of a story.
As a child, the click, clack, click of the old manual typewriter was my lullaby. My mother wrote for the local newspaper, "The Iron County Record" for what I lovingly refer to as shoe money. As the mother of seven children, it seems that there never were enough pennies to go around. Mom taught school before oldest brother Kim was born, but she always wanted to be home to raise us. So, that left one pay check- My father was a social worker for the state of Utah and worked two or three other jobs in this field as well. Mom's "shoe money" paid for exactly that shoes... and well whatever else was needed. The pay was little, but it helped us get by... growing up on 2nd east had its privileges and well not "keeping up with the Joneses" was one of them. Four wheelers, boats, and fancy cars were far removed from our existence. Rather, it was who could beat Hugh Cheever in clearing all the snow covered paths or trimming the neighbors' trees. Mom baked bread, mended clothes, and raised us on grandpa's beef. She told us stories, did the laundry, played a mean game of Rook, took us to the theatre, sang "Catch a Falling Star," bore her testimony, read the newspaper daily, provided a listening ear, prayed always, and loved us endlessly. We were her Super Seven! Now a mother of my own fabulous five, I realize my mom was in fact, "Super Woman." How she made that dime stretch- I shall never understand her magic. We were fed home made food- every night. The cookie jar held real cookies, and she never complained. When I was in the fourth grade, my mom returned to the classroom as the speech and drama teacher at Cedar High School. After a few years in this department, she moved to the English department where she taught English and journalism. She continued to bake bread weekly, make home cooked meals, provide a listening ear, and she gained even more children to love! Like me, I think she too misses 2nd East and sounds of the ball park near by, and our dear neighbors. Life was easy when we seven were under one roof and most heartaches and owies could be fixed with a band aid and a kiss. I have learned that mothering is difficult. It is full of sleepless nights, heartache, tears, and lots of prayers. I try to make home cooked meals, bake cookies, tell stories, sing songs, bear my testimony, and help my children find their joy.
Tonight, I will relish the fact that most of my "Fab Five" are still under one roof.... I will kneel to pray and then dream of 2nd east and the click, clack, click of the old manual typewriter as it softly sings me to sleep. I love you mom!
And Just for Fun- Mom's Column from the Iron County Record on August 8, 1975- I was one year old- I chose this one because it is a family favorite served often on 2nd East. And besides, aren't we all praying for summer?
Happy Homemaking Hints by Janet H. Weaver
Tired of punch, soda pop, and other over-used summertime drinks?
Want something really special with lots of zing and refreshing qualities? Summertime Slush could be just the thing you're looking for to add the extra special touch to that picnic or wedding reception. Credit for this recipe goes to my dear mom, Lucile Hofheins of Beaver
Boil for three minutes
2 cups sugar
1 cup water
1 Tbs. gelatin dissolved in cold water
3 cups cold water
2 cups pineapple juice
2 Tbs. lemon juice
pinch of salt
Freeze above mixture (plastic ice cream cartons work well for this). When ready to serve, put frozen mixture in a large container, pour in lemon lime soda pop and slush up thoroughly with a potato masher. Serve immediately. Just make sure you have plenty. I guarantee they'll be coming back for more.