are my parents, Geneva Ethel M. and Herman James, within a year
or so of their marriage. Dad received his Master's in Education, and took the
one new education job available in the state of Utah that year: Principal, Teacher,
Janitor, and General Factotum of the one-room K-12 school on the Ouray-Ute reservation.
I was born in the back room of the trading post, on the coldest day in the middle
of the worst blizzard of the winter of '37. See
my first "shoes."
OBedient Servant on the porch of the grandparent's hand-built home in Layton,
Utah. Within a few steps (Southeast, I think) of this location is the square,
tall, steep-roofed house also built by my grandfather, Franklin Lorenzo S. That
"Old House" was the location of the births of my father and most of
his siblings. It was bare, clean storage during the summer of 1947, the only time
I remember being in it. It had been removed by the time I again visited the place
about your roly-polys. On the lawn at one side of the hand-built brick
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