Saturday, May 22, 2010


At work, we are encouraged to talk with our residents about their lives. The latest note is to talk to them about spring and summer -- to help them to know the season. Also, having them reminisse about what they used to do helps us know how to help them be more at home. The idea is that we are their friends, not just care-givers.

At supper this evening, I was asking one of my ladies about summer and what she did. She didn't have much to say, so I told her about the swing Daddy made for us.

He got 2 telephone poles -- they seems to be about 40 feet long! (my guess now is that they were about 10 feet) Then he connected them with a 4x4 beam with the swing bolted into it with heavy chain and a swing seat of rubber. He dug 2 deep holes in the back yard to plant the swing. When he dug the holes, there was water in the bottoms of them. It seemed to be an underground stream. I wanted to look closer, but I wasn't allowed to. I think I was about 3 or 4 years old.

That was the biggest swing in the neighborhood! It stood until I was in my 20's! Daddy also used it for his pulleys for pulling engines when he worked on cars. I wonder today if that was his main intent and the swing was for us when he wasn't working on the cars?

Daddy was great. I was sure he could do anything!

Telling my lady about the swing and the water in the holes helped her recall her early years and the well at the farm. She said that water was the best, and always cold.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Memories !

At work yesterday, I heard a little girl who was visiting her grandma counting. "Ninety eight...Ninety nine...a Hundred...a Hundred and One...a Hundred and Two..." It brought back the memory of my Second Grade teacher, Mrs. Oler. She taught us that "it is NOT a Hundred, it is One Hundred, and numbers do not have 'and' in them. It is One Hundred One."
I know I'm OLD because I often wonder why they don't teach it that way now and what are they teaching the children.
I'm happy I have lived at the time I have. I know that my dad felt the same way about the way we were taught and the time that he lived.
He passed on in 1976. I wish I had been closer to him and I wish I had know him better. He is my standard of honesty and partly to blame for my warped sense of humor.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Ice cream to keep clean?

Block 2
When I learned to talk, everything started with "Hhh". Since I thought my name was Squeaky, I pronounced it Hehe. Middle name May became Hay. Last name Gayler became Hayler. It got plenty of laughs and I just thought people thought I was cute. I was a gullible child.
My favorite ice cream was straw berry. Knowing this, my mother always ordered a strawberry cone for herself, too. She would eat most of hers and turn to me and say "Look, Mine is the littlest." Being the youngest child at the time, I thought little things were for me. So! I would trade her. Soon, she would turn to me again and say, "Look, mine is the littlest." I would trade again ---and so on. Later in life someone told me she was helping to keep me clean. Yeah, sure!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Once upon a time....

Block 1:
One rainy Saturday in Salt Lake City, an adorable baby girl was born at the LDS Hospital. (ME!) The roof was leaking and there were buckets to catch the water. Is it any surprise that my mother had a post-partum infection? She ran high temperatures for several days after I was born. My father had to take care of me when he was home from work. I was such a good baby. I knew my mama was sick, so I didn't cry. I squeaked! By three days, my Daddy had named me Squeaky. I didn't know I had another name until I started school.

I had older brothers and sisters -- plenty of them. But, that's something else. When the older siblings were at school, I had Mama to myself. We enjoyed each other. Mama would sit at her sewing machine -- She made all of our clothes, except socks and drawers. -- I would sit on the floor beside her, playing with Molly B and Pinky Lee -- My doll and monkey -- which I still have.

We listened to KSOP -- The country radio station in Salt Lake. I still love country music because it makes me think of Mama.