MARRIOTT SHEEP In the spring and fall of the year, we could hear sheep baaing, and we would run down to the nearby corner to see the sheep being herded up or down 12th street. This was always exciting to us to have the sheep so close to Porter Avenue. The sheep dogs were well-trained in keeping the sheep in line as they moved along the road. One relative, Delbert Marriott, ran his sheep on 12th street; but when the canyon became to crowded, trucks were used to haul the sheep. A CARING FATHER My Dad was innovative in providing things to keep us busy and interested. At the northeast corner of our yard fairly close to the house, he placed two planks which connected to a center post. Handles were placed on the planks, and we could use our feet to turn in a circle like a merry-go-round, or we could stand stationary and see-saw up and down like a teeter-toter. CHILDHOOD FRIEND Across from our home was a large field and pasture where one of our neighbors kept cows and horses to graze. As there were few homes and children of our age, my sister Ida and I had one playmate who lived close by, Charlotte "Lottie" White. She was an only child. She was like a sister to Ida and me. We three spent many enjoyable hours playing together. These were happy days and most of our happy times together were made up of our own games of imagination. Formal games and entertainment were scarce. I think of jumping the rope, hopscotch, and we enjoyed making sand castles, roads, rivers, et cetera in the sandbox Father built for us. During the winter we played jacks on the floor in the large kitchen of our house. Though Lottie later moved to California, our friendship has continued throughout our lives. One time when I was talking on the phone to Lottie, she asked if I remembered the times we had popcorn in the evenings. What was left in the morning. Mother would serve to us for breakfast with cream and sugar. There were times that Lottie's mother, Hannah White, would give us treatments on the dining room table. She observed a great deal while working for Dr. Morrison. After Dr. Morrison passed away, his wife went to school and became a very respected osteopathic physician who practiced into her late 80's. Not to be forgotten was the snow slide father made. Each night he would pack snow and water to make a large hill. Steps were chiseled at the rear of the slide to climb up with our sleighs and take a glorious ride 50 feet to the west. Our father delighted in seeing the pleasure provide for his