AWAY FROM HOME My dad loved the out-of-doors and traveling by horse and buggy. He would take trips with us children during the summer when we were out of school. He was always devising trips and inviting his relatives to join him. On one occasion, he had invited Mother's sisters who were able to go on a trip to Idaho where Aunt Julia Farley Moore Miller was living. Aunt Ida, who was pregnant and whose husband Chariton was on a LDS mission, traveled along and would barter as money was scarce. Dad had bottles of tonic with him that he used in his barbering. One time he stopped in a location, and a lady said she had a daughter who had a toothache. Dad said if she could help us with some supplies, he would cure the daughter's toothache. This he did by getting out his barber's bottle of tonic and placing some drops on her tooth. In a few minutes the daughter said, "Oh, Mother, my toothache is gone!" And then they were on their way again. What a glorious visit they had when they arrived at Aunt Julia's. When they left Julia's, they headed for Yellowstone Park where Julia's daughter, May Delony, was living. May's husband, William (Will), was serving in the Wyoming State Legislature. They then returned to Ogden before winter set in. CHILDHOOD CHRISTMAS MEMORIES To my sister Ida and me, Christmas was a magical time of year. In that there were several relatives and friends near by, many would often stop in to wish us "Merry Christmas". This tradition extended into our teenage years. My nephew, Richard Lindquist Marriott and niece Shirley with their youthful enthusiasm, brought extra excitement to the Christmas Season. As time passed, I remember one of us asking Grandmother Farley if there really was a Santa Claus? She replied, "As surely as you have a Mother and Father, there is a Santa Claus." On Christmas Eve, we would become exited as we heard sleigh bells and stories of Santa coming in the night. Our Christmas gifts were modest, few, but useful. This was the situation, too, for our friends and relatives who lived in the community--a stark contrast to the desires and demands of children today. We were delighted to see oranges, nuts, and candy canes in our stockings. Our Christmas tree had simple decorations often made by the children. Popcorn strung in strings and strips of paper which we made into loops--one within the other--would help to decorate the tree. A few real lighted candles graced the tree but not too often because of the fire hazard. Sometimes, if we had few gifts, my sister and I would receive a gift on New Year's Day. "Jingle Bells" and "Away in the Manager" were songs I remember best. My father would buy phonograph records of opera and familiar tunes of the day. We had a piano, and we would often