family members and relatives. My father was ingenious, very creative, and he learned to do many things. He was one who was ready to tackle any task. It was interesting to my sister and me when he purchased and brought home wallpaper for the kitchen. Dad would prepare a long table with a container to hold the paste, and Mother would use a wide brush to prepare the paper to be hung. He chose a cheerful style to decorate the kitchen. We were always anxious to see how the kitchen would look with its new coating of paper. Then this procedure would happen again when he felt that the room needed to be done over again. The neighbors and nearby relatives always enjoyed seeing the new wallpaper. AN EARLY OPPORTUNITY One time, my dad suggested he build a small confectionary stand over the ditch that ran alongside our driveway. He felt this was something I could take interest in and yet be close by. This was thrilling news to me. I remember the day when Dad took me to the Jensen Candy Company on the northeast corner of 24th Street and Lincoln Avenue. I was to choose what I would like to sell which consisted of penny candies, candy bars, and a variety of gums. One candy I especially was fond of was a strip two inches long and about 3/4 inch wide of cream-colored taffy with a filling of peanut butter. I had neighborhood children, young adults, and my brothers who bought from my store. I opened the store about the first part of April or May and kept it open after school and on Saturdays through September. I would routinely lock up the store in the evening, and then in the morning I would swish out the store with a bucket of water from the ditch. I would brush down the floor and the platform leading to the door. The store was about six feet from north to south and about four feet from east to west. It was tall enough so that an adult could go in and out easily. On the south side, Dad built a bench where I could lay down if I wished, or if I had cousins or friends come, we could sit inside on the bench. The opening was to the North where the customers could walk up the driveway to come and see the confections displayed on shelves. The busiest days I had in the summer were when Mother would make some of her delicious homemade ice cream. Our best customer was Bishop Miles Jones, later our Patriarch, who would bring a bowl to be filled with ice cream for his wife and himself. There was no sign on the store, but word of mouth soon notified people I was in business. These were happy, carefree days. I also learned to make change, meet people, and keep records of purchases and sales. It was a good experience.