Delmont and Goldie Newman History

History of Delmont Urech Newman and Goldie Adelaide Heath

Compiled from histories written by Goldie Heath Newman about her life and her family, by Bertha Maria Urech Newman about her life and her family, and by Christie Egan Heath about her life and her family. Also includes historical information about Delmont taken from letters to and from his friends and family, missionary records, visits and phone calls by his daughter Adele to his brother Tommy and to other family members. The children of Delmont and Goldie have also contributed memories of their experiences growing up in this wonderful family. 15 July 2005

Table of Contents

Delmont Urech Newman ……………………………………………………………. 4

The Early Years …………………………………………………………………. 4

The Move to Jerome……………………………………………………………….. 6

Fun Times………………………………………………………………………… 7

On the Farm……………………………………………………………………… 8

Family Traditions………………………………………………………………….. 9

Church Service…………………………………………………………………… 10

High School Graduation…………………………………………………………… 10

Missionary Service………………………………………………………………… 10

Mission Tour…………………………………………………………………….. 12

The Trip Home………………………………………………………………….. 13

Home at Last…………………………………………………………………….. 17

First Meeting…………………………………………………………………….. 18

Goldie Adelaide Heath……………………………………………………………. 20

The Early Years………………………………………………………………… 20

Moving to the Edmund’s Farm………………………………………………………. 21

A Growing Family………………………………………………………………. 22

Riding the Leveler……………………………………………………………….. 23

Filling the Hay Loft……………………………………………………………… 23

Farm Work for Everyone………………………………………………………….. 24

Buck School……………………………………………………………………. 26

Sunday Outings in the Ford……………………………………………………….. 27

Lambing Time…………………………………………………………………… 28

Harvesting Wheat………………………………………………………………… 29

Playing with Paper Dolls…………………………………………………………. 29

Leaving the Edmund’s Place……………………………………………………….. 30

Moving to Ammon………………………………………………………………… 31

Actress and Singer……………………………………………………………….. 32

Betty Lou is Born……………………………………………………………….. 33

Ricks College…………………………………………………………………… 34

Teaching at Osgood School………………………………………………………… 37

Climbing Mount Timpanogas……………………………………………………….. 38

1939 World’s Fair…………………………………………………………….. 39

Teaching at Washington School…………………………………………………….. 39

First Meeting……………………………………………………………………. 40

Delmont Urech Newman and Goldie Adelaide Heath……………………………………. 41

Courtship………………………………………………………………………… 41

Preparing for the Draft…………………………………………………………… 42

Working in Washington D.C………………………………………………………. 44

Engagement Announcement…………………………………………………………. 45

Monty’s Job at Ft. Peck…………………………………………………………. 46

Wedding Bells………………………………………………………………….. 46

Married and Moving to Ft. Peck…………………………………………………… 47

First Child……………………………………………………………………… 49

California by way of Bellemont, Arizona……………………………………………. 49

Second Child…………………………………………………………………….. 51

Moving to Bellflower, California……………………………………………………. 51

Third Child…………………………………………………………………….. 52

Fourth Child……………………………………………………………………. 52

Fifth Child…………………………………………………………………….. 53

A Family of Seven………………………………………………………………. 54

A Children’s Playground………………………………………………………….. 57

The Olden Days………………………………………………………………… 58

Building the Rentals……………………………………………………………… 59

Bellflower First Ward……………………………………………………………. 60

Move to Utah…………………………………………………………………… 62

Monty’s Passing…………………………………………………………………. 65

Jordan River Temple…………………………………………………………….. 66

The Move to Sandy………………………………………………………………. 67

Goldie and Christie………………………………………………………………. 69

A Joyous Reunion……………………………………………………………….. 69

Appendix A—Marriage Certificatte and Wedding Day Picture………………………….. 72

Appendix B—Back Matter for Delmont Urech Newman………………………………. 73

Appendix C—Back Matter for Goldie Adelaide Heath………………………………… 78

Appendix D—Monty’s Mission Tour Notes and Trip Home Summary……………………. 85

Appendix E—Goldie’s Trip Across America and the 1939 World’s Fair……………….. 101

Delmont Urech Newman

25 January 1916—11 August 1980

The Early Years

Delmont Urech Newman was born 25 January 1916 at home in Rigby, Jefferson (Garfield) County, Idaho.  He was the fifth of eight children born to Thomas William Newman of Holladay, Utah, and Bertha Maria Urech of Basel, Switzerland.

The Newman family consisted of parents Thomas William (called Papa by his wife and children, and ‘Will’ by everyone else) and Bertha Maria, children William Edward, Hellen Bertha, Rachel Martha, Margaret Evangeline (died at the age of 23 months), Delmont Urech, Hyrum Thomas, Viola, and Isabelle Claire.

Will and Bertha lived in Holladay, Utah, when they were first married in 1909. On occasion, Will had visited his Aunt Mary Ann Martha and her husband, George Godfrey, on their ranch in Rigby, Idaho, in the Garfield area and liked the area very much. After William Edward was born in 1910, and after the harvest season was finished in Holladay, they moved to the Garfield Ward of the Rigby Stake in Idaho. They improved the 40-acre farm and enjoyed the good community spirit in the area where farmers helped each other with machinery and work. They planted a fruit orchard in the spring of 1911 and had crops of grains, hay, and potatoes. While living in Rigby, six of their eight children were born.

At their home in Rigby, the children would play hide and seek in the big apple orchard beside their house. Sometimes they would climb the fence into the neighbor’s yard to get a drink of water from the well. The ‘picture shows’ they went to see were brown and the people moved very fast. The dialogue was not spoken, but was words printed on the bottom of the screen.

When Monty was about four years old, still living in Rigby, (summer 1920) his parents went to town one Saturday afternoon for groceries. Rachel and Hellen were to clean the house and the boys Willie and Monty were to clean the yard. Willie and Monty were playing catch with a silver dollar and the girls joined in for a game of keep away. One time it landed in the straw at the edge of the straw stack. They looked and looked for it but could no t find it. When their parents came home, Papa unharnessed the horses and gave them some hay. The children were upset and Willie told Papa they had lost his silver dollar. Their father said very calmly, “Well, when you find it come in and get your supper.” He meant what he said and they knew it. They looked until the sun went down and stars came out, but couldn’t find it. Papa did the chores, fed the pigs and chickens, milked two cows, and carried the milk to the house where Mama was getting supper. Finally the back door opened and Papa’s voice called them to come in. Mama looked at their long, sad faces but never said a word. Papa said it was time to go to bed, and they all went to bed without supper, crying. The next day was Sunday, and as Willie went out to help with the chores that morning, there in the dirt lay the dollar, shining in the sun.[1]

One time while Hellen was tending Monty (about 4 years old), the children were outside playing around a large pile of rocks. Willie was going to show them how to make sparks fly by laying a piece of a match head on a rock and hitting it with another rock. Sometimes they could feel a sting on their arms and their faces. As they were at the table eating supper that evening, Mama noticed how red Delmont’s face was. And that his eyebrows were singed. Then the truth was told. They all blamed Willie for it.

The Move to Jerome

In January 1921, when Delmont was five years old, the family moved from Rigby to Jerome, Idaho. Then on 26 Jul 1924, when he was eight years old, Monty was baptized as a member of the LDS Church by Joseph P. Price, a High Priest.

In Jerome, the family rented a farm for several years. Isabelle Claire was born 11 May 1924 while they lived on the rented farm. Although there was a water shortage for several years in the valley, with prayer and faith, they were able to manage a harvest in 1924 and 1925. They kept their Rigby farm during this time, and in 1926, when Monty was ten years old, they finally sold the farm in Rigby and bought an eighty-acre piece of land outside Jerome. They moved into a two-story house (the Stoddard place) which was one of several experimental homes being provided for homesteaders to rent while they were building their own home.

While living in the rented home in Jerome, Bill, Hellen, and Rachel walked two miles to the Grandview school in the warm weather. In winter, they rode the horse through the fields. When the snow was too deep to ride through the fields, their mother would wrap large, heated rocks in old blankets and set them on the floor of the one-horse buggy and drive them down the road to school. They would often pick up other children on the way. Eventually, a school wagon came around to take them to the town school. Monty started first grade while living here.

When Monty was twelve years old, he was ordained a Deacon in the Jerome Ward, by his father. The family continued to rent the home in Jerome while they worked to build their own home on their new property. Thomas Samuel and some of Will’s friends helped build the new home. Monty was thirteen years old in 1929 when they moved the family into their new home. They had built the basement and foundation from lava rocks taken from the surrounding area. The boys slept in the rock basement.  There was no heat down there, but they covered up well at night.  There was a large, round wood burning stove up in the living room and a wood stove for cooking in the kitchen.  When they first moved there, they had to go out and gather heaps of sagebrush to use in the large, round stove.  To keep it dry, they stored the sagebrush in a corner of the living room. It was quite a mess. The better wood was used for the stove in the kitchen. In January, 1930, Monty turned fourteen years old and was ordained a Teacher by his father.

            Bill, the oldest son, was six years older than Monty.  He left home in his teens to try his hand at different things. At 26 years old he had been working as a barber, but he left that job to move home and help his father on the farm.  The next year, he again took a job as a barber at a beauty parlor. Later that year he moved to Hollywood, California, to work in a ‘picture show house.’ While there working the machine, it took fire and his hands and clothing were burned quite badly. After he recovered, he moved to Utah and took a job at a service station in Holladay.

Fun Times

            Monty and Tommy, who were two years apart in age and the only boys left at home, did many things together.  Monty liked to go swimming at the swimming hole in the canal with Tommy and their friends.  And for ten cents, they could go to a movie in town.  Being on a farm, there were not really close neighbors, so they would enjoy taking the horses and riding a mile or so over to the Otto’s farm to play with their boys. ‘Stubby’ Otto was Monty’s friend from grade school through his mission. They sat by each other in their grade school classroom.  In their music class, they both sang in the soprano section. Mrs. Prentice, their music teacher, was very strict. They also attended high school together for a while, until Stubby went away to college. But they kept in contact through letters. While Monty was on his mission, he wrote a letter to Stubby’s mother asking her to nudge Stubby to write him back, and he indicated to her that Stubby and he had both had pretty much the same taste in things through the years.  In fact, he said, “we even ‘stepped’ the same girl…”

            As young boys, they would play kick the can and other games.  They enjoyed making stilts and walking around on them.  They also liked to tie cans to the bottom of their shoes and try walking around.  They loved to play in the dirt on the ditch banks and make roads and tunnels for make-believe cars.  Using a stick, they liked to roll an old tire rim down the road.  They would enjoy running down the road rolling the rim with the stick to see how far they could keep it rolling.  In winter, there were “zillions” of rabbits on the property.  The rabbits moved slower in the colder climate, so the boys liked to get on their horses and ride out and chase the rabbits around.  They also enjoyed ice-skating on the frozen canals and ponds, and loved to get on skis behind the horses and have the horses pull them along in the snow on the side of the road.  One time, while they were being pulled behind the horses, Monty got one of his skis caught in the barbed wire fence and was brought to a quick stop. No serious damage done. As they got older, they attended lots of dances at the church. They did not go on many dates, but there were many group activities with friends. In March 1934, Monty was ordained a Priest in the Jerome Ward.

On the Farm

            On the farm they grew hay and grain, and also tried sugar beets.  They did not grow potatoes because the market prices were too unstable.  Everyone in the Newman family had their own chores. Besides plowing, planting, thinning, weeding, harvesting, and bailing, they had to milk the cows, feed the pigs and chickens, gather eggs, and churn the butter from the cream.  Often, when they had extra eggs or milk, they would take it to the store and trade it for other groceries.  The USDA eventually put an end to that practice.

            In the winter, there were some sheepherders who would pay for hay and the use of the farm for their sheep to graze.  Sometimes they would give Monty and Tommy the bum lambs to care for (These were lambs whose mothers had either died or would not accept the lambs).  The boys would have to hand-feed and care for the lambs and it was a lot of work.  Monty and Tommy often went hunting for pheasant and duck out on the farm.  They used 410 single-shot shotguns.  While they lived on the farm, the family would butcher their own beef and pork.

            Since they lived close enough to town, Monty and the other children attended the Lincoln school in Jerome for grades one through eight. They then attended ninth through twelfth grades at Jerome High School.  One teacher named Lilly Prentise was very strict and everybody was afraid of her. There were no physical education classes in school, but there were athletics held after school.  Monty and Tommy were not usually able to participate because there was not time with all the chores to be done at home.  Sometimes, they would even have to leave school early to get all their chores done.

Besides horses, their earliest transportation was a Model “A” Ford.  The roads were not good roads and the tires were not made to later standards.  On a trip to Salt Lake City one time, they had to take three or four spare tires with them, besides carrying their own gasoline.  Another time, Will took Tommy and Monty fishing up over Galena summit.  They had quite a time getting the old Model “A” to go up over the summit.  The old Ford didn’t have much power so they had to carry rocks along with them to put under the wheels when the car slowed down, so it wouldn’t start rolling back down the mountain.

            Monty and Tommy loved to go fishing.  Their main fishing hole was down at the Snake river.  They would climb right over the rim and down over the rocks, down to Arga Falls to fish.  Mostly they just caught trash fish such as suckers and chubs.  But once in a while someone would catch a trout.  That was always a thrill.  They didn’t have fishing poles, so they took their line and hooks with them.  Then when they got to the fishing spot, they would cut off a willow branch to use for a fishing pole.  Once, after Monty was married, he came up to Idaho for a visit and he and Tommy and some others went out on a boat on Magic Reservoir. Monty had a little silver lure and it was that little lure that was catching all the fish.  Nobody else was catching anything, and Monty was having a great time.[2]

Family Traditions

            Holidays were generally celebrated at home with the family.  For Valentine’s Day, all the school children made valentines at school to give to each other.  For Thanksgiving, the family sometimes bought and butchered a turkey, and other times purchased a store-dressed turkey or had a ham.  Mother did a lot of cooking and baking—pies, bread, puddings, etc.  At Christmas they opened presents in the morning and had a big Christmas dinner in the afternoon.  They didn’t usually open any gifts on Christmas Eve but the children put their own stockings out with their names on them.  Bertha was sometimes disappointed because she was not able to give the children many toys for Christmas.  Family birthdays were usually celebrated with a homemade birthday cake.

Church Service

            Monty’s family was very active in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (the LDS Church).  His father, Will, served in the bishopric and also served on the High Council in Jerome.  His mother Bertha, served in Relief Society and other organizations and taught early-morning seminary.  The boys collected fast offerings and served in the deacon and teacher’s quorums.  When the LDS Church first wanted to build a meetinghouse in Jerome, the city said they could have the land if they would clear away the huge pile of lava rocks that was on the road.  So they hewed the rocks and used them to build the meetinghouse.  President Heber J. Grant came to dedicate the Jerome building when it was finished.

High School Graduation

Monty was a quiet young man and had a great sense of humor. He was very intelligent and he knew what was right. He was a hard worker. He graduated from Jerome High School on 23 May 1935 at the age of nineteen. He and Tommy lost a year in school when the family made the move from Rigby to Jerome. After high school, he lived for a short while with his Aunt Cecelia and Uncle Parley in Salt Lake City while he attended LDS Business College for the fall term. His mother and brother, Bill, drove down from Jerome and brought Monty a birthday cake for his twentieth birthday in January 1936.

Missionary Service

            Monty was ordained an Elder in the Church on 26 April 1936. Then on 27 Oct 1936, when he was twenty years old, Monty was called to serve as a missionary in the Swiss and German Mission and he accepted the call. His parents were pleased. Switzerland was his mother’s birthplace, and his father had served a mission there thirty years earlier.  He reported to the Mission Home in Salt Lake City on 14 November 1936 and received his Temple Endowment a week later. His was set apart as a missionary by Stephen L. Richards on 3 April 1936 and he sailed 9 Dec 1936 on the SS Berengaria from New York to Southampton, England. The trip took six days. From Southampton he was ticketed to London and then to Hamburg, where he took a train to Hanover, Germany.

After a couple of weeks in Hanover, he was transferred to Uelzen, Germany, a town he referred to as a very poor community. He served 4-1/2 months there and transferred 19 May 1937 to Herzogenbuchsee, Switzerland, where he served seven months. From there he was transferred 8 Dec 1937 to Burgdorf, Switzerland, where he served two months. He was then transferred 13 February 1938 to Bern, Switzerland, where he served 8 months.  On May 12th, while serving in Bern, Monty had an attack of appendicitis. He became violently ill that night and was diagnosed with appendicitis the next day. He had surgery on the 14th and was in the hospital ten days. Monty’s brother Tommy, coincidentally, also had an attack of appendicitis while on his mission in Hawaii at the same time, and also had his appendix out.  When Monty returned home from his mission, the two boys compared scars.  Monty had a small scar from his surgery, while Tommy had a great big one.

On 14 November 1938, Monty received a letter of transfer to the Basel Mission Office to be the mission bookkeeper, where he finished out his mission (He had sent mail from and received mail at the mission office address as early as 29 February 1938. Possibly he had helped with the bookwork in the mission office on several occasions prior to being called to serve there on a full-time basis.)

            Shortly after he arrived in Hanover, Germany, Monty received a letter from his father informing him of how the family was doing and wishing him a Happy New Year. In the letter, he also counseled his son to “take good care of your health, keep your feet dry and warm” and also “to be prayerful and get the Spirit of your mission. Be humble and prayerful and the Lord will guide you in the filling of your mission.” 

Monty corresponded frequently with friends and family. One of his close friends was Thomas B. McKay,  the son of Monty’s mission president, Thomas E. McKay. (Thomas E. McKay was the brother of President David O. McKay.) Monty received at least one letter from his Grandmother Newman, letters from his parents, brothers, sisters, ward members, and at least eight letters from Uncle John Wells (one was written by Aunt Margaret Newman Wells). He served in the mission with Joseph B. Wirthlin (later Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin, of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles) On Sunday, 4 June 1939, Elder Newman and Elder Wirthlin traveled together by train to Mulhausen. There they studied together in the park for an hour before the Sunday School meeting they were to attend began. Monty had been there before and was glad to once again meet some of the members he had known. After Sunday School they had dinner at a member’s home (Brother Währer) and then attended their Sacrament Meeting, where both Elder Newman and Elder Wirthlin spoke. Afterwards, they returned to Basel on the 8:25 pm Budapest-Paris train.

Mission Tour

Prior to returning home from their mission, it was the custom to allow the exiting missionaries an opportunity to travel throughout the mission. Following a pre-planned agenda, Monty and two other Elders began their tour on Monday, May 4th (1939) and traveled until May 26th. The trips usually began at the mission home in Basel and went out to different towns and areas, staying a night or two and then returning to the mission home. Following is a short excerpt from one day of these tours:

            “Monday, May 8—Slept like a log last night and just at seven they hammered on the wall and woke me up. We just had 20 minutes to get dressed, wash, and catch the train. Still, we did it somehow and got on the train out of the place all right. It was raining cats and dogs this morning and we could not see very much, but it was the same just about everywhere else, too.

            “We traveled all morning and went down to Ziegelbrücke where we had to wait 20 minutes for a train to St. Moritz. Arriving in St. Moritz at 12:50, we looked for a restaurant, hotel stickers and the like, but the whole town was closed up as it is off season right now. We did find a plate of spaghetti in a beer hall and had a bite to eat before going farther. We left at 2:30 for Pontresina and Compocologna over the Bermina railway. This is supposed to be the highest railroad in the world.

“We were greatly surprised to see the girls get on at Pontresina and so we had a gay time from there on. It was a very beautiful trip up through the mountains and we saw some wild animal life along the way. The snow was very deep up on the mountain pass and some of the drifts were higher than the train. It was snowing as we went over, too. We arrived in Compocologna at about 5:30 and while the girls had a bite to eat, we walked around and picked a few wild flowers and even set foot on Italian soil. The guards at the line would not let us take their picture, though.

“We took the train back to Poschiavo where we stayed the night. Bought some bread and cheese and had a bite to eat before going to bed. It was wonderful riding through these mountains with the clouds hanging low and letting you glimpse the peaks now and then through a little rift in them. The hill sides are very steep and green and covered with pines and waterfalls. There was even a lake here in the tops of the mountains.”

The traveling Elders were back to the Mission Home the evening of May 26th. Monty cleaned up and had a nice visit with President McKay. By June 3rd, he was writing letters and cleaning clothes and doing odd jobs as he began to prepare for his trip home to Idaho. On Thursday, 8 June 1939, Apostle Joseph F. Smith visited the mission for a few days. He spoke in a couple of meetings and Monty was very impressed with his remarks on the Three Degrees of Glory and with his advice to the missionaries about going anywhere alone. He took notes in shorthand.

A few days before his release, Monty visited his Grandmother Urech and his Grandfather Urech’s grave, his Aunt Pauli and her husband Trello, and friends he made while serving on his mission. He had a nice visit with President McKay on Wednesday, June 20th, and packed his bags that evening and went to bed.

The Trip Home

Early on the 21st of June, the missionaries sat around the table together for breakfast (at the mission home). President  McKay presented him with his official release letter (which had been dated June 18th—three days earlier) in the presence of all of the others—including Apostle Smith, who gave him his blessing and wished him well. He left the mission home at 8:00 am and took the train for Frankfurt. They all came down to the station to see him off, and gave him chocolate just as the train was pulling out. They waved until out of sight.

He ate supper at the Mission Office in Frankfurt and stayed the evening at a member’s home. From there he took the train to Berlin and stayed with friends there the night (June 22nd). The next morning he toured around Berlin and did some shopping. He took some pictures and purchased some film, a cuckoo clock, and a barometer.  He then took the train to Sassnitz, Germany, and from there a boat to Trolleborg, Sweden, then a train to Malmö, where he stayed the night (June 25th.) Next morning he booked his ticket for the ocean voyage home, then arranged his trip over to Paris and London. He left Malmö on the ferry for Köpenhagan and stayed in a hotel that night. Next day, he “rode the train right out onto the boat and across from Denmark to Germany.” Again, he stayed in a hotel there in Hamburg, Germany. From there he took the train to Rotterdam—a twelve hour ride.

Monty left for Paris the next day and arrived about 7:00 in the morning (June 30th.) Here he checked his bags at the station and was recommended to a nice, cheap hotel for only 50 francs (about a dollar and a half). But that was about a dollar and a quarter too much for his pocket. He looked around and found one cheaper, but a little worn out, for 18 francs a day. He stayed in Paris a week–until July 7th. While there, he noted that he was a bit disgusted with the way Paris women paint themselves up. He got a guide booklet and walked around a lot seeing the sights. He went to church in the Madelaine, and he went to the Eiffel Tower. It cost 15 francs to go to the top, 1 franc for an ice cream cone, 9.5 francs for a meal, 1.50 francs for some buns and 1 franc for some milk. His note indicates he spent well over his dollar for that day. The morning of July 4th he walked around and looked at things, visited the park for a while and watched the “famous Paris women as they went by. Bash! Good old America for me.”

He visited the Louvre museum, but indicated after spending an hour there that it just didn’t appeal to him any more after Italy. He made plans to leave the next day for London. He remarked, “Have decided to go to London tomorrow as I might just as well wait there where I can understand something as to wait here where I have seen everything and understand nothing.” The boat to America was to leave on July 13th.

Friday, July 7th, he purchased a bottle of French perfume for his cousin, Margaret Alice Eccles. He noted that he had been “buying some buns and tomatoes to eat lately and so, feel great. I believe that I am loosing weight, though. I feel a lot thinner, anyway.” He got his bags to the station about 10:30 in the morning and bought some buns with the rest of his French money. The train arrived in Calais, where he boarded a boat to cross over to London. The crossing took an hour and a half, and Monty felt just a little sea sick on the voyage. Just before they pulled in to Dover, he got the hiccups and had to eat one of the buns he purchased to get rid of them. In London, he had five dollars left in his pocket. He checked his bags and went to look around. As he notes,

“Walked quite a bit and late into the night. Didn’t even bother to look for a hotel as I must save as much as possible, and so slept on a bench in Trafalgar Square. It was quite cold and it sprinkled a bit. But with my raincoat, it wasn’t so bad. There were about ten benches along there and every one was taken by a fellow asleep—unemployed.

“Well, at five a.m. I started walking around again and as soon as the stores opened, I purchased a bit of breakfast. At noon, went back to Victoria Station and at three, called up the British Mission office and asked if they had a place to go. They did. Went first to the Mission Office at 5 Gordon Square and an Elder took me around to the place where I was going to stay. There were already two released East German missionaries there. I went to bed and slept the clock around. Got up at nine and went down to breakfast. It certainly felt good to eat again. We went out to Hounds Ditch and Petticoat Lane this morning and watched the Jews sell. It was just like a market day and carnival all rolled into one…”

He saw some more of London that day and spent the night there again. The next day (July 10th) he dashed out to Buckingham Palace and watched the changing of the guards. With the other two recently released missionaries, he saw a little more of London and checked on the accommodations on the U.S. Lines and had a bite to eat. Monty then washed up and went to bed. On Tuesday, the 11th, he had breakfast with four other Elders that were also waiting for the boat home. He got a hair cut and then went to see Westminster. He saw the House of Commons and the House of Lords, then went to see the museum and then to dinner with the other Elders. They went to a street meeting in Hyde Park that evening. Even though there were hecklers on both sides, the Mormons had the largest crowd. The next day was his last day in London. He went over to the Mission office where he had a letter from Margaret Heward. He saw Sister Dixon—“she is certainly not hard to look at!!” He met Elder Petty and they got his bags on the boat and they had dinner together and went to a show.

On the 13th, his last day in England, Monty and Elders Barclay and Fitzgerald  walked around until late afternoon. They were all broke and were saving their appetites for the boat. That afternoon they met the other Elders and went to an English play, “Of Mice and Men”, by John Steinbeck. Afterwards, they checked at the mission office for mail and said ‘Good-bye’ and at 7:30 p.m. left the Melbourne Hotel on the U.S. Lines’ bus for the Waterloo Train Station. The train took them to Southampton, where they boarded the boat, which pulled out about 1:30. He noted that it wasn’t as smooth sailing as expected, but the three fat meals were excellent. He went to a show on board about 11:00 am and then had a nap after dinner. He did a little star gazing that evening and went to bed. The second day he and the others were feeling a little ill due to the rough seas. But they felt better after a while and began to enjoy the trip again. As Monty words it, “Up late as usual and dashed up to breakfast. The way we eat, one would think we put in 16 hours of hard manual labor all day. But as it is, we just eat and sleep.” They went to a few shows, played some shuffleboard, and ate a lot. The last day on board, the Elders visited the captain’s bridge and were shown how the ship was run. They were told there was over five million in gold on board.

On Thursday, July 20th, the ship landed at New York and by 8:00 a.m. they were ashore. There were seven Elders and they all wanted to go to Palmyra to attend the big meetings and celebration there over the 24th of July. They checked their bags and pooled their money to rent a car. That evening they stayed at the Y.M.C.A. and left in the car the next morning (July 21st), arriving at Palmyra that evening about 8 o’clock. There Monty saw some of his friends and his cousin, Margaret Alice Eccles. That evening he stayed with his friend Raymond at the Cumorah Farm. The next day was Saturday and the Elders visited the Sacred Grove to attend some of the meetings being held there. They visited some of the LDS Historical sites such as the Joseph Smith home and the Whitmer home, then said their good-by’s to Margaret and the others and got back in their car to head for New York, with Monty at the wheel.  They took turns driving all night and arrived back in New York at 8:00 Sunday morning.

On Monday, Monty went to the New York World’s Fair with some of the Elders and went through several of the buildings, then saw the Utah Day Celebration that evening. They went back the next day and saw all they wanted to see of the Fair, then went to a show that evening. (Goldie had been at the World’s Fair a month earlier.) They stayed in a room that night and drove back to the Pennsylvania Station the next morning. Monty’s train left for Washington about noon on Wednesday, July 26th, and rode through the night until 4:00 the next morning. He was stiff and sleepy when he arrived, but looked over some of the city, took a nap under a tree, had something to eat, and got back on the train about 3 o’clock and headed for Chicago. The train traveled all day and all night and arrived in Chicago about 8 o’clock the next morning (Friday, July 28th.) After looking over the city and going to a show, he made reservations to take the steamer locomotive to Denver. The train pulled out, arriving in Denver on Saturday morning, July 29th, about 9:20 a.m. Monty stayed the night in Denver and left the next morning for Salt Lake City, passing through Provo about 6:00 in the morning of July 31st and continuing on to Salt Lake City, where it arrived at 8:00 that morning.

Home at Last

Monty took a bus out to his Aunt Ethel’s house where she and Lee and Parley were all so happy to see him. He had lived there for a while when he attended the LDS Business College prior to going on his mission. Monty visited a while with Ethel and her son, Lee. He then bathed and changed into some clean clothes. His journal indicates that as he was just coming out into the living room, adjusting his tie, he “received the shock of my life—there were the folks in the living room!! It set me back on my heels a bit, but was I glad to see them. Mother, Dad, Isabelle, Hellen, and William were all there. Uncle Parley came a few minutes later. We certainly had a spiffy automobile Ford V8. Had dinner at Uncle Parley’s and spent the afternoon visiting people. Meant to sleep in my old bed at Aunt Ethel’s, but they left me out at Uncle Bert’s with Bill.”

The next day, 1 August 1939, the family drove back home to Jerome. Monty visited friends and family for a few days, wrote letters, unpacked and got settled. He helped out on the farm with the chores and with hoeing and picking the beans. He helped out at the Jerome Fair and taught classes in the ward and gave his homecoming talk in Sacrament Meeting.  He went rabbit hunting with his brothers and friends, and he went fishing and swimming and he went to a Church dance. His last missionary journal entry, dated 30 August 1939, indicates that the war situation seems to be getting worse—it looks like war might come.

            Monty had served in the Switzerland-German Mission for two and a half years. He received his release letter, which was dated 18 June 1939, on 21 June 1939. After leaving the mission field, he actually arrived home in Jerome, Idaho, on 1 August 1939 and reported his mission in Stake Conference. President Adamson asked him to bear his testimony in German and his mother translated. In January 1940 Monty was called to serve as a Stake Missionary in the Blaine Idaho Stake and served there until 10 April 1941.

Monty helped his father on the farm raising beans the summer when he returned home from his mission.  He had attended LDS Business College[3] in Salt Lake City during the winter term in 1935-1936, before leaving on his mission. So when, in the fall of 1939, a job opened for Deputy County Tax Collector in the Jerome County Treasurer’s office, he was well trained for the work and was hired. He worked for the County Tax Collector, Mr. Kennedy and held the position from fall 1939 until March 1941. During the time when he worked in the tax office during the year, he also helped on the farm as he could.

First Meeting

Monty attended his Church meetings and the Church activities for the Young Men and Young Women in the area. It was in October 1940 (probably Friday, the 25th) that he attended an M-Men and Golden Gleaner Halloween Party at the Thompson’s home in Jerome. At the party he sat by a lovely young lady who was new to the area. He visited with her during the evening and learned she was a school teacher at Washington Elementary School in Jerome. Her name was Goldie Heath.

Goldie Adelaide Heath

16 November 1917 – 9 Mar 2002

The Early Years

Goldie Adelaide Heath was born 16 November 1917, the first child of Grover Davies Heath of Prospect, Bingham County, Idaho, and Christie Egan Heath of Shelton, Bonneville County, Idaho.  Goldie was born in Shelton, Prospect township, Idaho.[4]  Her mother’s great-grandfather, Howard Egan, had been a major in the Nauvoo Legion and a guard of the Prophet Joseph Smith.  He was captain of the ninth ten of the group of 144 pioneers who first came into the Salt Lake Valley with Brigham Young in 1847.[5]  Goldie’s father’s great-grandfather, Thomas Grover, was appointed to the High Council as recorded in the Doctrine and Covenants section 124, verse 132.   These and many others of Goldie’s ancestors crossed the plains with the Saints before the coming of the railroad to the Salt Lake Valley.  Her grandparents on both sides homesteaded around the Willow Creek and Ririe, Idaho, areas to help build the irrigation canals and roads and bridges, clearing sage brush, building log cabins, churches and schools.

Fortunate to be alive, Goldie was born two months premature and weighed only four and a half pounds.  Her mother Christie, who was shy, had come out in the yard and when she saw some men approaching, turned to go back in the house so she wouldn’t be seen in her pregnant condition.  But as she looked back over her shoulder, she took a false step and fell.  Labor began and Goldie was delivered at home by Dr. Price of Ririe, with a midwife, Mrs. Josephine Newman, in attendance.  At first Goldie suffered oxygen deficiency, but she was preserved.  She had colic the first three months, and to quiet her crying, her parents walked the floor with her and also found it would help to take her for rides in the Buick automobile. Goldie was blessed in the Shelton Ward on 3 Feb 1918 by her grandfather, Erastus Howard Egan.

It is interesting to note that at this time Grover and Christie were living in the Shelton (Willow Creek) area in the same ward as Christie’s parents, Erastus Howard and Alice Moss Egan. Also living in that ward were John Henry Newman and his wife Josephine, who assisted in Goldie’s birth. John Henry was the grandson of Joseph Newman and Elizabeth Hughes, through their son John Oscar Newman. John Oscar’s brother was Thomas Samuel Newman, the grandfather of Goldie’s future husband, Delmont Urech Newman. Josephine and Alice were dear friends who served together in the Relief Society. Josephine was second counselor to Alice in the Shelton Ward (Willow Creek area). Alice and Josephine had visited the sick and cared for birthing mothers many times. Alice had been called to serve as a mid-wife and Josephine may have been, as well.

Moving to the Edmund’s Farm

In the spring of 1918, the family of three moved to a 180-acre farm in the Shelton area, which they rented from Mr. Edmunds.  It was about one half mile north of the home where Goldie had been born (which Clifford later purchased when he married Margaret Blake).  Grover sharecropped the Edmund’s farm for rent for twelve and a half years.  The back yard there was small—maybe ten by fifteen feet.  A washhouse adjoined the back yard of the house, and an icehouse next to that. There was an out house just northwest of the washhouse, a screen porch the full width of the house on the south and north sides of the house, a garden spot east of the house, and a root cellar southwest of the washhouse. In the spring, they would sit in the doorway of the icehouse as they cut potatoes for seed.  There was a narrow, deep irrigation canal, which ran north to south of the home and went through a cement flume to cross over the wide, fast-flowing irrigation canal, which ran east and west of the home. Apple trees grew along the north-south canal by the garden spot. Goldie and the other children liked to swim in the canal on hot, summer afternoons. Often, her Aunt Margaret (Clifford’s wife) would join them. Goldie liked to float or swim from the flume at her corner down to Aunt Margaret’s corner where the canal turned east to follow the highway. Clifford’s house was about a half mile to the south.  He had a barn for grain and cars, and another barn for cows and hay.

A Growing Family

The four-room frame house was fine at first, but it grew a little crowded when three more children arrived. Wendell, born 26 April 1919, and Ersel, born 22 February 1921, slept in a double bed.  Emery, born 15 July 1922, and Goldie slept in a three quarter bed.  Grover and Christie had the other bedroom.  The living room was also a dining room.  The kitchen had a small metal cabinet, a large kitchen coal stove with a warming oven above, and a reservoir for heating water.  The family generally ate at a small kitchen table.  Drinking water was carried in from a small ditch along side the back yard.  The farm was located a half mile from the road where the power line was.  Putting power to the place was too expensive for Mr. Edmunds, so the twelve and a half years they lived there they had a gasoline lamp with a stained glass shade and beaded fringe, which hung in the ceiling of the kitchen.  Coal oil lamps were carried to the bedrooms. A potbelly stove warmed the living room. Goldie was an avid reader. Many evenings she would read by the light of the coal oil lamp in the bedroom.

Riding the Leveler

Before a field could be planted it had to be cleared of clods and soil lumps.  As a young girl, Goldie would ride on the leveler as her dad prepared the plowed field for planting.  It was very dusty.  Two horses were hitched to a frame and they pulled the leveler over the plowed and raked field to break up clods and smooth the land for planting seeds.  When hay was ready to cut, Grover would cut it and Wendell, Ersel, Emery or Goldie would ride the horse-pulled rake down the row of hay that was just cut by the mower.  This would bunch the hay so it would dry and could later be picked up and carried by slips or a wagon to a haystack or to the red barn, which they used to keep hay for their cows and horses.

Filling the Hay Loft

To get the hay into the high-gabled red barn, the wagonload of hay was situated on the east end of the barn.  A steel cable was fastened to a large gripping Jackson fork, which was strung through a pulley to the floor of the west end of the barn.  That end was hooked to a “single tree” and that was hooked to a horse’s harness.  At a single yell from the front, one of the children would lead the horse a few yards away from the barn, pulling the fork full of hay up into the barn to slide on a rod, and be released in an appropriate spot. The horse would back down and the fork was let down for another load until the wagonload was empty.  Wendell caught his hand in the cable pulley once and it left him with scars and stiff fingers.

The cows were pastured in the fields.  In the winter, they were kept in the corral and fenced around the barn.  Inside the south side of the barn were stanchions where the cows were brought and a bar brought down to hold their head in place while they were being milked.  Hay was stored in the upper area.  The four children loved that big red barn.  It was fun to play in the hay when the loft was full.  But then it was fun, too, when it was empty.  The children roller skated on the smooth wooden floor.  Goldie liked to climb up the ladder way up to the small window in the gables—the one the cable was strung through.  She’d gaze out on the surrounding barnyard, the house and the fields and just love it!  Then, too, she was close to the pigeon roost in the center top.

Farm Work for Everyone

While they lived on the farm they all worked. They had milk cows, chickens, geese, turkeys, and pigs. The children could earn money for odd jobs.  First it was ten cents to go after the cows down in the field, or thirty-five cents to clean Margaret’s chicken house, or rake her front lawn in the spring.  Goldie would run the one-horse rake down the field of mowed hay.  Then men would flip the hay in a pile to dry before stacking it.  When they lived in Ammon, Goldie weeded potatoes and thinned and weeded beets for ten dollars an acre.

The kids would get up at five a.m. to thin and weed beets and potatoes.  They accepted it as their job.  It was hard, sweaty work, but Goldie was glad for the experience later.  They would mark off rows to do and keep hoeing away to finish them.  Potato vacation meant three weeks of picking potatoes—at two-and-a-half cents a basket, five cents a sack.  When Goldie was a junior in high school, she and her mother picked and made all of eighty-three dollars in those three weeks.  At that time she was sixteen and her mother was forty-three and suffering from painful stomach ulcers. One year Goldie had some friends over for a Halloween party and they made candy and had games.  Her mother had made her a black and orange cambric costume for the occasion, which she really liked.

Idaho winters were severe.  One photo shows Goldie standing on the snow which was piled so high by the wind and snow plows that her head almost touched the telephone wires of their smaller pole and line system leading up the lane to their house.  School buses were horse-pulled when it was too bad and the drifts were up and down.  It was fun to get on skis behind a sleigh or horse and swing around in the snow-covered fields, or jump the drifts in the half-mile lane up to their “house on the hill.”  When spring came, they were all thrilled to see the first blades of grass as the snow in the lane ran rivulets.  Easter was special because it meant an Easter hike or picnic in the hills.  It was so good to have winter over.  Life on the “hill” was hard.  Goldie spent three of her four high school years there, and for all her play practices after school she walked the two-and-a-half miles home for six weeks.

The house where they lived was inadequate. It had no indoor plumbing, the living room, kitchen, and dining room were all one room, and there were three bedrooms for seven people–three boys in one, two girls in one, and parents in one.  Snow came in under the closed-off door and water was frozen in the washbasins in the morning.  The water pump and the outhouse were outdoors. Water was diverted from the canal that ran by the apple trees, into a small ditch. This water was dipped into buckets and carried into the house to fill a hot water reservoir in the kitchen stove and to set on a washstand near the washbasin, for drinking water. On the plus side, Goldie loved the view over the fields from the upper bridge lining the eastern edge of their farm.  It was the last farm at the edge of un-irrigated sagebrush dry farm land.  It was so pretty.  Many years later the sagebrush would be cleared and wells dug and subdivisions of beautiful homes would be built above that canal.

On washday, Goldie’s mother would place two large, copper boilers on top of the coal range. White clothes were always boiled to whiten them. All the clothes were washed once, then wrung out and washed a second time. They were then put through two washtubs of rinse water. When Goldie was small, the washer was a wooden one that worked by pushing a wooden arm back and forth to turn the center agitator. Later, they had a Maytag powered by a gasoline motor. The clothes were ironed with a flat iron that was heated on the kitchen stove.

While living on the Edmunds farm from 1918 through about 1930 the family had a garden and apple trees.  Their garden was east of the house, between the canal and the house.  A row of six apple trees bordered the east side of the garden.  They were right along the edge of the canal.  Oh, how juicy and delicious those apples were!  School kids would hit the over-hanging branches with sticks, knocking apples into the water. Then they would follow the floating apples to a partial dam down near the bridge that went from the road over onto their property, where they would kneel down on the bridge and reach down into the water to rescue their apples.

Buck School

Goldie began attending Buck School in September 1923, two months before her sixth birthday. Her teachers were Miss Burtenshaw (first grade), Aunt Margaret (2nd through 4th grades), Mr. Olsen (5th through 7th grades), and Mr. Furlong (part of 7th and all of 8th grade). The school was a two-room country school where her father had also attended when he was young. When Goldie was six years old, her grandfather, William Adolph Heath, died 3 December 1923, and her grandmother, Alice Moss, died 8 Aug 1924. In February 1926, Evan H. Jenkins baptized Goldie a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Buck School was across the road (Yellowstone Highway) from their home so it was convenient for the children to come home for lunch. During the summertime, when no children were there to play in the schoolyard, the pigweeds would grow about two feet high. Christie would have Wendell and Goldie go over and pick the pigweeds –“but not the ones with silver backed leaves.” The weeds were cleaned and cooked for dinner. They tasted rather like spinach.

There were two rooms in the school—the “little room” for grades one through four, and the big room for grades five through eight.  The first was made of quarried rock (tan) with tall windows on the south and west.  It had a big round metal stove in the southwest corner and black boards on the other two walls.  There was an entrance door separating the two black boards and two cloakrooms on the north wall.  In the ceiling of that entry way was the big belfry through which hung a rope fastened to a large bell.  The rope was pulled to call the children to school at 9:00 a.m., to ring at noon and to ring at recess.  It could be heard miles away.

The first four grades were in the “little room” a row or so to a grade.  Each subject for each grade would have their turn with the teacher while the other children studied. Out in the schoolyard they played on the merry-go-round, swings (later the swings were removed), and teeter-totters. They also played hopscotch, jump rope and marbles. In winter they played fox and geese and ice skated on the canal. If they stayed indoors, they played beanbag toss in teams, musical chairs (with singing, since they had no piano), and arithmetic board games.

After recess the teacher would read to them from Black Beauty or other classics while they relaxed after a strenuous recess of marbles or merry-go-round or baseball—or in the winter, fox and geese.  Often they would play indoor games such as toss the beanbag and they would sing songs.  Goldie’s Aunt Margaret—Clifford’s wife—taught her in the second, third, and forth grades.  Margaret and Clifford lived in the house where Goldie was born, a quarter mile south of the school.

The “big room” in the school was a frame building with rows of windows on the east and west and a big round stove for heat.  The teacher was also the janitor.  They had double seats in the fifth grade side of the room.  A bookcase was in the southwest corner.  There was an old set of Books of Knowledge, which Goldie grew to love, as well as other storybooks.  She was an avid reader and from that became an excellent speller because of the practice and the phonics.  She had a chance to move from sixth to seventh grade but refused because she heard them studying fractions and was afraid of them.  That rather insignificant decision later proved to be a rather crucial one.  Because she did not move a grade ahead, she had the chance to be co-valedictorian in eighth grade and again in high school.  Had she been promoted to the seventh grade when offered, she may have not have been co-valedictorian, gotten to Ricks College, taught school, or met Monty.  She expressed her feelings this way:  “I know that Heavenly Father guides our destiny.  He always has mine.  I have always felt his presence.  When I prayed as a child I remembered what a Sunday school teacher told me—to pray sincerely and He would hear and answer my prayers.  He would forgive me things I did wrong if I were really sorry and tried hard not to do them again.”

Sunday Outings in the Ford

In the warmer months, Christie would take the four children to church in the Ford with the sides open.  In winter the eising glass sides were snapped on to try to keep the cold out.  After Sunday School they would drive south to the Harris Burtenshaw corner.  Then the decision—should we go east or west?  East would mean they would go to Aunt Angie and Uncle Leonard Egan’s to visit her and her four children and to see Grandpa Egan who lived with them.  Aunt Angie was a dear.  Goldie loved her cooking.  Angie was always kind, never cross—even with four children and an adult for a drop-in visit.  But then, the six of them would also come to visit the Heath family.

Winter in Shelton meant going to church in a sleigh since there were no snow plows.  School children came to Buck school from four miles away—by horseback or one-horse sleighs.  There was a shed for the horses, covered only on the south side.  At recess they ice skated on the frozen canal across the road from the school.  And they played fox and geese in the snow in the schoolyard.  School lunch was unheard of, but some of the mothers would supply Campbell’s soup heated on kerosene stoves.  Because Goldie lived so close to Buck School, she could not have the soup, but was supposed to go home for lunch.

About a quarter mile up stream of the canal which was east of the house there was a head gate which, when opened, permitted water to flow into irrigation ditches to water the farm.  Across the road from the apple trees they had another thirty or so acres with a large, dirt-covered potato cellar.  There was an icehouse near the cellar at one time.  It was a log house built over a pit lined with straw.  During the winter the men would take sleighs and horses and go to the river which was frozen two and three feet deep.  They would cut blocks of ice and bring them home and store them deep in the pit with straw and they would have ice for their icebox on into summer and for homemade ice cream. Next to the icehouse was the washhouse.

Lambing Time

Excess hay, which wasn’t put in the barn, was stacked in the center of the farmland.   This was sold to the Murdock brothers who lived in Sugar City and raised sheep.  They would bring the sheep and a sheep wagon and spend the winter feeding the sheep with the hay.  Then about March it was lambing time.  When an ewe died or abandoned a lamb, the Murdock brothers would give Christie and Goldie and the boys the bum (orphan) lambs.  They would have thirty or forty to feed three times a day at first, then twice a day.  They used pop bottles and a rubber nipple.  When the lambs were weaned they were fed hay and grass until they could be sold as lambs to be slaughtered.  That was sure a lot of work.  Goldie liked to visit the sheep camp and have sourdough biscuits.

Harvesting Wheat

They raised a lot of grain (wheat) on their farm.  When harvest came, Grover would hitch the team of horses to the combine and it would cut and deliver the grain in small tied bundles strung along behind the combine.  Men would come along and stake five or six bundles vertically and they were left for days to dry.  Then when they were ready, the threshing machine would come to their field—steam engine and all.  Christie would cook breakfast for ten or twelve men—the thresher crew plus neighbors who came to help Grover.  Later more workers would come.  The wheat bundles would be pitched onto a moving belt that fed into the thresher, which in turn, would separate chaff from wheat.  The wheat was either channeled into a wagon in bulk or into 100-pound sacks, and then tied up and taken to market.  Straw would pour out a funnel or blower onto an ever-growing stack.  The straw was used for bedding down animals.  Noontime came and fifteen men would stop for dinner, which was prepared by Christie.  There were oodles of food for a hungry gang.  It was exciting for the children just watching.  Some of the grain was put in bulk in a granary—a good-sized room.  The children liked to play in the grain, which was saved for feed and seed.  There was a beehive under the granary floor and the bees buzzed about, but the children did not bother them.

Playing with Paper Dolls

The children enjoyed playing hide and seek, and roller skating in the upper floor of the barn. They played with stilts and with their red wagon and other fun games. Goldie’s cousin Bernice would spend time with them when her parents, Grover’s sister Grace and Uncle Albert, were going to Yellowstone Park or fishing.  The girls would cut dolls (pictures) from the catalogs and dress them with clothes that they also cut out.  This was fun entertainment. Once a week the bakery truck from Idaho Falls would drive into their yard.  Goldie long remembered those wonderful Long Johns and cinnamon rolls, oatmeal cookies, fruit bars and cup cakes—ummm good!

Grover had the car in Ririe most days, and since Christie was in the Primary presidency, Goldie and the boys often had to walk with her the two and a half miles to the church and back—the four of them tagging along behind. Goldie liked the pump organ in their meetings in the Shelton chapel.  Ellie Brown played organ for the years she was there.  Classes were held in the upstairs classrooms.  The building was renovated in the late 1920s by making a second story with a dormer for each room.  For a long time they had roller skating on Saturdays in the basement of the church.  It was fun.

Also in the basement was a stage.  In 1927, when Goldie was in fifth grade, she played the part of Mrs. Mulligan in Christmas with the Mulligans, part of a Christmas program.  Mr. Olson, their sixth grade teacher at Buck School, took them the two-and-a-half miles from the school to the church in a box sleigh for a couple of rehearsals after they had learned their parts.  They walked to all the other rehearsals at the school.  Goldie had to dance an Irish jig with a girl friend, Clara Coles, and they both began giggling.  It was funny and good, though.  Years later, in an Osgood Road Show, she came back to that stage as the Indian Princess in Indian Love Call.  When she was in forth or fifth grade she practiced “Mother McCree” for weeks with her Uncle Clifford playing the violin and she sang it for Mother’s Day at Church.  She went back once again when teaching at Osgood and sang in Sacrament meeting there. 

Leaving the Edmund’s Place

The phone in their home was a wooden box with a receiver hanging at its side.  Goldie clearly remembered the day Mr. Edmunds, the landlord, called to say he would not be able to rent the place to Grover the next year.  That was a real shock because it was about 1930, during the depression.  Twelve and a half years of their family life had been spent there.  The three boys had been born there and Goldie came there when she was just a few months old.  Their life blood was found in that place—the crops, harvest, threshers, hired men, raising bum lambs, churning butter from their own cream, selling it and eggs, curing hams, making their own sausage, raking hay, storing ice in the ice house, and visiting and being visited by relatives as they grew up.  Moving would be difficult. Grover and Christie were very worried about finding another farm to rent, but finally one was found on the Ammon town site.  It was a large, quarried rock house, much like the “little room” in the school had been.  That house was like a dream to the four children.

Moving to Ammon

Goldie was twelve years old and in the seventh grade in March of 1930, when the family moved to Ammon. The boys were eleven, nine and five-and-a half.  The house was three stories with a large unfinished attic. The windows were tall and had two-foot deep windowsills.  Goldie used to sit in one and read during the summer her mother was expecting Betty Lou.  It was wonderful to have running water, indoor plumbing, hard wood floors, a bedroom for each person—plus two to spare.  The attic was the full size of the house.  It was such fun to go up there and explore stacks of magazines with stories to read.  That old house was like a castle to them.

A farm of about 120 acres was to the east and south of the house.  It was during the deep depression.  They worked in the farm and produced beets, hay, grain, milk and pigs.  They sold milk to the Criddle store to pay the phone and light bill.  They had a garden and they canned food, cured meat, and raised grain for flour.  So they did not go hungry in the days when soup lines were long in the eastern states. They had much fun swimming in a big canal in the summertime. They lived there two years when, in March of 1932, they moved to another farm two and a half miles to the east of the Ammon site.

Goldie’s first day in the Ammon School was full of new faces.  Her teacher was Mr. Furlong and there were all seventh graders instead of four grades in one room, which she had left.  It was quite a change from a two-room school to this large grade school/high school complex.  With the training she had received at Buck School, plus some pretty good intelligence, she entered a spelling contest in the spring and won it for the entire school-including the eighth grade.  She went to the county court house for a contest with other winners in the schools of the county and lasted quite a while.  But ironically misspelled “forgotten” as “forgotton”, as it was pronounced.  The next year she graduated from eighth grade. They had to take written county exams and wait for the percentages.  She received a total or average of 97% on the exams.  She and her girlfriend, Roine Fife, tied on their test scores.  They were each named class co-valedictorian and each gave a speech at their very special eighth grade graduation ceremony in 1932.  Goldie’s dress for this occasion was the first long dress she had ever worn.

Mr. Chester Graff was her eighth grade teacher.  He was one who really took a personal interest in his students.  Goldie was an avid reader and was good at composition.  She would compose imaginative stories and loved the praise from the teacher.  He encouraged them, each one.  They would go to his house before basketball games and make popcorn balls to sell at the games and just to visit.  He’d check on them in Sunday School and if they rubbernecked latecomers they would hear about it the next day at school.  He saw to it that Goldie was treated fairly in her testing for graduation.  In original compositions she exhibited good creativity and he encouraged her to continue.  She has always enjoyed reading and writing.

Actress and Singer

In 1932, in her freshman year in high school, Goldie took algebra, but in her sophomore year she took bookkeeping instead of geometry.  She also took typing and shorthand, and had thought of following in her Aunt Doll and Melba’s footsteps and being a secretary.  In her sophomore year she tried out for the lead in the school three-act play and won the part.  For six weeks they practiced after school.  She would, therefore, miss her bus to home (now two-and-a-half miles east of the Ammon site) and would have to walk home.  But she was young and did not mind it.

That year (1933) she also tried out for the operetta and won a soprano lead.  It was fun and of course she loved to sing.  She had sung solos in Church from the time she was fourth or fifth grade and had sung “Mother McCree” for Mother’s Day.  An older student (in his 20’s) who was back to get his high school diploma—sang male lead.  Horrors!  He often would drift off pitch.  Goldie enjoyed glee club and the trips to Pocatello for the spring music festivals.  They would practice all year long for perfection.  Mr. Terry was their music teacher and they received Superior ratings.  They would stay over night in people’s homes when they went.

Gordon Anderson was a boyfriend for two years in high school.  He was a sophomore when Goldie was in ninth grade.  Then when he went to BYU it broke off.  When they lived in Ammon and had play practices every night she would stay at Gordie’s home.  His mother was so nice.  Goldie had baby-sat for Gordie’s brother Floyd and his wife and their three children, who lived in a small house across the street from the Heaths when they lived in the rock house.  Floyd was a high school teacher in Ammon, but he was killed as a tree he was cutting down fell wrong.  When Gordon went on his mission, Alene Porter corresponded with him and they were eventually married.  Goldie had always told Gordie that they could only be friends.  He had a sister who was very over weight and Goldie couldn’t tell him she didn’t want to marry anyone with obesity in the family.  She had a complex about that.  She was never over weight, but since she felt her legs were larger, she was always sensitive to heaviness.  Goldie and Roine were best friends all through high school.  They competed with each other in various activities, but when their grades and activities were reviewed at graduation time, they again tied for valedictorians as they graduated from high school.

Betty Lou is Born

On the 6^th of September 1930, following their move into the Ammon home in March, Betty Lou was born.  Christie had given birth to all of her children at home.  But this time she was 38 years old, her feet were very swollen, and the baby weighed eleven and a half pounds.  She and Betty Lou nearly died.  Goldie had dreamed of a dark-haired, dark-eyed little sister and got a light-haired, blue-eyed sister.  Betty Lou was a blessing to Christie through her life as company and support when the other children were grown.  She had stayed with Pearl Jordan for the price of board and room for a few years. Then later she and her mother pooled their savings to have the home built at 1137 Ada Avenue in Idaho Falls. They moved in about 1952.

After Goldie graduated from Ammon High School in 1935, a wonderful opportunity came her way.  One day while she was visiting Aunt Angie, she received a call from her mother.  “How would you like to go to college, Goldie?” she said.  Knowing how poor they had been all the days through her high school, Goldie had given no thought to college—business school, maybe, like Melba and Doll, her idols—but that’s all.  This was an opportunity to attend Ricks College for the 1935-36 school year.

Ricks College

 At the time she was ready to graduate from high school and seminary, alphabetically it was Ammon’s turn that year to choose a Ricks College seminary scholarship recipient.  Since the two girls had both tied for valedictorian, they both had an equal chance of winning the scholarship. But since Roine’s mother could afford to send Roine to college, she didn’t apply for it and Goldie was awarded the $250 scholarship to Ricks College for the 1935-36 school year. They had to pay their own board and room and books. Roine and Goldie stayed together in a basement apartment and would eat one meal a day with the landlady. Christie would bring and send food and things up to school for the girls.

Near the end of October 1935, Goldie and Roine were invited to become members of the Purple Key Club at Ricks College. During the next couple of weeks they were instructed in their duties as ‘Goats’, which is what the new inductees were called. During this period, they were to call the P.K. superiors Madam Superior, never talk to fellows, no dating, eat no fattening foods, and were to keep the goating a secret from others. They were given specific rules for each day. They were required to do things like carry upper classmen’s books, run errands, half-face makeup, half hair slicked down, one high and one low heel, etc.  On Tuesday, November 4th, the rules were:

• Dress in formals, 3 inches from the floor.
• Wear light dress, dark shoes, low heels or dark dress, light shoes, oxfords.
• Wear hair curled all over head, frizzed.
• Makeup as for stage, that means plenty!
• Bring lunch for senior members.
• Every time you see senior member, kneel and say, “Madam superior, I, your most humble servant, the scum of the earth, do hereby bow and scrape before your most intelligent and praiseworthy presence. Is there anything I can do for you?”
• Say, “When I open my mouth, I close my brain”, every time you go through a door.
• Do everything a senior member says.

                  –signed, Goat Herders

On the final night of initiation, a candlelight ceremony was held. When it was over, they and the boys club and another girls club (the Jesters) all attended a banquet.  It was nice, as pledging was finalized and they were welcomed in.  As a club, they were thrilled during the year when one of the Purple Keys was chosen to be in something.  Goldie had a mother’s part in a three-act play, Bringing Up Father, and was in the choir, sang some church solos in a local ward and was one of the “Three Little Maids” in the operetta, The Mikado.  So it was a busy, fun year.

Her letter to her mother, dated Monday, 21 October 1935, tells of her participation in the pep rallies at school:

Wednesday was a pep assembly. Thursday we had another pep assembly during which we practiced the routine of the assembly we had Friday (the 18th) for the Santa Rosa boys.

Friday morning the P.K. [Purple Key] girls, dressed all in white with purple banners and their purple keys, went down to the depot at 8:55 to meet the boys. The train was delayed, however, and we had to wait until 10:45. We liked that, though, for we missed all our morning classes. When the train pulled in, the band in their new uniforms were all in formation as were the P.K.s and as the boys began getting off we gave a lot of peppy yells after which the band struck up some cheery songs. They were ushered into decorated cars and the P.K. girls stood on the outside (running boards) of other cars which were also decorated and during a parade through the main streets we gave yell after yell for both teams.

The parade ended at the college where the rest of the student body was already assembled and waiting. The P.K.s and Santa Rosa boys posed for a very special picture on the steps of the administration building, before entering the assembly. We gave all sorts of rousing cheers for Santa Rosa.

Friday night we went over to the big bonfire across from the college for a pep rally. The thing ended up in a snake dance through the streets and stores of Rexburg, and even the lobby of the gorgeous new theater that has just opened here. By the time I got home that night, I felt as though I would never feel the same again. My arms were about pulled out of their sockets and my legs ached like furry.

Saturday morning at 9:00 Roine and I and another girl walked two miles down to the fair grounds where the game was to be and decorated the goal posts in our colors (purple and white). We got back about 11:30… At 12:45 we went back to the fair grounds and at 1:40 the game began… Roine and I sold hot dogs and popcorn nearly all the time (the P.K.s had a stand.) It was certainly a thrilling game and admission was 25 cents and $1.00.

 Goldie had started her college education at Ricks College working toward a Business degree but was unhappy with shorthand and her typing was inaccurate.  In the middle of the year she changed her major to Education and decided that the next school year she would attend the University of Idaho at Pocatello, Southern Branch, to get her teacher training. The report card she received at the end of her 1935-36 school year at Ricks College showed she had taken English Composition, American Government, Orientation, Religion and Ethics, Glee Club, Classroom Management, Idaho School Law, Applied Psychology, and Physical Education.

That summer after her year at Ricks College (1936), she worked for the Idaho Falls city attorney’s wife, Mrs. Albaugh, as housekeeper for five dollars a week.  She had all the meals to get, the laundry, and at least seven white shirts to iron each week.  The house was colonial style with four bedrooms and a bath upstairs and a formal living room, kitchen and dining room on the first floor—plus a full basement.  She would go home Friday night and come back Sunday night to the Albaugh home.  Many times when Goldie returned it was to find that Mrs. Albaugh had been drinking and was a bit abusive.

When Goldie heard of a family in Pocatello who wanted a young woman to live in their home and be a baby sitter and clean house for board and room, she applied for the position and was accepted.  That is where she lived the first semester she attended the University of Idaho, Southern Branch (Fall of 1936).  The second semester she stayed with a girl she had met whose sister wanted boarders.  She paid twelve dollars a month for board and room. Goldie was a conscientious student and was doing her student teaching at Bonneville, teaching arithmetic, reading, and music to 4th, 5th, and 6th grades.  But there was no chance for social life.  So the year passed and she finished her schooling with her teaching certificate in May 1937.  She began looking for a teaching job.

Teaching at Osgood School

She and her mother scoured the countryside looking for a teaching position for her—small and large schools including Lincoln, Swan Valley, and then finally Osgood School, near Idaho Falls.  She was so thrilled when she was hired there to begin teaching in the fall of 1937.  The school was five miles northwest of Idaho Falls on the town site of a small farming community. It was a nice brick, modern school with a gymnasium and a stage. There were three lady teachers and three men teachers who lived in a “teacherage”, which adjoined the school.  It had electricity but no plumbing.  They carried water from the school building and used outdoor toilets when the school was locked.  They heated with a small cast iron four-hole wood stove and cooked breakfast and lunch.  A dear ward member who lived across the street from the school cooked the evening meal.  She was a marvelous cook.  Goldie loved her croquettes and desserts—and for only fifty cents a meal.

Also, the janitor’s wife cooked for them for a while.  It was fun with the three ladies and three men.  They were all in a ward road show.  Goldie was the Indian Princess and sang Jeanette McDonald’s song, Indian Love Call.  They went from ward to ward–even back to the Shelton chapel of her youth.  It was in that building she had sung in the chapel for Mother’s Day.  And it was on the stage in the basement of that building which, as a fifth and sixth grader, she sang solos as Uncle Clifford accompanied her on his violin.  And on that stage the Buck School presented a grade school performance of “Christmas with the Mulligans”. 

The Shelton stage held many memories for her.  Imagine coming back as an adult and doing a soprano solo in Rose Marie on that stage.  It was thrilling.  They performed and then rushed out to go to the next ward.  As she was hurrying out, Goldie heard someone say excitedly, “That was Goldie singing!”  Goldie enjoyed Osgood and she loved teaching.  She taught at the Osgood School for three years—for the years 1937-38, 1938-39, and 1939-40.

Climbing Mount Timpanogas

After teaching her first year at Osgood, during the summer of 1938 Goldie attended classes at BYU where half of the summer was spent on the Provo campus and the other half was at the Alpine campus. Two months before, her grandmother Margaret Ann Davies Heath had died. While at the Provo campus, Goldie wrote to her mother that she had gone bowling with some friends. This is how she explained it:

“Last night a group from the dorm went down to the Bowling Alley and bowled a couple of games. Another girl and I had high scores on the first game. It is a lot of fun. You roll heavy wooden balls as large as…well about six inches through, and try to hit some pins at the other end of the alley. If you knock all ten wooden pins down, you get what is called a strike. If not, you score accordingly.

“Just after I finished the second game…I decided to go for a ride with some friends. We rode around for a long time trying to find some cherries and apricots hanging over the road, which we could pick. We weren’t very successful so we went up to the Rainbow Gardens (a dance hall where they have lovely dances every Wednesday and Saturday night, open air), and we danced to the electric phonograph.”

At the Alpine campus they had field trips for geology class, climatology, and under-the-stars astronomy. One time her geology class hiked up to Timpanogas Cave and studied the formations in the cave as well as the rock formations in the canyon. She really enjoyed the entire day. Another time about 250 students from BYU sailed out on Utah Lake in an excursion boat to Bird Island where there are thousands of seagulls in every stage of development from eggs to baby seagulls to full grown birds. They finished off the summer with a school hike to the top of Mt. Timpanogas.  She particularly enjoyed her geology class that summer.  She had stayed at Allen Hall the first part of the summer term and took arts and recreation classes.  The second part of the term she stayed at Alpine. Goldie’s grandmother, Margaret Ann Davies Heath, had died 12 Mar 1938 while visiting her sister-in-law Dollie Heath, in Anaheim, California.

1939 World’s Fair

After her second year teaching at Osgood, during the summer of 1939 Goldie took a bus trip across America to Washington D.C. to see the 1939 World’s Fair with her Aunt Grace Catmull (Grover’s sister), from Burley, Idaho.  They stayed at the home of Grace’s daughter, Bernice Goeckeritz, in Brooklyn while they visited the fair and the city.  They made a circle tour of the country, down the east coast and then over to New Orleans, Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, San Diego, California, and up the coast to see the San Francisco World’s Fair.  They then went north to Portland, Oregon, and home by way of Boise to teach another year. They had traveled ten thousand miles together.

Then, after her third year teaching at Osgood, she and Mary Feuerstein took a bus to Colorado in the summer of 1940 to attend the Greeley State Teacher’s College for training in remedial reading. While there, they took a swimming class, which Goldie really enjoyed.

Teaching at Washington School

Goldie and Mary decided to try to find teaching jobs in Jerome or Twin Falls and Mary soon got a job in Twin Falls.  She taught one year and was married to Lloyd Brown the second year.  Goldie was hired to teach in Jerome.  Mr. H. Maine Shoun was the Superintendent of the Jerome schools.  The two grade schools in town were Lincoln on the west side of town, and Washington on the east side of town.  She was assigned to Washington School teaching fourth and fifth grade reading, writing and arithmetic.  Lincoln school had a system of one teacher for each grade—all subjects.  But at Washington school, where Goldie was assigned, the students were moved from their rooms to different teachers for art, music, English, etc.  While teaching here, Goldie taught Lynn Giles in fifth grade.  He was a large-eyed little bookworm, the son of Monty’s sister Helen.

            Goldie began teaching in Jerome in September 1940 and taught through the 1940-41 school year and again in the 1941-42 school year.  While she was teaching, she boarded with Madeline and “Sandy” Sandberg for $30 a month.  Madeline and her children were Catholics.  Goldie would go with them up in the mountains around Sun Valley looking for rocks and just out for fun.  Madeline was an angel.  She was never too busy to help someone.  She was busy in community affairs and Sandy was busy on boards and committees.  He was once called to work in Washington State on a special job for the war effort and was to be paid $300 for the month.  That was an amazing wage–twice his normal salary.  Goldie’s highest monthly wage was $125 for teaching at the Washington school.  (She had made only $95 a month at Osgood.) But things were about to change in Goldie’s life.

First Meeting

Although she was busy with teaching, Goldie was also very involved with Church activities.  She attended a ward M-Men and Gleaner Halloween social in October 1940, only a month after she began teaching in Jerome.  At the activity, there were doughnuts and cider and roasted marshmallows and they played charades.  She sat between two young men and visited with each of them. One was Ralph Smith, who worked in a local bank and who had also attended the University of Idaho at Pocatello, Southern Branch.  They discussed their common experiences there.  The other was a nice looking young man who lived on a farm there in Jerome. They visited for a while during the evening and on her way home from the party with some other girls, she asked who he was. She was told he had two brothers on a mission in Hawaii and that he had returned from a Swiss-German mission the year before (1939). His name was Delmont Newman.

Delmont Urech Newman and Goldie Adelaide Heath

Courtship

Shortly after their first meeting, at the ward M-Men and Gleaner Halloween social in October 1940, Monty called Goldie from his home on the family farm in Jerome. He invited her to attend Church with him and she accepted. Their first official date was planned as a wiener roast with some friends down in the Snake River canyon. The friends were not able to make it, but Monty and Goldie drove the old car, named Gweneviere, down the steep descent and stopped by a nice campfire location. But as they began preparations to get the gear out, the weather became cold and rainy. Goldie wasn’t anxious to get out and roast wieners in the cold, wet weather, so they started back up the canyon road. However, when they reached the gate at the top, they decided to have their picnic anyway, and fixed their food and ate in the car. They sat a long while and talked of psychology, the trips they had each taken and the people they had met. They had a nice time together. They dated regularly after that, attending Church together, sometimes shows, long drives, and long talks. It all drew them closer together and added to their choice collection of memories. Thus began the courtship and eternal companionship of Delmont Urech Newman and Goldie Adelaide Heath.

Preparing for the Draft

On 7 December 1940, about a month after Monty and Goldie had first met, Japan bombed Pearl Harbor and America began making preparations for war. This was three weeks after Monty’s brothers Bill and Tommy had returned from their mission to Hawaii. Then, after dating about four months, Monty proposed to Goldie on 13 March 1941. In her notes she records,

“Our courtship continued, unabated, until March 13. It was on that evening that Monty proposed to me. I must admit that it took me a long time to become used to the idea, even after I had accepted the proposal. As was the time before the proposal, so was the period after, a very gradual, growing thing. With us it was not sudden and unexpected. So many countless things entered in to make the complete picture.”

Monty had worked in the Treasurer’s office in Jerome for the prior year for what he called a ‘paltry wage’.  At the end of May 1941, he wrote his brother Bill that “…I thought I’d look around before planning on working any longer for a paltry wage. So, I quit Kennedy, sold my wheat and hit out for Boise in my car. I’d never been to Boise before so didn’t know whether I’d like to stay, but all my paraphernalia was all packed in the back end of the car so I was free as the breezes.”

He knew he would be drafted soon and was concerned about improving his skills as a stenographer in preparation for the Civil Service exams. In Boise, he attended Link’s Business College for a month-long class to help prepare him to be able to qualify as a stenographer when he took the exams. While in Boise, he lived in a rooming house with other young men who were in school. About March 28th, he took a part-time job working in a hotel restaurant for a short time as a bus boy. He wore a little white jacket with green buttons and he bused tables, served banquets, did room service, and cleanup. But he did not like the work, and quit the job about a week later. He and Goldie corresponded regularly while he was in Boise.

He had received notice from the government to go to Twin Falls to take a Civil Service translation exam (probably German translation) in April 1941. Then a week later he was summoned to take a stenographer examination at the same place. He felt confident that he did well on the exams, but was not expecting to receive his induction notice until Fall. He wasn’t concerned about when his induction into the Army would come because he had been getting ready for it.

When he finished his class in Boise, he returned home to Jerome and went back to work for Mr. Kennedy, who had offered him a higher salary. He didn’t like the way the office was run, but felt the extra experience in that line of work would give him a better chance of getting in the Army as a stenographer. Besides the class he had taken at Boise, he had been studying at home in the evenings. He was hoping that would be his assignment in the Army. However, if that didn’t work, he had also been studying up on photography. He had learned from his employer Mr. Kennedy, who was on the Draft Board in Jerome, that the Army was in need of photographers and stenographers.

And he was feeling unhappy that Goldie had gone home for the summer. While he was preparing for his Civil Service exams, she had continued teaching school in Jerome. But when the school year ended, she returned home to Idaho Falls. She left her desk radio and a few things for Monty to use in her absence, but they missed each other. Being away from each other made them realize just how much they did care for one another. He made a number of trips up to visit her and she spent some time at his home. The first time he met her family was near the first of June 1941. He wrote her about his feelings:

“To meet your family was rather a treat and I must confess that it really brought back memories to me. Memories of when I was 15 or 16, the neighbors and the people we had out for Sunday dinner would all gather in the bean field or pasture lot and play ball. It was such fun then that you can realize some of the surprise to me when we saw them [Goldie’s family] from up on the hill laying out the bases. It is just another point that makes me feel so right about us, that makes me feel that you are the one I have been looking for.”[6]

Working in Washington D.C.

On 4 July 1941, Monty and Goldie and some of their friends took a trip up through Yellowstone Park. They had a wonderful time together. Then in August 1941, through the courtesy of his Uncle Jay Newman, who was a government agent in offices in Washington, D.C., Monty was able to get a job in Washington D.C.  He bought a motorcycle and rode it across the country to begin his job working in the Bureau of Mines, Bituminous Coal Division, as a civil service employee.[7]  He arrived for work near the end of August. He and Goldie corresponded nearly every day while he was there. He did not care for the city and he was not used to so many ethnic groups of people.

Monty had a good friend, Virgil Dixon, who had become a pilot and Monty had many times dreamed about flying. So while he was working there, he enrolled in the Emerson Institute taking algebra, trigonometry, history and English classes to prepare to take the exams in November (1941) to get into the Army Air Corp. It was a matter of time before the draft would get him, and he would much rather be flying up in the beautiful, blue yonder than anything else. He had written to his local Jerome draft board requesting a deferment of his exam until after his training for the Air Corp. As part of his application to the Army Air Corp, he was asked to provide letters of recommendation from people he had known and worked with. One letter from Van Smith included these comments:

“I should like to recommend Delmont Newman as a candidate for becoming an officer. He is of the highest type of manhood, honest, trustworthy, friendly and of excellent moral character. He has held positions of trust in his church and in Federal and County government and has always shown himself to be a man of integrity. He is of more than average intelligence, is studious and has an alert and active mind. He would be able to adapt himself to the requirements of the Army Air Corps and would fulfill responsibility and duty with honor and competence.”

            Another letter, from Jesse H. Monson, mentioned, “During my association with him I have found him to be very conscientious in the performance of his work. He is honest and ambitions; he has no personal habits which are undesirable. He has a pleasing personality and is congenial.” His former employer, Earl Kennedy, said this about Monty: “I have known Mr. Delmont Newman and his family for approximately 12 years and have watched him grow into manhood. I have always found Mr. Newman honest, trustworthy, and with good, clean habits and of a high moral character.”

Goldie was now teaching her second year at Washington school in Jerome. She and Monty had corresponded about this direction in his life and she was not comfortable with him flying. He gave it some serious consideration and eventually decided to end his efforts in that direction. He received notice to be prepared to report for his induction physical in Jerome in December 1941, so he sold the motorcycle and took a bus back home.[8]  When he arrived in Salt Lake City on 13 December 1941, he sent a telegram to Goldie saying he would arrive in Twin Falls that evening and asking that she have Tommy bring her over to see him. After arriving home, he bought a car and then soon received his draft notice.

Engagement Announcement

As Goldie and Monty corresponded during the months while he was in Washington D.C., it seemed they got to know each other better by letter than in person.  They loved each other dearly. His induction exam was scheduled in Salt Lake City on 15 January 1942. He had already passed one physical while in Washington D.C. in preparation for the Army Air Corp, and was sure he would pass this one. On Christmas Eve, 24 December 1941, Monty gave Goldie an engagement ring and the next day they announced their engagement at Christmas dinner at his parent’s home.

He and Goldie expected he would be drafted directly from his induction physical in Salt Lake City, so he sold his car and said good by to the family. But when he went for the final physical in Salt Lake City, the x-rays showed he had a curvature of the spine (scoliosis) and he was classified 4-F and sent back home.  He had no idea he had a back problem and was surprised his mission physical had not identified this problem.  Goldie and he had already kissed good-by at the train as he left for Salt Lake City, supposing he would go in the service from there.  So she was very surprised when he showed up at the Sandberg’s where she was staying.  She would never forget his utter dejection as he greeted her—he had been so proud of his good health, and now to have something indicate he was less than perfect made him very depressed. But he accepted the fact and went forward with life.

Monty’s Job at Ft. Peck

After the Army had classified Monty as 4-F, he tried to enlist in the U. S. Naval Reserve, and in March 1942 he received a letter informing him that he was rejected for the same reason he was rejected by the Army.

Monty’s sister Rachael and her husband Harold were living in Ft. Peck, Montana, at that time.  Harold was involved in the Maps and Records Department working for the War Department. (The dam there was the largest earth fill dam in the world at that time.) They were handling construction of air bases in the surrounding states.  Monty applied for work there and was hired for a civil service job in the Finance Department. He felt that if he couldn’t be a soldier, he wanted to help the war effort in some other way. Goldie and he had decided to be married 3 June 1942, after the school year ended. After Christmas, she returned to her teaching position at Washington grade school in Jerome, Idaho, and he moved to Ft. Peck, Montana, to work at his new job. Again they shared their lives through correspondence.

Wedding Bells

Goldie’s mother and her friends had given her a bridal shower in Ammon on Wednesday, May 27th. They had ordered brick ice cream and cookies for 125. Although they didn’t expect that many people, they had to be sure there would be enough. There was a program planned of a violin duet, an accordion solo, a special reading, and a piano and vocal solo. Monty’s mother, Bertha Newman, had also given her a shower in Jerome. 

Goldie finished teaching school in May of 1942 and Monty drove down from Ft. Peck to Jerome in an old Hudson automobile.  On May 18th, he received his Temple Recommend in preparation for their marriage and sealing. He picked up his parents in Jerome and drove on to Idaho Falls to pick up Goldie and her mother.  They then began the seven-hour drive down to Salt Lake City where they were to be married in the LDS Temple. Goldie and Christie had made arrangements to stay in Salt Lake City with Christie’s cousin Clara Egan, who lived in Woods Cross.  Monty and his mother would stay with his father’s sister, Aunt Margaret.

They arrived in Salt Lake on Tuesday, June 2nd, and were in the Salt Lake Temple at 8:00 a.m. the next morning, 3 June 1942.  They were married and sealed at 2:00 p.m. that day by Thomas E. McKay, Monty’s former mission president and brother of David O. McKay. Monty’s father and his brother Bill were the witnesses. A number of friends and relatives had also come in for the sealing.  It was a beautiful, special, joyous day.

            After the wedding, they all left about 3:00 p.m. to return to Idaho Falls.  They stopped at Woods Cross for a special treat Aunt Clara had prepared, and then in Ogden for their wedding dinner.  They went through Logan to see the temple grounds and take pictures there and arrived back in Idaho Falls about 10:30 that night.  Goldie didn’t want to go into a hotel that late at night because it would appear improper, so that first night was spent at her home in Ammon.  The next day she and Monty packed all they could of their belongings in the big, four-door Hudson and sent ahead by freight what couldn’t fit in.  They then bid farewell to single life, to parents and the family, and headed for their new life in Ft. Peck.

Married and Moving to Ft. Peck

On 4 June 1942, the day after they were married, they drove to Dillon, Montana, and stayed the night and then on through to Ft. Peck.  That was the extent of their honeymoon.  Times were hard, and they never did find the time or the money thereafter to have a second honeymoon.  But it was all right.  They loved each other dearly and were content with their new life.

            Right away Goldie took a job working in the Reproduction Department running off presented originals in the electric mimeograph machine.  It was adjacent to the photo reproduction department so they had a good group to work with.  She worked five months and then became pregnant in December of 1942 and continued working until the following June.  In July, when she was seven months pregnant, she and Monty and two other couples in his office went camping in the lower part of Glacier Park.  They drove to Cardston, Canada, where the annual rodeo was in full swing.  They didn’t attend the rodeo but decided to go over to see the Cardston Temple instead.  Up on the roof of the temple were pine trees.  Tenting with no mattress was difficult for Goldie at this stage of her pregnancy, but when it began to rain, they found a cabin.

            While they lived in Ft. Peck, Rachael and Harold Sudweeks were so good to Monty and Goldie. They had four children at that time–Jeannette was about 7th grade, Margie about 6th grade, Allen Don was seven years old and Jay Dean was three when Monty and Goldie moved there. Rachael and Harold always grew a large garden and canned a lot of food. They would invite Monty and Goldie over a lot.

            When Goldie and Monty first moved to Ft. Peck, they lived in government housing—a fourplex.  Later they moved into a duplex, and finally they were able to rent their own little house for $27 or so a month. They lived there for several months before their first child was born and for another nine months afterwards.  On Sundays they would drive twenty miles into Glasgow to attend Sunday School.  Then they would have Sacrament Meeting in a member’s home with about four families.  They were living in their little rented home when Rachael and Harold decided to move to Jerome, Idaho.  Harold was in the service and Rae stayed in the house in town where Mother Newman lived.  After Harold was discharged in December 1945, they moved to Idaho Falls where their children all grew up, went through school, and married.[9]  For Goldie and Monty, when Rachael and Harold left Ft. Peck it was the end of that era of their lives. They never felt as close to the family after that because of the miles between them.

First Child

Stephen Delmont Newman was born 8 September 1943, in Glasgow, Montana.  He came three weeks earlier than expected.  He was seven pounds fourteen ounces–a lovely little boy.  Goldie recalls that when she was sitting ironing about 3:00 p.m. she felt a click in her side and her water broke.  She had only mild twinges until about 9:00 that evening when Monty drove her to the hospital.  Rachael went with them and was with her when Steve was born.  After the shot she was given (a sort of twilight sleep), she could not remember a thing.  She remained in the hospital nine days, as was the custom.  The total cost was about one hundred and fifty dollars.

California by way of Bellemont, Arizona

By the time Steve was nine months old, Monty decided he would like to go to radio repair school at the National Radio Institute in Los Angeles, California.  So in May 1944, they sold their furniture (except for the washer, bottled fruit, and personal items), purchased an old, four-wheel trailer with thin-width tires, and packed for the trip.  They headed out of Fort Peck to go through Glasgow, down through Jerome and on to California.  It was wartime and there was tire rationing.  They had said their good-byes and were headed for Glasgow in a driving rain when they had a flat tire.  Monty was always able to cope well with emergencies.  He put the one spare tire on and they went on into Glasgow.  There he was able to purchase (at a high price) two tires and they were on the road again.  They arrived in Jerome on a Sunday evening.  Goldie groomed little Stevie for the introduction to his grandparents as they came out of their evening Sacrament Meeting.  And they adored him.  After a short visit with the family, they headed for Idaho Falls to visit Goldie’s family and then on toward California.

In Arizona they made another stop along the way.  An Elder Cameron in their branch had told them of his brother-in-law, Ralph Harmon, needing someone to live in a little Indian store in Bellemont, Arizona, about fifteen miles outside of Flagstaff, and run the store for two hundred dollars a month.  So they stopped there on their way to California to work and save some money.  They were in Bellemont from May 1944 until February 1945.  While there, they lived in a two-room lean-to and ran the Indian store for the Navajo Indians.  Their water was trucked in in a tank, electricity came from a generator, baths were in a tin tub, and the toilet was an outhouse.  The Navajo Ordinance Depot employed the Indians from the reservation.  They would buy groceries and materials for their beaded dresses (velveteen fabric), and would often pawn their jewelry for cash until payday, when they could buy it back.

            Goldie and Monty had Christmas together in Bellemont. They cut their own little Christmas tree—they were actually living right in the middle of a pine forest. A German couple they knew had them over for Christmas dinner and the Harmons had them in to their home in Flagstaff for New Years Eve. On 12 October 1944 Goldie was diagnosed with appendicitis and was taken to the Flagstaff hospital for an appendectomy. She was about six weeks pregnant with Adele at the time.

            Near the first of February 1945, they left Bellemont, Arizona. They packed their belongings on their long, wooden trailer and left behind the primitive living and headed for California.  As they crossed over the El Cajon pass, they stopped to enjoy the beauty of the scene—warm breezes, green trees and grass growing in a lovely, little valley. Upon arriving, they stayed for two weeks with Goldie’s Aunt Doll (her father’s sister) until they found a home.  Aunt Doll and Uncle Chick were wonderful to them.

After looking around the area for a couple of days, Goldie and Monty bought a two-bedroom home in Compton at 1648 East 127th Place[10].  The home had hardwood floors, a fireplace, lots of tile, a 55-foot by 125-foot yard, a garden spot and a double garage—all for $4,100.  They were settled in by Valentine’s Day.  The ice cream truck came by each day and Stevie would wait by the curb in anticipation to get his ice cream for just ten cents.  They lived there two and a half years and when they sold it in 1948, they made a profit of $4,000 to put down on their next home.

Second Child

While they were living in Compton, their second child, Adele Newman, was born 23 June 1945 at the Women and Children’s Hospital in Compton. Goldie’s doctor was a woman—Dr. Madeline Algee.  She delivered Adele, Terry and Michael before selling her practice and retiring. Goldie had been well throughout her entire pregnancy. Grandmother Newman came from Jerome, Idaho, to spend a week with Goldie when Adele was born, but since Adele came a week late, Grandma had a two-week visit.  Grandpa Newman drove the car down from Idaho to visit and they both drove home together.

Moving to Bellflower, California

When they settled in Compton in February 1945, Monty took a job with Firestone Tire and Rubber Company in Los Angeles.  He began radio school six hours a day, but with a full-time job it became too much to keep up with.  He was also concerned that the future of radio repair shops was not promising.  In November 1946 Monty was asked to serve as a Stake Missionary in the Long Beach Stake. He and Goldie had decided they wanted to buy a half acre of land to raise rabbits in partnership with a friend who had rabbits.  They found a home on a half-acre lot on Leahy Avenue in Bellflower.  They were able to sell their home in Compton for nearly twice what they paid for it and make a nice down payment on the home in Bellflower. They bought the home in 1948 for $11,000 and it was here they established a rabbit farm for the purpose of raising and selling rabbits for food and for skins.

After moving to Bellflower in 1948, Monty began taking night classes to improve his accounting skills, and he also took a course in stenography with the hope of becoming a court reporter.  He was working the night shift at Firestone Tire and Rubber Company at the time and was not able to keep up the schooling with his work schedule.  Terry, Michael and Madeline were all born while Monty and Goldie lived at this home in Bellflower, California.

Third Child

At the age of 30, Goldie gave birth to their third child. Terry William Newman was born 26 August 1948.  He weighed in at 9 pounds 14 ounces and was assisted in his entry into the world by his father, who always felt this was a special experience and a special son.  A neighbor, Mr. Olan Glenn, took Goldie to the hospital at 4:00 in the morning because Monty was working the night shift at Firestone Tire and Rubber Company.  Goldie’s mother Christie came from Idaho to help her after the baby came.  And because the chapel wasn’t completed yet, Terry was blessed on the stage of the cultural hall in the new Bellflower Ward meetinghouse.  Although the Parquet flooring was not down in the cultural hall, the ward had begun meeting in the building.  On the day of his blessing, Terry wouldn’t eat before Church so he was hungry and cried somewhat during his blessing.  Goldie enjoyed her three children and the many compliments she would get on her beautiful little children.

Fourth Child

            Michael Dennis Newman was born 22 May 1951 at the Women and Children’s Hospital on Long Beach Boulevard in Compton, California. Madeline Algee was the doctor in attendance. Monty had gotten home from working the night shift at his job, and drove Goldie the five miles from their home in Bellflower to the hospital in Compton, arriving about 8:00 a.m.  At about 10:00 a.m. Monty went out to the street to move the car from the limited-time curb parking to a parking lot. When he returned twenty minutes later, Goldie had been rushed into the delivery room and Michael was born at 10:45 a.m. He was seven pounds eight ounces and had lots of long brown hair—such a sturdy, handsome baby.  Goldie was in the hospital nine days, as was the custom. Steve, Adele, and Terry were staying at friends’ homes.

One day when Dr. Algee was visiting with Goldie in her room, she picked Michael up and, looking at him intently, said he was going to have some tooth problems when he was older because of his slight over-bite. And this proved to be true. His parents tried to fix his tooth alignment with a set of removable braces, but he would not wear them consistently. At the time, they were already spending money for Adele’s back brace and could not afford the more expensive permanent braces.

            When Goldie returned home, her Aunt Dollie Hokanson came to help out for the first week and stayed six hours each day. She lived in Anaheim near where the school nurse for Frank E. Woodruff elementary school lived, and they were friends. So Doll just rode in to Bellflower with the nurse and was dropped off at Goldie’s house and picked up at the end of the day. Goldie felt that was so very special of her to be so kind. What a joy Michael was in the family. He was a healthy, good baby and therefore was happy and good-natured.

Goldie and Monty would occasionally take their four children on outings to Anaheim Park. They would always take a picnic to enjoy while there. What fun the children had on the swings and the slides. That was before the freeways. It was just a four-lane highway through the orange groves from Bellflower to Anaheim.

Fifth Child

            Madeline Newman was born at 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, 18 April 1953, in the Downey Community Hospital, Downey, California. She was born right on her due date. She was named after both Dr. Madeline Algee, who had delivered three of Goldie’s children, and especially after Madeline Sandberg, whom Goldie had roomed and boarded with for two years while she taught school in Jerome, Idaho.

Everything regarding Madeline’s arrival went well. Goldie’s sister, Betty Lou, came down from Idaho to be with her for the week. She came in on the Red Trolley car from Los Angeles. Goldie began contractions that morning and left for the hospital just 20 minutes before Betty Lou arrived at their home.

            Goldie and Monty had arrived at the hospital about noon and she was ushered into her ground floor room. Outside the windows were trees and flowers. It was springtime and there were new leaves on the trees and birds singing. That hour of waiting was a heavenly one for her. He dear husband Monty was by her side and they both enjoyed the exciting anticipation. They were thrilled when they heard babies crying from somewhere down the hall. They spoke of how, shortly, their baby’s voice would join the chorus.

            Dr. Donald C. Williams was almost too late for most of the delivery, so smoothly did Madeline come into this world. He said earlier that the faster heartbeat meant they would probably have a girl. And sure enough, Madeline was a healthy seven pound, fourteen ounce baby girl with brown hair and dark eyes. Goldie went home in three days.

A Family of Seven

            It was 1953 and Goldie and Monty were parents of five children and lived in a 2-1/2-bedroom house at 15542 Leahy Avenue, Bellflower, California. They agreed when they were married that he would take care of the outside and she would take care of the inside. But they often shared tasks. She would help him with the yard work, and occasionally he would help in the kitchen. For a while the four children slept in one bedroom on a child’s bed and a set of triple bunk beds. Monty used the half bedroom as an office until the children got a little older. Later the two girls shared the small bedroom and had bunk beds, and the boys had twin beds in the larger bedroom.

In 1950, Monty had a friend, Erick Stousse, who left his motorcycle with him when he went on his mission. But while he was on his mission, he contracted an illness and died. Monty returned the motorcycle to Erick’s mother, who lived in Salt Lake City.

For the first few years after they moved to Bellflower, the rabbit business was profitable–rabbit meat was as popular as chicken later became.  And the fur was used as the fur lining in parkas for the soldiers.  Monty sold rabbit fertilizer to earn extra money. Twice a day he would make the rounds of the rabbit hutches, pushing the feed cart down the isles and dragging a watering hose. For each cage, he would dump a scoop of feed in the food crock and hold up the hose to fill the water crock. Often one of the children would pull the hose along behind and help him water the rabbits. When a rabbit was spotted on the loose, it was great sport chasing it down and cornering it so it could be caught and returned to its pen. They had the business for about three years, but when the war ended and the Armistice was signed, the fur market weakened. In about 1954, they sold their three hundred rabbits and planted fruit trees and a garden.

After the rabbit business was sold, Monty and Goldie considered their financial situation and decided Goldie could get a job to help with the household income. Her last child was now in school, and Goldie could work each day until the children came home from school. She got her driver’s license, took some food handling classes, and in September 1957, applied for a position working for the school lunch program in the Bellflower School District . In September 1957 she began as a Cook’s Helper at Bellflower High school, then became Manager of the Snack Bar for five years. In May 1968, she was a cook at Bullock’s Department Store restaurant in the summertime for two years. She took additional food preparation classes at Fullerton Jr. College in 1968-69, and took nutrition classes at Cerritos Jr. College in 1969-70. 

In February 1972 she resigned from her position working for the school district, indicating her family was now grown and she was unhappy with the cutbacks of pay and hours for the cafeteria workers.  She began working at Kaiser Hospital as manager of the employee cafeteria from 10:00 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. She had full benefits, every third weekend off, and was making $2.83 an hour.

Over the years she also helped with the income by tending children for the  Margaret  Boone and Donna Whitter families. She worked for a while in Mr. Boone’s shoe repair shop. She also cleaned house for Mrs. Hansen and helped with her yard work, she took in ironing, and she occasionally worked for their neighbor, Mr. Glenn. With these added incomes, she was able to help pay for music lessons, for missions, and for college for the children.

Monty began doing bookkeeping for several small businesses, including Stauffer Chemical Company in Dominguez, California, and Royal Farms in South Gate. He worked for U.S. Tire and Rubber for about a year and then accepted a position with Western Piping and Engineering Company. He worked there from 1956 to 1961. During this time he took business classes at California College of Commerce in Long Beach and in 1961 he gave his notice at Western Piping and accepted a position with American Security Products Company, where he worked until July 1974. Monty earned his commission as a Notary Public in California in June 1966. When American Security had to downsize it’s company, he was layed off and did bookwork for a few businesses until he was able to secure full-time employment again. This time he began work for Star Safe Company, a subsidiary of American Securities Company, and remained there until he moved to Utah. He always worked hard to provide for his growing family.

When vacation time came each year, Monty loved to get out on the open road and drive to anywhere. Goldie also enjoyed the family vacations. However, on a couple of occasions she decided it would be more of a vacation for her to stay home alone while the family was away for a week or so. Family vacations included camping trips to Sequoia, Yosemite, Zion’s Park, Grand Canyon, Carlsbad Caverns, Yellowstone, and family reunions in Jerome and visiting family in Idaho Falls. Goldie would help get the camping gear gathered, but it was Monty who packed the car. He meticulously packed all the camping gear, food, clothes and miscellaneous paraphernalia into the cavernous trunk of “ol’ Jenny”, the Buick Century. The family would them pull out of the driveway in the wee hours of the morning when the stars were still out, so the drive through the Nevada desert would be during the cooler time of day. As the children were curled up in their various corners of the back seat trying to finish their sleep, Monty would be heard singing out his version of “Happy Wanderer” or “Clementine.” He taught the children the “Hole in the Bottom of the Sea” and other songs and games to plan on long trips.  On one trip to Zion’s Park, he and three of the children climbed to the top of Angel’s Landing, a grueling six-mile hike. He filled soda bottles with water and put a sling on them and told the children if they carried them on the way up, he would carry them on the way back down. (Of course, they were empty on the way back down.)

The children all attended Frank E. Woodruff Elementary School on Eucalyptus Avenue—a block behind their home, Washington Junior High School—a block down and across Bellflower Boulevard, and Bellflower High School—a mile east of their home.  Since Goldie didn’t drive until fifteen years after they were married, Monty would drive her and the children to the grocery store—Grand Central or Market Basket—and he would tend the children in the car while she took the twenty-five dollar food allowance and shopped for the week’s groceries. Sometimes she would let one or two of the children accompany her in the market. On one occasion, she was excited to find margarine on sale for ten cents a pound. She was quite dismayed, however, when the price of bread when up from eighteen cents to twenty-one cents a loaf.

Goldie was very good at creating delicious meals with a limited larder. During the early 1950s, fried rabbit was as common as fried chicken became later. When they had their rabbit farm, she would have one of the children go out back and tell Monty she would like to have a rabbit for dinner. He would butcher a rabbit for her and put it in a pan for the child to take back up to the house and they would have it for dinner that evening. Her schooling and work experience had taught her many useful ideas for cooking and she could make many delicious dishes. On Sundays, it was always a special treat when Monty would stop by Jack’s Kitchen and buy take-out Chinese dinner for the family. The kids liked to go inside and watch them cook up the food—and it smelled so wonderful. Sometimes the family would have ice cream for a Sunday evening treat. Monty really liked ice cream.

A Children’s Playground

When the rabbit business was sold, Monty planted some fruit trees and berries on the back part of the half acre. He rented out part of the back lot to a neighbor to raise a bull for slaughter. The children liked to watch the bull. Sometimes they would dare each other to see who could climb over the fence and run across the bull’s pen and up the other fence before it chased them.

The property had become a playground for the children. They loved playing hide and seek with neighborhood friends, catching lizards and horned toads, and climbing the trees on the half acre.  They loved to play in the soft sand behind the garage, often digging deep holes they would cover with blankets to make forts and hide-a-ways. On hot summer nights they would get to sleep out in the back yard under the stars.  It was always a special occasion when Monty would build a fire in the back yard in his homemade fire pit and the family would have cookouts.

Just behind the back lawn, there was an enclosed chicken yard and a small chicken coop. For a time there were chickens there, and eggs were collected to feed the family. Goldie would keep a glass egg under some hens to encourage them to lay more eggs. The children liked to go out to check for eggs. But sometimes it was a little scary because they never knew when the hen was going to peck at their arm as they reached under her for her eggs.

After the chickens were gone, Goldie and Monty bought two geese to raise. The children named them Gus and Gertie, and a water pond was built into the ground for them. The children had become attached to them and liked to watch them swim in their little pond. When one day the geese were gone, Goldie explained to the children that they “sold them to some really nice people who would take very good care of them.”

Monty was quite a good handyman. He laid hardwood flooring in the living room and it looked really nice. But it was difficult to keep cleaned and waxed. So eventually, it was covered with wall-to-wall carpeting. He was expert in repairing broken appliances and electronics. He had taken apart the washing machine and fixed it many times. He repaired broken radios, tools, and other devices in his workshop, which was out behind the garage. He was very meticulous in how he organized and kept his belongings. Tools were to be cleaned and put away when not being used. He had little jars with screws and nuts and bolts and washers and miscellaneous items—all mounted under a shelf over his worktable. His closet and dresser drawers were always neat and tidy. Even his handwriting showed his careful nature. He knew how to organize a task and work hard to complete it.

The Olden Days

            In the early 1950s, when the children were very young, the daily routine in their home was without many frills. There were no computers, digital cameras, hand-helds, cell phones, GPS devices, or video games. The black dial telephone that sat in the nook in the dining room was a party line. If you lifted the receiver and heard voices, you were supposed to put the receiver back in the cradle without eavesdropping. The refrigerator was just an icebox—an insulated appliance that was not electric. The ice truck would come through the neighborhood and Goldie would buy a large block of ice to keep in the top compartment of the icebox. This would keep foods cold for a few days. It was a big change when they bought an electric refrigerator. There was no clothes dryer, so Goldie hung the clothes outside on a clothesline. There was no curling iron, so curlers were put in before bed. There was no dishwasher, so a dishpan in the sink was filled with hot water and dishes were washed and rinsed and set in the dish drainer to dry. There was no disposal, so food scraps were collected in a colander, which was kept in the corner of the single sink. There was no shower in the bathroom, so everyone took baths. There was no forced air furnace, only a floor heater that had to be turned on by hand. Typewriters were manual, adding machines were comptometers, lawn mowers were push-powered, watches were wind-up. Cars were big and gas was cheap.

Before they had a television, the radio was their focus for entertainment. There were favorite radio shows the family enjoyed, such as Abbott & Costello, Hop-a-long Cassidy, Roy Rogers, Death Valley Days, Buck Rogers, and others. Their first television was purchased about 1952. It had a very small black and white screen, and there were only a few channels being broadcast at that time.

Before she got her Maytag washing machine, Goldie washed clothes in a wringer washer and rinsed them in a rinse tub. It worked like this: The washer was filled with water, clothes and laundry soap, and was turned on to agitate for a while. When it finished, the clothes were lifted out of the washer and pushed through the wringer, to squeeze most of the water out of them into the tub of rinse water. The washer water was drained out and the water from the rinse tub was run into the washer for the next wash load. Then the rinsed clothes were pushed through the wringer again and into the laundry basket. They were then hung out on the line to dry. Stretchers were put in the legs of Levis so they would have creases and dry flat, not wrinkled. When clothes were dry, they were brought in off the line and folded and put away. If they needed ironing, Goldie would sprinkle water on them and roll them up tight so they would be damp when ironed. If she wasn’t going to get to the ironing right away, she would store the rolled up clothes in the refrigerator so they wouldn’t mildew.

Over the next ten years, appliances became more modern and made the household routine a little less time-consuming. These included electric refrigerators,  washing machines and driers, toaster ovens, and private telephone lines.

Building the Rentals

            In 1963 Goldie and Monty decided to improve their property.  They lived on a half-acre of land which now had fruit trees and berries, an unused chicken coop, Monty’s workshop, and an old double car garage. The children were getting older and the property was not used as the children’s playground as it once was. The weeds were difficult to keep up with and it was time for a change.

A contractor was hired and all the land behind their house was cleared, including their garage. A new garage and three three-bedroom, two-car garage homes were built behind their home. The children left for school one day with their home as it had always been, and returned home from school to see the entire half acre, except the house and the yard in front of it, scooped into an enormous pile. It was quite a shock to the children. Then through the summer it became quite an attraction to watch the new homes being built.

They kept their rental homes in good repair, and they had good renters for many years. They were charging $150 a month in rent when the rental homes were first built.  By the time they moved to Utah in 1977, the rent was up to $350 a month. Years later, rental homes were built on their neighbor’s lot and by then the rent was up to $700 a month. When Monty and Goldie finally sold their property to move to Utah, this investment in rental homes proved to be a great financial blessing.

All the years they lived in Bellflower they had good neighbors.  To the south were Clair and Walter Hanson, who also had a half-acre lot.  They were good friends for twenty-five years.  When the Hansons were young enough to adopt children, they were too poor.  So they grew old without their own children, but lived in a neighborhood full of children.  They raised prize Chow Chow dogs and were judges for dog shows each year. Clair and Goldie were good friends and enjoyed each other’s company.  They went to lunch together once in a while and Goldie cleaned house for Clair for many years (at $1.25 per hour) as well as doing their yard work.

The Glenn family lived to the north on an acre of land. They had two homes on their lot and rented one out. They had a rabbit farm and kept it for several years after Goldie and Monty sold their rabbits. But the neighborhood was growing and people were beginning to complain about the smell of manure, so they eventually sold their rabbits.

Bellflower First Ward    

Over the thirty years that they lived in Bellflower, Monty and Goldie served in many positions in the Bellflower 1st Ward.  In about 1949, when she was thirty-two years old, Goldie was called to be a counselor in the Primary Presidency. She had never served in the Primary up until that time. Later she served as the Primary President for a couple of years and Evelyn Brown and Lois Butcher were her counselors.  She was released when Michael was born in 1951, and was called to serve as Junior Sunday School Chorister until Michael was about three months old (he would sit in his stroller while she led the singing).  At that time she was babysitting for Donna Whitter down the street.  And since she didn’t have a piano, in order to learn the music for Sunday she would go next door from Whitter’s home to use Jo and Chester Herbst’s piano where she would practice with one finger the night before and then lead the music the next morning in Sunday School.  Later she was called to be the Junior Sunday School Coordinator (President) and served in that calling for ten years.

            Monty served as a Stake Missionary in the Long Beach Stake in 1946, when they were still living in Compton.  He was ordained a Seventy on 14 February of 1948 by Clifford Earle Young, Assistant to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles and Brother of Levi Edgar Young.  When Goldie and Monty first moved to Bellflower, the ward meetinghouse was under construction.  Monty helped put the steeple on the building.   While the building was being completed, they met in an upstairs lodge hall–one large room without even curtains to divide into classrooms.  Different classes would meet in different corners of the room or on the stage.  The new building was dedicated 1 Oct 1948. In 1950 Monty was called to serve as the Stake Clerk in the East Long Beach Stake, and in June 1953 he was ordained a High Priest by Thomas C. Eynon. He received his Teacher Training Certificate in 1949 and taught in the Sunday School. He served on the High Council and visited and spoke in different ward Sacrament Meetings. When the children were little, Monty liked to have pencils and candy in his pockets at Church to help keep his children happy—and quiet. He was the janitor of the new Bellflower Ward building for a time. Each Saturday he would take the older children to the ward building to wax the floors, mow and water the lawns, and generally clean the building for the meetings the next day. One of the lawn sprinklers had a rotating arm and wheels on the bottom. Monty would stretch the hose across the length of the lawn and set the crawling sprinkler on the hose. As he worked inside, it crawled the length of the hose and watered the entire lawn outside.

            Goldie always loved the Relief Society birthday dinners.  The banquet tables were arranged in the cultural hall and decorated.  Those whose birthday it was that month would be honored at the party.  It was fun, thoughtful, and pretty.  Committees would assign food choices for each table.  She and Monty also enjoyed the ward dime-a-dip dinners, which helped raise money for the building fund and for the ward budget. They enjoyed the ward Christmas programs and knew the whole family always looked forward to that special night of the year.  Santa Claus would always come and the kids would line up to sit on his knee, tell him what they wanted for Christmas, and receive their bag of goodies.  The Sunday School would take turns with the Primary each year to meet and prepare the filled Christmas sacks for the children (nuts, candy, and an orange).  One program had Ron and Furrel Dummar singing “All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth”–as seven-year-old Furrel grinned showing a space in front.

Move to Utah

            After two homes, five children, many income opportunities, many wonderful friends, many wonderful experiences and many heartaches, it came time to consider moving away from all these memories. Over the years, each of their five children were married and sealed in the Temple and were blessed with children. Tragically, some of the marriages ended in divorce or separation. Goldie and Monty were always a strength and support to their children. By 1977, Steve, Adele and Madeline and their families were living in Salt Lake City. Michael and his family were living in Las Vegas, and Terry was living in Los Angeles.

In 1977, a computer was phasing out Monty’s job as the accountant for Star Safe Company. They were returning from a trip to Utah to visit their children when “out in the middle of nowhere” Goldie felt a strong impression that it was now time to move to Salt Lake City to be near Church headquarters. She turned to Monty and said, “It’s time to move or make a change.” They had both discussed the idea of leaving California’s fast life of work for years. With the children all out of the home, they decided that now was the time. In her notes, Goldie indicated she surprised herself by the sudden decision they made out there on that lonely stretch of highway. She had felt since then, that it was Heavenly Father’s guiding influence that prompted the idea and gave them courage and determination to follow through.

They would have a reasonably good income with the proceeds from the sale of their Bellflower property and they could both still work a few more years.[11]  At that time, three of their children and all their grandchildren were living in Utah.  They called Madeline, Adele, and Steve who all lived in Salt Lake City, and asked them to see about finding them a home.  Less than a week later Madeline found a home just before it was to go on the market.  It was a lovely home at a reasonable price and located just a few blocks from all their children in the Cottonwood Heights community in Salt Lake County.  The home was a split-level, three bedrooms, with the kitchen and living room on the main floor, the bedrooms and a bathroom up half a floor, and a lovely family room and bathroom down half a floor.  Under the living room was a four-foot storage area and there was a storage shed in the back yard.  The yard was immaculate and had lots of shade trees and a covered carport.  It was hard for Monty to give up the garage he had always used as a workshop, but the home was perfect in every other way.

            In August 1977, after living in their Bellflower home for nearly 30 years, they quit their jobs and sold the home for $150,000.  They had paid $11,000 for it in 1948.  They paid off the remainder of the debt from the property improvements and began to prepare for the move. Monty was 61 and Goldie was 60 years old. Goldie sent an application form to the Lion House Pantry in Salt Lake City and was hired. She gave three weeks notice to Kaiser Hospital cafeteria and was given a nice cake-and-punch sendoff, including a gift of a lovely robe. She stubbed and broke her toe a week before leaving for Utah, so it was a painful first week at her new job.

They packed most of their furniture, food storage, and household goods into a U-Haul trailer. Their good friends, Mike and Evelyn Brown, gave them a nice send-off lunch on Saturday and on Saturday, 13 August 1977, they were on their way to Utah. A friend had given them use of the U-Haul trailer in payment for bookwork Monty had done for him. However, they truck was not working properly. It was going so slowly that by the time they reached the Lytle Creek turnoff, they had to bring it back to Bellflower. They slept on foam pads on the floor at home that night and lightened the load by taking out the storage wheat. It was now Sunday, and there were no garages open where they could get the truck fixed. So they headed out again, but going over the Cajon Pass and Halloran summit were nightmares. The truck would only go ten to twenty miles per hour on the steep uphill climb and Goldie would have to drive behind Monty with her emergency flashers on so drivers wouldn’t run into them. They finally got the truck to Las Vegas where they stayed the night with their son, Michael. The truck had transmission problems and they had to rent another truck. Mike and some of his friends helped them move their belongs into the other truck and, once again, they were on their way to Salt Lake City where they arrived about 8:30 Monday evening. A banner across the window of their new home read, “Welcome Home—We Love You”. This made a wonderful welcome for them to their new home.

They had an enjoyable visit while their children helped unpack the truck. Monty stayed the night and left Tuesday morning to take the truck back to Las Vegas. He stayed there another night with Michael, and returned to Bellflower to finish the last couple of weeks at his job, finish the packing, and complete the closing on the house.

With her many years of experience and schooling as a cook, Goldie was well prepared to work the night shift as a banquet cook at the Church-owned Lion House Pantry in Salt Lake City.  At that time it was a private membership pantry where delicious hot meals were served cafeteria style during the daytime and private banquets and social gatherings were catered in the evening.  She had some wonderful experiences serving many of the General Authorities of the Church for their socials and special occasions.

One evening, she made twenty-five gallons of Canadian Cheese soup to serve at the wedding reception of Boyd K. Packer’s son. For the wedding reception of Elder Faust’s daughter, they served five hundred people. As Goldie was watching the people go through the reception line, she saw President and Sister Kimball, Elder L. Tom Perry, Franklin D. Richards, and others. Another evening, she served a roast beef dinner to President and Sister Kimball and a group of General Authorities in the banquet room. After the guests had finished their meal, President and Sister Kimball came down the hall past the kitchen and stopped to shake hands with her and another cook and tell them how much they enjoyed the meal, and to thank them. Goldie thought Sister Kimball was beautiful in her evening gown—and that President Kimball looked just beautiful, too.  This was one of the highlights of working there for her. But the work was very stressful and the late hours were not good.  After she had worked there nine months she changed jobs and on May 1st, 1978, she took a daytime position in the Salt Lake Temple cafeteria.

Monty stayed in California six weeks to finish his job and to tie up loose ends and pack for the move. He came to Utah in October 1977, and took an accounting position with CDM Mortgage company in downtown Salt Lake City, where his nephew Trello Prince worked.  He took the bus to work each day and enjoyed going across the street to the ZCMI department store at lunchtime to have a hot dog or other treat. He enjoyed working at home in the yard. He built a grow box in their back yard and had a fenced-in compost area.

When it was announced there would be a new LDS Temple built in the south end of the Salt Lake valley, Goldie put her name in right away to be transferred to work in the cafeteria there when it opened.  This would be much closer to home and she hoped the work experience would be a positive one there as well.  But much was to change in her life before that time came. 

Monty’s Passing

Monty worked two years with CDM Mortgage Company and took early retirement in January 1979, at the age of 63.  Goldie and Monty had settled in to their new home, thanking Heavenly Father daily for their wonderful new life.  They had a nice, comfortable home, a warm and friendly ward, good work, good location, and new friends.  Monty was ward finance clerk and Goldie taught Sunday School.  Then on 10 May 1980, Monty was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor.  During the three months of chemotherapy and radiation treatments, he was able to put his will in order.  He died on 11 August 1980[12], at the University of Utah Hospital in Salt Lake City and was buried in the Holladay Memorial Cemetery where many other members of the Newman family have been laid to rest.  This unexpected tragedy abruptly turned Goldie’s life upside down.  Family, friends, neighbors and her ward family all gave support during the lonely grieving process.  And through her anguish and loneliness, she felt Monty near her many times and was blessed with the peace which came from her testimony of the resurrection and her knowledge that she would be with Monty again and forever.

Jordan River Temple

After Monty’s death, Goldie continued working at the Salt Lake Temple cafeteria. In 1981, on her 64th birthday, she transferred positions from the Salt Lake Temple to the new Jordan River Temple cafeteria.  She was a cook there for five years and ten days, and she made many good friends. She dearly loved the temple president and his wife and they were always very kind to her. One Christmas, she was asked to give the closing prayer at the annual Temple Worker’s Christmas Devotional held at the Assembly Hall on Temple Square. She was nervous, but enjoyed the experience.

At the age of 65, she decreased her hours to four 7-1/2 hour days a week and she worked another four years with that schedule. But her work required her to be on her feet all day, which was becoming more and more difficult for her. And her mother was not well and Goldie wanted to spend more time with her. So, on November 26, 1986, at the age of 69 she retired. She was given a lovely farewell luncheon and was presented with a book which each of her co-workers had signed with kind and loving remarks. She was so happy to finally have time to do the things she wanted to do.

She had good friends in the ward where she lived and she loved the area. One friend, Merlin Ballard, was a handy-man whom Goldie hired to help her with projects around the house. He would do landscape changes, fix roof leaks, maintain the sprinklers and swamp cooler, and do all sorts of things that Goldie needed. She really depended on him to help her keep her home maintained.

One winter, while Goldie was in Idaho staying with her mother, a water pipe in the basement broke and flooded the basement. The insurance adjustment allowed her enough money to do more repairs than she really wanted to do. But she had been wanting new carpeting and to make some changes in her kitchen, so she decided now was the time to make the changes—while she was out of the house. She asked her daughter Adele to work with Merlin to have her kitchen remodeled and to have new carpeting installed throughout the house.

With Goldie’s prior approval of the carpet samples and cupboard finishes, a beautiful home was awaiting her when she returned. She lived in that home for eight years after her retirement. When Merlin and Vi Ballard moved out of the area, Goldie again found it difficult to keep up with the home maintenance. The Ballards had moved to a condominium complex south of her about three miles. They coaxed her to come and look at the new condos being built.

By this time, Goldie was beginning to have trouble climbing the stairs in her split-level home. She went to visit the Ballards and saw the condo complex there. When she did, she was excited about the possibilities. She bought a lovely condominium there on the west end of a 4-unit building and she watched as it was built. She enjoyed selecting the appliances and the arrangement of the new home. She put her home in Cottonwood Heights on the market, needing to get it sold so she would have the money to pay for the condo when it was finished, but hoping it would not sell until her new place was nearly ready to move in to.

About that same time, Adele and her husband were looking for a larger home in the area and had also put their home on the market. The Lord blessed Goldie in that Adele and Steve had just moved in to their new home when her home sold, and she was able to stay with them for the time it took to finish her new condo.

The Move to Sandy

Goldie moved into her new home at 805 Goldenfield Way in the Harvest Lane Condominiums, on 1 August 1994. It was located on the northeast corner of 725 East and 9000 South in Sandy, Utah. Moving from her friends and neighbors in the Cottonwood Heights area was hard for her, but she was excited about the lovely, new home she could enjoy without the worries of maintenance. She was fortunate to get enough equity out of her home in Cottonwood Heights to nearly pay for her new place in full. This place was new and clean and lovely. It had two bedrooms and two bathrooms with a large living and dining area and a good size kitchen and a two-car garage. The full basement was unfinished and was a good place for storage. Her family helped her move in and she was happy there. She made many wonderful friends in the condo complex and in her new ward. She wrote notes to friends when they were away on missions or extended trips and received notes from them in return. She visited her friends and they shared life’s experiences together.

Shortly after she moved to Sandy, she was diagnosed with a congestive heart condition that required her to begin a daily regime of medication and a periodic checkup for her blood pressure and heart rate. She was sixty-seven years old and was surprised to have a condition of any sort since her mother had lived a relatively healthy life to the age of 103 years. Goldie had expected to follow somewhat in her footsteps. She was also experiencing quite a bit of stiffness after sitting for long periods of time. Getting up from a sitting position proved to be very difficult, but she would not easily give in to using a walker. She did keep her mother’s cane handy around the house, though.

In 1996 she was asked to help with the extraction program of the Church and was diligent in her efforts to accurately copy names and information onto the proper forms for family history access. She was asked to serve in the Relief Society of her ward and was in charge of sending birthday cards to the sisters and she also served as a Visiting Teacher.

During the time she lived in the Cottonwood Heights area, she had been a Visiting Teacher to a sister, Renée Peterson, who had been unable to have more children and had adopted a daughter. Shortly after the adoption, Renée gave birth to twin daughters. She named the three girls Holli, Heidi, and Kristi. Goldie was really excited about these three baby girls. She called them ‘her triplets’. And as they grew up, they wrote her notes and letters and visited her. Their family would come for birthdays and holidays to visit Goldie and bring her gifts. In return, Goldie would send the girls letters of encouragement and love as they were growing up. When Goldie moved to her condo, they continued to make their visits and send her notes. This outpouring of love meant a great deal to Goldie throughout her life.

Goldie and Christie

Goldie and her mother were always very close. Her mother, Christie Egan Heath, lived in Idaho Falls. She had been in good health most of her life, but for the past several years had to live at the Idaho Falls Care Center because she wasn’t able to take care of her home and her needs. She was always very quick-witted and fun to talk with. On her 90th birthday, a friend took her up in an airplane over Idaho Falls. Christie loved the adventure and made him promise to take her up again when she turned 100. But when she did, he had already died. On 21 August 1994, Goldie and her children went to Idaho Falls to celebrate Christie’s 103rd birthday. They wore party hats and had ice cream and cake and everyone enjoyed the day. Two months later, on 29 October 1994, Christie died. This was a sad time for Goldie. She had driven the trip from Salt Lake City to Idaho Falls by herself for many years, to stay with her mother during the winter for several months and help her and visit with her. Even after Christie was living in the care center, Goldie still went up to visit her often. Now she would dearly miss this sweet association.

A Joyous Reunion

            Goldie proved to be a model matriarch for her family. She made regular phone calls and sent cards and letters to her children and grandchildren, sharing the beauties she found in life and encouraging them to work hard and be faithful to Gospel principles. She was diligent in her efforts to teach by “precept and example” and to encourage her family to live the principles of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and to be happy.

In an interview about her life, she was asked what she would like to share for others to learn from. She answered: “Be true to yourself and your standards. Remember that you know and Heavenly Father knows what you do—right or wrong. So keep to the right always. Keeping a positive mental attitude is a big help. Show love and appreciation to each loved one. Do it now. Express it with hugs and kisses and words, and remember the golden rule. Take more time to spend with each child and husband. Let the daily chores take second place.”

In December 1999, Goldie suffered a stroke. For about three months afterwards, she stayed at the Health South Rehabilitation Center near her home while they helped her get her strength back and her ability to think more clearly. At this same time, her daughter Madeline and husband Eli were building a new home for their family in Brigham City, Utah. Madeline was a nurse, and had always hoped that if her mother needed care in her later years, that she would be able to help care for her. She and Eli had planned a main floor bedroom for either of their mothers to live there if there was ever a need. They were just finishing their home when Health South informed the family that Goldie would need to be released soon. She had progressed as far as possible at their facility. The family needed to find a place for Goldie to live. She could not live alone yet, but the hope was that she would be able to at some point. Her daughter Adele worked out of the home during the daytime, so it was a great blessing that Madeline could lovingly bring her mother into her home to care for her.

            The family moved Goldie’s own bedroom furniture into the bedroom in Brigham City and made it as much like her own home as possible. Eli and Madeline were so kind and caring with Goldie. Goldie held on to hope that she would yet be able to return to live in her own little condo back among her friends and neighbors. She would visit with them on the phone at times. She enjoyed watching Shirley Temple and Lawrence Welk videos and she like to watch the BYU devotionals on TV. She didn’t listen to the radio much, but she loved to watch the educational channel on television. One time she slipped and broke her ankle. Since she couldn’t walk on her own, she had to stay at the Pioneer Care Center near their home where they could help her until she could again put weight on her foot.

            The Newman Family Reunions had traditionally been a three-day event held every other year in northern Utah at an LDS Girl’s Camp. In 1998, before her stroke, Goldie went to the reunion with Adele and her husband, Steve, and slept in their motor home. At that time she was having trouble walking very far, so the family rented a golf cart for her to buzz around in and she enjoyed it. After her stroke, she was not able to attend the 2000 Newman Reunion for the full three days; so family members brought her from Brigham City up to the girl’s camp for a day and took her back home that evening. She enjoyed the activities and was in the family pictures. It was very special to everyone for Goldie-Mom-Grandma to be there. Everyone was attentive to her and she got to visit with her children and grandchildren that she didn’t get to see very often. After the reunion ended, everyone drove to Brigham City to visit with Goldie again and say good-by. There they all visited and sang songs together and enjoyed the time with her before leaving for their homes in various parts of the country.

Goldie’s children all loved her and cared for her. Several times they took her back to visit her friends in Sandy and to see that all was well at her condo. They sent her cards and letters and called her regularly.

            In March 2002, she became much weaker and was less and less able to move around and care for herself. The doctor said she had a very enlarged heart. But everyone always knew she had a big heart. When she was not able to walk on her own, the family took her back to the Pioneer Care Center where she could have the help she needed. Madeline had called Adele and her husband Steve, the evening of March 8th to tell them of Goldie’s deteriorating condition, and they drove to Brigham City that evening. The next morning as Goldie was being checked in to the care center, the daughters called Hospice for their help. After the paperwork was filled out, Goldie was lying in bed visiting with her daughters—dozing in and out of sleep. They had set up a little television with Lawrence Welk playing and they visited a while. Madeline needed to return home to take care of her children, and was going to come back in a little while to have supper with Goldie. Steve and Adele needed to return to Salt Lake. Fifteen minutes after the girls left, on 9 March 2002 at 5:15 pm, Goldie passed away.

A sweet and wonderful lady left this world for a joyous reunion with her dear husband, Monty, and with her mother, father, two grandsons, and other loving family members and friends.

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Appendix A—Marriage Certificate and Wedding Day Picture
Appendix B—Back Matter for Delmont Urech Newman

Birth Certificate
Death Certificate

Obituary

Beloved husband, father, grandfather, Delmont Urech Newman, age 64, died August 11, 1980, in a Salt Lake hospital.

            Born January 25, 1916, Garfield, Idaho, to Thomas William and Bertha Maria Urech Newman. Married Goldie Heath, June 3, 1942, Salt Lake LDS Temple. He was a retired accountant. Active member LDS Church; served a Swiss-German Mission, 1937-1939, High Priest, Ward clerk. Resident of Bellflower, California, 1947-1977.

            Survivors: wife, Salt Lake City; sons and daughters, Stephen D., Elk Grove, California; Terry W., Grand Terrace, California; Michael D., Las Vegas, Nevada; Mrs. Adele Cronkhite, Salt Lake City; Mrs. Larry (Madeline) Baker, Hyrum; 12 grandchildren; mother, Jerome, Idaho; brother and sisters, H. Thomas, Jerome, Idaho; Mrs. Helen Giles, Orem; Mrs. Harold (Rachel) Sudweeks, Idaho Falls, Idaho; Mrs. Marold (Viola) Dilworth, Bruneau, Idaho; Mrs. Wayne (Isabelle) Prince, Bennion.

            Funeral services Thursday noon [14 Aug 1980], Butler 11th Ward, 1800 East 7200 South. Friends may call at the Jenkins Soffe Mortuary, 4760 South State, Wednesday 6-8 p.m. and Thursday at the chapel one hour prior to services.

Deseret News, Tuesday August 12, 1980

Timeline of the Life of Delmont Urech Newman

Date	Age	Timeline of Delmont Urech Newman
25 Jan 1916	0.0	Born in Rigby, Jefferson (Garfield) county, Idaho
01 Jun 1920	4.4	lost silver dollar with brother and to bed with no supper
01 Jul 1920	4.4	Willie made sparks that reddened Monty’s face
01 Jan 1921	4.9	Newman family moved from Rigby, Garfield township to Jerome area
01 Sep 1921	5.6	Started 1st grade
01 Jan 1926	9.9	family sold the farm in Rigby and bought 80 acres in Jerome, rented a home while building their new house
26 Feb 1928	12.1	ordained a Deacon by Thomas William Newman, Jerome Ward, Blaine Stake
01 Sep 1929	13.6	family moved in to their finished home on the farm in Jerome, Route #1, Jerome, Idaho
26 Jan 1930	14.0	ordained a Teacher by Thomas William Newman, Jerome Ward, Blaine Stake
25 Mar 1934	18.2	ordained a priest by Heber N. Folkman, Jerome Ward, Blaine Stake
23 May 1935	19.3	Graduated from Jerome High School, lost one school year when moving
01 Sep 1935	19.6	went to SLC to attended LDS Business College, lived with Aunt Ethel
25 Jan 1936	20.0	living at Aunt Ethel’s in SLC while going to LDSBC. Had 20th birthday there.
27 Oct 1936	20.8	recd mission call, signed by Heber J. Grant, to Swiss-German Mission
14 Nov 1936	20.8	MTC in SLC until Dec 3
20 Nov 1936	20.8	recd Temple Endowment
09 Dec 1936	20.9	sailed from New York on ‘Berengaria’ for mission to Switzerland
16 Dec 1936	20.9	served two weeks in Hanover Germany before being trans to Uelzen
31 Dec 1936	20.9	transferred to Uelzen, Germany
19 May 1937	21.3	transferred to Herzogenbuchese, Switzerland
8 Dec 1937	21.9	transferred to Burgdorf, Switzerland
13 Feb 1938	22.1	transferred to Bern, Switzerland
14 May 1938	22.3	had appendicitis, had them out in hospital in Bern; stayed in hospital nine days
14 Nov 1938	22.8	transferred to the Mission Home office at Basel as Bookkeeper of the mission
4 May 1939	23.3	began traditional tour of mission 4 May thru 26 May 1939, before his release
4 Jun 1939	23.4	spoke in Sacrament mtg with Elder Wirthlin
21 Jun 1939	23.4	recd mission release, dated 18 June 1939, and signed by Msn Pres Thomas E. McKay. Began journey home.
31 Jul 1939	23.5	arrived in SLC and went to Aunt Ethel’s, parents, Isabelle, Hellen and Bill there to greet him
1 Aug 1939	23.5	arrived home in Jerome from Mission
1 Sep 1939	23.6	after mission, he took job as Deputy County Tax Collector for Jerome County treasurer’s office
06 Jan 1940	24.0	called to serve as Stake Missionary in the Blaine, Idaho, Stake until 10 Apr 1941
25 Oct 1940	24.8	met Goldie Heath at M-Men and Gleaner Halloween party
07 Dec 1940	24.9	Pearl Harbor bombed, 3 weeks after Tommy and Bill returned home from their Missions to Hawaii
10 Apr 1941	25.2	released as Stake Missionary in Blaine, Idaho, stake
13 Mar 1941	25.1	Monty proposed to Goldie in the evening. She accepted.
21 Mar 1941	25.2	Quit job for Mr Kennedy at tax office the end of March. Pay too low.
01 Apr 1941	25.2	Attended Link’s Business College in Boise for a month–prob Mar 28-Apr 28
20 Apr 1941	25.3	Took Civil Service Translation Exam in Twin Falls; a week later took a Civil Service Stenographer Exam
21 May 1941	25.3	Sent ltr to Goldie, who had just left for IF for summer. He was working at Kennedy’s again.
23 May 1941	25.3	Sent letter to Tommy stating went to Boise, etc. and Goldie just went home for summer
01 Jun 1941	25.4	living at home in Jerome, recd post card from Tommy in Hawaii on mission
04 Jun 1941	25.4	Sent Goldie a letter. Working for Mr. Kennedy again. Had recently first met Goldie’s family.
04 Jul 1941	25.5	Monty and Goldie and some friends toured Yellowstone.
01 Aug 1941	25.5	Left for Civil Service position in Bituminous Coal Div. in D.C.  Got there about end of Aug.
01 Sep 1941	25.6	attending Emerson Inst in DC studying algebra, trig, history, English to brush up for exam for Army Air Corp.
04 Sep 1941	25.6	notice from local Jerome Board to report for physical at Washington Local Board
21 Sep 1941	25.7	letter to Jerome Local Board asking for deferment of exam until after his exam for Army Air Corp training
07 Nov 1941	25.8	recd notice from Uncle Sam for induction to Army, report for physical
13 Dec 1941	25.9	Returned home to Jerome for his draft call. Sent Western Union when he arrived in SLC to Goldie in Jerome
24 Dec 1941	25.9	Monty gave Goldie an engagement ring
25 Dec 1941	25.9	announced their engagement at Christmas dinner
03 Jan 1942	26.0	recd Sel Serv ltr informing he will be called for induction physical on 15 Jan 1942
01 Jan 1942	26.0	recd Western Union from Goldie, living at Sandbergs in Pocatello, with “all my love”
15 Jan 1942	26.0	sent Western Union from Pocatello to Goldie/Jerome–Extravagant but sweet. Thank Sandbergs… All my love. Mont
01 Feb 1942	26.0	took a job at the War Dept, US Engineer Off., Ft. Peck Dist, Finance Section, Fort Peck, Montana, until June 1944
05 Mar 1942	26.1	rejected for enlistment in US Naval Reserve for same reason rejected for Selective Service, 4F back problems
07 May 1942	26.3	snt Western Union frm Glasgow to Goldie/ Jerome–All available houses frozen…Unable get leave till June. Monty
18 May 1942	26.3	recd Temple Recommend for Temple Sealing on 8 Jun 1942 in Salt Lake Temple to Goldie Adelaide Heath
03 Jun 1942	26.4	married and moved to Fort Peck in a Hudson
08 Sep 1943	27.6	Steve was born while they lived at Ft. Peck, Montana
01 Jun 1944	28.4	Moved to Calif, stopped at Bellemont, AZ,  to mng trading post at the ordinance depot.
12 Oct 1944	28.7	Goldie had appendectomy at Flagstaff Hosp
01 Feb 1945	29.0	Left Bellemont, AZ, for California, stayed w/Aunt Doll while house hunting. Moved to Compton Feb 1945.
01 Feb 1945	29.0	moved to California, stayed with Doll and Chick while house hunting
08 Feb 1945	29.1	finalized on purchase of home in Compton, 1648 E 127th Place, for a total price of $4,293.38
01 Feb 1945	29.0	accepted position with Firestone Tire and Rubber until Oct 1954
23 Jun 1945	29.4	Adele was born while they lived at Compton, Calif.
24 Nov 1946	30.9	called to serve as Stake Missionary in the Long Beach Stake
01 Sep 1947	31.6	moved to 15542 So. Leahy Ave, Bellflower, to raise rabbits
14 Feb 1948	32.1	ordained a Seventy by Clifford E. Young
26 Aug 1948	32.6	Terry was born in while they lived in Bellflower
01 Oct 1948	32.7	Bellflower Ward Chapel dedicated
10 Jul 1949	33.5	recd Teacher Training Certificate
01 Jan 1950	34.0	Stake Clerk in East Long Beach Stake, 1140 Ximino, LB, Cal 1950-1954
22 May 1951	35.3	Michael was born while they lived in Bellflower
18 Apr 1953	37.3	Madeline was born while they lived in Bellflower
01 Jun 1953	37.4	ordained High Priest by Thomas C. Eynon, East Long Beach Stake
01 Oct 1954	38.7	self-employed doing small business bookkeeping accounts until Dec 1954, 2 months
01 Jan 1955	39.0	worked for Stauffer Chemical, Dominguez, Calif. for 3 months
01 Mar 1955	39.1	worked for Royal Farms in South Gate, Calif to May 1955, 2 months
01 May 1955	39.3	worked for U.S. Tire and Rubber until 1956
01 Jan 1956	40.0	worked for Western Piping and Engineering Co. 1956-1961
01 Jan 1959	43.0	2 years of business college at California College of Commerce, Long Beach  1959-1961
01 Jan 1961	45.0	worked at American Security Products Co, Inc, accountant 1961 to Jul 1974
30 Jun 1966	50.5	given his commission as a Notary Public in California
21 Jun 1974	58.4	received notice of Layoff from American Security Products, staff cutback lack of work, made $4.63 an hour
01 Jul 1974	58.5	worked for Ralph W. Evans Construction Co, Inc. accountant 1974-1976
01 Oct 1975	59.7	worked for D&D Tire Warehouse, Long Beach, Calif until Jan 1976, 3 months
01 Jan 1976	60.0	worked at Star Safe Co. (part of Amer Security Products Co) 1976-1977
01 Jun 1977	61.4	layed off from Star Safe Co when they moved to a computer accounting system
01 Aug 1977	61.6	moved to Salt Lake City, Utah
01 Aug 1977	61.6	worked for CDM Mortgage
01 Jan 1979	63.0	took early retirement
01 May 1980	64.3	diagnosed with brain tumor
11 Aug 1980	64.6	Daddy died
SCHOOLING

Appendix C—Back Matter for Goldie Adelaide Heath

Birth Certificate
Death Certificate

A Note from Goldie Heath Newman to Her Children and Grandchildren

I’m pleased…to reflect upon my years lived. Always I have felt a warm feeling about my Heavenly Father. It was reinforced, I’m sure, from Mother’s teachings and Primary and Sunday School. I remember being assured Heavenly Father would forgive me for misdeeds if I were really sorry and prayed for Him to forgive me. It was a child’s unhesitating faith I remember feeling as I did so.

It was impressed upon me by my mother that lying was not acceptable, so I’ve always despised deception. Being honest in heart, truthful in dealing with people with no subterfuge has always been important to me. I fondly remember believing in Santa Claus, counting the weeks and days until Christmas. It didn’t matter what we received—candy, nuts, an orange and perhaps a doll.

I was always taught to be modest and respect my body and to demand that in my friends. Looseness in dating among some of the girls and fellows was known in those days, as it is now. I had a good reputation for being a good student, active in school plays and operettas; I played the mandolin, sang in choirs, dated, and had fun. I was blessed and protected.

I’ve always thrilled to beauty in God’s handiwork. The miracle of His creations help me feel closer to Him and let me know the Gospel, too, is perfect. I have felt the pattern of my life was made as if I were quietly led by the hand. Small decisions subsequently proved to be vitally important in shaping later decisions. My choice not to skip 6th grade, when it was offered, made me a senior in the year when our ward was alphabetically in line for that year’s seminary scholarships to Ricks College, which was awarded to me. My choice later to seek employment teaching in Jerome let me meet my future husband. And our decision to move to California certainly was important. We went for Monty to attend the National Radio Institute, but although that did not materialize, it brought us to California where we found our half acre of land, which lead to our building rentals which helped in rearing our family and provided a retirement income for us. The decision to raise rabbits didn’t last, but it gave us our half acre of land to build rentals on to provide income for later. It just seemed we were blessed in our decisions. We always paid full tithing. Our family experienced good health and freedom from serious accidents. We never had lucrative income, but we had sufficient for our needs.

Then after thirty years of not wanting to leave California, we were able to make the positive decision to sell the property, quit the jobs, and migrate to Salt Lake City. I’m sure it was Heavenly Father touching my heart and saying, “it is time to move on.” Then in His wisdom he knew Monty was to leave me and we needed to have those three years to adjust and settle in first.

I am grateful for my family and friends, ward and Church activity, comfortable home and health. I enjoy visiting the temple. I am really blessed. I want my children and their children to increase their love of the Gospel because only by doing so can they be happy and achieve worthwhile goals. We want to be worthy of our Heavenly Father’s love.

Goldie A. Newman Eulogy

Goldie Adelaide Heath Newman died peacefully on March 9, 2002, in Brigham City, Utah. She was 84. The oldest of five children, She was born Nov 16, 1917, in Shelton, Idaho, to Grover Davies Heath and Christie Egan Heath. During most of her childhood, the family lived on a farm in Shelton and Goldie enjoyed the many activities of farm life.  Winters there meant going to church in a sleigh since there were no snowplows.  School children came to Buck school from four miles away—by horseback or one-horse sleighs.  There was a shed for the horses.  At recess, the children ice skated on the frozen canal across the road from the school.  And they played fox and geese in the snow in the schoolyard.  School lunch was unheard of, but some of the mothers would supply Campbell’s soup heated on kerosene stoves.

Always an avid reader, Goldie spent many evenings in her youth reading by the light of a coal oil lamp. She had a beautiful voice and sang for many church functions.  She was the lead vocalist in several productions in high school and at Ricks College.

After college she taught school in Idaho five years—three at Osgood and two at Jerome.  In the summer of 1938 she went to summer school at BYU and stayed half the term at Aspen Grove.  As a class, they climbed Mt. Timpanogas–and she loved it.  In the summer of 1939 she took a bus trip across America to Washington D.C. to see the World’s Fair. She really enjoyed this experience and spoke of it often during her lifetime. And in the summer of 1940, she and her good friend Mary Feuerstein took a bus to Colorado to attend classes at the Greeley State Teacher’s College. One of their classes was a swimming class, which Mom really enjoyed.

In 1940, at a ward M-Men and Gleaner Halloween social, she met  Monty.  At the activity there were doughnuts and cider and roasted marshmallows and they played charades.  She sat between Monty and another young man most of the evening and they visited.  On her way home from the party with some other girls, she asked who he was and was told he had just returned from a Swiss-German mission the year before (1939).

Monty called her from his home on the family farm in Jerome and thus began the courtship. They were married in the Salt Lake Temple on June 3, 1942. They moved to southern California where they lived in Bellflower for 30 years, working hard and making a wonderful life for their five children. They moved to the Cottonwood Heights area of Salt Lake in 1977. Goldie worked as a cook at the Lion House and Monty worked as an accountant until he took early retirement in 1979.

Goldie’s tragic loss came when her dear Monty died only 10 months after he retired. She continued to work as a cook at the Lion House, then the Salt Lake Temple and finally the Jordan River Temple until her retirement in 1986.

In 1994 she moved to Sandy, Utah, where she lived five years.  She had many wonderful friends and memories from the years she lived there.  In December 1999, she suffered a stroke and lost some of her freedom. She was lovingly brought into the home of her daughter and son-in-law, Madeline and Eli Clark, to live in Brigham City, Utah. She dearly loved her family and enjoyed keeping in touch with them and with her many friends. She was always a wonderful example of kindness and compassion. 

Mom was loved by all who knew her. She was a very intelligent and talented lady. She loved the Lord and her life showed it.  She served in many callings as a true and faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She loved the beauties of this world and had a very kind and caring nature. The world is better for her having been here and we as her family will miss her dearly.  We look forward to the time we will be reunited again with our dear Father and Mother.

(You may notice some of the ladies in her family wearing her jewelry today—as a way to show our love for her.)

Goldie A. Newman Obituary

Goldie Adelaide Heath Newman died peacefully on March 9, 2002, in Brigham City, UT. She was 84.

The oldest of five children, Goldie was born Nov 16, 1917, in Shelton, Idaho, to Grover Davies Heath and Christie Egan Heath.

 During most of her childhood the family lived on a farm in Shelton and Goldie enjoyed the many activities of farm life. Always an avid reader, she spent many evenings in her youth reading by the light of a coal oil lamp. Goldie had a beautiful voice and sang for many church functions.  She was the lead vocalist in several productions in high school and college.

After college she taught school in Idaho for five years. She met Delmont Urech Newman at a church social and they were married in the Salt Lake Temple on June 3, 1942. They lived in Bellflower, CA, for 30 years, working hard and making a wonderful life for their five children. They moved to the Cottonwood Heights area of Salt Lake County in 1977. After Delmont’s death, she continued to work as a cook at the Lion House and later at the Salt Lake Temple and the Jordan River Temple until her retirement in 1986. In 1994 she moved to Sandy, UT, and gained many dear friends there.

Goldie was loved by all who knew her. She was intelligent, talented, and had a kind and caring nature. She loved the beauties of nature. A devoted member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, she served faithfully in many callings.

She is preceded in death by her parents, husband, and two grandchildren; survived by her children Stephen D. Newman (Carolyn), Champaign, IL; Adele Knudson (Stephen), Murray, UT; Terry William Newman (Yvonne), Thousand Oaks, CA; Michael D. Newman (Phyllis), El Verano, CA; Madeline Clark (Eli), Brigham City, UT; 22 grandchildren, 6 great-grandchildren; brothers Wendell G. Heath, Bakersfield, CA; Ersel W. Heath and J. Emery Heath, both of Idaho Falls, ID; sister Betty Lou  McCrary (Freeman), Syracuse, UT.

Funeral services will be held at 12:00 noon on Friday, March 15, 2002, at the Hillcrest 5th Ward chapel, 915 E. Peach Blossom Drive, Sandy, UT, where friends may call from 11:00-12:00 prior to the service. Interment will be at the  Holladay Memorial Park Cemetery, under the direction of Cannon Mortuary.

Timeline of the Life of Goldie Adelaide Heath Newman

Date	Age
16 Nov 1917	0.0	Born in Shelton Ward, Prospect township, Idaho two mos premature, 4-1/2 lbs.
03 Feb 1918	0.2	blessed by Erastus Howard Egan
01 Apr 1918	0.4	family moved from Shelton to rent a 180 acre farm from Mr. Edwards 12 years
26 Apr 1919	1.4	Wendell born
22 Feb 1921	3.3	Ersel born
15 Jul 1922	4.7	Emery born
01 Sep 1923	5.8	Started 1st grade at Buck School; First teacher was Joyce Humphrey
10 Feb 1926	8.2	baptized by Evan H. Jenkins, confirmed 10 Jan 1926 by Charles S. Crabtree
01 Dec 1927	10.0	played Mrs. Mulligan in Christmas play, 5th grade at Buck School
01 May 1928	10.5	sang Mother McCree in Church/Mother’s Day with her Uncle Clifford on violin.
01 Mar 1930	12.3	family moved from Edmond’s farm to Ammon town site farm–the mansion
6 Sep 1930	12.3	Betty Lou is born
01 May 1931	13.5	graduated from Ammon 8th grade co-valedictorian with Roine Fife
01 Sep 1931	13.8	started high school, 9th grade at Ammon HS, took algebra, typing, shorthand
01 Mar 1932	14.3	Moved from the Ammon ‘mansion’ to a farm 2-1/2 miles east of Ammon
01 Sep 1932	14.8	got lead in 10th grade 3 act play, walked home 2-1/2 miles 3 wks after practices
01 Mar 1933	15.3	tried out for school operetta and won soprano lead
01 May 1935	17.5	Graduated from Ammon High school, co-valedictorian with Roine Fife
01 May 1935	17.5	Graduated from seminary, Graduation Certificate signed by Heber J. Grant
01 Sep 1935	17.8	Attended Ricks College for the 1935-36 school year on Seminary scholarship
13 Oct 1935	17.9	Got lead in freshman play, “Bring Up Father”. Had her PK Club Pledging Party
18 Oct 1935	17.9	PK Club girls in white, walked 2-1/2 mi to meet Santa Rosa boys at train
21 Oct 1935	17.9	Sent letter to home from type class to tell mom abt play and PK Club
06 Dec 1935	18.1	1st qtr report card (Eng, Physiology, Ethics, Orien., Type, S/hand, Play Prod.)
01 Jan 1936	18.1	changed major from Business to Primary Education second semester
13 Mar 1936	18.3	2nd qtr-Eng,AmGov,Orien,Rel/Ethics,Glee,Teach,Tests/Meas,Play Prod,Ed Psy
01 May 1936	18.5	I.F. summer job, live-in housekeeper for city atny. Went home on weekends
29 May 1936	18.5	3rd qtr-Engl,AmGov,Orien, Rel/Ethics,Glee,Class mgt, Ida Schl law,Psych, PE
01 Sep 1936	18.8	Attended U of I–So Branch (at Pocatello) for the 1936-37 school year.
30 Jan 1937	19.2	1st sem report card (Art, Ed, Ed, Eng, PE, PE, Soc, Zool)
09 Feb 1937	19.2	recd Student Teaching Assignment at Bonneville school tching 4th-6th grades
01 May 1937	19.5	Grad from UofI, Poc with 2-yr Teaching Cert (Ricks 1yr, So Branch 1yr)
01 Jun 1937	19.6	Accepted teaching position at Osgood in I.F.. Taught three years 37-38, 38-39, 39-40.
01 Sep 1937	19.8	recd State Elementary Certificate to teach for 5 years
01 Sep 1937	19.8	Began teaching first year at Osgood
01 Jun 1938	20.6	BYU Summer school. Recd cert frm Nat’l Recreation Assn.Training Institute June 13 to July 22, 1938 and took 75 hrs of arts and crafts, 50 hrs music, and 50 hrs nature activities.
01 Sep 1938	20.8	Taught second year at Osgood
20 Jan 1939	21.2	Monty on ship homeward from Swiss Mission
01 Jun 1939	21.6	Traveled by bus across the country to the World’s Fair in Washington D.C.
01 Sep 1939	21.8	Taught third year at Osgood
05 Feb 1940	22.2	Was teaching the 19th week of school at Osgood (30 children)
01 May 1940	22.5	signed contract to teach again at Osgood for 1940-41 school year, but ended up moving to Jerome and signing there instead
01 Jun 1940	22.6	Attended summer term at Greeley State Teachers College in Colorado with best friend Mary Feinstein. Took Education 113, Health and PE, Education 110 and Science 101.
01 Sep 1940	22.8	Moved to Jerome, taught 1st-6th grades at Washington Schl in 1940-41 & 1941-42. Board/room w/Sandberg family $30/mo.
31 Oct 1940	23.0	Met Monty at ward M-Men and Gleaner Halloween party
01 Sep 1941	23.8	Taught second year at Jerome at Washington School
13 Dec 1941	24.1	recd Western Union from Monty–arriving in Twin Falls 11:00 pm tonight
01 May 1942	24.5	recd Western Union from Monty–at Glasgow Montana, houses frozen, unable to get leave until
01 Sep 1942	24.8	Teacher’s Cert renewed for 5 more years, altho she married and didn’t use it
24 Dec 1941	24.1	Got engagement ring Christmas Eve, announced it on Christmas Day
03 Jun 1942	24.6	Married, moved to Ft. Peck, Montana
08 Jun 1942	24.6	worked as a clerk for the US Corps of Engineers/Repro Dept til Steve was born
08 Sep 1943	25.8	Steve was born at Ft. Peck, Montana
30 May 1944	26.6	Moved to Calif, stopped at Bellemont, AZ, to manage trading post May to Feb
12 Oct 1944	26.9	Had appendectomy at Flagstaff Hospital, cost Dr=$150, Hospital=$107.30
01 Feb 1945	27.2	Moved on to Calif, stayed w/Doll while buying home. Moved Compton Feb ‘45.
23 Jun 1945	27.6	Adele was born at Compton, California
01 Sep 1947	29.8	Moved to Bellflower to raise rabbits. Bought home on half acre for $11,000.
26 Aug 1948	30.8	Terry was born, 9 lbs 14 oz.
01 Mar 1949	31.3	Called as Primary President, served two years
22 May 1951	33.5	Michael born. Released as Primary pres. Called as Jr SS chorister
01 Oct 1951	33.9	Called as Jr Sunday School Coordinator (President). Served 10 years.
18 Apr 1953	35.4	Madeline was born in Downey, California.
01 Sep 1957	39.8	Cook’s helper at BHS lunch program; then as Manager of Snack Bar.
01 May 1968	50.5	Cook at Bullocks Dept Store restaurant doing hot dishes, salad prep 1968-1970
01 Sep 1968	50.8	Fullerton JC food prep classes 68-69; food safety/sanitation, quantity cooking
01 Sep 1969	51.8	Cerritos JC Nutrition classes 1969-70; work (cooking) simplification
01 Sep 1970	52.8	took a night class in office machines at Bellflower High School
14 Jan 1972	54.2	went w/fam & Sis Pearce to L.A. Temple ward temple night; salmon bake after.
7 Feb 1972	54.2	submitted resignation to Bellflower High school lunch program, effective Feb 11, 1972
02 Feb 1972	54.2	Began at Kaiser Hospital as mgr of employee cafeteria, 10-6:30pm 1972-1977
07 Nov 1974	57.0	Ltr frm Christie-Clifford got $100K for farm; Emery sld farm, will farm Cook farm
01 Aug 1977	59.7	Moved w/Monty to SLC, Cottonwood Heights near Steve, Adele, Madeline
15 Aug 1977	59.8	interviewed and was hired to work nights at the Lion House
01 Sep 1977	53.8	made 25 gal Canadian Cheese Soup for Boyd Packer’s son’s wedding receptn.
01 Oct 1979	61.9	Monty took early retirement from CDM Mortgage
11 Aug 1980	62.8	Monty died at UofU Medical Center
16 Nov 1981	64.0	Transferred from working SL Temple to working at new Jordan River Temple
16 Nov 1982	65.0	Cut her working hours at Jordan River Temple down to four 7-1/2 hour days
24 Nov 1985	68.1	Gave closing prayer Assembly Hall-Christmas Devotnl Jordan Rvr Tmple wrkrs
26 Nov 1986	69.1	Retired from working at the Jordan River Temple
01 Aug 1994	76.8	Sold her Cottonwood Heights home and bought a new condo in Sandy, Utah
29 Oct 1994	77.0	Goldie’s mother Christie died in Idaho Falls at the age of 103 years.
01 Dec 1999	82.1	Had stroke in Sandy condo, spent 3 months at Health South Rehab Center
01 Mar 2000	82.3	Moved in with Madeline and Eli’s family
09 Mar 2002	84.4	Goldie died at Pioneer Care Center, Brigham City

Appendix D—Monty’s Mission Tour Notes and Trip Home Summary

Thursday, May 4 (1939).

            From to Neuchatel, Geneva, by boat in the evening over to Lausanne.

Friday, May 5.

            From Lausanne to Montreaux, Spiez, Thun, back to Basel.

Saturday, May 6.

            From Basel to Zurich, Glarus.

Sunday, May 7.

            Starting at Glarus to Ueznach, Herisau, Appenzell, St. Gallen, Rorschach, Romanshore, Konstanz, Schaffausen, Rhein Falls, Basel.

Monday, May 8.

            Slept like a log last night and just at seven they hammered on the wall and woke me up. We just had 20 minutes to get dressed, wash, and catch the train. Still, we did it somehow and got on the train out of the place all right. It was raining cats and dogs this morning and we could not see very much, but it was the same just about everywhere else, too.

            We traveled all morning and went down to Ziegelbrücke where we had to wait 20 minutes for a train to St. Moritz. Arriving in St. Moritz at 12:50, we looked for a restaurant, hotel stickers and the like, but the whole town was closed up as it is off season right now. We did find a plate of spaghetti in a beer hall and had a bite to eat before going farther. We left at 2:30 for Pontrisina and Compocologna over the Bermina railway. This is supposed to be the highest railroad in the world.

We were greatly surprised to see the girls get on at Pontrisina and so we had a gay time from there on. It was a very beautiful trip up through the mountains and we saw some wild animal life along the way. The snow was very deep up on the mountain pass and some of the drifts were higher than the train. It was snowing as we went over, too. We arrived in Compocologna at about 5:30 and while the girls had a bite to eat, we walked around and picked a few wild flowers and even set foot on Italian soil. The guards at the line would not let us take their picture, though.

We took the train back to Poschiavo where we stayed the night. Bought some bread and cheese and had a bite to eat before going to bed. It was wonderful riding through these mountains with the clouds hanging low and letting you glimpse the peaks now and then through a little rift in them. The hillsides are very steep and green and covered with pines and waterfalls. There was even a lake here in the tops of the mountains.

Tuesday, May 9.

            When I got out of bed the view was really something to behold. The skies had cleared somewhat and the snowy peaks could be seen everywhere. A few scattered clouds here and there along the mountains added to the beauty of the picture.

Wednesday, May 10.

Slept in Basel last night and it was just all right to sleep in my own bed again. We got up again early and this time we had everything packed to go to Italy tomorrow. We each had a suitcase and as we were a trifle late, we had to run for the streetcar. It seems that we are always running to catch something. Arriving at the station, we tore through the main aisle like as if the train was already moving. Going around the corner to go under the tracks, Brother Ryser wend down on the cement. He has those hobnails in his shoes and it is a job keeping him on his feet going around corners the way we have been going lately. He was up in a jiffy with no injury and we barely made the train as it was pulling out. After finding a compartment, we sat down to take a bit of a breather after the early morning dash for the train. At Olten, we had to move up a few cars on the train as the half we were in was going to Luzerne and we wanted to go to Berne.

Arriving in Bern, we caught the first Omnibus out for the Elfenan to the German Consulate. We all wanted to get a Visa. We were all high spirits going out, the clouds looked like they were clearing up and we were going to have nice weather to see the Alps with. At the Consulate though, it didn’t take them very long to take the happy spirit out of us. First, we had to wait quite a while. Then a man took our passes away in another room. Brother Ryser said, “To see if our names were on the ‘Black List.” After a while he brought them back and said that to get a Visa for any length of time would be impossible, but we could get a through travel one. That kind would do none of us any good, so we kind of talked strongly with the man. He got red in the face, and was at a loss for words two or three times but he held his ground and would give us no reason for not giving us the kind of Visa we wanted.

            Being plenty burned up with the flat refusal, we stormed up to the bus line and went back to Bern. We walked around a bit and took a fast gander at some of the famous things, met the Missionaries Smith and Earl, and then we had to run for the station again. This time we caught a fast train right down through Thun, Spiez, and through the Lötschberg tunnels down the Rhone valley to Brig. It was still very cloudy, but it cleared up quite a bit so that we could see the Alps just after leaving Spiez.

            The farther we went, the better the weather seemed to get and after we hit the Rhone Valley, it was very clear and we even got a glimpse of the mighty Matterhorn, all snow covered sticking itself way up into the sky. Along the way it was interesting to note the many little houses built right on the side of the hills. They were made completely out of stones taken right from the vicinity. Every little town seems to have a nice church, no matter how small the town is.

            After getting a hotel sticker and sending off a card, we caught the train again back to Spiez. It was kind of going over the same country twice, but as the road over the mountains east from Brig is closed, we had to come back. At Spiez we were undecided whether or not to stay on the train, or take a boat up to Interlaken or what. The train had stopped in Spiez and was getting ready to go again when, we suddenly made the decision to take the boat. We grabbed the bags, coats, and cameras and jumped off the train just as it started out for Thun.

            After getting our bearings again, we asked at the ticked office when the next boat would be going for Interlaken. Well, the fellow threw a bit of water on our enthusiasm by saying there was no more boats except on Sunday. This was Wednesday, so no go! We stood around a couple of minutes and decided to take the train up to Interlaken. By Brother Bateman’s watch, it was five after then, and after the decision was made, we looked up the train schedules to see when the next train would be going. One left at 4 minutes after!! We grabbed our stuff and tore out to the platform and found that the train was still there—Bate’s watch was fast!! We just did make it though and after a half an hour’s ride on this slow train, we arrived in Interlaken.

            First we looked the Missionaries up and delivered a message from Sister Dixon to Brother Hickman, then we went around town looking for a place to stay. The Missionaries knew of no places, but we all walked up to the east station and checked our bags there. It was too cloudy to see any of the mountains this evening, but we did get a glimpse of some of them on the way in on the train. On the way back, through town, we collected a few hotel stickers. One hotel had a sign and “Rooms 4.00 franks and up” so we decided to go on up to Messingen to stay the night.

            Brother Hickman took us to a place to eat for a fair price—the Hotel Blankreuz. We got a pretty good meal there and inquired about a room for the one night. It could be arranged for us for 5 franks for all of us. That was so reasonable that we took it. On the way back up to the east station, about 20 minutes, I did a bit of window shopping and purchased a picture of the Jungfran. Went to bed early as we must get up at 5:00 tomorrow.

Thursday, May 11.

Last night we told the girl to call us at 5:00 and so at a quarter to 5:00 this morning someone came and knocked on the door. It was hard getting up, but once out the morning air seemed to do something to you that helped a lot. We walked up to the east station and got on the train. That was about the first one we caught where we did not have to run to catch it. It was quite cloudy this morning but we could see a long ways up on the mountains.

On the way, Brother Ryser thinks it would be a good thing if we would put away the rest of the Italian money before we got to the border. Then it wouldn’t look quite so suspicious. One person is allowed only 350 Lire to take into Italy from outside. That is because outside of the country the Lire are much cheaper than inside and they want that you do not flood the country with cheap money. However, we planned it to go the cheapest way we could so we decided to take four hundred more Lire apiece and take them over in a can of film and put the can in the bottom of a can of powder and put the powder back in the can. Thus, the powder would still come out but the money would be well hidden. Brother Bateman got out the can and Brother Ryser tried to open it. The lid was very tight and he worked on it for some time. Finally, putting forth a big effort, the lid came off all at once and powder went all over the train car and Brother Ryser. It took us a couple of stations to clean up the mess!!

Going over the Brunig Pass was very beautiful. The clouds lifted just enough so we could see the peaks away up above the lake. The train went quite slowly both up and down hill, and it was a bit bore some going over the flat country to Luzerne. It was very beautiful along the lakes, though. In Luzerne, we had an hours wait before catching the train for Lugano. Sent off a few cards there and then we got on the train. It was a nice train with leather seats and it was plenty fast. It was quite a long ride down to the Gotthard and through it but it was certainly a beautiful ride. We could see the mountains just fine on the other side of the Gotthard. All the way down to Italy it was fine weather.

At Chiasso, we declared our money and got back on the train for Milan. It started raining again as soon as we got over the border and rained most of the night. They certainly do have a lot of different uniforms around down here. There are some with knee pants and putters and a green color with little Tirol hats and a long feather, and then there are others all in black with red trimmings wearing a Napoleon hat with it. Coming into the station at Milan was really a surprise. Never have I seen such a large Bahnhaf! and it was beautiful, too. All built out of marble and really massive. Coming out the door with our bags, (we had been warned, but never dreamed of anything like this) a long line of hotel men were lined up on each side of the door making it necessary for us to walk through. They set upon us like birds of prey and it was only with difficulty that we were able to keep our bags in our own hands. The most of them were discouraged with a definite “No,” but a couple hung on like leeches trying to get the last drop of blood out of us. Finally, we gave in to go with one of them and that got rid of the other ones. We walked four or five blocks to this fellow’s hotel then didn’t like the room, so left again. He didn’t like it a bit! We walked around some more blocks and found a much better place for the same price. We stayed there in two beds and a couch. I slept on the couch. It was a good bed.

Friday, May 12.

            We got up about eight. It had rained something awful during the night. I woke up once or twice ad could hear it just a coming down. Shaved and did a bit of writing then we had our breakfast right there in the hotel, then we set out to see the town. First we went to the Bahnhof and checked our bags and then caught the street bus for uptown to the Scala Platz. The streetcar system here is better than anything that I have so far seen over here in Europe. Milan is a very modern town and some of the new buildings that are going up—aluminum and glass—are really nice. We had a very hard time finding anyone around here that could speak anything but Italian.

Arriving at the Scala Platz, we found the American Express without much trouble and got a few instructions from there about what to see and do. First, we visited a museum—something or other Brera—where there was a statue of Napoleon and many famous paintings. From there we went over to the Dom Platz, we purchased a guidebook of Italy and had dinner. There is where I made my first mistake. Instead of tipping the waiter a mere Lira and a half, I got the 5’s and 50’s mixed up and gave the guy a 7 Lire tip. No wonder he bowed us out so nicely.

After eating, we went inside the dome and looked around, then went out to the little church Santa Maria del le Marcia and looked at Leonardo de Vince’s famous painting of “The Last Supper.” Looking at the painting, some of the stories that I had heard about it came back to me. How in looking for characters, de Vinci searched for a man to portray Christ and then after he had found him and finished the picture all but Judas, he had to look for another man to portray him. After years, he found him and it turned out to be the same man that had posed for Christ.

Right after that, we went down to a museum to see an Ausstetlang of de Vinci’s works. We certainly had a time trying to find someone that spoke German, but finally we paid the asked price and went in. This de Vince certainly went in for a lot of things as a lot of new inventions grew out of his ideas of physics. Some of his paintings were marvelous. We caught the bus back to the station ad had an hours wait for our train to Venice. While waiting, we ate a couple of oranges apiece. The Bahnhof is certainly a large place. We got on the train about a half an hour early so that we would get a good place, then after grabbing a compartment for ourselves, we all stood up in the doorway and put our suitcases on the seat to make it look like the thing was full up. One or two of the Italians had to be given a little more discouragement than that, but when the train pulled out we were alone. It wasn’t for long, though, as I had just gotten off to sleep and a typical Italian came in. We had the curtains closed and he had to crawl in, but in he came. I think more out of curiosity than anything else. Later on as it got dark, another fellow—a German—rode with us. Slept most of the way and we left Milan at 7:00 and arrived in Venice at 11:30.

Coming out of the station we met a fellow that heard us talking English and he came to us and spoke to us in English. He wanted to know if we had a place—we did, Hotel—if not, he had a nice place and would take us in for 10 Lire a person for the night, everything included. We thought it sounded fishy but decided to go with him for the adventure of it. Hotel men again besieged us, but this time we just straight-armed our way through. The lights of the city at night were certainly beautiful. We came tearing out of the station and almost flopped into the water. The streets are water here! We got aboard the water streetcar, very cheap, and rode away. Then this man that we had met took us for a walk to his place. The beds were good to look at. I’ll have to sleep in mine to see if they are buggy or not. The stars were out a little, maybe we are going to have good weather now.

Saturday, May 13.

            Got up about eight and lo! the sun was shining. There were clouds around though, and by the time we had had breakfast it was cloudy again. We got out right away to find the San Marco and we made the mistake of taking the map of the city out while walking. We no sooner stopped to take a glance at it than two men stepped up and wanted to guide us around somewhere. After that, we always walked somewhere and then looked at the map. We found the Marko Square all right and it was quite a sight with the pigeons and all. We spent some time looking at different things around there and a bit of a walk along the waterfront. Had dinner at a little shop by a canal so we could watch the gondolas go by. In the afternoon we went to a glass factory and watched them make some glass vases. I purchased a small one for mother. It started raining in the afternoon and discouraged any sight seeing to Lido and around. We went back to the room and in the evening went out for a ride in the gondola. There is a large German boat, “Milwaukee” of Hamburg Amerika Lines, in the harbor and the town is full of Germans.

Sunday, May 14.

            Slept in this morning and then we all got up and packed. Paid our bill and said goodbye to the innkeeper “Vianelli” on the Campo S. Marina. By this morning, we knew our way around pretty well and went right straight to the Grand Canal and boarded the streetcar for the station. We boarded the 9:08 train for Florence. Slept quite a bit of the way in and read a little. At one-thirty we were in Florence. It was raining very hard here and two of us stayed in the station while one went out and looked for a room. Pretty soon, the sun came out and things began to pick up. We found a very nice hotel in the good part of town close to the station and left our bags there. Then we set out to see a bit of the art they have here.

There is some kind of a sport event or something going on and the town was all decorated up with flags. The colors in the flags were not of the good fast kind and being wet by the rain, the most of them looked a sorry mess. We visited first the Cathedral and saw one of the last pieces of sculpture work done by Michael Angelo. After spending some time waling around looking for the Gallery of Art and finding it already closed, we looked for a restaurant and some food. We had a good meal and certainly laid it away, too, as we had had no breakfast and no dinner. Then we dashed down town again and had a look at some of the other statues and work done by Michael Angelo. There was some kind of celebration going on as the whole square down there was filled with people and flowers. The town here is also overrun with Germans—these Nazis and Fascists seem to have something in common. We came home about eight and went to bed. I did a bit of writing.

Monday, May 15.

            Slept in a little and then the sun was shining pretty well so we set out to see the town without our raincoats. In the morning we visited the Uffizi Gallery and saw many famous paintings as well as sculpture work. In the afternoon we visited more galleries and art museums. The Academy of Art, where the statue of “David” by Michael Angelo was, and the Pitti Gallery as well as the Church “Lorenzo” with some more of Michael Angelo’s works. Yesterday in the “Baptistery” we saw them baptizing some children. The bishop merely poured holy water over the child’s head and mumbled a few words in Latin. We checked out of the hotel early in the morning and left for Rome at 7:19. We arrived at about 11:30 and looked for a room. We went all over for an hour and inquired in at least a dozen places but either the price was too high, or the rooms did not suit us. Finally, at one place an old fellow about 45 said he would show us the place to stay and took us back to a hotel right near the Bahnhof for 10 Lire apiece a night. The only disadvantage being the streetcars right outside the window. I went to bed and noticed no noise until morning.

Tuesday, May 16.

            The streetcars woke me up about six and an hour later I got up and dressed. At eight, we all were packed and after humming and hawing around a bit, we decided to check out of the place as it was so noisy and so we went over to the Bahnhof and checked our bags. We wandered around a bit then looking for the American Express Co. and finally stumbled on to it. After that, things went a whole lot easier as the fellow there was really a-1 and put us all straight on everything. Received a letter from Margaret Heward and then after everything was straightened out, we noticed that it was really a lovely day. No clouds and very warm. We caught a bus and rode out to the Vatican and St. Peters. We met a young Canadian lady and walked around the grounds together. Saw the buildings where the Pope lived. Then we went to the museum-Vatican and saw a number of famous paintings as well as statues. The paintings in the Sistine Chapel were very good. The building is so large that one could spend days and weeks in it. Had dinner in a roadside restaurant with spaghetti. In the afternoon, we went into the St. Peter’s Church. Cameras were forbidden. It was such a huge place that one never realizes how large it is just standing on the floor looking up at the dome. We followed the directions of the guidebook and went from the statues by Michelangelo to pictures by Leonardo de Vinci. Thorwaldsen had made a fine one there. We climbed clear to the top. We went clear to the top of the dome. We then went to the station and got our bags and went to a nice Pension given to us by the American Express man. We unpacked and rested a bit before supper. Had a bath just before eating, then went to bed. (Dome of St. Peter’s is done in mosaics.)

Wednesday, May 17.

            Slept swell last night and had a good breakfast before we decided to go out to see the town. First thing we grabbed a bus out to the Coliseum. It was quite a huge building and looked pretty old. Those peddlers of pictures and mosoirs [sic] certainly pester you around the places here. They charge to go into anything and everything here. We were going peacefully around the ruins minding our own business when one of those little horse and buggy men came tearing up to us and said a lot in Italian about taking us for a ride out to the Catacombs. We finally went with him. It was a nice ride and through the Arch de Triumph and along green road sides to the Catacombs. These were tunnels all over in the earth and we had a guide—a robed Catholic—lead us down into the earth and all around a part of them. It was a very interesting visit to see how those early Christians met their hardships so by living under the earth.

We came back about twelve and thought we would just have time to see the Sacred Stairs, then go to the American Express to take a tour with them. We gave them our passes this morning to get a German Visa. It was noon, however, and everything was closed up. But we went for a bite to eat and then came back to see it. These are the stairs that Pontias Pilate stood at the top of when he said, “I can find no fault in this man!” Some innocent people today believe that by crawling up these stairs on their knees and saying a prayer on each step that they will be saved when they get to the top. Some of them were very sincere about it. This morning we saw the footprints of the Savior and St. Peter—in solid stone!!

Then we decided that the tour with the American Express would come a little too high for us, so we went around and looked for things by ourselves. Saw a lot of old mines where Rome was started, where Mark Anthony spoke, where the wolf nursed the two founders of Rome, the Rosturm, the Forum, etc. Saw the famous statue of Moses, by Michelangelo and the chains that bound Peter in Jerusalem and Rome. These are the chains that were supposed to be undone by the angel, too.

            We grabbed a bus back to the Amexco and I had a letter from Rachel today. The young fellow said our passes weren’t back but he would fix it up for us. We liked him so much and he helped us out so good that we asked if we couldn’t do something for him. He said no, but that we would have a drink together sometime. We went out and bought him a  bottle of wine and took it back and gave it to him as a gift for helping us. We then went out on a bus to see the new part of Rome that Mussolini is building up. It was beautiful out there, but so much walking today had my dogs barking pretty loudly! Came back to town and purchased a few postcards and stamps, then had supper, wrote a little and to bed!

Thursday, May 18.

            Bright and early we were up and had breakfast, then checked out of the room and caught the bus to the Bahnhof. We boarded the train for Naples. For a long time going from Rome, you can see the old Roman Aqueducts that are still being used in some places. The ride down to Naples was not very interesting as there was nothing to see but the fields. We arrived in Naples about one o’clock and first checked our bags. Then we set out to learn the town just a little before going anywhere else. Coming out of the station we were set upon by a hoard of hotel men and baggage carriers, as well as fellows offering to take us up to Vesuvius, etc. As we had no luggage whatever, having checked it inside the station, it discouraged the baggage men. The hotel men were a little harder to shake, but with a definite, “No!”, the most of them fell away. The ones offering us a cheap trip to Vesuvius were the hardest to shake and before we got rid of the last of them, we had tramped up and down two streets and found the C.I.T. bureau and attended to our business there and then when we boarded the street car for the other end of town, the fellow took the hint and we lost him. We wanted to get down to the harbor and find out what time a boat left for Capri, but we got on the right streetcar going in the wrong direction and ended up in the wrong end of town.

After tramping for an hour or so among the slums of Naples, we got on another streetcar and stayed on until it came to the place we wanted. At first sight of the boats, our interest picked up again and it felt good to be alive all over again. We bought our tickets to go to the Island of Capri, then on the way back to the station to get our bags we had a bite to eat—the first since the night before. At the station, we got in touch with the American Express and he helped us get started right. We got aboard the boat without any trouble and at 5:30 they pulled anchor for the Island. It felt great being on a big boat again and I could almost imagine myself going home. Although it was a warm day and the sun was shining, it was a bit chilly on the boat as the wind blew quite strongly.

Today is a national holiday in Italy and as we pulled into the little harbor at Capri the streets were filled with people and flowers and everything looked so bright and gay. We did not know exactly where to go but on the circular and the notes it said to go to Anna Capri, so we took the only road in sight and began walking. It turned out to be a very lovely walk, the trail wound right up to the face of the rocky hillside and as we went higher and higher, the view got better and better. We could see clear back to the city of Naples as well as a good part of the Island where we were. The water was just as blue as could be and I immediately fell in love with the place. We arrived at the top of the hill just as the sun was setting and as we walked along the pathway that was banked on both sides with white, yellow, and red flowers all in bloom. That made the air heavy with sweet smells, it was the most beautiful sunset I have seen in Europe. We just kept walking and showing people the piece of paper with the name of the place we were going to, and we found it without any trouble. We asked what the price would be for staying here and when she said 6 Lire, we nearly collapsed. We hurriedly accepted before she changed her mind and left our bags and went out to find the restaurant where the fellow that had been Amexco worked. He ran a restaurant just about two doors down and we found him without any trouble. We hit it off splendidly right from the start as he spoke a very nice English. We had supper, then went for a walk. We went clear back down to Capri and watched the festivities for a while before coming back. The American fellow said there would be fireworks at 12 o’clock, so we took it very slowly coming back. Then we watched the fireworks from the top of the hill. The scent of locusts, roses, and other flowers fills the air so that you breathe as deeply as possible at every breath. We came home and went to bed then.

Friday, May 19.

            Was a bit late getting up and so the other two went out for a walk with the American fellow while I had my shoes fixed at a nearby shoemaker. Then I too went for a walk and went all over the hills. Couldn’t find my way down, but a little boy came to my rescue and I had him show me the way and picked flowers for me. Back in town I gave him a few pennies and no sooner did I do that then the street was full of kids wanting to sell me flowers. I don’t know where they suddenly came from, but there they were. Arriving back at the room, I found the other two all ready for to go to dinner. In the afternoon, we took a long walk down to the lighthouse and then put on our bathing suits and had a grand swim in the Mediterranean Sea. This was the fist time that I had ever been swimming in salt water and it has a much different taste than just plain water. It was a lot of fun swimming in the waves and as there was no sandy beach, but just a lot of jagged rocks, we were banged around a bit getting in and out. Took our time coming home, eating and to bed. Purchased a pair of rope shoes.

Saturday, May 20.

            It was raining quite hard this morning so we slept in. Got up about nine and took a walk up to a look out point. Came home and had dinner. It rained quite hard all afternoon so we stayed in and did a bit of writing and sleeping. Got up for supper and had a talk with the fellow. Paid our bills up, then back to bed.

Sunday, May 21.

            Was a big day. We rolled out early but still we had to go like everything to dash down the hill about three miles to get to the boat by eight o’clock. We made it but we were all a puffing and sweating when we boarded the boat. For breakfast we had an orange apiece. The boat pulled out right away and headed for the sea. We all stood on the very back end of the boat. There was quite a little wind blowing—a bit of a storm—and the waves were just plenty big! We could see the whole boat go first from one side, then to the other and the back end where we were just seemed to go round in circles. We hadn’t been out ten minutes before some of the passengers went dashing for the rail. Of us, Bate was the first, but before we got in, even I last the orange I had eaten for breakfast! It is a queer feeling to have your stomach tied in knots. Feels like someone is wringing it out.

            In Naples, we went straight to the Pompeii Bahn station and got tickets for Pompeii. Out there it was very interesting, but it must have been a wicked city. We hired a car to go up Vesuvius and it was quite a ride. The top of the peak was covered with clouds so we did not get to see the full crater or the active cone part, but the guide took us over the lava to the hot parts and we heard the mountain roaring. It would have been a wonderful view from there if the sun had been shining. At 6:00 we were back in Naples and after a bite to eat we caught a train for Rome where we changed to a train going to Genoa. We traveled all night. Paid second class from Naples to Genoa. Train very crowded.

Monday, May 22.

            This morning felt kind of stiff and unshaven and unwashed, but were still going north. About 7:30 we arrived in Pisa and looked the Leaning Tower over. We had bad train connections and had to wait two hours there. Arrived in Genoa about 2:00. Saw the statue to Columbus and had a Gelatti before heading for the boarder. At the last Italian town, Vigitemeto, we held up going through the toll on account of Brother Ryser having no French Visa and they do not give any at the station boarders  here like they do everywhere else. We had to stay overnight and wait for the Consulate to open tomorrow morning.

Tuesday, May 23.

            Brother Ryser dashed off to get his Visa and we packed and checked out of the hotel. We got through the customs this time all right and got on the 10:25 train. We stopped off at Monte Carlo and looked the place over. Had a bite to eat and visited the gambling rooms. All the time I was there, I kept thinking, “This is something the Lord does not love. The devil is here.” We left in the afternoon and went as fare as Nice. Nice place! We went to a show.

Wednesday, May 24.

            We were up early enough and walked over to the station and caught the 10:25 to Cannes. Before the train started, we had a half an hour wait so we bought a New York Herald and caught up on the news. Hitler and Mussolini have signed a treaty to help each other. We intended to stop in a little place just outside of Cannes and go swimming in the Mediterranean Sea, as it had the best beach of the whole Mediterranean. But we did not know when we came to it, and rode right straight through to Cannes. Consequently, we had to buy a ticket back to the little place. We took our bathing suits out of the bags though and checked the bags in the station at Cannes, taking only the brief case. It was a beautiful day and very warm. Just the day for a swim. Arriving in the little place, we ate dinner first, then hurried down to the beach and donned our bathing trunks. It was a nice, sandy beach and we walked around and sat… [A page is missing in the journal.]

Thursday, May 25.

            …night. Did not sleep at all hardly and arrived in Mulhausen about 6:00.

Friday, May 26.

            Arriving at six we waited an hour then separated. Brother Ryser going back to Frankfurt and Bate and I going to Basel. We arrived at the Mission Home about 8:30 and after greetings were over, took a bath and cleaned up. Had a little chat with the President just before dinner and in the afternoon went to Lörrach with Brother Monson. The Visa that they gave us in Rome turned out to be good. Went to the show in the evening and it was just plenty good. I nearly laughed myself sick. To bed.

Summary of Monty’s trip home to Idaho from Switzerland-Germany, 1939

June 21          Left Mission Home  in Basel, Switzerland for Frankfurt, Germany

June 22          Took train from Frankfurt to Berlin

June 23          Took train from Berlin to Sassnitz (Germany), boat to Trolleborg (Sweden), train to Malmo (Sweden)

June 24          Took ferry from Malmo to Kopenhagen (Denmark)

June 25          Rode train from Kopenhagen right onto the ferry to Hamburg (Germany)

June 26          Took the train from Hamburg to Rotterdam (Holland)

June 30          Left Rotterdam for Paris (France)

July 7              Left Calais (France) on train to London

July 13           Left London on ship to New York

July 20           Arrived New York. With other missionaries, rented a car and drove to Palmyra to see the pageant festivities, Sacred Grove, Hill Cumorah, Joseph Smith’s Farm, Whitmer Home, and more. Stayed the night at the Cumorah Farm.

July 22           Drove all night back to New York, arriving 8:00 a.m. Sunday morning.

July 24           Went to the New York World’s Fair, two days

July 26           Drove to Pennsylvania Station, caught train for Washington D.C.

July 27           Arrived D.C. 4:00 a.m. Saw the city, left on 3:00 p.m. train for Chicago.

July 28           Arrived Chicago, saw the city, left on steamer locomotive for Denver.

July 29           Arrived Denver a.m. Stayed the night.

July 30           Left for Salt Lake City, arrived 8:00 a.m. Parents and family at Eccle’s to meet him.

July 31           Monty and family drove home to Jerome, Idaho.

Appendix E—

Goldie’s Trip Across America and the 1939 World’s Fair

When she was 21 years old, Goldie Heath and her Aunt Grace Catmull traveled by Greyhound bus from Idaho to the 1939 New York World’s Fair. They continued on to Washington D.C. and down through New Orleans to Pecos, Texas. There Grace continued on to Anaheim to visit her sister and brother-in-law, Dollie and Chick Hokanson. Goldie took a side trip to see Carlsbad Caverns and then continued on to Anaheim. This is her journal of that trip.

Let your imagination go as we don the winged feet of the Greyhound and take an imaginary journey across our country and back.  Listen as those who have seen, reproduce in word pictures what impressed them most.

            All aboard for points north and south–Canadian Temple, Minneapolis Mission, Library of Congress, Washington Monument, White House, Capitol Hill, Botanical Gardens, Dirigible Field, Charity Hospital, largest Coca-Cola Bottling Plant, Canal Street, Drums used in the Battle of New Orleans, Death Mask of Napoleon, University of Maryland Stadium, rolling fields of grain in shock…

IDAHO, UTAH, WYOMING

Wednesday, June 5th (1939):  Burley, Idaho:  The bus was nearly an hour late.  We started our journey at 1:10 p.m.  After a few stops we arrived in Ogden, Utah at 5:10.  Left at 5:30.  I managed to get a seat over the bus wheel, but it is the largest seat.  We arrived in Evanston, Wyoming, at 1:00 a.m.  Rest stop.  Laramie presented my first daylight peek of Wyoming.  We entered at 4:00–just as the day was beginning to break.

            The first thing I saw was “While a Wee Cafe.”  Then came a large crooked poplar tree silhouetted against the morning sky–beautiful.  Then a gorgeous ride before sunrise between Laramie and Cheyenne.  Midway the sun–just a ball of fire through a smokey haze–appeared.  At Cheyenne we had no breakfast.  Arrived there at 5:05 a.m. and left at 6:50.  Then came rolling green prairie of

grazing land; ranches with few or no trees in sight.  A section of the fields which had been cultivated were blowing clouds of dust.  A good example of the dust bowl type modified. Not enough water I am told.  Wise farmers are allowing the land to go back to grazing.

            Short stop at Pine Bluff.  Such a dry, dusty land.  All soil that is not anchored with grass blows.  It is said this is a palace compared to the real dust bowl.  Where the wise farmers have grazing land, fat Herefords are roaming the broad expanse of prairie.  (A fat fellow from California–foolish type–spouts a steady stream about a host of California things.)

NEBRASKA

Thursday, June 6th:  We crossed the Nebraska line about 7:20 a.m. on Thursday June 6.  Creeks which once ran full are shallow this early.  Cornrows have not come through and are blowing full.  There are marshy rivers–yet there is a sure sign of much rainwater having been here.  In the distance are about four equal size knolls covered with trees; then come rows and rows of trees.

            We entered Kimball County at ten to seven.  I hear heated arguments by a group of men about their own respectful home section–one from Chicago, another from San Francisco, California.  One skated five miles up a river and thought it great sport. The other said it was too hard–much better to go out to a tropical ice garden.  There is varied climate in California, said he.  He’ll not go to the San Francisco Fair–jealousy of San Francisco because he is from Los Angeles. It’s a better example of east with west.

            The bus from Cheyenne to Omaha was loaded with only twelve people–fun.  They have magpies in Nebraska.  College graduates also have jobs for two years.  Two very scholastic men talking shop about Physics.  Big Springs, Nebraska was a drinking place.

            My general impression of this country is bad.  The landscape is rolling and with spots of what I think is subbing.  Hay is up but corn, I guess, has not even started up.  The stubble is all that shows.  There are few signs–saw one of used cars.  In the distance no mountains are seen, only rolling hills covered with a misty haze.  Trees were few between Cheyenne and Sid., but increased thereafter somewhat.

            We crossed famed Platte River–which was a thin, muddy stream.  Free coffee with gas service.  The bus stopped in North Platte for lunch and I sent Mother and Dorothy a card.  We’re now heading toward Omaha, Nebraska.  Everything is a grassy meadow this side of North Platte.

IOWA

June 7:  We left Omaha at 8:05 on Wednesday June 7 and crossed the muddy Missouri River a few minutes later and thus entered the start of Iowa.  Strangely enough, we traveled for ten minutes in residential districts and then came a surprise–Stores!  Kress, etc. began to appear and we learned we were in Council Bluffs, Iowa, where the Saints had their winter quarters.  It is a treeful little town–beautiful terraced homes–bluffs.  We passed at least an acre of greenhouses. 

            We left Council Bluffs at 8:30, one half hour after we left the depot.  Grapes are grown out in Council Bluffs some.  Farm homes are rather large and ramshackle and decidedly old.  Iowa is a rolling state.  As far as one can see in this section, we see rolling hills of crops, varied green tones, with trees silhouetting against the sky.  Mostly corn is raised here; but still more grapes and lots of mustard.

            We arrived in Des Moines, Iowa, at 11:50 a.m.  Lunch was at a cafe for 20 cents–delicious and so cheap.  The air conditioning is marvelous.  We left at 12:35 p.m.  It’s a large town with much the same as Omaha but not as hot. (Good salad dressing.)  I didn’t see any points of interest.  The population of Des Moines is 145,000.  Omaha is 255,000.  Missed the arrival at Rock Island.  I saw dawn, the capitol, the Iowa State Health Building of History and more corn and rolling hills.  The territory seems rather dry. Omaha was more attractive than Des Moines.  We saw the transmitters of WHO, Des Moines; and we imagined the Indians roaming these prairies.  No wonder they fought the intrusion of white man who took the land away.  No irrigation–almost entirely corn.

            We arrived in Newton, Iowa, at 1:30 on Wednesday June 7.  No rocks–just black soil.  There was a sign just out of Newton–“Townsend and Cors–Prosperity for All”.  I saw some pig houses.

            We arrived at Kellogg at 1:40, Wednesday and stopped at Grinnell, where we took some pictures of the large Colonial style bus stop and hotels–white frame.  We were here at 2:00 Wednesday, June 7.

OHIO

June 8, Friday:  We arrived in Cleveland at 12:45 a.m. Thursday evening was spent at the Greyhound terminal and we also spent a lovely night at a hotel.  At 10:30 we left for a walk and souvenirs.  It’s a large city, but I saw little of it.  It seemed smokey.  There are seventeen churches in east Cleveland.  I love trees.  There is so much foliage back here.  We were in Paynesville by 11:40–a lovely city 29 miles from Cleveland.  There are grapes in northern Ohio.

PENNSYLVANIA

            We passed through a part of Pennsylvania.  It has such lovely winding roads and shady hills with grapes and old-fashioned homes.  A couple were a one-time mansion turned into a tourist home and one into an antique shop.  It is very beautiful, picturesque country.  Wild flowers of a purple, white, orange, etc. color tones grow against the green.  We passed through “Darling” country.  Acres and acres of grapes, tomatoes and potatoes.  I love Pennsylvania.  It was such a beautiful section we passed.  Acres of green delicately splattered with color.  The most beautiful piece of country between Cleveland and Erie, Pennsylvania.  It is a very busy manufacturing town–with a foundry.  There are lovely streets, an old-fashioned spinning wheel in a yard, antique houses, a seafood cannery, oodles of geraniums in windows of businesses.  Yes, Erie is a beautiful place.  Lake Erie at 2:20 p.m. standard time.

            At Erie I saw at least a solid city block of short tie logs.  On the outskirts of Erie we passed the huge General Electric plant.  It was mammoth.  The cherries are plentiful; and there are so many peonies.

NEW YORK

Friday, June 7th:  We crossed the New York state line at 2:48 p.m.

Ripley, New York–Westfield at 3:07.  A ten-minute stop.  It’s lovely and cool, even though the bus is not air conditioned and it is 3:20 in the afternoon.  We saw Canada across Lake Erie at 4:45 p.m. on Friday and entered Buffalo at about the same time.  We see the mills on Lake Erie in the distance.  What seemed fantastic and of extremely big nature at one time, is becoming a reality.

1939 NEW YORK’S WORLD FAIR

            In two or three minutes I can’t begin to summarize all of the fair, for it was much too wonderful and large to tell about in even a much longer time.  Therefore, I’ll just have to strike a few of the high points which interested me most and which I think might interest you.

            To begin with, the fair commemorates the 150th anniversary of the inauguration of George Washington.  Instead of looking to the past and reproducing historical phases, the fair does just the opposite by striking into the future with its slogan:  “Building the World of Tomorrow.”  In following this theme, they succeeded in presenting exhibits which show the most promising fields of development in our country.  These fields make up the different zones of the fair, and consist of Communication, Community Interests, Food, Government, Amusement, Production and Distribution, and Transportation. 

            First came the theme center which consisted of the famous Trylon and Perisphere.  We entered the Perisphere and found two revolving platforms within.  Below us in the bottom of the globe was a miniature countryside, in the center of which was the Model city of the future–appropriately named “Democra-city”.  A narrator from some place above told us the story of a day in the city.  His voice began as the day was beginning to break.  The sun arose and the activity of the day began.  Then as night began to fall, lights in the tiny buildings appeared, they too going slowly out, leaving the city bathed in moonlight as the narrator’s voice died away.  It was really a fascinating experience.

            But on now, for time will not allow us to dwell too long on one subject no matter how interesting.  I might say here that the cost of preparing the boggy marsh land and making it suitable for building cost $12 million–besides the purchase price of $7 million.  The purchased land belongs to the city and was leased to the Fair Corporation, which in turn leased ground for private commercial exhibits.

            The Fair Corp. constructed what were called Focal Exhibits in each of the fields which I mentioned.  These were purely non-commercial.  They summarized in a marvelous manner the progress and development in that field.  I mentioned that the Theme Center was in the center of the grounds.  At points around the Theme Center these Focal points were situated and branching out from there were the private exhibits in that field.  That arrangement helped to produce another thing which I greatly admired–the perfect unity of planning, which was so obvious wherever one went at the Fair.

            The color was another interesting feature.  The Theme Center was white, buildings next to it were off-white, and then the three main avenues took a primary color and the buildings along that particular avenue carried that particular color from its lightest to its brightest hue.  The edge or end of these avenues was connected with a curved Rainbow Avenue, consisting of buildings of every rainbow color.  There was perfect blending–no sharp and unpleasant contrasts.

            We rush on now to the Gayway Amusement Park–which covered 210 acres.  Billie Rose’s Aquacade starring Eleanor Holm and Johnny Weismuller was the outstanding attraction to be found there.  It was really outstanding.  Perhaps you saw a preview of it in a movie short last spring.

            Although each of the seven zones held countless wonderful and interesting things, one of the most popular exhibits was General Motor’s “Highways and Horizons” building, in the Transportation Zone.  Lines two blocks long could be seen at almost any time of the day out at the fair, waiting to enter the building.  I had to wait about two hours in line, but that was well worthwhile–worth twice that time, even.  The visitors were seated in over-stuffed chairs on a moving rail.  Each chair was equipped with a sound device which told the story of the panorama directly in front of the chair.  A very interesting narrator told us the routine of life in the miniature country of 1960.  As our chairs moved along we experienced the sensation of traveling hundreds of miles and viewing the scenes from a low flying airplane.

            As we traveled along there was a continuously changing panorama of towns, cities, rivers, lakes, country, and farms, industrial plants in operation, forests and valleys and snow capped mountains.  There were about 500,000 individually designed miniature houses, and 50,000 scale model autos, 10,000 of which were actually moving along, drawn electrically on the 14-lane highways.

            The exhibit showed how the auto and its uses can and will elevate the standard of living for all, more so in the future than is now thought possible.  The journey took us about 15 minutes to complete, at the end of which we found ourselves in the 1960 actual sized intersection–right in the center of the 7-acre building.

            The whole exhibit is too massive to completely discuss for I have just reached the half-way mark.  If you would care to see some pictures and read a discussion of it, see June 1939 Life Magazine.

            I could go on for hours and still have things untold, which I saw.  But I mustn’t do that for you must see the fair for yourself to truly appreciate it.  If at all possible for you to make the trip, I heartily suggest that you do so.  It was an experience I shall never forget.

Friday, June 28th:  Such a full day this has been–beginning really when Eric and I took my bags down to the 34th Street bus on the subway.  This morning at 5:00 a.m. I awakened and made hurried preparations and barely made my 7:45 a.m. bus–but did!  Rather a tiring ride to Philadelphia, but well worth it.

            I decided not to wait an hour for a paid tour but took a streetcar to Independence Square where I found Independence Hall, where so much of the U.S. early history was made.  In the Congressional Building I found the famous Liberty Bell.  It was so very thrilling to see that ringer of our liberty.  Then over to the curious little Betsy Ross House where the first flag was made–so very interesting.  I got souvenirs and pictures.  Next over to famous Christ’s Church where George Washington and many other famous men of history worshipped.  I saw and sat in the pew which was his and John Adam’s, second president of the U.S.  It was at the base of the pulpit.  Under the floor of the church were buried some people–up in the isles!

            I caught the bus at 2:30 into Washington and arrived here at Ennis’ room at 9:00 p.m.–it’s raining.  Ennis is not here and as I sit in her room I hear the bell for the beginning of the champion fight–Joe Louis and Lou Nova.  I have listened to Louis fight and win as I wrote this.  Heigh ho!  Now it is time for the bath and bed for I must go to the city tomorrow.

Saturday, June 29th:  It’s 6:30 a.m. and I am in Washington D.C., capitol of our great and glorious nation.  I awakened in strange surroundings this morning to the melodious tune of warbling birds twittering from the tall slender trees which surround this lovely place.  A milk wagon draws up in front and farther in the distance I hear the streetcar and other traffic–very faintly, though.  It rained last night and is rather forbidding today.  I leave at 7:45 for places unknown–what will today bring?  Ennis must adore this place.

            Yes, this is indeed an eventful day.  Just after I finished writing the above, I stood up, gave a “glad-to-be-alive stretch, and “Pop”–something snapped and I went down–just as quick as that!  Seems I strained a ligament and now I can’t turn my head left–have to keep it poised gracefully on the rightly turns.  The doctor came in and told me to just relax and let it heal.  Oh, of all the luck!  (Late note:  The doctor came yes, but in the afternoon I disobeyed his orders and got up because my neck felt better when I sat upright.)

WASHINGTON D.C.

Sunday, June 30th:  In spite of my neck, I went uptown with Mrs. Kinyan in their car.  We ate breakfast in a coffee shop with Betty–another girl who stays at this house.  Then I took a streetcar to the capitol grounds.  It was such a thrill.  The grounds are so spacious and lovely–a perfect background for the stately Capitol Building.  I entered the main entrance and was promptly met by guide service.  My nickname throughout the tour was “Idaho Potato.” 

            We started in the Main Dome entrance and the guide proceeded to name the statues of the figures which stood for each state.  There were 48 of them around the main entrance room.  On we went to the House of Representatives section.  At the base of the stairs leading up we stopped and were told from where the marble (beautiful it was!) of the steps and banister came from as well as information about a huge painting at the landing of the stairs.

            The official eye opener began when we stepped into the gallery of the House!  The guide called down and asked of a group of young fellows sitting down below (two had their feet cocked up) if there was going to be a House session today.  “Yeah!” one roughly called out.  We in the tour group were astounded.  Up to that point, the tour had been dignified and pleasing, but that brought our feelings below zero with a terrific thud.

            We went on to the Senate section.  It was, of course, smaller than the House, but the same plan.  It was only about 10:00 a.m. when we finished the interesting tour so I climbed 365 steps up to the top of the dome.  When we came to the first railing, we were able to look down below at the people on the floor of the dome–oh, ever so far down!  Marvelous craftsmanship in that building.  (Note:  Saw LDS missionary card on the stair path.  Wish now I had stopped to pick it up.)  On up the tedious way to the top where we had a perfect view of the city.  That was a marvelous experience.  Then down I went just in time for the 11:00 a.m. House session.

            At 11:00 a.m. the chaplain prayed and there was perfect quiet.  But the moment his voice ceased, the greatest hubbub imaginable began, while (if you can imagine) a man read the proceedings of the previous day.  Not one person–not even at his elbow–could have heard him.  I suppose it was just usual procedure.  When he finished, the roll was called and each member (how he heard his name called, I can’t imagine) shouted his “Here”.  Then Speaker Bankhead pounded order and a discussion of the Conference Relief Bill began.  The attached news article will explain it better than I could.  Strange, but a lot that was said and done seemed unplanned and haphazard to me.  Few, if any, people seemed to be interested.

On I went to the senate where there was more dignity.  A discussion of the radio address by Senator Swineberg was of chief interest.  Mr. Hoover is not highly thought of there.  I spent about an hour in each department then caught a streetcar to the Washington Monument.  I met a nice music student on the bus.  He spent three years at the Conservatory of Music in Philadelphia. 

            We began the walk up the hill to the monument and it began raining–oh such rain!  Luckily he had a newspaper and I saved my hat, but I was drenched and dripping, and such a sight–oh, dear!  We made the Monument–oh, that I’d never seen him looking as I did!

            The view was very poor in the rain, but twice it cleared off and I could see out–a beautiful view.  We rode a bus down and together walked in front of the Corcoran Gallery and the White House–and I was to call and go to the Gallery today, but decided against it–and met him there–I don’t believe he saw me; maybe, so embarrassing.

            Ate and caught a bus.  Then it began raining again.  I rode the bus ages–hoping it would stop raining, but no.  Got off at Connecticut Avenue and a very gorgeous gentleman and a little boy proffered me half of their umbrella home.  I sang while Gloria played last night, then to bed.

Saturday, July 1st:  Uptown with Mrs. Kinyan.  It was only 8:30 so I spent some time on orange juice and then browsed through a second-hand bookstore until the house in which Lincoln died was opened.  I was the first visitor.  Words can’t express the feeling that came over me as I entered.  Patriotism, I guess.  The furniture is not original, but is copied after the tailor whose house it was.  They sold all the original to curio hunters.  The house is only about 12 feet across.  The room in which he died is strangely the same size as the log cabin in which he lived as a boy.  At great expense the barred wallpaper was reproduced.  I enjoyed so much talking about the historical facts behind all of this.

            Then over to the famous Ford’s Theatre straight across the street where he was shot.  There were picture slides showing very graphically by means of newspapers of the day etc. and pictures, the assassination and the story of Booth–his escape, his capture and sentencing and his hanging.  The stove on which Lincoln’s food for his last meal, a life mask of his face and many busts–documents in his handwriting, were all there.

            It seems I have a weakness for guards, for I always get in a conversation with them.  He told me the Ford Theatre building was bought some time after the tragedy by a man and turned into an office building.  Later, work was being done on some basement rooms, I believe, and the support was weakened.  The center collapsed and twenty-three men were killed.  So now just the four walls are all that remain of the original building.

            A flag which hung over Lincoln’s theatre booth was supposed to have been snagged by Booth’s spur and torn as he jumped from the booth to the stage, causing him to break his leg.

            After the Ford episode I hopped over to the magnificent Department of Justice Building.  It is splendid.  The guide took us through and showed us John Dillinger’s life mask and guns as well as glasses, straw hat and other personal effects he wore when killed.  The different fields of crime worked in by the Federal Department of Justice were discussed and we found that they do about three times as much work in fields of petty or non-sensational crime that doesn’t make exciting reading material as they do in kidnappings, etc.

            Then came the Urchel kidnapping example which proved a need for sections (or units) which were scattered thither and there throughout the country.  More were in the east because of thickly populated areas.  This disproved the “chase after them” theory of Dick Tracy stories.  It was possible to wire 1,100 miles ahead of the escaping kidnappers of Urchel and as a result $100,000 of the $200,000 were recovered.

            The fingerprinting department is immense!  It reaches for a city block and a half of filing cabinets.  A system of classification of the whirls on the fingerprints makes a finer classification possible for the prints to be found much sooner. (Note:  Find names of the three classifications.) The “Printfinder” works on cards and a system similar to a player piano, with the exception that it runs by electricity and not air.  It is rather a complex system but very effective.  He picked up a card of a negro who had been arrested in Philadelphia for larceny.  The Philadelphia authorities had sent to the FBI to see if Sam Jones had a previous record.  In a minute the machine had singled out two cards which were possibilities and these were handed to a fingerprint expert who within another minute had located the facts regarding a man by the name of Henry Sims whose fingerprints and picture were the same–a man who was a fifth offender, according to the records.  He would be dealt with accordingly in Philadelphia.  They have what is called a nick-names gallery in which criminals who use alias names are classified by way of nick names which will stick.

            Then there is the morgue where criminals who are either known dead or are so old they are marked obsolete are classified.  He showed John Dill, Ma Barker, Hauptman,etc.  Then there is the bureau for personal identification–prints for emergency identification such as the service and insurance–free and available.

            Now to the White House and its thronged halls.  First floor rooms were exhibiting Presidents of earlier days’ furniture and dishes, hobbies, ships, pictures, etc.  On the second floor was the East room.  There were three beautiful chandeliers, mirrors (gold), a view of the spacious lawns and formal garden.  Letters from the Senators were necessary to enter the State Dining Room so I did not enter.  However, I secured a good picture of it.

            Over to the Treasury Building next.  Disappointing and time wasting.  The mint or engraving was closed on Saturday, and was in another building anyway.  The Corcoran Art Gallery was next, where I saw the originals of “The Helping Hand”, “George Washington on His Horse”, and Gilbert’s “Washington”.  Willy was there but I wasn’t long.

            I caught connections to the Smithsonian Building where I saw the famous Spirit of St. Louis used by Col. Lindberg in his famous flight as well as the personal effects he took with him. 

            Then on to the Winne Mae in which Wiley Post flew around the world twice.  All stages of the automobile progressive age were represented.  There were displays of all types of material and its source or making.  The silk industry was stressed.  Beautiful old China wear–one piece I saw, a small vase, had a $850 price marked on the bottom.

            On over to the National Museum where again I had to check in my camera–why, I do not know.  The thing which interested me most on floor one was the miniature in precious pearl of the Mt. Vernon.  It was beautiful beyond words.  The walls were made of Mother of Pearl blocks–windows were trimmed with perfect pearls.  There is a lawn of thousands of pearls surrounding the house.  Then the flag flying has 185 pearls.  A man sits on guard by this exhibit all the time.

            On the second floor is a wonderful collection of precious and semi-precious jewels collected by some gentleman.  The room was otherwise filled with beautiful rocks and quartz, etc. displays.  Also, the largest perfect polished crystal in the world was there.  It was beautiful.  I saw animals which Teddy Roosevelt brought from his expedition as well as pre-historic animals.  Also, I sat on the magnificent front porch of the Supreme Court Building.  It was closed on weekends, as was the Congressional Library.

TENNESSEE, VIRGINIA

Wednesday, July 5th:  After riding all night through the Shenandoah Valley, we arrived in Chattanooga, Tennessee, at 7:30 a.m.  Had barely time to freshen up before our bus was ready to leave.  Oh, these southern buses.  I can certainly appreciate the Union Pacific cars.  Chattanooga is a smoky city of 123,000 inhabitants.  By the way, we rode from Roanoke, Virginia, to Bristol in the most terrible bus.  It rattled our teeth.  We were out of Bristol at 12:45 a.m. after an hour stop.  Met a very interesting southern lady who had been to Miami for a while.

            A man stopped our bus before we arrived in Bristol.  He had just run his car off into a deep gully and he wanted us to take his Grandmother to a doctor.  She had had her legs cut badly–made me sick.

ALABAMA, GEORGIA

            We have seen so much delightful country.  We haven’t definitely recognized any tobacco or cotton fields yet.  Our next stop and change is Birmingham, Alabama, which is 165 miles from Chattanooga.  We saw famous Lookout Mt. from the city.  It is so famous for civil wars and Indian days.

            Just entered Georgia at 8:15 a.m.–20 minutes out of Chattanooga.  Everything is so beautiful–wooded, red soil, no dusty roadside–all covered with foliage, trees, bushes, or vines.  We are in mountainous territory now and it is beautiful.  Not too high, but green.  We struck a bad stretch of road as soon as we entered Georgia!  It’s getting cloudy again for more rain.

            Oh such red soil, streaked.  It’s oh so warm when we stopped.  Some of the people boxed a tobacco plant for a house plant.  Passing through–I raved about the Provo Alpine summer school.  Oh, but this is rare.  I notice much erosion-preventive work.  Streaked corn growth indicates the variety of soil.  Great was my surprise when I first saw cotton growing.  I saw it next to fields of corn in open spots surrounded by meadows and trees and apparently waste land–saw it planted in lines, which helped when watering it.  Saw quaint hand plows being drawn by a mule, going very slowly through the field with a white man guiding it–such a lack of speediness was well-founded for it was so terribly hot.  The cotton and corn in some of the steep knolls–one person said–must have been shot up with a shot gun, else how could it be planted.

            A fellow in a lunch stand said,” It rains so hard here at times I’ve seen all roads made practically impassable without much discomfort.”  It must rain indeed, for there is considerable sign of erosion.  I see the quaint little trash shacks setting back off the road in the timber growth.  My imagination of Alabama was entirely different from actuality.  It is practically all that we passed–rolling with much waste and run-down land, fir and spruce as well as leaf trees are everywhere–as well as many wild flowers.  Such little old mountaineer shacks.

            Birmingham was very hot and uninteresting to us, but is the nation’s largest steel center.  It is unusual in that it has lime, ore and coal, the three ingredients needed to make steel, in and around the mill center.  Tuscaloosa was very hot.  It is the home of the University of Alabama, which is classed as one of the leading educational centers of the south.

            Some counties in this state are dry (no alcoholic drink).  One man in a dry county was convicted of helping to haul 65,000 gallons of illegal whiskey into a wet county from his dry one.

            We passed some lovely homes we can see off the road–some old colonial homes.  Lots of fir trees, beautiful driving always, so green–meadows, etc. and few fences.  Chopped tree stumps are being worked around in spots instead of pulled out.  Most of the houses I note are built on brick or wooden stilts in so much corn.

MISSISSIPPI, LOUISIANA

            We saw a river with vast limestone walls for miles around that produced vegetation growing on it.  Crossed the Mississippi state line at 6:25 p.m. July 5th.  The smell of cedar and pine permeates the evening air and is intoxicating.

            We spent two days in New Orleans where we stayed at Hotel New Orleans–at the advice of some “bus companions”.  We arrived at about 12:20.  With the aid of a Red Cap, we traipsed two blocks from the depot to the hotel–a $3.50/night room which proved to be very comfortable–fair bath, unworkable radio and all.

            The next morning we readied ourselves and set out to find a suitable tour (guided).  The Yellow Cab recommended their own, but when we set foot on the street an independent tour man approached us with a list just a little longer of things they would show us.  We decided to go to the Greyhound depot for advice, but found they were definitely in cahoots, despite their denial they were not.  As we left, we were approached by still another guide.  We distrusted even our own better judgment in a strange city so we asked a supposedly neutral drug counter girl nearby and she said, “Yes, I know Joe over there and I’m sure he is fine.”  Later we learned he and she were helping each other.

            The tip proved to be worthwhile just the same.  Since there were only two of us and no other passengers could be secured, we went with the understanding that it would cost us $3.00 for a three-hour trip.  First we were shown the new Charity Hospital which is being completed and is to accommodate all charity sick of the state.  Fine undertaking. 

            Into the legendary old French Quarters we went, down narrow cobble streets lined with aged, unreconditioned buildings–so old one wondered what kept them from falling down.  Past a park where we stopped our limousine and sauntered in style through it–a beautiful little old park which was well kept despite its “antiquated” age.  Here we saw our first banana tree and palm tree–quite a thrill.

            Well, on to more interesting things.  I can’t possibly touch every interesting thing we saw.  That would take too much space.  Let it suffice then, for me to hit the high spots.  After the park, we entered the oldest building in New Orleans, in which a museum of History is maintained.  In this building Thomas Jefferson signed or purchased the Louisiana Territory.  That was indeed the highlight of New Orleans.  We were shown a number of guns used in war before or during the Revolutionary War.

            One of the guns in particular caused an interesting disclosure.  In moving the large cannon, the end of it bumped against the wall, breaking the plaster and revealing an aged dungeon (in its original state) in which had been confined five men–skeletons were the only remnants–including shoulder uniform.  Wrist bands indicated they had been soldiers.  Gruesome!

            Saw house which was built for Napoleon–should he escape from St. Helena and come to America.  He died, however, before that hope was realized.  (“They Shall Have Music” was good!)  The one thing which I also found interesting was the indescribably beautiful iron–hand wrought grill work.  It was gorgeous and so very plentiful.  The houses all had balconies edged by it.

            Another thing I found of interest was the “Court of the Two Sisters”.  Upon entering, we found a street scene–sidewalk cafe depicted, tables on raised sidewalk and lampposts–with path, street.  Walls were stars and clouds–blue.  Walking on back we found first a bar and on beyond, the typical French type home–walled in garden surrounded by iron grilled balconies overlooking a delightful outdoor cafe.  Cobblestone floor, shrubs, trees, etc. with colorfully spread tables scattered around all greeted our eyes.  We took some pictures.  That evening Auntie and I came back to this spot and found it lighted–each table by candlelight.  It was 60 cents and up for a light lunch.  Very picturesque.

            Oh yes, the perfume shop where we got some Magnolia perfume for 30 cents–the open fruit market (oh, so dirty) where trucks loaded with produce came and retailers bought.  We boarded a circle street car and went to the end of the line and back.  This way we were able to see much of the residential district.  The guide showed us the many boys and girls schools.  Told us the high school-aged boys and girls are completely separated.  A man had set aside money for a school and only the interest on the money was used to build with.  There was a canal under the center of Canal Street.

            New Orleans is one foot below sea level and is continuously being drained.  Most of the buildings are based on piles.  Many of the original ones sank and settled crookedly before they learned how to build.  At Birmingham a kid in a hot dog stand asked me if the Negro was hated as much in the north as in the south.

            We went through Huey Long’s home–old one in which he lived at the time of his death.  The family cook was there.  Saw children’s pictures, etc.  Very interesting.  Visited cemetery in which all bodies were placed above ground because of the subbing. 

            Checked out of La Salle Hotel and caught a street car four blocks down to the depot.  We had to cross the Mississippi River on a rather quaint ferry–large trucks and buses were carried.  Just while we were waiting for our turn on the ferry I began talking with the girl sitting next to me.  I found she was a teacher from up state.  She was so interested to speak to and eventually promised her class might like to exchange with me.  We passed through a terrible dusty stretch going into Lake Charles, but we also traveled down a breathtakingly beautiful long, long stretch of marsh and tree bordered highway.  The sun was low and oh how beautiful it was.

TEXAS

Saturday, July 8th:  We arrived in Lake Charles and the depot clerk suggested we wait until 1:10 for a “through and better air conditioned bus” to Fort Worth.  It was so hot.  Texas was so hot.  I shall never forget Fort Worth.  It was 103 degrees in the shade all day–even into the evening.  I went shopping and to a show for relief while waiting for an evening bus out.  Left Fort Worth at 8:20 p.m. heading for Pecos and Carlsbad Caverns.  We traveled all night and reached Pecos where I left Aunt Grace and took a side trip out to Carlsbad Caverns while she continued on to El Paso and eventually to Anaheim, California.

NEW MEXICO, ARIZONA

Sunday, July 9th:  Today was truly an eventful one.  A bus was taken out of Carlsbad to the Caverns–14 miles beyond.  The Caverns were simply gorgeous and awe inspiring–especially the throne room–1,300 people could be in there at the same time.  Rock of Ages music was playing.

            A Miss Winnifred Moore (1001 Kensington Blvd., Ft. Wayne, Indiana) and I became acquainted and eventually rode together in from Carlsbad to El Paso and spent a delightful night at the Knox Hotel there.  I had been so tired.  We had so hoped to visit Juarez, Mexico, but found a labor blockade at the bridge due to a rising of the toll and the feelings of objections.  We ate a lovely meal at the coffee shop and before we started, we were able to walk around to some Mexican curio shops.  I purchased some Mexican mats.  We did see Old Mexico from the bus as we left El Paso–barren hills–not at all picturesque from our view.  There was a huge cement plant on the edge of the road.  They use the white rock so prevalent in this section.  One has to adjust one’s values of landscape beauty here.  We are traveling in desert already.  Just passed some Mexicans herding some sheep–typical of the Mexico border area.  Leaving us in the distance are high mountains.  Still in Texas, there are little adobe houses with not a tree.  Then come little groups of houses. 

Monday, July 10th:  Entering New Mexico at 2:05 p.m.  Cotton is very prevalent in this section–hauled hay–baled straw.  Out of El Paso until we reached the New Mexico border.  Then, or soon after, came promising fields of cotton, corn, etc. which were watered by way of irrigation.  Rodeo grounds were surrounded by adobe bricks.  We ate dinner at Lordsburn, N.M., at 5:30.  I began with a chicken sandwich but ended up with pot roast and noodles–40 cents–really good.  It seems good to get a lot of food for your money again.  Crossed from New Mexico into Arizona at 6:30 p.m. towards El Centro and then transfer to San Diego.  We changed our watches back while crossing the Colorado River.

California:

            Oh, so much desert we have seen.  All through Texas, New Mexico and Arizona  we saw little but arid or semi-arid land.  Then came the glorious morning after a not-too-glorious night of non-sleep–down the coast of California–my first view.  So very gradually it worked itself out of the desert as we progressed.  With the suburbs began myriads of gorgeous flowers which only memory of seeing can do justice.

            Winifred was so sweet to talk to!  I am finding the drive to Los Angeles from San Diego very arid but touched with spots of color–rolling hills–houses of adobe perched on pinnacles of hills–vast patches of white and multi-color hills and valleys.

            Oh joy!  My first view of the Pacific Ocean–at 10:15 on Monday, July 10th.  The breakers actually come in–frothy white in the sun.  We passed beach houses sitting in the sun.  The ocean really is blue and is most thrilling. I see flowers that just take your breath away–crimson, yellow, etc.  (Note:  The bus drivers here are still remarkably more friendly than in the east.)

            The air is actually cold–sea gulls–white caps and spacious blue–gorgeous.  Actual red spots in the water must be sea weed.  Some boys are digging in the water for something.  We saw small craft on the water which is at the road side.  Avocados are 5 cents.  Gorgeous hydrangeas.  I miss Grandma so.  If only she could be here with me now.  I’d dreamed of riding down here with her some day, but that became impossible.  There are date palms and grape vineyards.  There is oil–veritable forests of oil derricks standing over yonder.  Some look deserted.  They are made of wood.  Also, there are forests of trailer houses camped on the ocean’s edge–and miles and miles of oil derricks–some are metal.  The new ones have new motors.

            Long Beach is absolutely gorgeous.  We had a lovely trip up the coast and arrived at 2:00.  After some difficulty locating my large suit case I had to traipse back to the baggage room myself for it.  When I did find it, it had a $1.00 charge on it.  Because I was tired, I exploded–and found it was much fun!  As a result, I did not have to pay the charge.  I am taking on the only bus to Tustin and will get off in Anaheim–at Aunt Doll and Uncle Chick’s home.  Everything has worked O.K. so far.  If only it continues.  I look a total wreck, but shouldn’t worry, I guess.  Hope Aunt Grace made the grade.  I should have my shoes shined, but will wait.

            After we rode from El Centro, New Mexico and through arid country into San Diego, California, we went up the coast to Los Angeles and then on to Anaheim.  The coast drive was thrilling.  Uncle Chick and Aunt Doll have a lovely place.  Aunt Grace was here and we drove the second day out to Los Angeles, Hollywood and vicinity.

July 12th:  Chick is taking us out to see the country.  Pasadena is beautiful with the famous Rose Bowl of which I took a picture that attracted my eye.  Homes are simply gorgeous.  We saw the Sycamore Grove where so many people and groups come for pictures.  We saw so many lots of old tires which I was told were sent to Japan and remelted into war supply.  We are on our way now to the New Union Pacific Depot in Los Angeles.  It was built by Santa Fe, Union Pacific, Southern Pacific, etc. and is marvelous.

            Went through Amiee McPherson’s Temple.  It was a revelation to me–really worthwhile–healings, good giving.  Then we drove through Hollywood and up through the beautiful residential district to the Observatory.  It was so beautiful, with the surrounding view of Hollywood and points here and there.  Then as if that weren’t enough for one day, we got a hamburger and then drove into the lovely CBS Broadcasting studios where we were fortunate enough to get free tickets to the 27th (million) Ford Program at 6:00-6:30 p.m. at KNX and then met John Burnett and his wife.  We then went out to the Sho-boat (gambling boat).  What an experience.

            We are now in NBC studios trying to see what can be done about tickets to one of their shows.  Hope we have some luck.  (Note:  I am surely one of the luckiest persons alive to have someone take us around this place.)

July 15th:  In the evening we went down to San Diego to the Carnival of Lights.  It is thrilling to see the hundreds of people crowding the banks waiting for the parade of boats lighted as uniquely as is possible.  One went by strung with Japanese lanterns and filled with entertainers.  That was a fine sample of what is to come.  One boat came in the fore with broadcast speakers of instructions.  This carnival is backed by the Balboa Chamber of Commerce.  (Note:  There is quite a heavy fog settling down.  But as yet it is very pleasant.)  Flashes of light in the sky void of stars make us think of lightening.  But we are told it is only fireworks.  It is a quarter after eight and the parade is beginning–almost an hour late.  It is gorgeous to behold.  Roses large and illuminated with a girl in the center–tiny with a Japanese look–Moonlight and Roses is the theme of the Tournament of Lights–U.S. flag is illuminated–“I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles”, “Midsummer Night’s Dream”, Santa Claus, Marimba girls, balloons, pyramids of lights, Japanese lanterns, Indian headgear, “God Bless America”.

TIJUANA, MEXICO

Sunday, July 16th:  Left Anaheim at 6:30 and drove to San Diego where we saw the waterfront and then drove down to Tijuana, Mexico,

taking more of an inland route.  We were asked if we were Mexicans and drove on in.  All was so very dusty and ill kept.  Mexico is a decided contrast to San Diego, which is well kept and beautiful.  During prohibition it was a dangerous and wild place to go, but now is rather quiet.  On every corner were boys and people offering souvenirs for sale.  However, it was so “Americanized” or commercialized it was not very interesting from the quaintness view.  Before we left I was able to jew a basket priced at $1.50 down to 45 cents.

            We had one rather amusing experience.  We stopped the car for a stop sign and immediately the fenders were surrounded with boys with hats and straw horses to sell.  Chick bought the dandy hat for a quarter and then the fun began from no place hands clutching straw horses were thrust into our faces and the chatter of their voices saying, “I sell you this for quarter”–“By from me”–greeted us.  I bought a little horse and then innocently decided I’d like a picture.  I stepped out of the car with my camera.  In a flash the hands were jerked out of the car and the boys called to each other in Mexican as they darted as fast as their legs could carry them away–before I could get their picture.  They were very much fearful of my little camera.  Probably because the regulations forbade such annoyances of tourists.

            We drove over to the famous old gambling resort Caliente Agua.  It was a one-time gambling resort operated by American interests and frequented by rich Americans before the repeal of Prohibition.  At one time it was palatial, it is said.  But now it is rather (very much so, in fact) run down.  Chick had worked on the track there and said that once it was a dream land.  With that in mind, we strolled about along the rather over-grown paths.  The brilliant Bougain Ville hedges were simply breathtaking in their beauty.  The date palms bordered the walks and upon peering through the windows of the deserted buildings we saw the remains of the one-time palatially decorated rooms.  The Mexican government has taken control now and will not permit gambling–openly.

            We went back up to San Diego where we drove to see the sights and had a chicken pie dinner.  Then over to the site of the San Diego Exposition where a few of the buildings still stand.  Spent some time in the museum.  Went to H.C. in San Diego and walked around.  Saw “Daughters Courageous”. 

SANTA CATALINA ISLAND

Monday, July 17th:  At 10:30 p.m. we came out of L.A. Harbor.  It cost $14 million to build the breakwater there.  Los Angeles is the largest harbor in the world.  (Catalina Island has some of the greatest rock quarries.)  We were on the starboard ride and saw the draw bridge lift for a tiny boat to go under.  It went way up–looked funny.  The Steward is broadcasting instructions to passengers.  We saw destroyers in the harbor.  Such a large harbor–all man-made.  It is really wonderful.  Out on the blue Pacific, out of the harbor, it is a little rough.  I think I understand the possibility of sea sickness.  There are three sea planes flying directly overhead in perfect formation.

            We are leaving Signal Hill and the beautiful harbor behind us as we head out into the open ocean–toward Santa Catalina Island.  Just as one might head toward China or Japan (those sore spots of the Far East) so do we head toward a pleasant spot.  The sky overhead is slightly cloudy but the day is perfect.  On the far away horizon I see ships appearing–arriving from ports unknown.  Smoke, then the smoke stacks appear, and then the rest of the ship.  All headed for the great L.A. harbor.  Up we go and then down.  We’ve been out in the ocean nearly an hour and it seems so short.  People wear anything on board a boat.  However, they are well-dressed.  It is cool even with the sun for the ocean breeze is always blowing.

            Melba missed us at the boat so we waited around.  Finally I called Don at the country club and learned Melba was looking for us.  We finally found each other in the waiting room.  I am so happy here!  The island is a little dry this time of year but that just cannot keep one from loving it for it is literally splashed with brilliant colors.  There were many boats in the Catalina harbor–Avalon Bay–barges, sail boats, motor boats, launches, cruisers, etc.

            Well, our delightful stay on a delightful island is over–finished.  Kissed Melba good-by and after a hurried picture we got aboard the Catalina.  She is such a beautiful boat!  Ticket takers were attired in immaculate flannel uniforms–everything is spotless.  Couriers were in Spanish brown skirts with red belts and flat topped hats lined up at attention on the pier.  A Spanish-dressed orchestra situated themselves on the pier and played farewell to you, whereupon they were answered by an orchestra from the top deck of our boat with “Avalon”.

            Of course some people have to rush to the boat at the last minute, so we were able to be amused at their expense.  It was interesting to watch people come on board and to wonder who they were–whether a worker or filthy rich–for it is difficult to tell.  Some were on short vacations and others were over as a matter of course.  Some fellows close to me were voicing opinions that tears would be shed for them by two comely lasses they were leaving on the Isle.  Egotistical!  Another girl wept.  All were sad at leaving this marvelous pleasure spot where truly carefree hours had been spent.

            We have been out of Catalina about 45 minutes now and are enjoying the return trip better than the first because the boat is larger and the sea less bouncy.  We are sitting in leather seats on “B” deck.  At the rear of us the orchestra is playing  and there is dancing.  People move freely around.  Couriers are getting a consensus of the opinions of passengers–criticism and otherwise.  There is generally a very high type of people on board as well as at the island.

            I just spotted a battle ship and an aircraft carrier as well as some destroyers–such a thrill.  Catalina was such a friendly place.  I was sorry not to have gotten to take a dip, but the beach was too crowded to be appealing. I just saw a huge fish out in the ocean drawing in and out.  It was similar to a whale.  Catalina was wonderful.  The harbor breakwater is coming in view.  Boys were selling a number written by Ted Weems called “On This Island of Catalina” which is becoming fast popular.  The ocean is especially beautiful when the sun is shining on the water.  It is 6:00 p.m. now and therefore a little dark and also quite cool.  Blue and white are the sky’s colors and match the water and white caps very much.

            We are getting within view of land and everyone is getting a little restless–all good things must of necessity end sometime.  A pasty-faced woman is decidedly out of place amid the lovely suntans.  We are approaching the huge breakwater which makes the harbor so safe–6:10 p.m.  Signal Hill is in the distance.  “Alexander’s Ragtime Band” is heard in the background.  In the foreground we see the mainland.  An air ship passed overhead–it makes two trips to our one, easily.  It took 20 minutes to come in from the beginning of the breakwater.

            When we returned, we went out on the Tango Gambling boat.  I was so glad we were able to go out because some time later the State Attorney clamped down and now they are all closed.  Quite an experience.  Went down on the Pike and got a shell lamp.  Caught the bus out to Chick’s working place and rode home with him.  Perfect connections.

Sunday, August 6th:  Chick and all of us drove over to the Pomona Valley and searched for peaches.  Too early for good ones.  Fun to pick off the trees, though.  Got some for 15 cents and 25 cents a lug–cheap.

Monday, August 7th:  We canned peaches and plums all day–such a task.  Tuesday we put up crab apples and went out in the country after eggs and lemons and I got some interesting leaves.  Wednesday we did the wash.

This is the end of Goldie’s trip notes. In a month she will begin teaching her third year at Osgood school in Idaho Falls. She will spend the next summer (1940) with her good friend Mary Brown attending Greeley State Teacher’s College in Colorado. Although Goldie will sign a contract to teach a fourth year at Osgood, she will change her mind and instead accept a position at Washington School in Jerome, Idaho, to begin September 1940. She will meet Delmont Newman the following month, in October. She will teach at Washington School 1940-41 and 1941-42. Goldie and Monty will be married when school is out on 3 June 1942.

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[1] Taken from a history made by Hellen Bertha Newman Giles.

[2] Information provided by Hyrum Thomas (Tommy) Newman.

[3] A personal data sheet prepared by Monty indicates he attended LDS Business College in Salt Lake City. His Aunt Ethel Newman (Eccles) stated in an interview with Adele Newman Knudson that Monty came to live with her and her husband after he graduated from Jerome High School so he could attend Stevens-Henegar Business School.

[4] LDS Ward records for Shelton Ward, Bingham Idaho Stake. Record of child  No. 342 shows Goldie Adelade Heath. Same film shows others in the Egan family line as well.

[5] Information taken from “The History of Major Howard Egan”, written by his son Howard Ransom Egan. Sources referenced in this history are “Pioneering the West” and “Heartthrobs of the West”, vol. 9.

[6] Letter from Monty in Jerome to Goldie in Idaho Falls, dated 4 June 1941.

[7] Taken from History of Bertha Maria Newman.

[8] Goldie indicated he had bought a motorcycle rather than a car, and rode it across the country to D.C. and used it to get around while there. She thinks he probably sold it before coming home on the bus.

[9] Jay Dean went on a mission to Switzerland or France. Margie and her husband became a doctor and a teacher in a medical school back east.  Allen Don became a doctor and Jay Dean a lawyer in Twin Falls.  Jeannette was married.  And Rachael and Harold went on a mission to New Mexico.  Harold had a heart pacer put in while they were on their mission.  They were involved in extraction work when they returned from their mission.

[10] El Segundo Boulevard dead-ended along the south border of their street

[11] Over a hundred people from their Bellflower ward would migrate to Utah in the next several years.

[12] Certificate of Death indicates death was August 11, 1980, at 10:38 a.m. from pneumonia caused by an astrocytoma. An astrocytoma is a tumour of the cells that support and protect the nerve cells of the brain. People of any age can develop an astrocytoma but it is more common in adults, particularly middle-aged men.