To Continue, on Sunday I had my farewell. Willard drove me to SLC in my 57 Chevy. He dropped me off with my luggage (consisting of 2 suits Mr. Anderson at Ashtons had given me along with the luggage) and drove my beloved 57 Chevy back to Vernal and returned it to my parents. We met with the General authorities (all 200 missionaries who were in the mission home) Monday and Tuesday. On Wednesday we went through the temple, and on Thursday we hopped a train for Chicago. (I picked up the language really fast and had it down pat fully that week)
Since this is about being drafted twice, I have to skip the mission and fast forward to September of 1967. I came home, registered for school at USU arranged to live with a missionary I knew from the Northern States Bob Edwards, and found a job at the "Hub" This was the food service located in the Main student building. The name eludes me for now.
Long story short it was at the Hub where I met Julie. I fell in love the 1st day I saw her. Made a bet I could get a date with her for $5 with my co workers, and after being turned down4 times she finally said yes to attending "church" with me on Sunday. We should have got married right then, but it was 1 and 1/2 years later on July 11th 1969. I was late to the Logan temple.
I have a feeling I am out of space.
You are pretty amazing with the language... no surprises there that you picked it up so easily!! :) Sooooo glad you are doing this... I love it!!! Thanks, Dad!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you were able to master the difficult 'Northern States' language! They sure do talk funny there!
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