Anniversary Post Number 6 - 1972

1972 was a big year - but we don't have many pictures at all! I'm not sure why - Dad had this great camera from a photography class he'd taken, but he was busy working. I was busy taking care of Bonny - and his camera pretty much intimidated me. And picture taking just didn't have the urgency it does today - at least not for us!

I'm not 100% sure this photo is from 1972 -but it's in the Butterfield Arms - and we were there in 1972. And we started doing the Ides of March celebrations then. I think Dad got the bedspreads from Nicaragua.

We were living in the Butterfield Arms - and Dad bought a truck - a blue Dodge. He also started working in construction more - for United Homes. He had taken his orals, but the field of teaching in college didn't offer much financial reward at that time. I actually took classes in the Winter Quarter of 1972 - I kept thinking I would finish my masters. I took a class on Fitzgerald - loved it, but soon discovered I was pregnant again - so the morning sickness dampened my pleasure in being back in the classroom!

Here's the blue Dodge truck in all its glory! And Bonny in her red parka! Obviously we didn't know what we were having, so I started buying Bonny unisex types of clothing - so it could be passed down to a boy, if that's what we had. But everything we had from her infancy was pink! So Harry often wore a pink bunting - since I couldn't afford a new one - and Bonny with her short blond bob - wore the unisex clothes. And we were stopped more than once by people who said, "Well, little boy, how do you like your new little sister?"

In June of 1972, Grandmother Taylor died. She is shown here holding Karen in 1966. The shot above that is an old one of Ernie, Scott, Frances, Grandma Terrill and Grandmother Taylor in the Emery Street kitchen. She was buried in the Ogden City Cemetery - and we just visited her grave when we had the reunion. Grandma and Pop brought us the famous couch - which has enjoyed many reincarnations over the years - when they came up for the burial. Grandmother Taylor was a wonderful woman, and I have lots of fond memories. She was a bit eccentric at times, but no more than any of the rest of us!

Harry Francis Terrill made his debut on September 7th - I learned a lesson from the 12 hours I'd spent on my back during Bonny's labor and refused to go to the hospital until things were progressing a lot more rapidly than the time before. We were only a few blocks from the hospital - and we had a car - so I wasn't worried! As it turned out, Dad was a ward missionary - and he ended up calling his "companion" to come over and stay with Bonny - who was fast asleep - when we finally went to the hospital around 10 or so at night. He was born at 11:45! Good call on my part!

As it turned out, Harry was as mellow as Bonny had been colicky. He ate and slept and put up with Bonny's "attentions" with good grace. I spent the rest of 1972 toilet training Bonny and getting used to having 2 kids! Dad often said, "When do you think he'll start crying?"

This is Harry as a baby - probably in December of 1972. A funny story about before he was born - actually two funny stories: I was huge and pregnant and it was August and hot and I looked a fright and Dad kept saying, "Do you want to change and go to the park?" And I said, "Well, we can go, but why should I change?" Well, we went, and there was a surprise baby shower there for me - and you know why I don't have any pictures of that!

And United Homes was having a company dinner the night of September 7th - I had felt a little funny all day, so decided not to go - Harry was 11 days late at that point - just like Bonny had been - so Dad went - and then about an hour later I called him and said, "Well, the action is picking up." They had to page him for my call - and everyone knew why I wasn't there - so Dad got kidded about missing all of his dinner!

We stayed home for Christmas that year - and looked forward to 1973 - and what it would bring.