Chapter 4 - return to SLC

When we returned to Salt Lake it was fall/winter. I loved kicking through leaves up to my knees on my way to school in the morning.

We moved into a small apartment down an alley off of I Street on the Avenues in Salt Lake (64 I St, apt 5). Little did I know that there was a girl in kindergarten at that same school, Longfellow Elementary, whom I would marry about 15 years later.

The apartment was not very well maintained, and I hated using the bathroom there. To a 6-year-old it was really gross.

Valentines was the only event I clearly recall. I had developed some friendships in the neighborhood, so I was anxious to deliver Valentine Cards to all of them that night. I had not been out after dark before, and as I tried to find a couple of friends houses, I got disoriented. I dropped a valentine on a porch, which was actually across the street from where I thought I was. I rang the doorbell and ran, only to fall going down the steps and skinning my knee and both hands. That was the last card to deliver, so I headed for home. But I could not find it. I was lost. A kind neighbor lady out with her own kids making deliveries found me wandering down the street crying. I was only across the street from where I wanted to be, so it was easy for her to set me straight.

We were only there for 2 months, and then we moved to a house at 1900 Wyoming Street.