My Dad worked at the railroad. He was a pipefitter and a sheet metal man. They made a lot of things out of sheet metal. For Christmas one year, he made Arleen a dust pan. It had a handle that swiveled, and when you picked it up, the back was heavier than the front, and it tipped so it would stay closed, unless you put it on the ground, and then it would open up. Father painted it green and red for Christmas. Arleen loved that dust pan, and she used it for years and years. I think we still have it out in the garage somewhere.
When we would go into Salt Lake, Dad would go to the Wonderbread day old Bakery. He would buy a day old box of twinkies for a dollar. They were a little harder, but still good. He also liked to buy cupcakes—the chocolate kind with marshmallow in the middle. There were two cup cakes and two twinkies in a package. Dad, he thought two were too many, so he’d open the packages, and give everybody one. The kids loved the twinkies, and one day they were asking for some, but dad had run out. My mom said, “Well, go over and buy some”, to Dad. He said, “Well, they are probably closed…”, and she responded sternly, “They are not closed, they’ll be open for an hour! Now, go over and buy some twinkies and cupcakes”. Well, Dad, he lived in the depression, and I don’t think he wanted to spend the extra dollar to get his kids some sweets, but Grandma made him. So he got back and made the big show of giving everybody one cupcake.
Dad and Mom had a radar range. It was amazing—you could put food in it, and it would heat it up. Then you’d have to open the door, stir it, and start it up again. It didn’t have a turntable. They had that for years. Dad liked to cook in that, and he like to show it to people. You couldn’t stand in front of it, because the radar rays were harmful to people—it’d make you go blind or sterile. In later years, we bought one, but now they are called microwaves.
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