Chatter Box Dear Suzy, It isn't going to be hard to do your Christmas shopping for Em Moody this year as all he needs is a pair of glasses and a list containing con-taining the names of all his kids so that he can call the roll when he loads them in the car. Some little time past Em loaded in a group of the children (all that had eaten their breakfasts good) and took off for Provo. There he bought a new pair of glasses and figured that was a full day's work and so started back home. The new glasses did something for Em and made his driving very erratic because for once he could see where he was going. He tired of the glasses and chucked them in the glove compartment. He figured fig-ured that the other drivers could take care of themselves and so he drove along in an optical fog without the cheaters. Four of the children were in the front seat with Em and one stated, stat-ed, "Daddy is sure going to be mad at you." To which one child said, "Oh no he isn't.' This "yes he is" and "no he isn't" kept up for several miles until Em said sternly, "shut up!" This the children child-ren did and Em wheeled off many a mile in peace and quiet, which is usually not the custom. Em drove in to Santaquin and wanted to read a sign and so reached into the compartment for his glasses. There were no glasses. Em stopped the car and made a further search. The children were still very quiet, but replied to Em's query about the glasses that before he told them to shut up one of the kids had tossed the glasses out the window, and that was the reason for the dialogue of "Yes he will," and "No he won't be mad." But "yes he will" won out and Em was mad. A backtrack and search from Payson to Provo failed fail-ed to produce the glasses. (How can a man find his glasses when he can't see without them?) And so Em came home still mad and still without his glasses. But not long alfter the shoe was on the other foot and Em got even, I think mostly by accident, ac-cident, but anyway he got even. On this day Em loaded up most of his boys and tooX them up the river to do a little target practice prac-tice with bows and arrows, clods, BB guns and whatever else the boys had to use. t The boy who tossed the glasses out of the car shot an arrow over a small raise in the ground and the group went in search ofit.Em was still without his glasses and so couldn't help much, but did offer moral support. A long and tedious search was not fruitful and finally Em said, "Let's go, we can't find it anyway." A platoon of small boys Climbed into the car and Em took off for greener pastures without making a count or calling a roll, and so left the small boy of glass tossing fame to get home' as best he could. Some time later a small boy was seen walking into the airport road with his bow, but still no arrow. A call to Mary by Nate Ward proved that it was one of theirs but Mary didn't know which one until she saw it after a hurried hur-ried trip to the airport. Mary took the boy home seething. (Mary was seething, not the boy). Em, on arriving home, saw the boy sitting there and said, "I thought you went hunting with us." Mary's reply to Em is not of record. Which reminds me of the story of the father teaching his small son about "trust." He put the boy on a table and told him to jump off and he would catch him. The boy demurred. A lot of pleading on the part of the father, and many assurances that he would catch him finally gave the boy the courage to jump, and the father fath-er stood ready to catch him. As the boy jumped the father steped to one side and the boy landed with a resounding smack on the floor. The father said, "Let that be a lesson to you, and don't even trust your own father." Toots.