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Show I CDBnntt Quant . , by Bea Kummer The old Wish Book' Did you grow up with a mail-order catalogue in your home? I did, and I feel sorry for anyone who didn't because the "Wish Book" holds such a fond place among the good things of my childhood. We not only thought of the catalogue as a store by mail, it was also a conversation piece. I remember well how I could hardly wait for the new catalogue to come out, because then we could cut paper dolls from the old one. Then came all the fun of swapping doll dress patterns with girl friends. We played all sorts of games with the catalogue too, by propping it up open like a song book, while strumming up and down on an old wooden box that we pretended was a piano. We sang joyously all the while about whatever appeared before us on the pages. If it was a hat, we'd sing, "Where did you get those hats," and so on. Another game was to simply open up the catalogue cata-logue and go through it, taking turns saying, "I'll take this one," as we pointed to what appealed to us. There were pages we did not understand or weren't even interested in, so we simply skipped over them. Some of us young girls would get together and look at pictures of the young men in their underwear, and between giggles say silly things like, "I'm going to order this one as soon as I've saved enough money." We almost died when the boys caught us looking at the men. When we couldn't go out we used the catalogue for entertainment as we didn't ( have many other magazines-to magazines-to look at. i The seed catalogues also were fun. We would imagine how we could plant a garden and a tree over here, flowers there, and so on. Oh, what our imagination could do to help pass away the time. ', A lovable old aunt ordered everything throlugh the catalogue, even pills and medicine. The final use of the old"Wish Book," at least in some cases, was in the little old house out back, of course. The fact that the old book was there helped to pass the time more pleasantly pleasant-ly when waiting was neces sary. Oh yes, the old book has almost disappeared completely, com-pletely, but the memories still linger on. The outhouse is gone because of indoor plumbing, running water and all. But our memories will linger on forever. ! ' Leonard and Delsa Winn Laxton are the proud parents par-ents of a 6 lb. 10 oz. baby girl born January 25, 1984. She was welcomed home by a brother Jeremy and herj grandfather Dell Winn. Carolyn Bloom and Lynn Turner had gone to the Resort for dinner on Friday night. Lynn fell, breaking her ankle. She was taken to the Holy Cross Hospital in Salt Lake. On Saturday she hadj to have surgery as her ankle was shattered. Lynn will be in the hospital several days and she will stay in Salt Lake with her sister tor awhile. Lynn is well known and wij be missed at the shop. We do hope to see her back as soon as possible. |