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Show 196 with small bones, but taut as wet rawhide. He was hairy as Esau and almost as red, except for his bald-spot, and he combed his side hair up over that. His eyes were always squinted against the sun. H@J was outspoken,: hard-working, but he liked: iun so long as it was clean, "Mother, don't you think I am a pretty man?" he sometimes asked her, primping before the mirror, pulling his mouth down to look dignified and never looking less pretty. He looked like the pictures of Teddy Roosevelt to me, and when I was small I thought the picture of Teddy was one of him. He looked in the mirror only when he shaved or tried on a new hat, but not when he tied his tie. Mama always tied his tie for him, because he never learned how, and when she had gone ahead on some Relief Society project he put his tie in his pocket until he found her. "I looked over all the women in the congregation, " he would tell her as she tied it. "You were the best looking woman there. " Mama was slim, hollow-cheeked and tall when I first remembered her, with her hair long when she combed it, but coiled and pinned in a bob high on the back of her head, loosened and curled around her face. As she grew older and had children she put on weight, but she was always graceful, had beautifully shaped legs and feet. Her mouth was generous, usually laughing and she had beautiful teeth. She had a comfortable lap, sometimes filled with more than one baby, the older little children perched on the arms of her rocking chair. She sang a lot. |
