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Show 130 the Ocean-he's got a little girl in Berlin, and one in Paree. If he kisses the little girl in Berlin he cannot kiss me. My bonnie lies over the ocean, just the way he lied to me. " The serials in the magazines were about sinister Zeppelin fliers from Berlin lurking in the bushes of England. Some boys marched off to war, among whom was Harold Parker, John's boy. In searching for a name for our new baby, Mama decided to choose in honor of our soldier boys. We discarded Alva (Hampton), Ezbon (Jackman) and a few others and settled on Harold Rawlinson. He was Mama's ninth and the matter of naming a child became a major project. The official name was always preceded by numerous humorous appellations, such as "Artimischa" and "Clementine" for the girls. We had been calling Harold Simon and Peter. Rachel didn't adopt the new name immediately, but continued to call him Soimon Peta long afterwards. Mama went all out doing war work. She was on the Liberty Bond committee with Mrs. James M. Peterson, wife of the President of the bank in Richfield, a lady featured often in the society column of the Richfield Reaper. Since, as usual, the Government was not prepared, clotheswise, as well as otherwise (World War II was not the only one to "catch us with our plants down" as F. D. R. put it), everybody knitted sweaters and sox, some of which looked like they were for men, not the long-toed sloth. We ate black Hoover bread, talked a good deal about the shortage of sugar, which never occurred in Utah, because the Utah Idaho Sugar Company did not raise its prices, but upped its production. I remained a Farmerette, but Vaughn, Mary, and Vilate Bohn worked in |
