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Show £5.6 and for which the Department was paid five thousand dollars, also the map of Millard County, including the towns of my parents, Oak City, Holden, and Kanosh. We could get magnifying glasses and see the actual houses, buildings and streets, or stereoptic ones which made the mountain peaks and treetops leap up at us, giving the feeling of actually flying over those places. I picked out the places I would go first if ever I qualify for personal wings. When the war was over, and there was nothing to do but copy the figures and specifications of the photographs we had used; map-making was done, and this was deadly dull, I copied figures for one year, fighting boredom every minute. One morning my supervisor walked by me. "Good morning, " he said. I looked up and said: "I want to terminate. " I was more surprised than he was, I think. The thought had crossed my mind, but been put out of it, in light of what Judith (daughter) had said. Terminate, in nurse language, was death, and in a way, this was a death-of one life, but birth of another. I did need a job, a steady pay check. How foolish to quit a good one three weeks before Christmas. But I had a friend, with connections. "It isn't what you know, but who you know, " she said. Her husband was a professor at the University of Utah. A few days later, on the strength of a smattering of drafting which went along with the Department of Agriculture job, was the basis of his invitation to try illustrating a |
