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Show Marriage, Motherhood, and Migraines 109 II After the honeymoon, Madelyn became a "housewife." They rented an apartment in Ogden, where Harold continued to work as chief engineer at the Ogden Iron Works, while Madelyn almost daily entertained relatives and close friends from Salt Lake City. She had her first dinner guests on Saturday April 13. Invited were Papa, Aunt Annie, Esther (her parents' domestic), and her younger brother John. She was very proud to record in her diary the menu: fruit cocktail, roast veal with celery stuffing, brown potatoes and gravy, buttered young carrots, asparagus salad, maple souffle, and chocolate fudge cake. The next day she had another dinner, to which were invited Harold's sister Lucile, and his brothers Dick and David. The menu was similar: fruit cocktail, blanquette of veal, saute'd parsnips, sliced tomato salad, chocolate mousse and lady fingers.' Madelyn found that she was always having company-her own family, Harold's fam ily, her school friends, Harold's school and work friends, and new friends and neighbors. "It does seem as if friends come when I am least expecting visitors." Although she kept the apart ment neat, the bed was not always made nor the dishes done." Madelyn joined a woman's literary club, and she and Harold helped to form a couple's club. Madelyn made friends easily and quickly. While Harold was at work Madelyn kept the house clean, played bridge, entertained herself on the piano, wrote in her diary, took daily walks, and taught a class for girls in Tuesday night Mutual that focused on literature, and enjoyed "playing at being lovers" with Harold. Harold continued to work on his new patented nonflamma ble dry cleaning process, and worked on machinery for the pro cessing of sugarbeets. He developed a new sugarbeet piler and loader and worked long hours perfecting it, often sleeping only three or four hours at night. Tomorrow is our four-month's wedding day-one-third of year. And such indescribable happiness! It seems as if these four months have held all of contentment and sweetness and ecstasy that life can hold. Harold and I have been so thor oughly congenial. We have had no harsh words nor unhappia |
