||If we lost a possession, it was usually returned. We trusted local merchants and vendors who came to our doors to offer quality and an honest price. People were willing to help one another. There was support in the community. As we became teenagers and began dating, modesty in dress, speech and deportment was the norm. Being moral was definitely "in." Parents taught that if girls hoped for young men's respect, we had to earn it. Boys expected to protect and respect girls. It created a wonderful sense of freedom! A mesmerizing fact that our parents conveyed to us early in life was that consequences resulted from choices. Free agency applied to making choices; consequences followed, depending upon the choice. This provided a grounding in reality we did not forget. It would be unrealistic to imply that we grew up in a Utopia. But it is obvious that life was more gentle and standards of integrity were honored, as opposed to being questioned, weakened or cast aside as prudish or only as crutches for the weak. Simple pleasures: What are they? As children we climbed trees and played in tree houses. In summer, we sailed cucumber boats bearing hollyhock dolls down the irrigation streams. We waded in irrigation ditches and swam in City Creek. On balmy evenings we played outdoor games under the street lights, such as Kick the Can, Follow the Leader, and Run Sheep Run. When we became teenagers, we created most of our good times by having taffy pulls, popping com, playing games and going to Saturday matinees. Many families picnicked at the power plant or in the meadows west of town. Our family's favorite spot was in the shade of a large hawberry tree whose branches formed a canopy overhead. While a watermelon chilled in an icy brook, my father cooked dinner in a large iron skillet over a campfire. Mother and my older sisters, who had baked rolls and cake, relaxed in the shade. I alternately ran and strolled down the country lane, feeling the warm, loamy soil ease between my toes. The aroma of wild roses that draped their lush foliage over the fences tilled the air with a sweet, intoxicating perfume. As a woman, the first oil painting I purchased was one of those wild roses. It hangs in my bedroom and takes me back in time to the feel of sun-warmed earth, the fragile beauty and scent of the roses, and the sounds of family laughter drifting across the sunset meadows.