||better wait a while to have kids." The alarm clock was a welcome sound at five A. M. I rolled out of the bed I shared with two younger sisters, my feet touching the cold linoleum floor. Shivering, I pulled on the m gn t before, jdu ncil ed myself into a wairm coat and pulled a stocking hat over my ears. I felt my way down the stairs, through the kitchen, and stepped out onto the still darkened back porch. I felt for the strap on the bag which held my newspapers, lifted it over my shoulder and wiggled to get it This day was beginning like any other, but I knew it wouldn't be ordinary because this was November 7, 1934, my wedding day. I couldn't long walk through town tossing forty papers onto forty porches, beginning with the Horleys and ending at the other end of town with the Nelsons. Taking deep gulps of cold air, I sky. Mama always said: " Red in the morning, delight." This was going to be a good day! When I returned to the house, Mama had already begun the preparations. She had fed school. The turkey, stuffed with sage dressing, was already in the oven. I plopped myself onto a wooden kitchen cnai r leaning my elbows on the patterned oilcloth, and began to help Mother with pie shells which would turn my job to make the dinner rolls. I was the oldest and had learned to be an excellent cook. With Mama being a seamstress, when she had hi red sewi ng to do, it became my j ob to cook neals for the family.