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I thought it must be some sort of game using sticks like those used on a
snare drum.
On Sunday at about 1 p.m., we had a big family dinner in the
dining room. A big roast beef was the usual prime entrée. Mother al-
ways had one or preferably two vegetables other than potatoes (because
she insisted these were necessary for proper nutrition). She was right – I
could have lived on roast beef and mashed potatoes with the great gra-
vy that Mother made. Mother also regularly made the best homemade
bread in the world.
After Sunday dinner, we usually went for an automobile ride
to visit friends and relatives. Usually we visited at least two families at
their homes, nearly always including Grandmother Eldredge, whom my
mother loved and honored all her life.
In the summer, we often drove to Wasatch, the cluster of summer
homes at the base of Little Cottonwood Canyon. Grandfather Holmes
had a nice “cabin” and lived there from June 1 until September 1 each
year. During that time, Dad ran the business by going there early, since
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the huge boulders on the edge of the canyon stream. The roar of the icy
water rushing down the rocky stream fascinated me.
If we returned home early enough from our visiting, we would
attend sacrament service in our Ward. This would be from 6:30-8 p.m.
We would then come home to open-faced toasted cheese sandwiches
made by Mother, usually with hot chocolate to drink. One of the kids
might be sent to Ostler’s store (on our block) for a brick of ice cream.
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orange. We didn’t shop on Sunday because it was the Sabbath, but since
we had no freezer, we were permitted to get ice cream at Ostler’s.
Sometimes on Sunday evening, my parents would invite Uncle
Nelson Bleak and Aunt Annie (my father’s sister) to join them for a few
games of bridge (they lived just a block away). It was Mother and Dad’s
favorite game requiring intelligence, memory and luck. Oddly enough,
I rarely hear of anyone playing bridge now.
Dad was traditionally elected the chairman of the Democratic
Party in the Third (political) Ward. Dad was always highly respected.

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