We always knew what we thought after that. We knew we must always think about God first.

Mommy started to read and to study because she wanted to know more and more. I wanted her to tell me everything she learned.

We had long conversations that were very serious. But then we had laughing games too, and we were very, very happy. We had such good times in the kitchen together, cracking nuts and eating them and rolling them for the cookies.

We played most of the time but we read too. We both had lots of books. Mommy started reading to me when I was six months old. I loved looking at the pictures. I learned to turn pages. Daddy read to me, too.

I had Book House for Children, and the Books of Knowledge. Ford had the Knowledge books. They were his greatest books, he said.

Mommy bought the Knowledge books for me when Daddy was away. She wanted me to have My Book House and the Book of Knowledge. Then I had all the beautiful literature and all the facts, too. The Heritage Club Books for Juniors were special presents. There was Little Women, and Huckleberry Finn, and The Wind in the Willows, and they were all protected by boxes we kept them in. I took very, very good care of all my books. For a while I liked my beautiful Babar the Elephant books best. Raggedy Ann stories were my favorites, too-and the little Golden Books and the giant Golden Books, and Pinocchio and Walt Disney's stories.

I had a special pin that said "Member of the Junior Heritage Club." I was a charter member in the club, it said.

Ford and I loved books as much as we loved our games. They were our best friends. We compared all our books.

We played with clay and with candle drippings. We could make lots of things from soft wax and the candies were different beautiful colors. We could make lots of little things, because our fingers were little. We molded the wax and the clay into all kinds of shapes.

The sand in Ford's sandbox was brown, and we could mix it with the special pure white sand Mommy bought for my sandbox. His was heavy. Mine was fine.

I got lots of presents. Mommy's Uncle Morris came to see us from St. Louis where he used to live before he retired to Florida, and he gave me a beautiful pink and white fawn.

Granddaddy gave me a scooter and a music box and a doll carriage when I lived in Urbana. I rode my scooter in my yellow pinafore all the time on the block. We had a sloping pavement in one place in front of our house, and I always had to follow the dip. I loved the scooter Granddaddy gave me. He knew what I liked.

The music box played a beautiful tune. It was blue, and children moved up and down in front of a little glass case while it played.

My dolls were able to sleep in a beautiful carriage. It was brown, and it was not metal at all because it was wartime.

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