Mom always had great intentions of writing her personal history - and in going through her 'stuff' I've found many booklets and papers with helpful hints about how to do that. Here are some notes she had made:
Father - John Ernest Hipwell - born April 24, 1894; , Utah
Mother - Dagmar Edel Hansen - born Jan 2, 1898; Oslo, Norway
Married - Oct 31
Emma Hipwell
Born - Oct 23, 1931; Ogden, Utah
Mother - reserved and depended on my father for their social life. Medium height and slender. Blue eyes, brown wavy hair. Played and enjoyed the piano, she was the ward and often the stake organist. She was an excellent typist and secretary and was the Bishop's secretary much of the time. I remember she always typed all of my and my brother and sisters school reports.
She didn't often get upset but when she did she really blew up. She was an ecellent cook, crocheted. One other talent my mother had was her ability to spell. You could make up a word and she could spell it correctly. She loved to wear hats and always wore earrings. We used to kid her that she wouldn't empty the garbage without her hat and earrings.
When school was out after my sophomore year of High School my mother and father and sister (Mildred) ventured out on a trip across the country, from Utah to New York, down the East Coast to Florida and back again. Up until this time the furthest away from Ogden I had been was Salt Lake City. At this time my older sister lived and worked in Washington D.C., the main reason for our trip was to see and stay with her. She worked at the Pentagon.
We traveled by car.. We didn't have any major mechanical problems except occasionally the exhaust would act up and an odor would come into the back seat. We had it checked and repaired several times and finally it was taken care of. Now I'm an adult I realize more how lucky we were we weren't exphixeated.
I had heard many times about Boys Town and it was one of the places we stopped, I think Father Flannigan was still alive then. My sister and I were both very impressed seeing all those young men around. Not just because they were boys but how they conducted themselves and the tremendous program there for them.
One stop we made was in Peru, Indiana where my father had served one of his missions. (He served a mission in Australia also, one of his companions there was Pres. Marion Romney). We were there over a weekend and went to church. It was my first experience with having a buffet supper after church. I learned this is often done in the mission field because of the long distances some travel.
When we arrived in D,.C, it was so sultry and hot, I remember my sister told us no one wore nylons or leg make-up (very fashionable at the time), the nylons would stick to your legs, the make-up would run. Everyone just got a good suntan.
Shenna Mealey
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