There was a lot to do when we visited our grandparents in Utah. When Grandpa was home from working at the mines, he would let us go with him to his little work shop and play with the wood shavings from some project that he was making with just old fashioned hand tools. We loved the designs that the wood curls from his plane made, using them to make doll hair or necklaces.
In Grandma's living room she had a lot of bookcases with glass doors and many missionary stories, but best of all she had a large floor radio. When she was out in the garden, if we turned the knobs just right we could listen to popular music, a Stella Dallas soap opera and baseball, but we were careful when we were finished to put it back to her church station.
Some Sunday’s we might take a trip into Salt Lake City, go to church and then have a picnic in the park across the street from a huge church. It was fun to run in the grass, and play among the large green shade trees, something we didn't have at our ranch. Then everyone would pile in the car and we would head back to Grandma's for a snack, and then bed.