While the air was so dry in El Paso, it could be distinctly humid in Austin, which was quite uncomfortable in the summer! I got nosebleeds in El Paso because of the dryness, and I learned to sweat! in Austin. I had heard it said that "ladies glow, gentlemen perspire, and farmers sweat." Well, I guess my farm background came to the fore in Austin. But it was a beautiful city.
My beautiful child is growing and healthy, and learning how to wake up Mama and Papa in the mornings. He would stand up in his crib then jump up and down in his crib and push on the top railing so as to make his crib slide across the floor. That, and the thump-thump-thump of his jumping up and down was better than any alarm clock invented.
I wonder what would have happened if he had been able to jump-push his crib over to the window. Well, that didn't happen. Stan got some I-bolts and wire and fastened the crib to two walls. OK, so the jumping up and down just rattled the walls, but at least he couldn't go anywhere.
Stan was working part time at a student hangout that served sandwiches and a variety of non-alcoholic drinks. Also, some bakery pies that weren't really very good, and ice cream. I tried to make a little money by turning my kitchen into a bakery. I made cherry and apple tarts for the shop, and they went like hotcakes. I was really getting into the business of baking when the Department of Health shut me down. I had to go bake at the shop instead of at home. That took care of my little home business because the shop didn't have room to create a kitchen where I could turn out my luscious little tarts. I had a recipe for a lemon cake that would have gone over big, too, but I guess it just wasn't meant for me to become a famous baker.
Finally, the bridge club aka Faculty Wives Club started, so I got dressed up, plopped Stephen with Irene, and went and played bridge once a week. We had, also, a small bridge club going at the apartments, and I would play once in a while in the evening while Stan was home, and I didn't have to rely on a baby sitter. Papa turned out to be reliable.
Next...the couple in the building behind us.