I was considered by those very close to the family as one of the ugliest if not the ugliest baby ever sent to this earth. In fact, a friend of my mother made a life long enemy of her by remarking to her one time, I am told, that "my gracious, without doubt, this is the ugliest baby I have ever laid eyes on." And about fifteen years later, evidently she had no cause to change her mind because she saw me one time and said "Stanley, you haven't change a bit."

I don't recall much of my very early life. I know that we moved around a great deal and up to the time I was in the 6^th grade (I remember that quite vividly) I went to the Oquirrh school in Salt Lake City and I remember having a teacher by the name of Miss Schick. That was the school that my sister Alta was attending at the same time and she was a grade ahead of me. I believe we had 3 grades in that one room. I have no idea how many schools I attended in my early years up to the time I was going to High School, but they were considerable because we did a great deal of moving around. We spent a year or two at Parleys School up on the East Bench. Alta, Dick and I attended there in the 5^th, 6^th or 7^th grade. I remember Alta used to play the piano for the girls and boys to march in and out and I was quite proud of her.

I left school in the second year High School to go to work because my Father died and I remember Dr. Lester A. Stevenson, who was attending him at the time told me "Well, Stan, you will have to be the man of the house now" and he always repeated himself twice, he said "you have to be the man of the house now," I can remember now that I was very proud to be the man of the house and to have the responsibility of taking care of my mother and brothers and sisters and I remember too the grief I felt at the loss of my father whom I had just began to know very well. We had gone on trips together and had actually spent about three months on a trip to Seattle, Washington, and back and was quite a jaunt and I got to know him quite well at that time and found out that he was a fine man although I had always considered him quite a strict and very stern person but he had a very warm human side to him.

My first job was as the stock boy at Smith Faus Wholesale Drug Company in Salt Lake City and I worked there for about a year and was then promoted to parcel post checker which was something that I thought was really hot stuff. I was making $60.00 per month at the time which wasn't very much to take care of a family being the head of the house, but it was the best we could do at the time and it wasn't too bad at the time considering the wages of other people.

I worked there for approximately ten years and during that time on July 6, 1927, I married a girl name Isabelle Olive Stallings. I remember we started our life in a one little furnished room in Salt Lake City and we were very happy there even though she had to cook on a gas community range out in the hall where three other families shared the cooking facilities, however, it wasn't bad at all because I had to walk to work and back and by the time I got home supper was ready and everything was fine.

My first daughter, Beverly Ruth was born the following year on April 3, 1927. I continued to work at Smith Faus Drug Company and realizing the advantages of an education and the fact that I had to quite High school before finishing, I attended night school for a number of evenings and months and took up such things as arithmetic, history, literature, geography; things that were more or less required at that time. About ten years after I started working at Smith Faus, I decided I was getting no where there and gave my resignation to take effect in two weeks and went to San Francisco and from there to Portland Oregon where I got a job as head checker at McKession and Robbins. After working there for about three years I was made Superintendance of operations.

My second daughter, Barbara Belle, was born in Portland, Oregon, on the 9^th of December, 1931. McKession and Robbins purchased Blumaruer-Frank and I was made assistant superintendent, but I quit that job and after some struggle to keep alive, as it was rough getting a job, I got a job selling Engineering supplies. The engineering supply selling was not so good for I didn't have a car and had to take a bus or street car or walk and thus I was not very productive. By mutual consent I left the Portland Blueprint Company and through some connections managed to get a job in Los Angeles as production superintendent with Coffin Redington Wholesale Drug Co. At that time I was the production superintendent of the laboratory in which they manufactured a line of wets and drys. This job I held while Beverly and Barbara were attending school in Los Angeles for a number of years and was getting along pretty well financially. Finally I asked for a raise and they told me that I had gone about as far financially as I could on that particular job and there was no other job available so I gave my resignation to Mr. Tom Stone, who was my immediate superior and in two weeks left with mutual good feelings.

I landed a job within a couple of weeks as the production manager of the Robert H. Clark Co., manufacturers of foaming bath sachets. This was a tough job, one that took a lot out of a man and I held that job about a year or there abouts and in 1945, - December 24 - my wife died and after a month or two of attempting to continue to work, I decided it wasn't worth it and left that job and went to Salt Lake.

In the meantime, Barbara went to school and Beverly went to work in Salt Lake. I went to work in Salt Lake at Sears Robuck as assistant division manager in the venetian blind dept after staying with Alta and Jack for several months.

My brother Chick and I decided to go on a long fishing trip so we saved some money and bought a small trailer, we had a small Willies car and we spent two or three months fishing and traveling up to Portland through Idaho, back through California and had a wonderful time.

The next few years between 1945 and the time I remarried was spent at various jobs. I had a job as an accountant and cost clerk at Jack Hickey, a Furniture Company in South San Francisco, then I worked for Bennet Drug Company as just a utility man, stock boy and so forth. Finally I got a job selling sundries and drugs to drug stores and 15 cent stores. This outfit was called Pacific Sundries located in San Francisco. One of these were what I wanted for I wanted to get back in wholesale drug work again and finally got a job with my old company Coffin Reddington who were building in San Jose. I was hired as close out man and held that job for two or three years and then went out as traffic manager for a few years and was then promoted as pharmaceutical buyer. The job as close out checker was a long come down from what I had done before, I went back about twenty years, but I figured once I got in I could build myself up. My job as pharmaceutical buyer is one I really liked.

In the meantime I married, Naomi Shepherd MacCabe and acquired at the same time a family of three of her children, the two boys were going to college and are now married and Sondra at that time was going to grammar school and is now married.

My church activities have not been very great. I was made a deacon when I was about 15 years old and finally became an Elder at the San Mateo ward in San Mateo, California and it was after that I met and asked Naomi to marry me and we went through the Salt Lake temple. Our marriage ceremony was a little different than most peoples as I was sealed to Isabelle with my wife acting as proxy for her and she was sealed to her former husband with me acting as proxy for him. We were married by a bishop in Burlingame at Dr. Skankies house prior to the temple ceremony. Since that time, I was one of the counselors - first assistant to the Sunday school superintendent- and worked on the church paper as a reporter for various activities.

I have always been interested in writing, in fact, I discovered a diary I had written when I was 17 years old - dated 7-19-21 - and of all the horrible things you ever heard----I do however have down here that I was determined to become one if not the greatest of the worlds story writers, so evidently my writing bug bit me a long time ago. I haven't done a great deal about that though I had one article published in the Improvement Era and was paid the huge sum of $4.17 for it. That is the only thing I have had published so far.

I spent quite a bit of time and a considerable amount of money studying commercial art. I worked on line drawing and wash drawing and finally took up lettering, thinking that I might make a few cents lettering. I never did make a dime and finally I decided to give it up, however, I took a course from someone by the name of Long in Salt Lake. I went in Portland to Mackalburgs studio and spent a couple of years there and it was a very good racket for them but it wasn't very good for me. I doubt if any one did very well with them for they were too artistic. I am still sold on writing and still think that I can do something with it if I ever get down and dig in.

One of my hobbies right now is the study of the Arabic language. I have a tape from Beverly which she and George had one of their Arab friends come over and talk to me in Arabic and it sounds very good as does the Arabic music.

He has Primary Lateral Sclerosis.