My cousins in California were too far away to have much to do with them except when we went to California or they came to Utah. I did keep in touch with 2 of my cousins till they died: Phyllis, Uncle Cutler’s daughter, and Sharon, Aunt Bernell’s step [adopted] daughter. Aunt Bernell lived in an apartment house when we were little sometimes my folks took us and grandpa and grandma Porter to Oakland so they could take them to the Worlds Fair in San Fransisco. We were left home so we filled paper bags with water and dropped them out the window onto the sidewalk below. We got in a lot of trouble.
My cousin Mona Lou Jensen in Elsinore and I wrote to each other even when we were on a mission. She crocheted the doily I usually have on my kitchen table for me.
My Nielson cousins were all younger than me except Doug, Kent, and Rhea whom I didn’t have anything much to do with. After I married Russell, Rhea and her husband Floyd Mill went to Nephi to the Utah Stampede. It was a rodeo. After the rodeo we went to a restaurant and Rhea and I acted like shit-heads [behaved poorly]. Floyd and Russell were embarrassed. They could have killed us—and should have. As I look back I’m so embarrassed. I willingly followed Rhea’s actions and added to them. That I hope I learned a valuable lesson and never again acted like I know is not lady-like or Christ approved. Rhea is mother’s liter's daughter and 2 years older than me.
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