She came curtaining bowls and bunchanings of leaves and ...



(David and Karen reading parts from "Extracts of Adam's Diary" and "Eve's Diary" by Mark Twain):

(David): …She came [curtaining bowls] and bunches of leaves, and when I asked her what she meant by such nonsense, and snatched them away and threw them down, she tittered and blushed. I'd never seen a person titter and blush before, and to me it seemed unbecoming and idiotic. She said I myself would soon know why it was thus. This was correct. Hungry as I was, I laid down the apple half eaten. Certainly the best one I ever saw considering the lateness of the season. And rigged myself of the discarded bowels and branches, and then spoke to her with some severity and ordered her to go and get some more, and not to make a spectacle of herself. (laughter) She did it, and afterwards we [crept] down to where the wild beast battle had been and collected some skins. And I made her patch together a couple of suits proper for public occasions. They are uncomfortable, it's true, but stylish. And that's the main point in clothes. (laughter) I find she's a good deal of a companion. I see I should be lonesome and depressed with out her. Another thing, she says it is ordered that we work for a living hereafter. She will be useful. I will superintend.

(Karen): Friday. I tried once more to persuade him to stop going over the falls. That was because the fire, which I had discovered, had been revealed to me a new passion. Quite new and distinctly different from love, greed, and those others which I had already discovered. Fear. And it is horrible.

(David): Friday. Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl, and make allowances. She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity. The world to her is a charm, a wonder, a mystery, a joy. She cannot speak for delight when she finds a new flower. She must pet it, and caress it, and smell it, and talk to it. And pour out endearing names upon it. She is color mad; brown rocks, yellow sand, grey moss, green foliage, blue sky, the pearl of the dawn. None of them is of any practical value so far as I can see. But because they have color and majesty, that is quit enough for her. And she loses her mind over them. If she could but quiet down and keep still a couple of minutes at a time, it would be a reposeful spectacle. In that I case I think I would enjoy looking at her. Indeed, I am sure I could. For I am coming to realize that she is quite a remarkable comely creature. Light, slender, trim, rounded shapely, nimble, graceful. And once when she was standing marble white in the sun, on a sun dressed boulder, with her young head tilted back and her hand shading her eyes, watching the flight of a bird in the sky, I recognized that she was beautiful.

(Karen): After the Fall. When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me. It was beautiful. Surpassingly beautiful. Enchantingly beautiful. And now it is lost and I shall not see it anymore. The garden is lost. But I have found him, and am content. He loves me as well as he can. I love him with all the strength of my passionate nature. (laughs) And this I think is proper to my youth and sex. If I ask myself why I love him, I find I do not know. (laughter) I love certain birds because of their songs, but I do not love Adam on account of his singing. No, it's not that. The more he sings, the more I do not get reconciled to it. (laughter) Yet I ask him to sing because I wish to learn to like everything he's interested in. He's singing […] (cuts out) chivalry that I love him. No, it's not that. Then why is it that I love him. Merely because he is masculine I think. At bottom he is good, and I love him for that. But I could love him without it. If he should beat me and abuse me, I should go on loving him. I know it. It is a matter of sex I think. He is strong and handsome, and I love him for that. And I admire him for that. And I am proud of him. But I could love him without those qualities. If he were plain, I should love him, and I should work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and watch by his bedside until I die.

Yes, I think I love him merely because he is mine, and his masculine. There is no other reason, I suppose. This kind of love is not a product of reasoning and statistics. It just comes and cannot explain itself. And it doesn't need to. It is what I think. But I am only a girl, and the first that has examined this matter. And it may turn out that in my ignorance and inexperience I have not got it right.

(David): 10 years later. After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning. It is better to live outside the garden with her, than inside without her. At first I thought she talked too much, but now I should be sorry to have that voice fall silent and pass out of my life. Blessed be the goodness of her heart and sweetness of her spirit.

(Karen): 40 years later. (laughter) It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life together. A longing which shall never perish from the earth, and shall have place in the heart of every wife that loves [..] (cuts out) …I pray that it shall be I, for he is strong and I'm weak. (crying, mumbles something) I'm not so necessary to him as he is to me. Life without him would not be life. How could I endure it. This prayer is also immortal, and will not cease from being offered up while my race continues. I am the first wife. And in the last wife I shall be repeated.

(David): At Eves grave. Where so ever she was, there was Eden.

(6:44 cuts off)

(Group Singing "Sweet Violets")

(10:00-14:04 Light Conversations)

(Willard): My name is Willard Robyn Bishop. I'm dictating this on Sunday, 17 April, 1977, to record a few of the facts of how myself and my wife Pamela got together.

In the Spring of 1961, I went to Orson Spencer Hall on the University of Utah campus, where I was completing my freshman year, to hear a chamber music concert. I was sitting there watching the group tune up, when Pamela Camp, whom I had first met in high school in a chemistry class, but had nothing to do with, came and sat down along side me. She inquired about my grades. I was in a particularly bitter stage of my life at that time, and turned on her and told her she didn’t really mean it, she didn't care how I was doing with my grades. All she was doing was being a typical hypocrite, and asking about them. At that time she was so shocked, she broke into tears. I apologized and we did finish watching the rest of the chamber music concert together. I didn't see her after that for a good deal of time.

I returned from my mission in March of 1965, and didn't see Pam until August of 1966. [In August of 1966,] I was working as a shipping clerk for Zeno Hydraulic Corporation in Salt lake City. I was doing most of my work at night. I would ship things out for them, and I was the shipping and receiving clerk really. But one night, a [WICOF] truck came to the loading dock with something to deliver, and out of it stepped Richard Camp. I first met him prior to my mission when I worked as an attendant at a Beehive gas station at about 96th South and State Street in Sandy. It really surprised me to see him driving the [WICOF] truck, but he was apparently working at night as I was in order to get money to put himself through school. He was on the alert for someone to match his sister with and told me that she was unmarried, and that I ought to give her a call. And he gave me her telephone number. Very shortly thereafter, I called her and we arranged a date to go up to Park City to see a melodrama. [We] went up there to Park City to watch the melodrama. Had some pizza afterwards. I was very much impressed with her. I was a little astounded at her forwardness because she would hold my hand and take my arm. Which to me you only did that kind of thing if you were very serious about someone. And I thought perhaps she was very serious about me, after having only seen me for the first time in a good many years. But I was very much impressed with her. I enjoyed being with her. I liked her. I liked the way she talked, the things she thought and talked about. And so I asked her for a date the next night.

The next night was a Saturday night, and we went with the family up to the Utah State Fair. I enjoyed walking around with her. And after that we went with Peter and [Malena] up to the fellow with a [Malena] was going- up to the home of the fellow that [Malena] was going with at that time. As a matter of fact I think Bonnie and Jack were there too. There were going to be some steaks barbequed or something. It was out in the granger area. And we went out there after the fair, and I enjoyed being with Pam. And I kissed her for the first time there. And that really did excite me.

The next night was a Sunday night. I forget just exactly what we did then. But I asked here to marry me. I was certain she was the one that I wanted to spend eternity with and to raise our children. This really put her in a quandary since she wasn't nearly as nearly as sure upon such notice as I was. As a matter of fact she kept putting me off for about- I guess it'd been six or eight weeks before she finally agreed that we ought to be married.

I was still working for Zeno Hydraulic Corporation fulltime after going to school fulltime during the day, and so I would only usually see Pam Friday and Saturday nights, and Sunday nights. After nine o clock usually on Friday nights because I'd get of Zeno at nine and then drive out to her place, and we'd watch the late night movie. We set our marriage for the 15th of June, 1967, which was more than six months away. I tried to save money so that we would have the money that we would need at the time of our marriage. And sure enough we did get married on the 15th of June of 1967. That's nearly 10 years ago.

My years with her have been the happiest of my life and I expect that life will keep getting richer and more abundant the longer I live with her.

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