Bowling

We bowled with Dean and Marva for four years.  It was great.  I had a good average and Jess bowled especially well.  The highest game I ever bowled was 231.  I was expecting Kent at the time and I was very careful not to fall down.  We won the championship one year.  We bowled in Rexburg one summer and in Rigby the rest of the time.  After Dean closed his butcher shop at 9:30, we would go to IF to the Elks and then bowling.  We had to wear a dress to go to the Elks so we would take slacks and change out of our dress, at the bowling alley. We were both embarrassed to wear high heeled shoes with our slacks.  Now, 2013, it is the style.  I still have one pair of red high heeled shoes I can’t part with.  

One night when we returned home from bowling and stopped the car in front of the house we thought the bowling balls were rolling around.  We had never experienced that before.  Then we heard all the chickens making a terrible noise.  We wondered if there was a skunk in the chicken coop.  We didn’t know until the next day that there had been a severe earthquake in Yellowstone Park.  

A dance club was formed in Rigby and Dean, Marva and most of our bowling friends joined.  Jess wasn’t well enough to dance so we soon dropped out of the group.  All at once we were without close friends to do fun things with.  Within a few months, Dean was ill with cancer.  It brought us heartache to see someone we loved, die a slow painful death.