Born in Salt Lake City, blessed in Olympia Washington

My mother, Fay Barney Chamberlain, was doing the laundry in the basement of my grandparents home. When her pains got about 4 minutes apart, she called the doctor who told her, “Go to the hospital immediately!”  She called her father, Archie F. Barney, at work to give her a ride. On the way to the hospital, she calmly insisted on a detour. She needed cash for the hospital bill and told her dad to stop at the bank. As she waited in the teller line, she was hoping I would not get impatient. Fortunately, I was born 2 hours later in the hospital.

My father, Lt. Ernest M. Chamberlain was at Fort Lewis in Olympia, Washington. On May 1, 1942, Mother, Martin and I flew to Seattle, Washington where I first met my father. Dad and the bishop of the local ward gave me my blessing in at the Holly Auto Court in Olympia, Washington. Grandpa and Grandma, Harry and Annie Chamberlain, Richard and Robert came up from Salt Lake City for the occasion.

Our family was in Olympia until August 1942 when dad received orders for a temporary training assignment at Fort Sill. Dad then took us back to live with Granddad and Grandma Barney until he completed his course in Oklahoma. When Dad returned from Fort Sill, we had Thanksgiving dinner at his parents house in Salt Lake City. Our family of four then headed back to Washington.

Dad was excited our family was together and he was preparing for what he hoped would be our best Christmas ever.¹  Unfortunately, he was abruptly called back to Fort Sill on December 9 and had to leave on the train that night. Mother and her two baby boys were stranded in Olympia until my Uncle Dean Barney came on the train and drove our car back to Salt Lake City. We spent Christmas 1942 with Grandma and Grandpa Barney.

Midland Hotel, Lawton Oklahoma

On January 8, 1943, Uncle Dean drove my mother and Martin to Oklahoma to be with Dad. I was only 10 months old, so they left me with my grandparents.

Uncle Dean Barney was an adventures 17 year-old. He loved to drive our 1941 Plymouth across the country. They made good travel time and stayed the first night in Moab, Utah and the second night in Gallup, New Mexico. When Dean returned, he enjoyed a scenic train ride back and did some site seeing in Kansas City and Denver.

Housing was very scarce but Dad was able to find an apartment at the Midland Hotel in downtown Lawton, Oklahoma. It was not a high quality place and Dad was appalled one night when he saw mice crawling on Martin as he slept in his bed.

Mother was with Dean when she arrived at the hotel and later she was with Dad. She was rather naive and didn’t realize that at this hotel some may get the wrong idea about her. One night when she was going out with Dad, she had to return to the room to get something. When she came out of the room she saw two men. One said, “That’s her!” And they ran toward her with great expectations.

“I think you have the wrong idea,” she exclaimed, “My husband is waiting for me down stairs.” She then ran as fast as she could and said to Dad, “Let’s get out of here.”

Living with Grandma and Grandad Barney

I stayed with Grandma and Granddad Barney while Dad, Mother and Martin were in Oklahoma. They sent my mother regular written updates of my personal development.

1/12/1943 “Dennis is the sweetest thing”, she wrote as I sat upon her knee. I struggled to take hold of her pen and made first attempt to express myself in writing.

1/14/1943 “It is 11:45 am and Dennis is out in the fresh air, singing and happy as can be. He hasn’t cried once since you left.” “Dennis finally went to sleep at 12:45 am.” That is my normal bedtime time even today.

1/18/1943 “In the morning we go walking. He is getting strong and straight. He sits here saying Boom Boom. I wonder why? Do you suppose it is because his daddy is on the big guns?”

Yes, I believe children under 2 years-old have a spiritual connection with their family members. I have recognized this in my own children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Martin had a similar experience a year earlier.²

Dean Barney Joins the Navy

This was a happy time for me as I was pretty much oblivious to the turmoil going on within this loving family. Dean, Dan and Don were best friends and they all left on Wednesday January 20 for Treasure Island (Navy Training Center) in San Francisco. Granddad took Dean to the train station. He stayed inside the terminal. With exposer to cold weather and the stress of preparing Dean’s departure he became quite ill.

1/23/1943  Granddad wrote in the first part of the letter:  “I have been home all week with a heavy cold and bad throat so I won’t write much. Old Denny Dean is big and fat, has one big tooth center lower. He is trying to walk already.”

I think Granddad was thrilled that my middle name is “Dean” after his son Archie Dean Barney. However, the fat shaming was totally unnecessary.

Grandma wrote: “Can you imagine our home without Dean? I can now feel what a few million or more mothers have been experiencing when that train pulled out. Something went out of me, it was the strangest feeling. So different to that of a wife, as I did before, and yet so similar. I don’t feel so good since Dean left but Carol and Dad have been swell and everyone tells me my baby makes me younger, so that’s something.”

This was hard for her. She had watched her husband leave for war in 1917. He returned partially paralyzed and was considered 75% disabled. A year earlier, on New Year’s Eve 1941, she watched her son-in-law leave, and now the train was taking her only son into an unknown future.

Grandma to my parents: “don’t you worry”

Grandma and I were starting to get sick also. On the 21st Granddad wrote in his journal, “I brought the flu home- gave it to Livonia and the baby.”

1/29/1943 Grandma tried her best not to worry my parents: “My dears our baby has been sick for a few days he is recovering fine”, she wrote. It was the first time I had ever been sick and I didn’t like it. “He is as cross as a bear but has reason to be… tonsilitis, a bad sore throat and asthma”. And If that wasn’t bad enough, “his bottom was one mass of blisters.”

“He has been administered to several times and Grandpa C. is coming out tonight. We have his name in the temple also and everything will be all right now, so don’t you worry about him.”

Dr. Anderson was checking me everyday and prescribed some tablets to put in my water and caster oil. He told my Grandma to “tell (Fay and Ernest C.) not to worry he will be all right.”

1/30/1943 Granddad wrote, “Ernest’s Dad and Mother (Harry and Annie Chamberlain) came to visit us last evening. We really enjoyed their visit. They stayed about three hours. While they were here I had George Gardener come over. They administered to Dennis, Mother and to me. They gave each of us a fine blessing and we all feel so much better this morning.”

Grandma finished in the same letter: “I hear your dear little fellow singing, my is that wonderful music.”

Wow! Someone actually appreciates my singing. I love that woman.

“He has been terribly cross and his throat so sore all day yesterday. Today he plays and eats better and his temperature is down. Before they administered to him last night he was so tight he could hardly breath and ever since he has only a little wheeze. So he is going to be fine dears so don’t worry.”

1/31/1943 Grandma: “I’ll bet you wouldn’t know your baby this A.M. He is so happy and oh! so much better. His bottom is all nice and clear and white looks good enough to eat ha! ha! 

How humiliating.

Promotion to Captain

Dad was promoted to Captain on Jan 12, 1943 but didn’t tell anyone until Saturday the 16th. He came home in his uniform and paraded around the house. Mom thought he was acting strange. Finally, he had to show her his new captain bars on his uniform. Dad laughed at her reaction. Everyone was happy and Martin danced around saying “Daddy is a Captain!”.

Dad also wanted to get a reaction from his parents and Fay’s parents. In their next letters to them they said nothing about the promotion. The only hint was on the return address  “Capt. E. M. Chamberlain.” Dad wanted to know which of the parents would be first to notice. Turns out it was “dear old grandma (Agnes Adams) with her poor eyes” who was first to discover it.

The trip back to Salt Lake and Fort Lewis, Washington

Dad completed the course at Fort Sill and on March 6 headed back to Fort Lewis Washington. He drove Mother and Martin back to Salt Lake, traveling the same route by which they came with Uncle Dean. They happened to stop at the same motel in Gallup, New Mexico. The motel clerk recognized mother from before and asked, “Which one is your husband?”

“Oh!” she replied, “that other man is my brother!”. The clerk gave a humoring nod.

While Dad was passing through Salt Lake, the whole Chamberlain family was together for a photo session on March 7, 1943. These photos were taken in front of Chamberlain home at 1431, 10th East. (In Chapter 29, I mistakenly labeled them as taken in November 1942. However, this was not correct for Dad was not yet a Captain.)

Grandma’s lily pond

Mother, Martin and I stayed at the Barney home where we celebrated my first and Martin’s third birthdays.

It was during this time while living in our grandparents home that Martin saved my life. We were in the back yard and mother went in to check on grandma who was ill. As soon as she left I fell into the fish pond. Martin ran in yelling “Mommy, Mommy, Dennis is in the pool!” She ran and pulled me out. She said she never would have seen me in the pond because of the lily pads.

Fort Lewis, Washington to Indio, California

Family travel was not authorized for Dad’s trip back to Fort Lewis, so he left our car in Salt Lake and caught a train. A few days after he arrived, his unit received new orders. They were to head for the desert training center in Indio, California to prepare to meet Rommel’s forces in the deserts of North Africa. For this location, family travel was again authorized. Therefore, Grandfather Harry Chamberlain had to drive our car with Mother and Martin to Fort Lewis. He returned on the train. (I stayed with Grandma Barney in Salt Lake).

(Above photos are from our visit to the General Patton Memorial Museum in Indio, California in 2013, 70 years later.)

Captain Chamberlain and family left Olympia, Washington on Friday afternoon April 9th and drove in our car to Portland where they slept a couple of hours in the car. They then traveled on and stayed the night in Mount Shasta, California. The next day they traveled to San Francisco. Mother was still learning how to drive so Dad had her practice stick shift driving on the hills of San Francisco. She did real well and started doing more of the driving. That night they stayed at Salinas, California. Then on to Atascadero where they spent the day and night with good friends, Jack and Ruth Chamberlin.³

They stayed the following night at my mother’s Aunt Gretta Christensen’s house in San Gabriel. The next day, Dad found a house to rent in Pasadena. He wrote to his parents on April 15, 1943: “We have the best apartment we have ever had”.

Pasadena, California

Grandma took me on my first train ride from Utah to southern California. We arrived in Pasadena sometime before April 25 for an Adams family reunion and Easter Picnic at Temple City Park. My mother’s Uncle Ernest Adams was also in the Military. He was engaged to marry Bernadine “Bernie” Lopez on May 2, 1943. (See many more family photos in “Selected Journals of Archie Fay Barney” compiled by Deanna Chamberlain Grant.)

As soon as our family was settled in our new apartment, Dad left in an army convoy heading for the desert training center. They would not return for six weeks. They conducted rigorous artillery and tank war games in brutal heat of up to 116 degrees. Rattle snakes were a problem. One soldier was killed instantly when he saw a rattle snake and jumped up during a crawling exercise under live machinegun fire. One time Dad almost landed on a rattler when he stepped out of his jeep.

Mother remembers a beautiful magnolia tree in the front of our house in Pasadena. Grandma Livonia Barney and Mother enjoyed the roses that were growing seven feet tall in the backyard garden.

The house interior was nice but the bathroom doors had crystal knobs. Mother recognized that these might be dangerous for a young child and warned Martin not to play with them. He was fascinated and played with them anyway. Unfortunately, Grandma somehow received a severe cut on her arm from one of these glass door nobs. Martin had disobeyed his mother which made him believe his Grandmother’s injury was his fault. He felt extreme guilt about this for many years. When ever Grandma got sick he thought it was because of her injury that he believed he caused.

Grandma left me in Pasadena and returned on a train to Salt Lake the end of June.

 

Martin in the snake pit

In early July, my Aunt Carol Barney came down on the train to stay with us for a while. There was a boy she liked in Pasadena. His father raised snakes for Hollywood movie productions. There were hundreds and hundreds of snakes in dozens of wire cages with pathways between the cages. One time, Carol took Martin with her on a visit to her boy friend’s place. Somehow he found himself alone in the snake area and couldn’t find his way out. He told me years later that he remembers this as if he was in a pit full of snakes, much like the scene from the Indiana Jones movie. However, unlike Indiana Jones, he didn’t have fire to keep the snakes away. It was quite a terrifying experience for the three-year-old. This was Martin’s earliest memory.

My own earliest memory was from the same time period. My great-grandmother Agnes Adams was living with her daughter, Gretta Christensen in San Gabriel so she could be close to her military son Ernest Adams. There was a train track behind their house only a few yards away. When we visited her, I got very excited when I heard a train coming. She picked me up and run outside so we could watch the train go by. I love trains and can still recall those trains in my mind today, and my dear old “Grandma Too Too.”

The war in Africa ended so Dad’s unit left the Desert to go to Muskogee, Oklahoma. Our family traveled through Salt Lake City. We brought Carol and her Pasadena boy friend Eddie along and invited them on a family outing to the Great Salt Lake on August 21, 1943.

Muskogee, Oklahoma

Rental units in Muskogee were impossible to find so Dad bought a house. It was $300 down and monthly payments were not much more than rent. The camp was only 20 miles from town so Dad was able to be home most evenings.

Dad built a teeter-totter and sandbox for us boys which we loved. However, the teeter-totter was not much fun for me because Martin was in total control. I was always up in the air until Martin decided to jump off.

Mother was a good driver but had never driven long distance on her own. So Dad had her put on some overalls and he taught her in our driveway how to jack up the car and change a tire.

In October, an order came down that the men could only go home three nights a week, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Why? No one knew. However, the unit was preparing to leave, and when they did, they would leave without notice. They told the families, if the men didn’t come home, they were on alert and couldn’t communicate with anyone. One day in late November, Ernest called Fay from the post with a short message. “I will not be coming home tonight, I love you, give the boys a big hug and a kiss, I love you, goodbye.”

Fay Barney: “I remember sitting on the bed in the bedroom when Martin was three years old and Dennis was one. I said to Martin, ‘Oh Martin, what are we going to do? Daddy is gone and here we are and how are we going to get clear back home to Utah?’ And he said, ‘Don’t worry Mommy, Heavenly Father will help us. We will make it OK.’ After that, I didn’t have any more worries, I figured if my little boy had that much faith I should have too.”

Martin’s response brightened Mother’s day and she started packing. She packed everything that would fit in the trunk or on the floor of our 1941 Plymouth. Anything that wouldn’t fit, including our house and mortgage, was left behind. The back seat area was made flat and covered with blankets so Martin and I could play and rest on it.

She drove through Nebraska and Kansas and we stayed the night in Cheyenne, Wyoming. The next morning the weather was threatening and it soon started snowing. The road became slippery. Some cars and trucks slid off the road. She didn’t dare stop or she would get stuck with two small children, so she kept going. Conditions worsened until there was a complete white out. At that point she saw one car that had rolled over. All Mother could see through the windshield ahead was white. Mother prayed for help. She soon saw two black lines in the snow ahead. They were about ten feet long and then disappeared into the storm. The thought came to her to follow the tracks in front of her. She only hoped that they were going where she was going.

Martin entertained and fed me so mother could concentrate on the black lines in front of our car. She followed those tracks for about five hours without ever seeing the car that made them.  When the storm lifted, we were in Utah and soon safe at my grandparents home. She didn’t realize it was Thanksgiving Day and the family was just sitting down for dinner.

My three-year-old brother told my Mother that Heavenly Father would help us – and He did.  The Faith of a Child.  (My Memory of the Miracles – Fay Chamberlain)

November 1943 Cheyenne Weather Report according to AI

What was the weather like in Cheyenne, Wyoming in November 1943?

• Thanksgiving Storm: A major snow event occurred between November 23 and 25. Cheyenne received roughly 3.2 to 4.8 inches of snow, with wind gusts up to 50 mph causing hazardous travel and road closures on Interstate 80. 

Granddad Barney

We lived with Granddad and Grandma Barney for the next year. Granddad was like a father to me and Martin during the war.

Every evening, he listened intently to “Lowell Thomas and the News” and the Sunday evening “Army Hour” from his large console radio that sat on the carpet in the living room. Martin played with his “Pacific fleet” of battleship game tokens on the blue carpet. Granddad kept up to date on the war and wrote in his journal about what was going on with every member of his family almost every day.

He bought a brand new Ford about every five years and he took Martin and me on some of his field trips around the state. Doctor Barney had a Ph D. in Agronomy from Cornell University and worked for the mining and smelter company. He assessed field crops so farmers could be compensated for smoke damage and also, he determined if damage was caused by other reasons such as insects or disease. At the end of the day, he would return to the lab and enter the data results in a voice recorder.

I remember him taking us to his lab and to his nearby vegetable garden. Sometimes he took us to Magna Utah where we watched the molten slag pour down the side of the dump. One time in Provo, he took us to the Eyring Science Center at BYU to see the Foucault pendulum and other exhibits. There was a new drinking fountain that turned on and off by foot petal. He teased me by releasing the petal every time I tried to take a drink.

We would pack a lunch on our trips. On our lunch breaks Granddad told us Bible stories which he knew by heart.  I can still remember parts of the stories as he told them from Cain and Able, Samson, David and Goliath, Jacob and Esau, Joseph sold into Egypt and more.

Often we had family picnics at Liberty park where there was a merry-go-round. There was also a “Smelter Day” at Lagoon once a year where his company provided free all-day passes for everyone in his extended family. There we enjoyed the “Fun House”, “Haunted House”, many rides, swimming and a large family picnic.

Occasionally, Granddad took us on a Saturday trip to the Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake. My favorite animals were Princes Alice the elephant, the Polar Bears, and Shasta the liger, (half lion, half tiger).

Sometimes Granddad liked to tease us. While at the zoo I asked him: “Granddad, why do you walk like that” We were standing by the Rocky Mountain Goats. He answered, “See that ram over there?” “Yes”, I said. “Well, one of those butted me and I’ve walked this way ever since.” I believed that for many years.

Granddad Barney was very close to Heavenly Father.  He kept the promises, which he made with God, as he laid wounded on the battle field in France during World War I ⁴

I remember one time at family prayer when Granddad prayed, I had to look around the room to see who he was talking to. Also, Martin told me that he once walked in on him while he was saying his private prayers. Martin said, “That is when I knew that Granddad talks with God.”

Memories of 674 South, Tenth East

In December 1944 we moved to our own apartment at 674 South, Tenth East in Salt Lake City. We lived there from when I was 2 1/2 until I was about 4 1/2. I have a vague memory of traveling through an intense and frightening snow storm just before we arrived and first entered our new home on 10th East. Now I believe these two events happened a year apart. The storm when Mother drove through the blizzard in Wyoming was in November 1943.

Here are some of my memories from when we lived in our home on 10th East.

I remember riding on my wheeled black horse while the older children rode much faster on their tricycles.

Some older girls (age 10 or 11) playing jacks on our driveway talking about how they love Bing Crosby.

Through the trees on the other side of Tenth East, I could see a huge mysterious red building high upon the hill.   I always wanted to explore it but never did. I was told it was a Catholic Monastery. Actually it was Judge Memorial Catholic School. It was built as hospital in 1902 and torn down in 1961.

One time my mother took me in our back yard and showed me an airplane sky writing letters in the sky.

Mother got a job as waitress at Hotel Utah. She brought home her tips and and saved them in a jar. The jar was filled with silver half dollars, quarters and dimes. When I became a coin collector a few years later, I really wished I could look through those jars of coins.

Grandma Barney came to baby sit us when mother went to work. Mother always kept our floors bright and shinny by waxing them. However, this made the floors rather slippery. One time my grandmother came in and slipped and fell flat on the freshly waxed floor. I think she was OK.

My mother always told me to stand straight to improve my posture. She even had me wear a back brace for a while. Nothing worked. She showed me an old man who had osteoporosis and couldn’t stand straight. His hump was higher than his head. She said, “stand straight or some day you will look like that”. I am now 83 and my posture is neither better nor worse than when I was 3.

I had my tonsils out when I was 4 years old. My parents gave me a pop gun as a reward. Other than dental or preventative medical screenings, I have never had surgery since.

On New Year’s Eve my mother told me she saw a man today with as many noses on his face as there were days in the year. I am sure this was originally one of Granddad’s jokes.

The day the Prophet knocked on our door

My mother’s sister Ellen Barney waited for a missionary to return from the Southern States Mission. Shortly after he returned they were married on January 6, 1944. The missionary’s name was Robert Farr Smith. He was the nephew of George Albert Smith. George Albert Smith became the prophet and President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on May 21, 1945.

Robert Smith (my Uncle Bob) was in the Navy when their first child was born. It was a girl. They named her after Robert’s Uncle George Albert… Georgia Ann Smith. My Aunt Ellen stayed at our home on 10th East for a few weeks after the birth of their daughter.

One day in July 1945 there was a knock on our door. When mother opened the door, there was President George Albert Smith standing on our porch. He asked if he could visit his niece and new grand niece. Unfortunately, they had left by then. So he thanked my mother and went on his way.

Martin happened to be having a melt down in the background at the time. He then learned that it was the Prophet who came to our door. For many years Martin believed that the Prophet didn’t come in our home because he was having a temper tantrum.

Mother had met President Smith before this occasion. He preformed the marriage sealing ordinance in the temple for Robert and Ellen on January 6, 1944. He also attended their wedding reception where mother was in the wedding line. They were married a few days after Bob returned from his mission. On January 9, Granddad Barney recorded in his journal, “In the evening Robert Farr Smith gave his mission Report. He gave an enjoyable Talk. At Yale Ward Pres George Albert Smith also gave a fine talk.”

When the honey moon was over, Robert Smith reported for active duty. On February 9, he boarded the train for Farragut, Idaho for boot camp and training. He became a Pharmacist Mate, US Navy in the Pacific Theater.

Our dogs and the facts of life

My parents gave Martin a little white fluffy dog when he was sick with Rheumatic  Fever. They named her Puff.

This was a time when kids and dogs roamed free. One day I was playing in my grandparents neighborhood on Alden Street. I was horrified when I saw that Puff was stuck together with another dog. I tried to pull them apart, but I couldn’t. This was very upsetting to me and I ran to tell my mother. Anyway, Puff soon came home on her own. To my immense surprise, somehow they got untangled and she seemed quite happy.

Coincidently, about two months later Puff had a litter of puppies. Unlike their mother, they had short hair, and all of them were white with large black or brown spots. Grandfather Harry Chamberlain came to our house to cut off their tails. He carried out this procedure down stairs in our basement. I am not sure why they did this, it is just something they did back then for certain breeds.

We kept one of the pups and named her Twigs. I told my mother “She has the cutest face in the world”. We gave one of the pups to my Aunt Carol. Even though the puppy was female, they named her “Chico” after another dog that Carol loved.

Twigs lived only about two years, but Chico had a very long life of over15 years. When we moved to Holladay in 1948, Kirk and Carol (Barney) Brimley and Chico lived across the street from us. Chico loved to fetch, but not sticks nor balls. She would only chase rocks. She would bring you a rock and would not stop barking until you threw it. When she was old, her teeth were completely worn away.

The End of the War

Mother got her news about the war by going to the movies.  There was always a 15 minute newsreel between movie features.  She had been comforted by a spiritual impression she had in the temple that Dad would return from the war.

In September 1944, the war was going well for the Allies. They swept across Belgium and plunged through the heavily fortified Siegfried line in Germany. Progress was slow and the weather was bitter cold as they pushed into Germany. Then on December 16 they were hit by Hitler’s counter offensive. The Germans broke through the U.S. Army 8th Corps and back into Belgium driving a wedge between the British and U.S. forces. It was a complete surprise. This became known as the Battle of the Bulge.

This was a terrifying time for the family. Mother had just moved into our apartment on 10th East, but then sought comfort by temporarily moving back in with her parents. After the December 16 counter offensive, Mother didn’t hear from Dad until January 2. Robert Chamberlain (my Dad’s young brother) remembers his family gathering around the phone everyday to hear the hourly update of those who were killed or wounded in action. The “Bulge” was finally contained in early January 1945 after 60,000 Allied casualties.

Victory in Europe (V-E Day) came with the unconditional surrender of Germany on May 8, 1945. However, celebration was subdued as he war continued in the Pacific. Victory over Japan came three months later on August 14, 1945 (in US time zones). Salt Lake City then erupted in spontaneous celebration.

Mother took us down town which was packed with celebraters and their cars. I have never seen people so happy and excited. Cars were honking.  People were hugging, kissing and dancing in the street as confetti rained down from the windows of tall buildings.

One year later, in August 1946, I was very excited to go to the anniversary celebration of this event in downtown Salt Lake. My father marched in a military parade. However, unlike the year before, everything was calm and quiet. I was disappointed.

Captain Chamberlain returns home

The train depot became very familiar to me during the war and I don’t remember our visit there to greet my father in October, 1945. My first memory of my father was when I woke up the next morning and heard the sounds of a strange man gargling in the bathroom.

In December several large mysterious wooden boxes arrived by Rail Express. Two men struggled to get them down to our basement and damaged the stairs in the process. The land lord was unhappy about the damage and would not renew the rental agreement. Dad tried to compensate him for the damage, but to no avail. Dad believed this was actually an excuse to get new tenants and thereby be allowed to raise the rent.

The stack of boxes in the middle of the basement floor seemed huge to me as a 3 year-old. They contained 2 feet by 3 feet uncut pages for 600 copies of Dad’s “951st F. A. Battalion History”. Dad had no experience in writing, but Colonel Isenberg knew Captain Chamberlain always finished what he started. Dad made a request for typists, photographers and map draftsmen. By working night and day they got the manuscript ready. Another unit had agreed to print and publish the book free of charge. However, they received orders to return to the US, so Dad had to find a way to have it assembled and printed in bombed out Germany. He almost missed his ship to get this done between VE Day and October, 1945. (“My Constant Companion and Prayer” by Ernest M. Chamberlain Sr.)

Dad also brought home four German foot lockers, some music boxes and two Nazi ceremonial swords with handles that had a lion head with ruby eyes. A few years later Martin and I would play with these swords including having a few sword fights. Martin always played with the male lion head sword and mine was the female lion head. When our parents in their old age moved from our home on Kentucky Avenue in about 2006, they gave Martin the male and Dennis the female to keep and to pass down to our sons and grandsons. I asked my father where he got the swords. He answered in one word. “Nordhausen.”

Dad got a job in November 1945. One time Mother had to stop by at his work. He was behind the counter and asked if we would like an ice cream cone, which he made for us. I was very proud and pleased that my dad was an Ice Cream clerk. Actually, he was an an accountant for Colville Ice Cream Manufacturing Co. He worked there until May 1946.

Christmas 1945, the dream comes true

“I have always dreamed of the day when the kids would rush in and say ‘Santa’s been here.’ And then go to the doorway and watch the kids go thru the presents. There you would be standing next to me- my family” (Ernest’s letter to Fay Chamberlain, Belgium, 31 January 1945)

This was the day Dad could only dream about for over three years.⁵   Christmas day 1945. The family was finally together. On Christmas eve, we put cookies out for Santa. Martin and I were excited as we lay in bed trying to fall asleep. We were sure we heard Santa’s sleigh on the roof of our house. Was it really Santa? Just our imagination? Or was Dad prankishly responsible for the sound effects? This remains a family mystery that may never be resolved.

Our socks hanging over the fire place were filled with candy and nuts and many presents surrounded the tree. Dad made for Martin and me a beautiful doll house. It had two stories with carpeted stairs, window shutters, real electric lights, and an opening front door. This may have been the project he had in mind before I was born. He was very disappointed that I wasn’t a girl. But I loved it anyway.

It reminded me of the house of “Timothy the Mouse” (a book from the movie Dumbo). In his house, postage stamps served as wall pictures and a wooden tread spool as a table. My other favorite books were “Poky Little Puppy”, “Ferdinand the Bull” and “Hooker’s Holiday” (It is the story about a mischievous monkey, not the other one).

The Study Group

Our 10th East family history would not be compete without mentioning the origin of the Study group. While in the Emerson Ward, four couples formed a study group. They met each week to read the scriptures together. They all moved away to various locations in the Salt Lake Valley but continued the study group once a month in their new homes. They became life long friends. They traveled as a group to Hawaii and New York, and had annual family parties. They were Ernest and Fay Chamberlain, Lloyd and Nola Stevens, Rodney and Jane Moore, Lowell and Kathy Bagley. Martin and I became good friends with Bobby and Larry Stevens.

The Runaways

Sometimes Martin would get upset with our parents. When he was really angry he would threaten to run away from home. Mother would always say to him. “OK, Martin you can go!” Martin always came back crying, “No Mommy, I don’t want to leave you.”

One time I was upset and threatened to run away. Mother said, “OK, go!” What she didn’t know was I was prepared. I knew how to do it! I had watched Uncle Rhemes and Brer Rabbit. I packed up a toy and couple of snacks in my red bandana and tied them on a stick. I put them over my shoulder and was on my way. As I was heading up Seventh South in the general direction of Grandma’s house, Mom came after me and brought me back.

Deanna

My sister Deanna was born in 1946, our family’s first baby boomer. I was not aware of the situation, but Mother and the baby’s life were in danger. The only thing I remember about this event was that children were not allowed to go into the hospital. Therefore, Dad showed us the window of the room where Mother and the baby were. Mother and the baby were fine.

The Runaway Truck

One morning a truck lost control as it traveled south down the 10th East hill. It smashed into the house just north of us. Part of the house was knocked off its foundation and their bedroom clothing was scattered around their yard. Produce from the truck (I think it was grapefruit), was scattered all over the neighborhood. I picked some up off our lawn. If the truck was a few feet to the left, it would have missed the neighbors house and made a direct hit on our house, possibly demolishing the front living room window area where baby Deanna was or the front bedroom where Martin and I were sleeping.

Air Base Village

We moved to 710 Beach street in the Air Base Village in 1946 before Martin started school in September. These were two-story army barracks buildings converted into family housing. We lived on the second floor.

At the Air Base Village, when 4 years-old, I remember neighborhood conversations about Joe Lewis the heavy weight boxing champion; Tojo the evil Japanese leader; B29 Bombers; Atomic bombs, Atom bombs and A bombs which I thought were all different. My first telephone call I made was through an operator but I don’t remember who I called. An Iceman would deliver us a large block of ice to keep our refrigerator cold. The man in the apartment across from us at the top of the stairs liked to oil paint. He did a beautiful painting of a lion. My Aunt Ellen also did oil paintings. I was impressed with their art and really wanted to do it myself. My favorite books were “Who’s Who In the Zoo.” and “My Book House, Volume 2” my mother would read to me.

There was a recreation center two blocks away with a gym and a room where a movie projector was occasionally set up to show a movie. There was a fad of toy metal racing cars which were about ten inches long. The boys of the village would go to the gym, and with their cars on a line would run them around in circles on the gym floor. I thought this was cool and my parents got me a blue racing car #8 which was one of my favorite toys along with “Tim” my yellow teddy bear.

School

Martin started the first grade at Onequa School in 1946. This school was in the Rose Park area of Salt Lake so he rode the school bus every day. Mother and I would often go down to see him off.

I started kindergarten the next year in 1947. I went to Onequa School for one day. Someone decided that kindergarten classes could be held in the village. They found a room behind the PX (convenient store) which was about a 5 minute walk from my apartment. My Kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Strongberg. My one day at Onequa was the only day I ever rode to school on a school bus.

Martin the hero child

There was a field across the street from the barracks buildings. I enjoyed playing in this field among the flowers, butterflies and other insects and enjoyed the singing of the Meadow Larks. There was a path which cut diagonally through this field making a short cut to the recreation center and to a volunteer fire station.

One day Mother was giving  Deanna a bath in the kitchen. We looked out the window and saw flames roaring out of the second story window in the barracks directly across the alley from us. Mother told us to run and tell the fire department. Martin and I both took off running. We ran down the stairs and took the short cut across the field. I was still in the middle of the field when Martin got to the fire station. Martin rode with the firemen on the fire truck to show them where the fire was. They put the fire out quickly and saved most of the old wooden building and possibly our own building. Others called the Salt Lake City fire department which arrived twenty minutes later after the fire was out.

The dentist

Occasionally, Mother would take us to Salt Lake City on the city bus for shopping or doctors appointments and we became familiar with downtown Salt Lake City and riding the bus. When I needed some dental work, Mother was home with the baby so she had Martin take me to one of my appointments. This was a traumatic event for him because he felt responsible for my safety. I was 5 and Martin was 7 but Salt Lake was a fairly safe city in 1947.

For my next appointment, I went by myself. The dentist office was on the 10th floor of the Walker Bank Building. Mother showed me how to pay the bus driver and told me which floor to get off of the elevator. Elevators were run by an operator in a uniform who sat on a stool by the controls. I got off on the right floor but I couldn’t remember the room number. Offices were identified on a glass panel of each door. This was not much help to me because I couldn’t read. I wandered around in the hall until I found the familiar room.

As I sat in the dental chair, the dentist office was playing music on the radio. One song played was “I’m a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch”. I thought this was quite fitting for the occasion. Another song I remember from this time was “I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover.”

The dentist always praised me for being such a good patient and he told this to my mother. It never really bothered me to go to a dentist. In Holladay, I went to Dr. Jolly and he was fine also.

However, when I was in Junior High School I had a lot of cavities and mother sent me to a new dentist, Dr. Orman. I then became terrified of up coming dental appointments. I dreaded dental visits because this modern dentist used Novocaine. I hate needles. The shots were painful and sometimes gave me tachycardia and then my face was numb for the rest of the day. This was horrible. When I realized that this was only done to prevent the minor discomfort of drilling, I refused the shots. I have never used Novocaine for cavities or crowns since.

On the subject of dental work, I have been under the excellent care of Dr. James Childress in Davis, California for the last 40 years. I was one of his first patients. At 83 years, I still have all my teeth. (Wisdom teeth excluded)

The Days of ’47 Celebration

Pioneer Day, the 24th of July, is a Utah holiday celebrating the arrival of Brigham Young and the first pioneers to enter the Salt Lake Valley. 1947 was the Centennial “Days of ’47” celebration. That year, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints reached the milestone of one million members, about 600,000 of them lived in Utah and southern Idaho. We were still really a Utah pioneer church.

My mother’s family were all pioneers. Archie Barney’s parents James Henry Barney and Emily Tolton were children when they came across the plains in the 1850s. Archie’s grandfather, Lewis Barney, was in the 1847 company led by Brigham Young. As a scout, Lewis Barney entered the valley on July 22, two days before Young and the main group of saints. My grandmother Livonia Barney’s grandparents, the Adams and the Izatts joined the church in Scotland⁶  The men had worked in the coal mines since they were 10 years-old. They made their voyage and trek to Zion in the 1860s.⁷ They settled in Logan, Utah where they met and married and raised their families.⁸

The Centennial was a huge event which lasted all year. Normally clean shaven men grew beards, including Dad and Granddad Barney. The annual  parade in Salt Lake City had to be held twice. Once on the morning of July 23 and again in the evening of July 24. Even with two parades, it was very crowded.

The Holladay 3rd ward had their own parade. I walked the parade route with other Primary children around the ward meetinghouse in my Indian costume. (We still lived at the air base, however, our membership was in the Holladay because we owned property there.)

Centennial events included an reenactment of the Pony Express mail exchange in Utah, a pageant in the Salt Lake Tabernacle “The Message of the Ages”, and a musical featuring Broadway Stars and a cast of 150 titled “Promised Valley.”

Our family attended the “Promised Valley” musical at the University of Utah stadium. I’m sure it was a fine show. However, the only thing I remember about this event is that somebody bought me some Cracker Jacks and the prize in the box was a plastic model train car.

The main event was the unveiling and dedication of the new “This is the place monument”. There were 50,000 in attendance, about 1/10 of the population of Utah. I was with Aunt Ellen’s family that day and went with them. They found a place to park but it was a long ways away from the monument. We sat on top of the car to get a view. We were on the other side of the Hogle Zoo. I couldn’t see the activities of the dedication very well, but I had a great view of the Polar Bears in the canyon below.

Our lot in Holladay

While we were living at Air Base Village, Dad bought some property in Holladay, Utah. It was one-third of an acre on Kentucky Avenue one-half mile east of Holladay Boulevard. He purchased the land in 1947 for $900.

There was no bridge over an irrigation canal so vehicles had to enter the lots from what we called 48th South and Spring Creek Road. Dad and other men of the neighborhood worked together to built a plank bridge across the canal to connect the properties to Kentucky Avenue east of Wander Lane. Kentucky Avenue was then made into a gravel county road. Water trucks would spray it occasionally to reduce dust.

Our lot was the third of six lots east of the canal, and on the north side of the street. Kirk Brimley, who was engaged to be married to Carol Barney, bought a lot on the south side of the street directly across from ours. At that time, there was only scrub oak, sagebrush and wild sunflowers east of our  neighborhood.  Looking to the south-east from our lot was a majestic view of Mount Olympus.

Dad had the lot graded making about 3/4 of the lot level and a ridge along our western property line. To firm the soil between the properties, Dad made a beautiful three foot high stone retaining wall. Martin and I helped. We gathered rocks from Wasatch Boulevard and assisted Dad as he cemented the rocks in place. This was our first property improvement. Today it is the only Chamberlain family construction on the property to remain intact. (2026)

Dad was working for a public accountant but he was laid off in May, 1947. He started his own firm. He did well enough as a self-employed accountant to support the family while building a home on our lot in his spare time. He did not have professional building experience, but was talented and very thorough.

A cement truck came to pour the 22′ x 24′ concrete slab for ground floor, however a crew Dad was expecting didn’t show up. Dad had to work all day in the wet concrete.  He didn’t have any protective boots. This caused his ankles to be burned and scraped. They became infected and he had to stay in bed for a several of weeks to overcome some blood poisoning. He couldn’t keep up the accounting work and eventually lost all of his clients.

In the summer of 1948 we moved into our new home. In September, I started the first grade and Martin started the third at Holladay elementary school. That month, Dad got a new job as an accountant for Utah Construction Company.

Related links from “The Chamberlain Story”:

1. (29- Ernest and Fay Chamberlain Family During WWII 1942)  “Dean Barney to the rescue”, December 14, 1942″

2. (28- Ernest M. Chamberlain after Pearl Harbor)  “Martin seemed to know what was happening but no one would listen”

3. (27- Fay Barney Chamberlain: Dating and Marriage.) “Ernest Chamberlain and Jack Chamberlin”

4.  E15- Alexander Spowart Izatt, Part 3- Cache Valley  “Argonne offensive, September 26, 1918”

5. E11- Dad’s Hope for Our Best Christmas Ever, 1942

6. E13- Alexander Spowart Izatt, Part 1- Scotland to Zion

7. E14- Alexander Spowart Izatt, Part 2- Seven Pathways to Zion

8. E15 Alexander Spowart Izatt, Part 3- Cache Valley

References:

Information for this post is from the memory of the author, Dennis Chamberlain,  letters written in the 1940s by Fay Chamberlain, Ernest Chamberlain, Archie Barney, Livonia Barney. “Selected Journals of Archie Fay Barney” transcribed by Deanna Chamberlain Grant and others, Interviews with Fay and Ernest Chamberlain on DVD, recorded in 1984 and 1988 by Lyle Brent Chamberlain, and one recorded in 2008 by Dennis Chamberlain. A family interview with Robert Chamberlain in 2018 recorded by Dennis Chamberlain. “My Memories of the Miracles” by Fay Chamberlain, “My Constant Companion and Prayer” by Ernest M. Chamberlain Sr,, and “My Life’s Work”, the Autobiography of Ernest Martin Chamberlain, Jr.

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