By Reta Hadlock September 1998
Contributor: Pieinthesky Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
I was in the fourth or fifth grade when a family by the name of Hatch moved to our town of Santaquin. They had a daughter by the name of Lula. She was my age. She fit into our crowd and we became best friends.
We went through school and graduated from the ninth grade. After we graduated from Junior High School, the Hatch's moved again. They moved to a house between Spanish Fork and Springville.
We didn't have telephones, so we stayed in touch with each other by writing letters. Lula's letters were mostly telling us about the cute boy that lived across the fence from her. She told us about how he came to her home because she had a brother that this good looking boy was friends with. He took her to the movies and - well, he was really something, according to Lula.
One night he got to take the family car and asked her to go to the show. Lula wanted to show him off and she also wanted to see her girlfriends. So she suggested they go for a ride to Santaquin and see her friends. Oh - this guy's name was Don Hadlock.
They came to Santaquin and my place was the first place they came to - then there was Jean and Carol and Thelma and Elma. We all got acquainted and visited and laughed and talked.
That was my first glimpse of Don Hadlock. It wasn't only a few days until Don came to Santaquin again. He brought Farrell Hatch with him and Farrell and Jean got together. He left Lula home and he came to see me. We were only kids, but I think it was love at first sight. Lula didn't like that too much and she said she'd "never be seen with him again on the back streets of hell."
All summer we saw each other. It doesn't sound glamorous - especially the way kids go nowadays, spending and having so many places to go. Don and a friend came to Santaquin often and occasionally we'd go to the show in Santaquin - 20 cents a ticket. We had picnic lunches and a watermelon bust a time or two. A few times I was tending Oran, so we took him with us. A few times we rode to Spring Lake and swang on the swings at the school house. We had good times. One time, after school started, we came out of the high school to go across the street to seminary. There outside of the school was Don and a friend. We told them we'd go to seminary and then go with them. Mr. Olson, the truant officer, was also out there and he sent them away.
The Hadlocks decided to move again. They moved to a house between American Fork and Pleasant Grove. Don came to see me a few times and I was never home. So we didn't see each other for about a year. I always said I'd never get married until I saw Don again, because I thought he was the one I loved.
One night, I was getting ready to go to Arrowhead to the dance. I had a date with Sheldon Sullivan. A knock came on the door and I answered it. There was Don Hadlock. He had come with some friends to go to Spring Lake to the Lakeside Gardens, an outdoor dance pavilion, to hear the KDYL Ranch Hands. I hadn't seen him for a long time, so, of course, I went with him. Sheldon did still like me, but Don was the one.
We went steady after that, and I graduated from High School. Graduation night, Don had nothing but a coal truck to come in, so I, like a lot of others, rode the school bus to Payson for my graduation. Don was waiting for me after graduation, but I rode the school bus to Spring Lake to our dance and Don came in his big truck. I went home with him after the dance, wearing my beautiful pink dress - in a coal truck - but that was all right.
The summer after graduation, I went to California. I tended Colleen, my niece, while her mother, Kathryn, worked. We wrote letters and then I came home and we started from where we had left off.
We talked about marriage all the time, and Don asked my Mother if I could marry him, or he could marry me. On February 14, 1935, we woke up to a good foot of snow. It was beautiful. Hadlocks, at that time, had a car - a Cheverolet Coupe. We took my Mother and got Don's Mother and went to Provo to the courthouse. We were married by the clerk, Clarence Grant, who also had a certificate that allowed him to perform the marriage by church authority.
We went to Irma's, Don's sister, and had a big dinner. We took Don's Mother home and we went to Santaquin. We spent our honeymoon night in our front room. We had a day bed that made into a good bed. My Mother was in her bed in the next room.
My Mother gave me a reception. It wasn't like nowadays' decorations, etc. It was held in the old First Ward building, which is now a Senior Citizens building. Clayson's orchestra played for the dance. I had been playing with them, so they got another piano player, Cora Gardner, our school teacher. It was a big event. I got lots of nice things and they served ice cream and cake. My cousins and lots of people made cakes, and it was nice for those days.
I think that is the end of my courtship story. It was a long time ago, and I hope I have told it so you can see we did have good, simple times. There was one thing I was sure of - That Don loved me from the beginning until the day that he died.