My previous post was of a 12 state car trip I took with my father and grandparents in sixth grade to pick up my brother Mike from his mission in Kentucky. This post is of an even more grand European vacation three years later when I was in ninth grade. I went with my parents and sister Wendy to pick up my brother Layne from his mission in Switzerland and France. This was written about 20 years ago as part of my personal history.
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had the opportunity to go to Europe with Mom, Dad and Wendy to pick up Layne
from his mission. The trip is one of my fondest memories from growing up. I was
required to keep a journal of that trip for an English class I was taking at
Bryant Jr. High School. I provide my journal entries as follows. I have also
obtained Layne’s mission journals and insert excerpts from his journal where
it adds interesting information. Unless the entry is otherwise identified, the
entry is from my journal.
December
20, 1971 (Monday):
Today
I awoke at six o’clock in the morning. As I lay in bed the recollection of what
I would be doing today suddenly swept over me. I was going to Europe! Jumping
out of bed I checked to see that everything was ready and packed. My mother,
father, and sister Wendy, and I had been planning this trip for over a year. My
brother, Layne, went on a mission to the Swiss-French Mission for two years. A
year later my Uncle and his family were called to head the mission in Zurich,
Switzerland. When these things occurred we decided it would be a good time to
see Europe. At the time we were leaving Salt Lake my brother would be released
from his mission, and we would pick him up in Geneva.
David,
my brother who is attending Stanford University, was home for Christmas
vacation. He offered to take us to the airport. So we piled into the car and
took off. When we reached the airport we said our good-byes and went down to
the waiting room. Departure time finally came and we walked up the large
staircase into the airplane. Inside it was much smaller than I had imagined a
plane would be. We were led to our seats adjacent to the wing. The plane slowly
taxied out to the runway which we would take off from, but it was a long wait
of forty five minutes because a fogbank moved in. When the fogbank moved on the
engines roared and we quickly picked up speed, then lifted off ground. After a
while I began to wonder where we were, and if we were out of Utah yet. In a few
minutes my questions were answered. The pilot came on the intercom: “We are now
over Nebraska. Our route from here will be over Chicago, Michigan and the Great
Lakes, then over Pennsylvania to Kennedy International in New York.” I dozed
off for a while. Suddenly I was awakened by a bouncing. The seatbelt sign
flashed on and the pilot reported that we were in an air pocket. Later the
pilot came on again and said the New York area was fogged in and we might have
to go to another airport, but after a few minutes more we were given the O.K.
signal to land at Kennedy, so down we went through the clouds. For about ten or
fifteen minutes we couldn’t see anything out our window. Then some lights
appeared and we touched down on the runway, the brakes screeching us to a slow
stop. The doors opened and we went through a small connecting tunnel into the
airport.
The
Kennedy airport is very large, so it was up to us to find out where our next plane
was to leave. The airport was divided into sections with almost any airline you
could think of. We were in the United Airlines terminal and had to get to the
Icelandic Airlines terminal. which was quite a ways away. We grabbed our
luggage and boarded a bus that makes rounds of the airport, stopping at each
section to let people off. When we reached the Icelandic section we went inside
and weighed our luggage and had our passports checked. We left Salt Lake at
10:30 and had reached New York about 4:00 because of a three hour time change.
Our Icelandic flight was for 8:30 but the plane was late. We sat seven hours in
the airport, reading books, watching the customs, and looking in the bookstore.
We finally left at 11:30 at night. Each seat was full. There was a crying baby
on the row across from us and Dad sat by a man with a cigar. The stewardesses
made each announcement in three languages: English, French and German. The
stewardesses didn’t feed us until 1:30 a.m. so everyone was tired and cranky.
But after the drinks were served everyone
began laughing. It was difficult to get to sleep.
December 21, 1971 (Tuesday):
I
was awakened about 9:00 by my Mother. We were just getting ready to land at
Keflavik Airport in Reykjavik, Iceland. This was the day with the least amount
of sunshine in Iceland, only four hours of sunlight today. As we hit the runway
I was quite scared because there was snow on the runway and the pilots were
hitting the brakes real hard. When we finally stopped we were given forty-five minutes
to go inside the airport and look around. As I stepped out of the plane a large
wind almost knocked me over. When we got inside the airport building there was
a shop full of souvenirs: reindeer rugs, wool sweaters, mink pelts, and leather
coats. We barely had time to stretch our legs when it was announced it was time
to leave. As we soared over the Island I watched the terrain below. It was
engulfed in snow, a rippling ocean of white. The sea invaded the shoreline,
capturing large chunks of ice, giving the effect of an unfinished jigsaw
puzzle.
It
wasn't long before we arrived in Luxembourge. We went inside to the customs and
had our passports checked. It was a two-building airport serving only two
airlines, Lux Air and Icelandic. We had been scheduled to arrive at 1:00 and
catch a train at 3:30, but it was 3:20 by the time we left the airport. Luckily
we found a fast cab driver who zipped us into town. We had our Eurail passes
validated and climbed on the train just as the doors shut. We rode until about
six when we reached Basil, Switzerland. There we traded trains and went to
Geneva, Switzerland. The trains in Europe run by a cable attached to a wire
above the track. They go over one hundred miles per hour and are very roomy and
comfortable. As we stepped off the train in Geneva at about 8:30, Layne ran up
and greeted us. We did all the usual “How’ve ya been” and “Glad to see ya” and
then he led us to a small hotel just a couple of blocks from the train station.
We were glad to get settled and change the clothes we had been wearing from
Monday morning until that Tuesday night. Layne, Wendy and I slept in the same
room.
December 22, 1971
(Wednesday):
We awoke at 10:00 this
morning [in Geneva], thankful for a good night’s rest. I had a sponge bath and
we went to Nigros for breakfast. Layne got a Swiss yogurt while I got a lobster
and large bottle of orange. We checked our luggage at the train station and
headed down to a watch shop. The Swiss are known for their watches, so we
purchased seven of them. Mine was about $40.00 and Dad got one for over $100.00
which is supposed to be the best Swiss watch made. Then we took the train
through the outskirts of town to the Mission Home where Layne said a last
good-bye to his companions. President Didier drove us back to the train station
where we picked up our luggage for our trip to Lausanne, Switzerland. There we
ate a delicious pizza for lunch. I had my usual Coke. In Europe the water is
bad, so everyone drinks wine. The native soda pop is awful, so I always ordered
Coke.
We were planning on taking a
train past the Matterhorn, but we missed it, so we went on to Bern,
Switzerland. So far, Layne has been doing all the talking in French, but we are
now getting into the German speaking part of Switzerland.
We found a nice hotel in
Bern, Hotel Stadthof, and it turned out to be the best one we had. They had
large, fluffy, down-filled fedder deckes for the beds and a small chocolate bar
was placed on each pillow. We went out to look in the store windows before going
to bed. All the Christmas lights in Europe are white. Colored ones are
considered “kiche” (cheap).
December
23, 1971 (Thursday):
Layne:
It
was a nice day today. We went out to Zollikofen right by Bern and saw the
temple. It was really nice and there is a cool forest right in back of it. We
couldn’t do much but we saw it. We met a man that just adored the Cannon
family. He was in the Information Center and he couldn’t have said better
things about the family. After Bern, we came directly to Zurich where we are
now at the Mission Home. The kids have really grown in the family of Uncle
Ted’s. I could hardly recognize them, especially Tenny. But Zurich should be a
nice place.
Bob:
We
had a breakfast of hot chocolate, cheese and bread. We left our luggage near
the check out counter and went out and looked at more shops. We saw large fox
skins for $20.00 and a large clock which had elves that ran around at the hour.
Mom and Wendy bought dolls that, with shipping, cost $25.00 and $15.00. Dad
then bought about seven Swiss army knives for about 16.5 Franks. We also took a
street bus out to the Mormon Temple and back. We ate at a restaurant in the
“bahnhof” and I had chicken, French fries, salad and Coke. The restaurant was
so full, we had to sit in the halls on our luggage to eat. Then we took a train
to Zurich, Switzerland, where we were met by my Uncle Ted. He drove us to the
Mission Home where we met our cousins and talked about home. In the evening we
took a street bus to Bahnhof Strasse, a street covered with a roof of white
lights. Then we went home to a welcomed sleep.
December
24, 1971 (Friday):
Layne:
We went on a car ride with
Uncle Ted to Interlaken by way of Luzern. In Luzern we saw a big lion that was
carved into a rock cliff that was a monument to the Swiss army, but it was a
neat place. Also, they had some old wooden bridges that had pictures painted in
the beams in the eaves of the roof and they depicted stories of the plague and
the conquest of Luzern, but that was neat too. Then we took the trip I will
never forget in my life. We went to Interlaken which is a city built between
two lakes and is surrounded by the Alps.
We left from Grindelwald in
the basin and took a cog-wheel train up to Kleine Scheidegg and changed trains
and took another cog-wheel train up to Jungfrau joch. [A post card with seven
different pictures is inserted in the journal, one is a depiction of the
mountains.] The dotted line is a tunnel inside the Eigerwand or the mountain at
the place there is a (1) observatory and restaurant hotel, etc. and the great
view of the whole Alps; (2) is the peak of Moench which is the closest to this
place; (3) is the Jungfrau seen from a different direction the place is on the
opposite side 1333 ft high; (4) is a cave they carved into the glacier on top
of the Joch they have carvings inside and it’s pretty neat . It’s called the
Ice Palace; (5) I guess they had dogs to pull sleighs but we didn’t see them;
(6) is the station for the cog-wheel train on top. It has a pretty steep grade
to climb and it’s fun.
But we took a trip up to the
ridge of some of the highest mountains in Switzerland called the Jungfraujoch.
It is between the peaks and is in a set of three peaks really. The Jungfrau,
the Moench and the Eiger. On the north face of the Eiger is one of the most
difficult climbs for climbers in the world and the hardest in Europe. Bill
Tingey talked about that before and I was really interested in it. Here is the
route or routes they have taken [a post card is inserted in the journal with
three different routes drawn in over a picture of the north face]. The north
wall of the Eiger: (1) The normal route, the 1st assent 21-24
July1938; (2) John Harlin climb 23 Feb – 25 March 1966; (3) Japanese team 15
July – 15 August 1969. These names are the first for the route, but every year
a great number of people are killed trying to climb that face.
We
took a train from the basin of the mountain up to the tops and it went right
through the face of the Eiger and you can see how it went on the postcard. But
it was really interesting. On top we just had a breathtaking view of a glacier
and range of mountains on one side and more mountains on the other we could see
Interlaken down in the distance and we could see everywhere. It was a
magnificent view. I read a plaque they had put up on the observatory talking
about the work of God and how great it was. I thought it was very appropriate.
We
came back to Zurich and we just were sitting with the family and enjoying the
presence of everybody and that was very fulfilling. Just to sit and have
everybody doing whatever he wanted, but we were together.
Bob:
I
woke up at 6:00 a.m. We loaded into my Uncle’s V.W. Van about 7:00 a.m. and
headed for the Alps. We stopped in Luzern to look at a large bridge with
paintings, then drove on to Interlocken. Along the way, remnants of tank traps
could be seen, old reminders of World War II. When we arrived at the lodge,
just above Interlocken, we took a cable train up to the foot of the
Jungfraujoch mountain. Then we changed trains and went on another through the
mountain tunnel to the top of Jungfrau. Once there we toured an ice cave carved
in a glacier and took an elevator to the observatory on the peak of the
Jungfau. From there you could see into Austria and other countries. On our side
was Grundelwald and the south face of the Eiger. The Eiger, with its sheer
north face, is one of the most difficult and dangerous mountains in the world
to climb. Every year about seventy mountain climbers are killed trying to reach
the top. It wasn’t climbed until 1938. From the observatory we gazed out over
the tops of the Alps that looked like white caps jutting out of a never-ending
sea. The sheerness of the peaks and the immensity of the mountains was beyond
description. We took the train back down to the lodge at the foot of the
Jungfrau and had a meal with steak, French fries, Coke, and a red and green
cabbage salad. We then followed the same route back to Zurich, arriving about
8:00 p.m.. (On TV’s “Wide World of Sports” last week, January 29, 1972, they
showed the world Alpine skiing championships in Switzerland. It was held at
Grundewald and Kleine Scheidegg. This is the area where we were.)
December
25, 1971 (Saturday):
Layne:
Today
started off by a small program en familia. It was really very interesting. We
read the Christmas story in German and English and we sang and had a small
talent show. Mom and Dad sang the Hawaiian Wedding Song and that was cool to
hear again. I always like that and an Elder Nelson read How The Grinch Stole
Christmas and it was really very appropriate I thought.
We
went and saw a lady tonight that lives across the street from the Mission Home
and she lives in just a beautiful house that is just like a storybook. She had
a Christmas tree with candles on it instead of lights and candles all over. It
had beautiful woodwork everywhere and it was a cool place, but also I enjoyed
her and her spirit. She was really a nice lady. I spoke a bit of French with
her and she had a hard time remembering it, but she spoke well.
Tonight
we all listened to an old tape of the family when we were younger and the kids
as they performed and the tape of Grandfather’s birthday in 1963 and it was
really cool to hear.
Bob:
Church
bells reverberated in rhythmic patterns throughout the Christmas holiday. In
many ways Christmas was much the same as at home. Many of the same foods and
customs we enjoy in America were provided. Zurich is a rich city with over 7%
of the population millionaires. Also, Switzerland is a very rich country.
December
26, 1971 (Sunday):
Layne:
I
really went crazy and got bored to death today during the meetings in church. I
sat through 3 of them and it was all I could do to keep awake.
Bob:
This
morning, I felt sick, so I slept all day while my parents and brother, and
sister, went to church.
December
27, 1971 (Monday):
Layne:
Right
now we are in Florence, Italy. We were also in Milan today and took a ride
through the Alps from Zurich. The mountains were beautiful. In Milan, we only
wanted to stop for a couple of hours so somehow we got hooked up with a taxi
driver who would take us around the city for 13,000 lire. I started to figure
it out and thinking quickly that 5,000 was a dollar, and said $3, and Dad said
alright lets go, and so we were off. But in thinking, I said, no 500 is a
dollar and quickly I figured it would be 26 dollars and told Dad, but he was
off and nothing could change his course. He didn’t even listen. So since we had
a driver that spoke only Italian and broken English – real broken – and
understood as well as he spoke, we discussed the money in the car and he [Dad]
still didn’t seem too worried. We went to see the cathedral in Milan and it is
just fantastic. I have never seen so many spires and arches and statues and
ornaments. The doors were all sculpted too. It was really cool. We went up on
the roof too. The air in Milan is terrible – they have the worst pollution
problem I’ve ever seen. It hurt to breath and you couldn’t see very far. After
the cathedral, we tried to see the Last Supper of Da Vinci and the Scalla Opera
House, but it is Monday and they’re closed. We went to see some big castle too
[Sforza Castle], but it was an art museum and the inside was closed too.
On
the way to Florence we had a really crowded train and I stood at the end and
watched the baggage. It was freezing and I was there for 4 hours. I was sure
glad to leave. I was with two Italians and they were helpful friendly people. I
was impressed. I think the Italians are an open people and I like to see it. We
got here in Florence and a man walks up to Dad and says – “information” and Dad
said “yes” and he said “follow me.” So Dad did. We went to find a hotel with
them. Mom wanted a pension and so they lined us up with one and drove us there
and we went up and Mom said “no, I don’t want to stay here,” so we had to back
out gracefully. So there we were, we didn’t know where we were, in the middle
of Florence, and no place to stay. So we went looking and after awhile, and a
big run around, we got settled down.
Bob:
This
morning I still felt under the weather, but we had to leave for Florence,
Italy. My Uncle and Aunt drove us to the station where we boarded the train.
This train wasn’t quite as good as the Swiss train. That’s because Switzerland
is a richer country than Italy. The train passed through the Alps, so we had
beautiful scenery for a long way. Once into Italy, we found ourselves among
rolling hills with unusual top-heavy trees scattered sparsely over them. We
reached the end of the line for this train in Milano, Italy. There we took a
cab to a large cathedral and walked along the walkway on top of it among its
spires. In front, people were throwing grain to thousands of pigeons. We also
saw La Scalla Opera House (it’s supposed to be famous, I guess, but I wasn’t
too impressed). We went to the building in which “The Last Supper” by Leonardo
Da Vinci is located, but it was closed. In Europe, the shops close for lunch at
about 1:00 or 2:00 till about 4:00. Also, everything is closed on Mondays. We
then went to the station and caught a train for Florence. When we arrived we
were shown to a hotel by a man at the station. It was very dirty and unkempt so
we walked down the street a little further and found another hotel.
December
28, 1971 (Tuesday):
Layne:
We
are still in Florence and we will be until Wednesday noon…We did a lot of
walking and shopping today and it was real interesting. We looked for coats and
jewelry all day. Firenze is an old city with real class and you can see a lot
of craftsmen all over. They have leather and jewelry stores by the ton. So far
the only thing or point of interest we saw was the Ponte Vecchio which was
rebuilt in 1375 and it has stores all along it, built on the sides. They used
to have butchers on it, but now it’s all jewelers. I’ve never seen so much in
my whole life. We went to eat at a place called Ringo and they had a really
cool setup. They made good salads and sandwiches and the atmosphere was great.
We couldn’t keep Mom walking for more than a block at a time if we were lucky,
with out her stopping and looking in a store.
Bob:
This
morning we went shopping. Florence is famous for its leather goods and cameos.
Along the Arno River which flows through Florence are several bridges. On the Ponte
Vecchio, small shops line the sides of the bridge. We spent a long time just
waiting for my Mom, who was going crazy looking in all the shops. For lunch we
went to a small place called Ringo’s. The salad was really good. That evening
we went to the street market and walked through the bustling crowd looking at
the wares. Silk ties were only $3.00, and there were good leather buys. Today
we went shopping; tomorrow we will visit museums.
December
29, 1971 (Wednesday):
Layne:
We
did our touring today instead of the shopping we did yesterday and we got our
bellyful of art for awhile, I think. We went first to the Uffizi Gallery which
is supposed to be one of the richest in the world and we went through it. It
had some of Da Vinci and a couple of Rembrandts and Rubens, etc. Over all, I
just didn’t care for a lot of it. I don’t think I appreciate it, but there were
some there that I really liked a lot and they were worth seeing. I think I like
darker pictures and it needs to have something special about it. I like
Rembrandt. In the place by the gallery they have a ton of statues all over and
some real famous ones. They have one of Perseus with Medusa’s head that I
really like – I like it as much almost as any I’ve seen. We then went to the
Pieta by Michelangelo, his last work that was unfinished, and it was kind of a
big letdown. That’s all I’ve heard about and I wasn’t that impressed. But after
it, we went to see David, by him [Michelangelo], and that was by far the most
impressive work of art I’ve ever seen in my life. You can just see every piece
of the body in its perfect form. The detail is fantastic and it is perfectly
proportioned. He looks proud and you just fall in love with his kind face. It
changes with every angle or point of view and it is just fantastic. I was
really glad we saw it. That is the highlight of Florence for me. Tomorrow we
will be saying good-bye to Florence and move on to Rome and new adventures.
Bob:
This
morning we walked through some of the very small streets of Florence to the
Uffizzi Gallery. In front is the Palacio de Signeria where many sculptures by
great artists are displayed. Inside many famous paintings are displayed. Works
by Da Vinci, Rembrandt, Michelangelo and Rafael cover the walls. After spending
a couple of hours in the Uffizzi we walked through some more small streets to
the Academy of Arts. Inside is the very famous statue of David towering over
the main hall. Many people just sat in the corners of the room gaping in awe at
the figure. The Cathedral de Duomo was the last thing on our list for the day.
It was built in the 1200’s. Inside the ceilings are plated in gold, and in a
far off secluded corner, lay “La Pieta,” Michelangelo’s last work. Tomorrow we
go to Rome.
December
30, 1971 (Thursday):
Layne:
Rome
is a nice city with lots of nice buildings and lots of Italians. It seems the
same to me, I guess. I’ve seen too many buildings and the Italians are no
longer a novelty to me. They are starting to go wild with the fire works
though, for New Years and Teddy (Elder Barnes who we saw tonight) said that
it’s not safe to go outside tomorrow night around midnight and I believe it.
The Italians are very outgoing and interesting people. I got a look at the
Colosseum and its bigger and better than Arles. That’s certain, but we’ll take
a closer look later.
Bob:
We
gathered our bags and walked the few blocks to the station. We said good-bye to
Florence and boarded our train for Rome. We sat by an Italian who spoke
English, German, Spanish, and of course Italian. He told us the different
things that made English hard to learn and made me appreciate our language
more. Our map of Rome led us to believe our hotel was about two blocks from
the train station. We then decided to attempt to walk to the hotel from the station
and discovered that the distance was much greater than we had thought and ended
up walking over one mile to get there. Once we got settled in our three-bed
room (all squished together) we went to a restaurant which caters to Americans
and had some delicious rice and chicken. Upon our return to the hotel, I took a
shower. The bathroom was so small that one could sit on the toilet and take a
shower.
December
31, 1971 (Friday):
Layne:
Todays
activities – We went to Vatican City today and went through the Sistine
Chapel and St. Peter’s Cathedral and also St. Peter in Chains Cathedral which
is by the Coliseum and I will talk of the things we saw along with a lot of my
views on the Catholic Church and things I’ve seen and heard and learned about
it. The whole place in the Vatican is just immense and rich and it has
art all over. The Sistine Chapel was really impressive and quite a bit
different from what I pictured it as being. It is smallish and just a square
room with not much in it. Next though, we went into the Cathedral and there we
saw the largeness and richness of the Church. Everything is gold there and very
big. Inside I started explaining some Catholic doctrine to Wendy and then my
mind got started on the things I’ve learned and was shocked by. As tradition
goes, St. Peters is built on the remains of Peter. His tomb is there in the
center of the church underground. It has it’s own special chapel underground as
all of the other popes do – they are all buried under there. But there is an
entrance and a big monument over it. I couldn’t believe it. But they have two
slots for donations in the wall in front of the shrine. And all through the
Vatican they have souvenir shops to buy things. But that wasn’t anything. We
went to the St. Peter in Chains place and that is where the statue of Moses is.
(The Pieta is in St. Peters – it’s nice) and I was just totally shocked. In the
front of the church they have a souvenir shop and as you enter there is a
priest taking collections that aren’t necessary to pay, but it seems like it as
you go in. Then you go in to the side and there was the statue all lit up; if
you put 100 lire in a slot you get the statue all lit up and you can take
pictures of it then. And right in back of the statue there is a door to the side
and a souvenir shop is right in back of it. I couldn’t believe it. But the
biggest thing was the center altar. They have in a little box displayed nicely
encased in gold and glass with lights on it; the chains that Peter was
“traditionally” chained in. They pray to them, I guess, I don’t know. That
brings on another thing. The ton of statues that you see all over on the roof
of the Vatican. We saw something really
interesting. There is a painting of a broken statue on the floor and a cross
with Christ on it in the place of the statue. We guess it is to symbolize the
change from paganism and idolatry to Catholicism and “non idolatry” and then
you see the popes they worship and the saints. (In one painting there is a
light going from the cross held by a man to the pope who is blessing some men.
It was interesting.) And then to see chains and they also had the decayed
bodies that were covered with clothes and the faces were covered but they are
at the altars and the people worship them. Also in SLC a guide through the
place told us that in certain churches they have a sliver of the cross of
Christ that is registered in Rome and it is from his cross. If they brought
them all together it would make the whole cross. In Lourdes you can buy little
images of the vision of Bernadette of Mary and for a price you can have the
priest bless it and then it will be good for your prayers at home. Also the bit
of buying pardons and the bit of the saints doing so much good that it has been
saved up for the ones that don’t do much so they can get into heaven and the
bit a saying prayers of going up stairs on knees or barefoot in paradise, etc.
for less days or years in purgatory. And the immaculate conception of Mary
(official in 1954) and her “assumption” (ascension) made official in 1950. I
could go on so long this is just a small list, but if you can’t see the
Catholic Church is wrong you aren’t looking at all for the truth,
but you are kidding yourself.
I
had my first root beer tonight in a restaurant and we went to a baptismal
service that was really cool. Saw a lot of faces that were familiar and I
really enjoyed the service. It was an experience that was edifying. And I was
glad we could do it.
Bob:
My
cousin Ted [Barnes], who is on his mission in Rome, came over today to show us
around. We discovered that in Rome people were being allowed to ride the bus
free for a period for a week in an attempt to cut down on automobile traffic.
We got on the bus for Vatican City, and the bus got terribly crowded. We were
pushed against the walls, but they just kept crowding people in like sardines
[I recall the terrible smell of sweaty bodies, particularly because my nose was
about arm-pit level of most of the adults]. I thought we’d never get there, but
when we did, the whole bus emptied out. (Vatican City is a separate country. It
has about 1,000 people consisting mainly of Catholic priests and the Pope.) We
entered the walled city and walked through corridor after corridor which
contained works of art and finally came to the Sistine Chapel where
Michelangelo painted the ceiling lying on his back. We returned to the point of
entry through more halls containing art work, some of which were plated in
gold. Then we went to Saint Peter’s Cathedral, a large domed building. Inside,
all of the ceilings were plated in gold, and we saw preserved Popes who were in
glass covered tombs, dressed in their red and white robes, and their faces
plated in gold. We followed a staircase down into the tombs of the dead Popes.
The tomb of Pope John was covered with many colored flowers. After viewing the
Vatican, my cousin left us to do some work, and we had to go through that mass
of dangling bodies on the bus again.
We took a nap at our hotel.
Then we met again later, and took a walk to a neighborhood cathedral. Inside
was the famous Moses by Michelangelo, which turned out to be my favorite
sculpture. As we walked back to the hotel, fierce sounding fire crackers
exploded every once in a while. (Fire crackers the size of golf balls are legal
in Italy. You shoot them from a special gun and they explode.) My cousin told
us that every New Year people throw their old things out the window. They have
seen such things as refrigerators laying in the street, but most common items
are bottles. A few minutes later, Layne was hit by a sweater falling from a
window above us. My cousin left us at the hotel, and we went to bed.
I was awakened suddenly by
the sounds of ear shattering bombs outside. Looking out the window, I saw
different colored bomb-like explosions dotting the sky. I glanced at the clock.
It was twelve midnight, start of the new year. We watched the explosions and
fireworks for several minutes, then went back to bed.
January 1,
1972 (Saturday):
Layne:
It
is now 11:20 in the New Year and I am hearing and seeing something I’ve never
seen or heard before. Outside there are 2 ½ million Romans letting off
fireworks. Fire crackers, flares, etc. and it is just like a big war going on
outside. It sounds like a herd of galloping horses. It is just fascinating. I
didn’t think there could be that many people doing all that, but it is all over
the city. It’s wild. The only other time I ever saw anything like this is in
the Jamboree in Valley Forge when they were taking pictures of the President
and the show at night. And when they lit the candles. It was really interesting
to see that many lights. It’s the same thing except it is so spread out.
We
rented a car today to go see the city in and it was a really good thing that we
did. It rained a lot and we did a lot of running around that was neat. We got
to see Rome and get a feel of it’s traffic. It’s worse than French. I scared
the family now and again, but they were very happy with it, for the most part.
We got a good taste of Rome though and saw some cool unusual things. We got
lost a few times and had a few detours, but that only made it more interesting.
We had a good dinner in a restaurant and the man with the guitar and singing
came around and serenaded us and I had tripe,
snails and rum cake that I tasted and left. It was a really good place
though. I don’t really have much to say though. I guess I don’t really
appreciate traveling [In light of later events in his life, I think it is safe
to say Layne changed his mind about traveling!].
Bob:
We
rented a Fiat this morning so that we could tour the city of Rome. We set off
for the Spanish Steps. It took us a while to get there, but we finally found
it. It didn’t look like much, so we went to the Trevi Fountain. It is famous,
not only for its sculpture, but because people throw coins in it. Legend says,
if you throw one coin, you’re not going to come back to Rome, two coins, and
you may, three coins, and you will surely come back to Rome. Little kids roll
up their pants and wade in to collect the coins. I also saw someone with a
magnet hooked to a string, hauling in the loot.
Next
to the Coliseum. It was surrounded by a large street about ten lanes wide. Cars
go whizzing past, so it makes it difficult to cross. Once you manage to cross
you see the vendors. They surround the place, trying to sell replicas of famous
sculptures. After you have passed those two obstacles, you get inside. In its
day, the Coliseum could hold 55,000 people, watching the lions eat the
Christians. The floor had rotted away, disclosing the cages where the Romans
kept the lions and Christians. After finally crossing the tricky boulevard
again, we took a short walk to the Palladium Persopolous. It was closed because
of New Years. We decided to cruise around the city after this failure. As we
went along we spotted the Roman wall, a contributing factor to the fall of the
empire. When their enemies saw they were afraid, and put up a wall around the
city, they attacked.
We
were hungry so we headed for the nearest restaurant. Nobody could speak
English, so we tried to figure out what was on the menu. The only word we could
make out was pizza. Everyone ordered it but me. I didn’t feel like pizza, so I
went eeny-meeny-miny-mo and pointed [to an entry in the meat section]. The
waiter brought me four big chunks of liver. It made me sick to look at it. But
good, ol Dad, made me eat it. I don’t like to describe how I felt. After three
and a half pieces, Mom ate the last half
piece for me.
I
was still feeling my stomach when we visited the Parthenon. Then we went to a
large, street carnival that was ruined by a sudden rainstorm. My cousin came
over that evening, and we went out do dinner. I was hopeful of getting
something decent in my stomach. My cousin suggested, for my pre-meal snack,
that I order the same thing he was getting. While we were waiting I found out
it was tripe (cow stomach) wrapped in a noodle. I had to force it down, also,
which made me sick. Then to top it all off, my brother, who was sitting next to
me, ordered snails. He kept showing them to me on purpose. After this display,
I still managed to get down two bites of chicken which was pretty good for me
under the circumstances. [The waiter then brought around a cart with wonderful
looking desserts. We all selected chocolate cake. Because I was the first one
to finish, I took the first bite of the cake. My mouth erupted in flame. I took
another bite with the same result. I turned to Mom and told her I thought the
cake had something wrong with it, maybe some alcohol in it. She took a taste,
and another taste or two (Mom likes rum!) and confirmed my suspicion. When the
waiter came back, Ted said, “we asked you whether the cake had alcohol in it
and you said it did not. But the cake has rum in it.” The waiter shrugged his
shoulders and said, “a leetle beet of
alcohol never hurt anybody.”] This day was the most awful day of my trip.
January 2,
1972 (Sunday):
Layne:
All
we did today was ride on the train from Rome to Marseille. It took us 13 ½
hours to do it. So not much came of anything. I forgot to put these postcards
in. It is of Perseus by Cellini and
David by Michelangelo [in Florence]. I think I liked these two better than the
others I’ve seen. Tonight we are in Marseille just as a stop off before going
to Arles. It sure seems good to be speaking French again and to hear it.
Especially the Midi accent. I will definitely love it here.
Bob:
The
man at the rental station let us keep the car until this morning, so we could
get to the train station. Layne and Dad dropped Mom, Wendy and I off at the
station and took the car back. They came back to the station in a taxi. We
boarded the train for our all day ride. We would travel through Pisa in Italy,
Nice, France, Monaco, and then Marseille in France. After we had been on the train
awhile, we went to the dining car to eat lunch. It was pretty dull. First they
bring a slice of roast beef without salt, cold spinach, and mineral water.
Because of the water pollution, as I mentioned earlier, you drink mineral water
instead of water. It is carbonated water, which tastes like plain Club Soda. I
only managed a gulp or two. We arrived in Marseille tonight at about 11:30. We
walked down a large set of stairs from the station, across the street, and into
the nearest hotel.
January 3,
1972 (Monday):
Layne:
We
had a real pleasant visit with Sr Aillaud and Sr Olivier. It was relaxing and
it was just good to see them. They pitched in and gave me a couple of records –
one is French Christmas carols and the other is legends and cantos from the
Provence. How the Cresch figures go there etc., it is really neat. They were
just super nice to me. Sr. Aillaud is going to move somewhere in about a year,
but Sr Olivier will probably stay right where she is. [written in journal on
January 5, 1972]
Bob:
We
took a thirty minute train ride to Arles, France. Layne converted some people
into the Church there and wanted to see them before we came home. We spent all
day talking to Sister Olivier, Sister Ailiud, and her four year old son. Before
we left Sister Ailiud showed us the Roman amphitheatre and the Roman coliseum
there. The coliseum is still used for bull fights. After this day of spending
time with friends, we took our train back to Marseille. It was evening so we
got on a sleeping train for Paris, France.
January 4,
1972 (Tuesday):
Layne:
Paris
…is a city that just left me cold. It was all of the French habits magnified
and it just drove me crazy. It was bad weather and so sightseeing was bad. We
could only go ½ way up the Eiffel Tower because they were repairing it and we
couldn’t walk up as I promised myself I would. In Paris, we had so many people
growl at us and just ornery people and they treat you like dirt and I was just
real glad to leave. I don’t care about going back much either. But it was good
for one thing. It was a good comparison with London. [journal entry on January
5, 2002]
Bob:
I
pulled my aching body up off the seat about 5:30 this morning. We arrived in Paris at about 6:00. Dad and
Layne headed for the American Express office to get information about a hotel.
We waited three hours in the waiting lounge for them to return. Finally they
returned, but we were quite bored with the station by then. In Paris, the main
transportation is the subway. To get to our hotel we had to keep switching the
subways to get there. When we arrived, we were tired of holding our suitcases
and glad for a rest. But we were soon exploring the subways again, trying to
get to the Eiffel Tower. On the way, Layne and I decided to climb the stairs to
the top, but we were disappointed to find the stairs were closed. The third
story of the tower was closed also, for repairs. We decided to go to the second
story just for the heck of it. Once there we were rather disappointed. The city
was foggy and we couldn’t get a very good view of it. After this small
adventure we headed for the Arc de Triumph which was just a short way away. I
didn’t think it was anything too spectacular. Then we headed back to the hotel.
[I believe we visited Versaille, as I recall seeing a painting of George
Washington hanging there, which I recognized when I went back 29 years later,
even though neither Layne or I mentioned it in our journals.]
I
had been planning to get a ten speed bicycle in Europe. A Popular Mechanics magazine had a survey on
bikes and gave names of the better bikes in the world. None of them were made
in the United States, so I thought this would be a good opportunity to get one.
There were two I was interested in: Peugeot and Raleigh. The first made in
France, and the latter in England. I looked up a Peugeot shop in the directory
and had my brother call them up. The price was fair, so I asked if I could go
up and get it. It was near the Arc de Triumph, so Dad was upset since we had
just been there. I was ready to get the bike, but the manager wouldn’t ship the
bike for me. We are leaving early tomorrow so I couldn’t ship it myself. So I
decided to look for a Raleigh in England. We were all tired of walking so we
were glad to get back to the hotel and sleep.
January 5,
1972 (Wednesday):
Layne:
Well,
we visited Arles and Paris and we’re in London right now and I couldn’t really
write much the last two days because of time and desire, but I have the
important points in mind.
I
have been really happy tonight because of the happy and friendly Englishmen.
They are friendly in a cheery way and its just great! On the train we were
listening to a couple of them talking about tea and how to pour it and how to
tell if it’s strong and whether to pour the milk or the tea first. It was just
great to hear. I really love my first contact with the city. It catches a bit
and I like the happiness it gives me.
Bob:
We
got up early this morning to see the Louvre Gallery before our train left at
12:00. The Louvre is a very large building with a very good security. You can’t
go into the museum portion of the Louvre with any packages or handbags. I guess
this is because they don’t want any bombs or anything inside. The main things
we looked at were Winged Victory, Venus De Milo, and the Mona Lisa. Our
stomachs were empty, so we went into a small restaurant and each of us ordered
a Coke and a sundae. After this nourishing breakfast, we took the train to
Calais, France. This small town is on the English Channel. At Calais, we boarded
a British boat which would take us for an hour ride across the English Channel
to Dover. On the way I was reading a book, and got sick to my stomach from the
rocking. I was glad when we reached the shore at Dover. There we were ushered
on to a British train by the friendly British Customs people. I was impressed
at the friendliness of the place.
It
was about an hour’s ride to London on the train. When we got outside the
station, the English signs just hit me in the face. I was so used to signs I
could not read, that it was just a good feeling. We saw lots of cabs and had no
trouble getting one. London doesn’t seem like the second largest city in the
world. It doesn’t remind me of anything like New York. When we arrived at our
hotel, our rooms were very small and cramped.
January 6,
1972 (Thursday):
Layne:
My
first movie – I got my real first taste of the “old world” today…The film
was “Song of Norway”…The film was beautiful. The country was great and they
showed the very beautiful side of Norway and with the music it was even better.
It’s music that I’ve just learned to enjoy on my mission and maybe just with E.
Hopkins. Then there was the plot to the movie. It’s about a man who is
struggling to make a name for himself and Norwegian music and he does it with a
girl whom he marries and a friend. At the end he betrays his friend, his wife
and another friend and becomes popular and then realizes his mistake and goes
back to his wife and probably his other friend. Near the end when he had
betrayed everyone I was sure it was going to end and I was just sick, but then
he tried to make amends. I left the theater all weird inside. I was trying to
decide if I were true to my ideals and examine myself and looking at people who
hadn’t lived up to them and I just felt bad inside and wanted to do better.
Then I decided that maybe it was just part of my adjustment back to normal
life. I still don’t know what it was but I still feel a bit bad and troubled. I
don’t think the others were effected as much as I was by it… But that film did
affect me. Maybe because I’m not used to seeing films and the impact of it just
got to me and the “calloused” “movie-eyes” of the others were just used to it.
I don’t know.
Bob:
Mom
didn’t like the hotel, so we went to another one about three blocks away. After
we were settled, we took a walk through Hyde Park, which was just across the
street. It’s the largest park I’ve ever seen. We went to the Mission Home on
the other side of the park. My parents know the president and wanted to see
him. When we got there my sister met some boys she knew at East High. Then we
took a cab into the downtown area and bought a neck brace for Mom. A movie
called “Song of Norway” was just across the street, so we went to it. A cab
driver gave me the address of a bike shop called Condor Cycles. I went in and
found just the bike I wanted – a Raleigh. We have a relative who lives just
outside of London. We took the train to their home and had a good meal of lamb
and potatoes, etc. While my mother and father talked to them, I played
ping-pong with my sister. At about eleven o-clock we finally got out of there
and took the train back to our hotel.
January 7,
2002 (Friday):
Layne:
We
went around London today with an Englishman named Murray who was an English
teacher. He took us on a private tour of the city. It was fairly interesting to
see. We did a lot of driving, but we saw a few cool things. We went to see the
Tower of London and it was cool. We saw the crown jewels and it was fantastic.
We saw one diamond in a scepter that was about this big or maybe a bit bigger.
It was at least that big. 540 karats [he has a rectangular shape drawn in his
journal]. It’s the largest diamond in the world. The Star of India. The Tower
of London was built by William the Conqueror. The original part and the rest –
the bloody part was added later. Then we saw the rest of the city.
Tonight
we saw a play “How the Other Side Loves,” with Robert Morley and it was funny,
crude and well done. Right now I think I’m so right wing that I am a bit too
“borne”. I had a hard time overlooking the bad parts of it, the cursing and bad
jokes and take in the good parts. I don’t want to wear in too fast though
because it’s not a good thing, but I have to soften a bit I think. The whole
thing was just foreign to me though. [Layne’s journal has this entry for
January 8th]
Bob:
We
are going to take a tour of London today. Dad called a tour office and a
college age boy will give us a long tour of London. Our guide had a small car,
so we had to cram ourselves in like sardines. The Tower of London was first on
our list. We crossed a small bridge. Inside the castle walls there were many
things to see. Wild ravens, with clipped wings, walk around on the grass. An
old saying says that when there are no more ravens inside the castle grounds,
the walls will fall. There are about eight ravens there now. The crown jewels
of the Queen of England are on display. Her scepter has one of the largest
diamonds in the world set in it. Also, large plates of silver are displayed.
The room is under constant guard by about five guards. They keep you walking,
and don’t let you stay in one place too long. They also have rooms full of
armor, cannons, spears, guns, etc. After seeing the tower, we took a look at
Parliament, Big Ben, and St. Abbey’s cathedral. Inside the cathedral people are
buried in tombs under the floor. The tombstones, laid in the floor, tell what
famous person has been buried there.
January 8,
1972 (Saturday):
Today
we visited the missionaries and went shopping.
January 9,
1972 (Sunday):
Layne:
We
had a rather uneventful trip from England to Luxemburg. We went by ferry and
train, of course, and got into a rather nice motel in Luxembourg after a 3
block - $2 – taxi ride. [Journal entry on January 10-11, 2002]
Bob:
We
took a train to Dover where we boarded the ferry boat. After sailing for three
and a half hours we reached Oostend, Belgium. From there we took a train to
Brussels, Belgium, switched trains, and continued on to Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.
January 10,
1972 (Monday):
Layne:
Right
now if we take Luxemburg time its Monday, or New York time it’s Tuesday, so I
don’t really know which one to put, but at Iceland time, which we just left,
it’s just past midnight. I guess I’ll have to fill you in on the happenings of
the last few days.
This morning we bought $19
of Swiss chocolate that we will give as gifts and coming home presents. We
bought all the Lindor they had. We took a ride around Luxembourg in a cab and
it was a cool place. It is built on a mesa type thing that is completely
surrounded by streams, rivers, and valleys. There are only 3 bridges to take
you to it. It was really foggy though, so we couldn’t see that much. That also
caused us a few more difficulties. We couldn’t take off from Luxembourg so they
bussed us to Brussels after a “meal” and we left from there about 6 hours late.
The stewardesses are really nice and wholesome girls and they are a real
pleasure. We stopped in Iceland and they have a discount store that has really
nice woolen things that are hand-made. We bought about 4 or 5 sweaters and they
are cool and now we are 4 or 5 hours from New York. I feel sorry to leave
Europe and all the people and experiences, but I have a lot of challenges
coming and a lot of things and experiences I have to pass by so I won’t be
bored. I’m reading a book called Papillon right now that is interesting, about
a convict and how he escaped and life on Devil’s Island.
Bob:
We
took a tour of Luxembourg City by cab. We learned some interesting things. For
instance, Luxembourg is built on a network of tunnels, and many of the famous
generals stayed there, such as Eisenhower, Bradley, etc. Then we went to the
airport to take our Icelandic flight to New York. The place was fogged in, so
we took a five hour bus trip to Brussels where the plane was waiting for us. We
landed in Iceland about two o’clock in the morning, Brussels time, or ten
o’clock at night Icelandic time. We bought some wool sweaters before we had to
take off again. We should have reached New York about eleven o’clock p.m., but
because of the delay, we got into New York at 3:00 a.m. So we just sat in the
airport until our flight to Salt Lake City at 8:30 a.m. [I also read the book
Papillon on this trip. I believe I may have purchased it in a train station in
Europe, or perhaps in the airport in New York.]
January 11,
1972 (Tuesday):
We
flew about five hours to Salt Lake and were greeted by our relatives. I’m dead,
and I’m going to bed."
