[Oe List ...] Twins all grown up

[Jfknutson at aol.com]

I could write a book about the twins.  I was in the San Francisco  house with 
the Wiegels when the twins were turning two.  Jim and Judy were  to take a 
trip around Area West to see what was happening with the houses and  four human 
development projects.  The rest of us were whispering nervously  to each 
other,  "Have you heard who is going to be taking care of the twins  and Jenny when 
they go?"  No answer seemed to be apparent.  So at our  last prior's meeting 
before they left, I summoned up the courage to ask the  question aloud.  This 
was Jim's answer:  "It appears this house has an  issue with child care so we 
think we should ask the person that would seem to be  the most impossible to 
do it.  So we are asking Joan Knutson ( I was the  house prior and had a full 
time job!)  I would get up an hour earlier (and  I trust you will remember how 
early that was, get dressed for work, put a house  dress over my clothes, get 
the bags packed, lunches packed and then tackle  getting the twins up, take 
them to worship, take them to children's breakfast,  retrieve them, clean them 
up again, take them to preschool, pull the house dress  off and went off to 
work looking like a perfectly sane person.
 
But the one story I tell any time I get the chance is when David Rebstock  
was on child care.  Ellen had begged us not to put David on child  care.  We had 
about 12 children and she was convinced he could not handle  them and it 
would be a disaster.  We tried to avoid asking David as every  day he drove to San 
Jose (not an easy commute) and had a very responsible  job.  But one evening 
there was no one else.  So David was on child  care.  I was in a meeting in 
the basement collegium room.  David was  giving the children their baths on the 
second floor.  He put the twins in  one bathtub, two more kids in a bathtub 
just down the hall, etc.  All of a  sudden we heard screams from the second 
floor.  Ellen looked and me and I  looked at her and we ran.  The twins had gotten 
out of the tub and found a  jar of Vaseline and had smeared it all over each 
other and were screaming with  delight.  It was on the door knobs, on the 
floor; the twins were running up  and down the hall.  We couldn't catch them as 
they squirt through our  fingers and we were slipping and sliding on the floor.  
I was always  grateful Ellen never said I told you so.  
 
Our life together would not have been so colorful if it hadn't been for the  
Wiegel twins.  I adore them to this day.   Joan  Knutson



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