After a brief stay in San Salvador, we moved to Guatemala City. We became a popular family because we were from the States but spoke Spanish. Mom enjoyed telling stories about our lives. Jerry, Dorita and I would huddle on the hammock and hear the tales repeated over and over. This was more fun than listening to the phonograph. Next to the hammock was afern which was watered daily with diluted urine from the bed pans. It was almost as if the smell of urine was an inherent part of story telling. While hospitalized during WW II a urinal was ever present beside the bed and it's smell triggered memories of stories heard while in the hammock.