The Penrose Church house was in use until the mid 1930s for various activities, and remained in use for occasional activities like elections, dances, community meetings and the like until the 1950s when my Dad and Uncle Norman dismantled the building. For 13 years or so our Grandpa Wasden was Branch President and Bishop. Some time in the mid-1930s, a Christmas party was held in the Church house. A large decorated Christmas tree was set up at the front of the meeting room. I don't remember if a program took place. All I remember is how excited I was waiting for Santa, because I knew he was going to pass out little bags of candy to each of the children. Instead of just going around and passing out the candy, Santa had a list of names. How could Santa get the names of the Penrose children? And finally Santa called my name: "Dwight." How could he know my name was Dwight? I eagerly went to the front to retrieve my Christmas bounty, so very, very rare in those dark days of the Great Depression. As Santa handed me my bag, I said, "But my sister Louise is home sick and couldn't come tonight and she won't have a bag of candy." And, lo and behold, Santa retrieved another tiny bag of treats with the name "Louise" written on it. So I took our two little sacks of treats home and gave Louise her own candy sack, feeling relieved. I was sorry she had not been able to go to the Church house and see the tree and have it personally handed to her by Santa, but at least Santa had not forgotten her, and I was glad. I have never forgotten this event, another enduring childhood Christmas memory that has stayed with me forever.