June-July 1971

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June 23rd: “Maybe I can write more often now that we’re out at the ranch again.” Moved out Sunday the 20th.

Bob spent most of Saturday helping Rotary build a water fountain by the bandstand. That evening he brought the washing machine out. The previous Saturday Clarke stayed with Linda Lindsey and the rest of us came out. Bob hiked around with Roy Blair looking for property corners. I planted a garden and Rebecca and Jeff each planted small gardens. Sunday he and Bob Grant brought the generator out. Then he made another trip with his car and I with the V.W.

On the 4th we left the children with Linda and went to Cheryl Morris’ high school graduation. Rebecca had kindergarten graduation that day. I’d really become quite fond of a number of that year’s seniors and took cards for some, ecology posters for two, and gave paperback copies of A Sand County Almanac to two others.

My last two days at the Joss House were the 2nd and 3rd.

Rebecca had a 6th birthday party. We invited six children but two were going to be out of town so I called Alice Jones and she brought Nick, Jessica and Cedric over. Fortunately there was just enough of everything to go around. Jan Goodyear helped out.

It was a Snoopy birthday with a Snoopy cake, Snoopy invitations, and a hunt for a Snoopy bone. Finding a bone resulted in receiving a small Frisbee. Rebecca got a baby mallard from the Hoopers but a week later it died. She was heartbroken. We were planning to get two more after they hatched.

Clarke got sick the Saturday we were out at the ranch and up-chucked all over me in the car on the way home. I was supposed to take the three Twight children the next day but couldn’t, of course. He was sick Sunday, Monday and part of Tuesday. Sunday, when I was sitting out on the porch trying to regain my sanity by playing my accordion, Jeffrey hurt his foot. He yelped as if it really hurt but was soon playing again, although limping. Monday I took him to the doctor and discovered he had a broken bone in his right foot, the metatarsal. All he’d done was jump off a small, plastic slide but he just hit wrong. He got a temporary and then Friday, (18th) he got a permanent cast on with a foam rubber pad. It was really hard on him and on Rebecca, because activities were a lot more restricted than they were before that. And I had to carry him until he got the permanent cast.

The following Monday we were out at the ranch but had problems with the generator. Tried to put up the laundry line but after many efforts of untangling it found the hook nearly straight. Hung some clothes up anyway and it fell so hung them on a short line. Tuesday was much better. Took a walk with the children up to the flat in the woods. Rebecca wanted o go on up to the water tank which Bob put up there, so we did. I carried Jeff (and Clarke in the pack) all the way back. We had fun though. It took us over an hour- and- a- half. I had come back for a jar to put a caterpillar in and we dawdled, squatting in the tall grass up near the wild rose bushes to get a rabbit’s view of the world, etc.

The evening of the 25th I was writing by candlelight because Bob was working on the generator. The previous day we’d gone into town and Clarke had developed a fever of over 104. Dr. Breeden’s day off, Dr. Dr. Polka on vacation, Dr. Nielsen’s office said he could see us at 5:45. He had tonsillitis. I’d talked to Dr. Breeden a couple of days earlier about his swollen eye and he had thought then that Clarke might have tonsillitis.

Rebecca talked about quitting piano lessons even though she loved them. Shelly Adrian had told Rebecca she was quitting and that’s when Rebecca started saying that. The she found out that Marion Dano was taking lessons and decided she’d keep going after all, that she would take them “until she was a lady.”

Virgil DeLapp was working on the house again, this time covering the outside of the addition with shingles. We were going to have to get the whole house reroofed and maybe painted. That morning Florence took the children for half an hour while I ran some errands downtown and went to Varney’s where I had coffee and a doughnut with Leonard, Mike Harris, and Bob Grant. Later went to Van Duyn’s for a few minutes with the children, and Marilyn gave Rebecca a yellow scooter skirt (have no idea what that was!).

The next week Bob was going to Bakersfield for a week. I got Rebecca a loose-leaf binder to start a journal. Angenett said Jessica’s teacher suggested this for Jessica. I thought I’d get Jeff to dictate some things to me for a notebook for him. She started writing in it and seemed to enjoy that. Clarke was getting better.

We went out to the ranch and would be there on our own for a week as Bob left the next day. “I get nervous at night without him here-not about being here but about stray people coming in—not that it’s too likely I suppose. Will take the pack upstairs tonight because if there were a fire I’d need it.” (for Clarke) Clarke got sick to his stomach and then broke out in a splotchy rash. I contacted Dr. Breeden about Clarke’s rash and he said to stop giving him campicillin. I’d wondered whether the rash was an allergic reaction and guess I was correct.

Jeffrey was going through a teasing stage but often with surprisingly adult humor. However, he spent a good part of one day echoing Rebecca—most frustrating for her. “I tried doing it to him for awhile and he didn’t like it so maybe he’ll get the idea.”

On the 29th I left Rebecca and Clarke with Linda and took Jeffrey over to the emergency room to get his old cast off and put on a new one. Ran a bunch of errands and then got Jeffrey a dump truck at the Nic-Nac Shack. Figured he needed something to do that didn’t involve running around on the cast and that it would help make up for all the presents his sister had gotten for her birthday. Went back to the ranch. Bob called and didn’t sound very enthusiastic about the class he was taking.

The next day Clarke was happy in his play pen for awhile but then later I put him on the lawn in a 3-foot wide strip of shade where he played with my hat and chewed on dandelion leaves while I cut grass from around the asters. Rebecca played with her dolls near the maple tree by the driveway and Jeff played in the dirt with his dump truck, then on the porch. He couldn’t walk on the new cast yet and was cranky. It was a chore for me during that time hauling him to the outhouse and up the stairs.

Florence called on the 30th to say the rest of the culvert Bob had ordered was in their barnyard. “I think she worries about us.”

Doris called from Weaver Bally and we talked for almost an hour. “It was so good to gab with her—it’s been nearly a month now. She’s enjoying the lookout so far—says the view into the back country is superb.”

July 4th we watched the parade from the phone company balcony. It was shady and a good view. Then we went up to the Woods to swim for awhile, taking turns watching our two youngest. “Bob and I are in a good state right now—excellent, actually, and really communicating.”
From there we went out Canyon Creek for the usual family and friends gathering.

On the 11th Bob left to go to Garberville and not get back until Wednesday but he was out at the ranch with us all that weekend.

I couldn’t get the generator started and called Frank Walden who said he was going to Weaverville and would pick one up at Miller’s for me. Later I was able to get it started. . (I’m guessing I was able to contact Frank before he left.)

Bob had fixed the clothesline and also put up a swimming pool just below the house–3’ x 12’. The doe that had been hanging around (standing on her hind feet to get apples) showed up with a fawn. This was a cooler than normal summer and we’d been having a fire in the wood cook stove every morning.

Thursday, July 8th “I had a big treat. Florence took the children from 10 to 6:00 and I went hiking up Long Canyon. I was really quite excited about it beforehand, which was a mystery to Rebecca!

From the beginning of the trail on it was beautiful. Large bushes of blue ceanothus were in full bloom, their honey fragrance filling the air. As the trail began to climb it was more forested. The East Fork of Stuart’s Fork roared not far from the trail most of the way. Numerous creeks and small streams crossed the trail. It was a warm day and I kept stopping to drink—partly just for the pleasure of my freedom I suppose and partly for thirst. In one spot were azaleas in bloom, tiger lilies, and yellow monkey flowers. I picked an azalea and put it in my hat. Every time I went from shade to sunshine I could smell it.

I ate lunch after walking an hour, where the trail forks, with one branch going to Bowerman Meadows. Foaming water—icy cold. Afterwards I met a family coming out with packs on. The youngest, a boy about 8 or 10, fell right in front of me. I helped him up and they went on their way. From then on it was solitude until I came to the uppermost meadow part of Long Canyon. Here there was a party of 8 or 10 people who had apparently come in on horseback for the day.

I continued on but snow blocked the trail so I followed footprints of other hikers or horses, which zig-zagged up the steep slope. Stopped by the edge of one snow field where the creek had formed snow caves about three feet high. Such cool air coming from them. Went on up to the last narrow pass before Bee Tree Gap. The wind was blowing hard and it was 2 o’clock, and rocks were rolling into the area so I decided to turn back. It was a wonderful day. And to top it off, Florence had dinner for us that night. “

Rebecca stayed overnight in the house trailer with Noel and Florence. We stayed at our place and came out to the ranch Friday.

Six Months in 1971

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Rebecca was taking piano lessons from Mrs. Gott and seemed to enjoy them.

Often I seemed to have had to play catch-up with my journal, trying to remember what happened in previous weeks.

On the 8th we drove to Palo Alto. Connie Martin stayed with the children. On the 9th Bob spent time in the Stanford Library and I spent time in the Stanford bookstore. After lunch we went to Ingrid Woods’ and Steve Cummings’ wedding in the Stanford Chapel where everyone sat in a semi-circle on the platform with them. Music was from a harpsichord. The reception was in Burlingame and Helen Woods made the cake. We gave them a crank ice cream freezer. Ingrid was working for a dress designing shop and Steve was serving two years in hospital work in S.F. instead of being in the army. That afternoon we got a room in a motel on Geary Street in S.F. and that night went to the symphony (my first), conducted by Ozawa. Sunday we looked at the line outside the Van Gogh exhibit at the DeYoung Museum and decided we didn’t have that much time so went to Berkeley and visited with the Lewis’ and then drove home.

The Friday morning of the day we left to go to Palo Alto, Bob had been in Redding as part of a three-person committee going through 38 applications for Superintendent of Schools to choose about six possibilities.

“On the 18th our music class met at DeRosears for a surprise party final. We dressed hippy style. I wore Clarke’s link belt with beads hanging from it around my head, a tie/dye shirt that Scott did for me, Scott’s tie/ dye levis and cowboy boots. Bob had a class so I didn’t think he’d come About 9 he knocked at the door wearing a mop wig and a blanket. Really funny. We had a good time.”

On the 23rd we went to the Trinity Players’ play—Never too Late.

Then we started getting involved in meetings about the proposed Salmon Trinity Alps Wilderness Area. I was going to go to a Siskiyou County Board of Supervisors’ meeting with Leonard in Yreka but decided not to since Clarke and Jeff had been ill. Meetings were coming up the next week in various communities.

Clarke and Jeff had a croupy cough and Jeff had a temperature. Rebecca had had it the previous week and I’d taken her to see Dr. Breeden. Took the boys to see Dr. Nielson in the emergency room. Was up most of the night with them and about an hour with Rebecca who was on a crying jag—maybe a bad dream.

Then no writing in the journal until March 25th, again catching up.

“The first week in February I went to both the evening and afternoon wilderness meetings in Redding. Left the V.W. at Bingham motors and took a cab to the Junior College. Fred Esselink was there and gave me a ride back to the V.W. place. His long red hair and beard caused some raised eyebrows! When I worked in the high school library Fred used to bring photos of the Trinity Alps to show me.

I made my statement in Redding—followed some lumber people. I was really nervous. That evening Florence, Leonard, and Horace Jones came down. A U.S.F.S. panel suggested I speak again that evening so I did. Each meeting was preceded by a slide program (narrated) using many of Alice Jones’ slides. I met Dave Johnson after the evening program—hadn’t seen him since he was best man at Angenett’s and Peter’s wedding. “

The next day Bob and I attended the afternoon and evening meetings in Weaverville (Bob was in in S. California the preceding day). Over 200 people attended each meeting and people of all ages spoke—most in favor of a wilderness area and preferably of expanding it. Our local editor sent no one to the meetings so I wrote a long article on them for the paper a few days later.

Thursday night Alice, Horace, Leonard, Jim Barrett, Bob and I went to Willow Creek to their meeting. Bob gave his talk again, adapting it to the area very well.

“Since then I wrote another article intended for the Recreation Guide of the Trinity Journal but it wasn’t used; wrote a letter to the American Forests magazine concerning John Keats, a representative of the Western Lumber Manufacturer’s Association; wrote an article for the National Parks magazine—didn’t hear back from either of the last two. Bob went to a meeting in Fort Jones with Alice and Horace.”

I was taking a drawing class on Tuesday nights from Marne Wilkins. Was learning a lot but really had to work hard. The three hours “whizzed by”. Bob was taking another administration class.

I ran for the elementary school board (totally forgot about that!). Then I started getting requests to substitute at the elementary school although I could only do it once. Wondered whether that was a coincidence.

Bob was working on a proposal for management within the company to submit to his boss by April 1st. He was offered “a very big job promotion to Bakersfield but turned it down because he felt he hadn’t done enough here yet and because he’d rather live here. The offer really shows his boss has confidence in his abilities though. “

Bob was given a company car to use—a Ford Torino.

I spent an afternoon and evening in Redding about a month before that attending meetings on the Gifted Child. The afternoon was for teachers and about 25 attended. Only 12 people were at the evening one for parents, most from Trinity County.

I was substituting a lot more. Linda Lindsey started taking care of children at her house. Little did I know that this was the start of our great friendship and that her youngest and my youngest would become lifelong friends.

We started having discussions with Humboldt Fir. They wanted to log near the Upper Ranch and had a right-of-way across our place on the original roads. (Access to the ranch had been only trail until logging took place years before). Some of these no longer existed so legally we could probably have kept them out. We were trying to see whether we could get them to build a road across from the house but way up the hill, which would join the future U.S.F.S. road going up to timber in Big French Creek. “If so, Bob may not have to build a bridge.” One day we tromped around up there with Candy and Jim Fields (she’s a part-time nurse and he’s a surveyor for the U.S.F.S.). Looked for a possible route. Humboldt Fir and the U.S.F.S. didn’t agree on Humboldt Fir’s boundaries though.

April 15
Substituted for Mr. Turnbull at the high school, worked for Hardison yesterday and then again the next day for Mr. Turnbull. I took Rebecca to Florence and Leonard’s and Clarke and Jeffrey to Linda Lindsey’s. On the 15th Wendy Omstead came to the house.

One weekend there was a Rotary dinner and Lucille Snyder and I worked on salad preparation for 150 people. I was to slice and butter 15 loaves of French bread, which took most of the afternoon.

Rebecca and I went to Emily Holland’s wedding. Bob had gone to the Bay Area to look for a book.

Easter we had a hunt at 7 a.m. and then another one around 10 over at Florence and Leonard’s. “We are overrun with colored eggs!”

“We’re once again having second thoughts about Humboldt Fir. Rumor has it that the U.S.F.S. will be fighting them in court about the boundaries, and also a 2-year moratorium on clear-cutting for the Forest Service has been proposed in a Senate Committee. If this goes through and further studies indicate that clear-cutting should be stopped the U.S.F.S. may never make the sales up Big French Creek and we’d have the Humboldt Fir road through us for nothing.”

One afternoon Tigger scratched Jeffrey thoroughly—neck, arm, back. Had to take him (Jeff) down for a DPT shot.

May 15
On the 24th of April we started for Oregon. Stayed the first night in Grants Pass. Ate lunch at Castle Crags. It was cold and windy. The children watched two trains and tasted the water from the sulpher spring. Rebecca started feeling ill that day. We drove to Nehalem the next day, arriving about 6 p.m. My parents were very happy to see us. We spent Monday at the beach.

Rebecca probably had a temperature, but she seemed to enjoy herself. “Jeffrey was ecstatic with the waves coming in over his feet. He’d get almost hypnotized and follow the waves out.” Clarke began getting sick. Tuesday we stayed at the house. The next day we left for Seattle. I was concerned about my parents isolating themselves and neither one seeming very happy. We stayed several days with my eldest brother, Ben, and his family. Our children enjoyed playing with theirs—Jeff felt like a big boy playing with cousin Mark and Rebecca adored Dana, who had gotten quite pretty. My younger brother, Richard and his wife, Charlotte stopped by.

Rebecca began to feel better after sleeping a lot and on Friday we took a 15-minute ride to Whidby Island. Bob made up Rotary at Oak Harbor while the children and I ate at the city park along the beach. It was windy and cold but the children enjoyed the playground equipment and collecting shells. Did a bit of tide-pooling after Rotary. There was a tulip show at an elementary school and we visited that—many people were in Dutch costumes.

On the way back to Weaverville we stopped in Leavenworth and took a few pictures of the Bavarian buildings. From there we drove to Madras where we got the last room in one of the few vacant motels.

I started working at the Joss House from 10-5 on Wednesdays and Thursdays the first week in May and would just do that until their summer help arrived. I also had nursery school duty three Tuesdays in a row (parent nursery school so parents participated on a rotating basis). Linda Lindsey was watching the children on Wednesdays and Wendy Omstead coming to the house on Thursdays.

Gladys Ehlerding tested Rebecca (Wisc test) and said she was reading at a 7th grade level and was gifted. Mary Anne and I are considering sending Rebecca and Scott to Douglas City next year.

Fall to Winter 1970-71

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Wednesday – Took all three children, who had colds, to Redding to get Rebecca and Jeff’s feet checked. Florence rode down with us to bring back Uncle Stanford’s pickup. We stopped at Hislops for an hour on the way home and Clarke cried from when we left there until we got home. Ate dinner at Florence and Leonard’s. Bob had gone to Bakersfield and would be back Friday.

We had a week of rain that included a beautiful rainbow one afternoon. By then the children were all well but Tigger, the cat, was sick. Bob and Rebecca took him down to Sally Patton’s for a shot and some medicine.

I substituted Friday afternoon at the high school for Mr. Odell (biological science). Then, that Sunday we went out to the ranch where we picked the few remaining apples. We heard some coyotes. The Virginia Creeper vines on the porch were scarlet.

On Halloween I took the older two trick-or-treating while Bob stayed home with Clarke. When I was a child, we didn’t trick-or-treat. We lived about half a mile from the little village of Castella and our parents wouldn’t have let us even if we’d lived there instead of the state park. A few times we played tricks on children who were brave enough to come up along the dark Highway 99 to our house. Once we put just enough rocks in a cardboard box to make it rattle and dragged it across the driveway with a rope so it looked as if it were moving all by itself. Another time I remember my brothers throwing rotten apples.

Rebecca was a clown again, as she had been last year, wearing a costume Florence had made for her father when he was her age. Jeff was a cowboy with make-up mustache and beard. “They were both cute and so excited. Every time someone pretended not to know him. Jeff would push back his hat and say “I’m Jeffwy”. Rebecca had made a list of people she wanted to see so we did a lot of driving.

On November 1st, a Sunday, we drove out to the ranch. The English walnut was a big butterball of color. Bob had gone out earlier with the store truck to get the generator and brace the water tank to keep it from collapsing in snow. I defrosted the refrigerator and we ate at Big Bar.

Our social activities were increasing, some due to Bob’s new job. But that week I was out four nights: Monday for my music class; Wednesday Bob and I went to a phone company supervisors’ dinner (all those from Garberville were over for Bob’s announcement of reorganization)—Barbara Austin came up to the house to watch the children; Thursday night a nursery school parents’ meeting; Friday I took Rebecca, Jeffrey and Linda Ohde to Redding to see the marionettes in the Sorcerer’s Apprentice and Little Red Riding Hood—Marge Hislop had picked up the tickets for me.

That weekend Bob finished his half of the intercom and started on the smoke detector.

We went to a Chamber of Commerce meeting honoring Moon Lee and Vernon Ryan for 60 years in business. I skipped my music class, being so fond of Vernon.

One afternoon I picked up Rebecca from school and Jeff, and later took Clarke over to Dorothy Goodyear. Took Tigger to Redding and left him at the vet’s. Didn’t get home till about 7:00.

Another Friday afternoon substituting for Mr. Odell. “No problems till the last hour when I was very tired (not much sleep the night before). Bob had gone to Garberville Thursday and stayed overnight. The students I was having trouble with and I decided we were having problems because it was Friday the 13th”.

Bob spent most of that weekend working on the new translator building on Oregon Mountain.

Rebecca, Jeff and I left right after Rebecca got out of kindergarten to pick up Tigger from the vet in Redding. $40.50 worth of medicine and hospital. Had to keep him inside until he finished his prescription and he meowed constantly.

We bought a set of used bunk beds. When Bob brought them home a few days later they reeked of tobacco smoke. We planned to keep one mattress and sell or give the other to Tom’s New and Used. That same day, a Sunday, he spent from 1:00-7:00 working on Oregon Mountain, then went back up again, wanting to get the translators working well before snows started. Hal Goodyear and Leonard helped him for awhile in the afternoon. Raining all day. “He’ll probably be there until midnight.”

I put several coats of varnish on a dresser and we planned to sand and varnish the bunk beds.

At music class Mary Ann Field said that Scotty wanted the 1st grade boys in one room and the 1st grade girls in another next year. He said Rebecca was the only girl he wanted in his room.

Jeff, Clarke, Bob and I went to Rebecca’s kindergarten powwow. “I think Rebecca was delighted to have Bob be able to go.” The next day I substituted at Lewiston Elementary School. “It ‘was tiring but interesting—5th, 4th and 3rd graders seem very young and small after high school age.”

Thanksgiving dinner was at Florence and Leonard’s. Big gathering and Uncle Stanford showed slides of a trip on the Rogue River (jet boats?) he made with Florence, Leonard and Aunt Nell. “The children played hide and seek or bumping down the stairs during most of the slide show.”

It snowed Thanksgiving night and we had about six inches by morning. Bob went up on Oregon Mountain again to make some final adjustments. He said when he left there was nearly 18 inches of snow.
The next three days we worked on the bureaus and beds.

In mid-December Bob was back in Garberville for three days. Then he was in S. California-Bakersfield, Oildale, Victorville, etc. for a week. The week after that we took Rebecca and Jeff and went to Garberville for the Garberville employees’ Christmas party. The children stayed with a sitter at Chuck Meyers ‘ house. We stayed up until 4:00 a.m. with breakfast at 3:00. Bob and I danced with each other for the first time. On the way home we stopped at the Founder’s Tree and walked around in the redwoods in the rain.

And then there was a phone company Christmas party in Weaverville.

My parents sent us a box of holly from their place in Nehalem, Oregon. I wrote to them almost every week. In reading my notes I can see we rarely got up there to see them. And they didn’t come down.

We moved Rebecca and Jeffrey into their room. We were finally going to move our bed from the living room into a bedroom! Rebecca had the top bunk and Jeff the bottom. Clarke would soon join them in his crib but was still in our room in the cradle. “Jeffrey says they are called “bump beds” because you bump your head getting into them.”

Christmas was more fun with them older and taking some interest in how others reacted to gifts. They had enjoyed helping decorate the tree. They opened their stockings on our bed. Rebecca wanted to unwrap and get on to the next while Jeff wanted to play for awhile with each present. Santa didn’t wrap Santa’s gifts so those were seen immediately—didn’t when I was a child either! Rebecca got a Sahsha doll and Jeff a barn with animals. Jeff gave me some nice green glasses, although apparently he had wanted to give me a truck. And Rebecca gave me a blouse although I really liked the bookmark she had made at school.

I won’t give details but it’s worth mentioning, just to demonstrate the time of the 1970s, that my niece, Dana, made leather-link belts for all the cousins and Angenett and Peter’s children made tie/dye shirts. Kathleen also made gifts, including a pillow for Clarke.

Good visits with my brother, Peter, and Angenett. I noted that I really missed the Twight stimulating verbal exchanges with the quiet Morris clan and said that to say that probably sounded awful. That lack of verbal exchange was also one of the things I enjoyed about the Morrises. Funny.

“Rebecca is such a busy girl—wants to be doing something all the time. And demands a lot of feedback. Well, last week I said, (worn out from responding to the constant chatter)—“You’ve got verbal diarrhea”. She knew what diarrhea was but not “verbal”. Bob looked it up in the dictionary with her. She was amused. A little later Jeffrey, holding a plug-in nightlight said, “Children who play with wires get hurt.” We nodded our heads approvingly. “Children who play with wires get verbal diarrhea.”

“The New Year’s party was fun. Interesting people. Bob and I have never gone out on New Year’s before. I met a woman named Candy Fields, whose husband didn’t come because he doesn’t like parties. Both love to backpack. They’ve lived all over the world. I’d met her once before in the doctor’s office –when we both were pregnant–but we’d not talked much. Bob played his banjo and I my accordion, and Bill Harger his guitar. At 2:30 Bob went home. I asked him if he’d mind if I stayed and he didn’t. So we then went to DeRosears for breakfast. Ohdes took me home at 5:30. Couldn’t sleep. Boy, was the next day long! Rebecca went over to Van Duyn’s in the afternoon to stay overnight. Snowing some.”

Adjusting to Three

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And so it began, life with three children, instead of two. Wouldn’t have traded it for anything except I needed another pair of hands. One of the first examples of this occurred when Clarke was 17 days old and I drove downtown, parking in front of Trinity Market. Groggy and tired, I walked across the street to the “dime store”. I carried Clarke in an infant seat and had the other two hang on to me as we crossed. After making a purchase I walked back to the car, holding each child by one hand. Realized when I got to the car that something (someone) was missing. The other two didn’t say anything. Maybe they thought I knew what I was doing. Oh, no…….Put Rebecca and Jeff in the car and raced back across to the store where I found an older woman cooing and chatting with Clarke where I’d left him, in the infant seat, on a space reserved for cutting material.

September 1st, Gil Snyder retired from Golden West Telephone Company and Bob became the district manager. The other employees seemed to be happy that it was him and not someone from outside. It was a great opportunity for him but involved a lot of studying and learning new skills. He began to stay after work for a couple of hours every night.

Had a small 3rd birthday party for Jeff, all I could muster three weeks after welcoming a new baby to the family. The theme was toy soldiers and I made a cake that was shaped like one. I think there were two other boys there—John VanDuyn and Forest Hartman—plus Rebecca.

The last weekend in August we had a backhoe dig a ditch for the new waterline coming from the town system and Bob hired some teenagers to help backfill. For one day with a one-week old baby we had no water.

Rebecca started afternoon kindergarten and enjoyed it. She was really tired by the end of the day though as she had been taking naps off and on until then.

I was nursing Clarke but began to supplement with formula—too tired and too busy to produce much milk I guess. When he was about a month old I drove out to the ranch with the three of them. At the top of the hill, when I got out of the VW beetle to unlock the gate, I heard a sssssssssss.
The left rear tire had a tack in it. I had three choices—walk two miles to the house where there was a phone; walk two miles back down to Waldens’ where there was a phone, if they were home; change the tire. Fortunately we had lunch with us. I backed up to where it was level and started changing the tire. Rebecca distributed lunch, gave Clarke a bottle. I got the lug nuts off only by jumping up and down on the bar. I think we continued on up to the house and changed a sprinkler. We got home around 5:00.

After dinner that night I took Rebecca to the wire sculpture exhibit and art show. When we got home, “Jeffrey stood up on the toilet lid, fell off and chipped three teeth, pushing one tooth up into the gum for a way. “

A few days later Bob and I had dinner with the company boss and his pilot at the Lewiston Hotel.

One day in October, when the children and I were out at the ranch, Rebecca got five stings from wasps. Fortunately they didn’t swell much. She had been sitting on an overturned tub on the porch. We ate dinner at Big Bar on the way home and when Clarke was fussy Marlene Town held him while we ate.

The addition was finished but we didn’t want to move the children into there until we had an intercom. Bob ordered a Heathkit one and “I’m stuck with putting it together.” I think it ended up with me putting one together and him doing the other one. He also ordered a soldering iron and I put that together. “It seems to work o.k.” I’d never done anything like that before. “I kind of enjoy the work while I’m doing it but it takes up what little free time I have and this I resent.”

I took Jeff to nursery school for a couple of days to see how he reacted. He got quite tired but loved to go. I thought he might need something special of his own to counteract the combination of Rebecca and Clarke.

Bob and I both began taking classes on Monday nights—his on personnel and mine music.

“I asked Bob to figure out how much I’d get paid at minimum wages ($1.65) for an 18 hour day, seven days a week job—my present schedule. He figured it on 16 hours and six days with his slide rule–$9,500 a year.”

In mid-October Bob went to Victorville for a week. I went to my music class, leaving Clarke with Florence and getting Kathy Cleaves to stay with the other two.

One evening I took Jeff to the hospital to see whether he needed stitches in his ear lobe. He’d fallen off a chair and hit his ear on the corner of the table. He didn’t.

In October there was a small, traveling circus that came to town. There was one elephant, a trapeze performance, trained ponies and trained dogs. We went in the afternoon and Bob joined us for the last half. Rebecca and Jeff got to touch the elephant, which ate Jeffrey’s cotton candy.

Spring to Fall 1970

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April 14th: Bob was in Laytonville that day. The next day he was in Garberville and then home Thursday night.

That weekend he and Dave rode out to the ranch on a Honda. He cleaned the spring and did some watering. We were having problems with our nearest neighbor out there and his feud with the US Forest Service on access. I took the children out to the airport and we watched two planes take off. Then we went home where I fixed a lunch and we went out to Rush Creek Campground and had a picnic, using a tree stump for a table. They had a good time throwing rocks in the creek and pieces of wood for boats.

“The crew of Apollo 13 is on its way back to earth. An explosion in the main module made them hae to use the lunar module as a source of oxygen. The lunar module and the main module are being brought back together. Carbon dioxide is building up. Also they are worried about a hurricane during the landing.”

Snow flurries on April 26th.

The previous Saturday we had gone out to the ranch. The U.S. Forest Service hd the road cleared Thursday and Friday. We enjoyed being out there again. Threw re lots of apple blossoms, and the lilacs were just starting. Inside the house there were a lot of dead flies and there was mouse dung, which I swept out. Because it was so cold we ate lunch in the car.

Uncle Stanford’s wife, Gertrude’s funeral was during this time. Bob was a pallbearer but I didn’t go. Too much going on and I was really tired. I took the children with me to my check-up –Jeff had such a croupy cough that he couldn’t get his breath. Rebecca got to see blood pressure taken and listened to the baby’s heartbeat. Jeff was put on antibiotics and Dr. Breeden said if got really bad that night to take him to the emergency room.

The day before that I made butter from whipping cream using the mixer. The children were delighted—especially when the buttermilk splashed them.

I went to my music class but left early so Connie Martin (a favorite sitter) wouldn’t have to cope with Jeffrey. I had told her to keep them up as long as possible and they were still up when I got home. He breathed better when he was up.

In May I went to an ecology class in Redding, starting on a Friday night. I went down with Dottie Murphy who taught third grade at Weaverville Elementary School. She was living in a trailer at Indian Creek Trailer Court. While we were at the class I met Warren Bailey and his wife—I had botany and zoology from him when I went to Shasta J.C. Stephanie Mills gave a talk on population We got home around 11:30. The next day the class continued and after fixing breakfast and lunch for Bob and the children I decided I’d better eat elsewhere or “the demands wouldn’t cease”. So I ate at Babe’s and then drove to Redding. I was home by 5:30 and had dinner started when Bob and the children got back from going out to the ranch. That Friday morning the children and I had delivered May baskets to Florence and Doris.

Sunday Bob put up a swing in the cedar tree for the children. I started scrubbing the walls and ceilings in the kitchen. Funny how you go on cleaning binges while pregnant. Later that morning I took the children over to Wilkin’s so we could watch them shear their two sheep and admired the new goslings. “The shearing was fascinating—sheep doesn’t kick around, just lies there.”

“Now we’re fighting in Cambodia—much student reaction in the colleges. “

June 3rd: I worked for Dorothy Underwood in the library that morning—I’d quit May 22nd.

“There was a thunderstorm around Big Bar yesterday afternoon. Bob, on his way to Garberville with Lonny (Pool?) got Lonny to fly over the ranch on their way so he could see what things looked like. The children and I drove out there this evening. We left at 7:00. We met Bob McChesney driving out. He said the fire was up near the upper ranch and under control. Trucks, jeeps and a couple of Hondas were parked in the meadow above the orchard—helicopters kept coming in and landing to load and unload. It appeared to be going up the Big French Creek drainage, looping around the upper ranch, landing in our meadow, taking off and going around the point into Big French Creek. We got home around 9:30.”

My notes now were often long after the fact. Rebecca celebrated her birthday at home with just us and Uncle Peter came over just as they were going to bed. She was pleased. A few days later she had a party from 10-12. Winnie the Pooh invitations went out to 8 children. Cake was Winnie the Pooh also. They made crowns and played pin-the-tail on Eeyore.

Sometime during June there was a meeting with the USFS and others on the proposed wilderness area.

Bob met with some environmental people to fly over the proposed wilderness area. They were going to land at Ft. Jones and hike in to some place near Cecilville and stay overnight. He was to come home the next afternoon.

Bob and Dave Ohde went with Herb Upham to Berkeley where Ted Lewis gave them a grand tour of the engineering department including views of pictures taken under an electron microscope. They stayed overnight with the Lewises. Hard to remember but I think Herb was a promising high school student that both Bob and Dave wanted to encourage.

On our 7th anniversary we drove to Lewiston for dinner and ate at the Lewiston Hotel. Then we drove around the lake and also up to look at the new reflector site.

Ohdes had bees and they gave us some honey they had extracted. They started collecting honey at 9:30 at night and finished at 3:30 a.m.

One evening after work Tom drove out to Trinity Center to look at a large galvanized tank that someone wanted to sell. He bought it. In early July we drove to the McDonald’s place on Coffee Creek to pick up the eight foot galvanized water tank. Bob had spent all the day before building a wooden frame to fit on the Coot trailer. (Coot trailers must have been made to carry the offroad Coot vehicle. I had no knowledge of that. Maybe they used it at the store. I had to look this up.). The McDonalds only used their place in the summer. Their daughter and her family were staying there. There was no power. The place looks out across Coffee Creek toward Billy’s Peak. Deep, irrigated pasture –water from a ditch ran into Boulder Creek. It was cloudy and cool that day. We ate lunch that we’d brought at Uncle Stanford’s visiting with him for about an hour, then drove back to Weaverville. He dropped us off at the foot of our driveway and we walked up to get the VW and drove out to the ranch to watch Bob unload the tank up above the meadow. It was 7:00 by then and we had to get back to town because the Coot trailer had no lights. While Bob returned the trailer I drove down to the A&W and got hamburgers and root beer. We’d had graham crackers and Cool-ade before leaving the ranch.

That Monday Rebecca was sick. After a couple of days she was better but then her temperature went up again. Jeff went to Dennis Hooper’s birthday party. Both children were invited but I kept her home.

Had some good visits with Angenett and children. One day we went swimming with them out at Mule Creek where it runs into the lake. Rebecca and Jeff loved it. They’d never been around that much safe water before and were able to run and splash and play alligator till exhausted. “I wore my pregnancy swimming suit and paddled around a little too.” I remember it was black and had a red rose right over my belly button.

We took the children to the 4th of July parade. I wrote that it wasn’t much of a parade that year. Got a pink helium balloon for Rebecca and a green one for Jeffrey. They loved it when they got them home and could let them hit the ceiling and still have the string within reach. Some “cave men” scared Jeffrey and made him cry. Bob and the two children were sitting in the sun on the curb; I was standing behind them in the shade. I tried to get to him in time but didn’t make it. I remember cave men in a parade in Dunsmuir, one of the few we ever went to, coming up to me –all sweaty and scary. After dinner that Saturday we went out to the ranch. Really hot out there too. “I started out the day removing a mouse nest with dead mice from the closet and scraping a maggoty one up off the floor. Ugh.” After breakfast of bacon and pancakes Bob mowed the lawn, which was very deep. Rebecca worked voluntarily in a phonics book while he mowed. Jeff colored, played with various toys. I let them run through the sprinkler before naps and later. “I spent most of the day sponge-mopping the floor-made me feel a lot better about the mice, flies, etc. Also weeded the strawberry patch which is being thoroughly chewed by grasshoppers.”

When we got back to town around 9:30 at night the house was hot and crawling with ants. Got the children to bed (Jeff with a temperature of 102) “sponge-mopped from our bed in the living room to the kitchen to get rid of any sticky places and to squash ants. Then started on the stove area, which was swarming. Bob found an army of them coming into the house up the wall of the addition. He soaked the area with water and washed off the wall, which seemed to help. Was up about every half hour that night with Jeff whose temperature was 104 at 7 a.m.”

The next day was my check-up and I’d lost four pounds. Rebecca went to Jessica’s birthday party. I took Jeff to see Dr. Breeden who prescribed some stuff. That night was another croupy night for him. He was better the next day but still not well. I took Rebecca to Mary Ann Field’s for Spanish lesson. (I’d forgotten we were trying to do that with our eldest children. Not sure that lasted very long. Maybe with Maria?)

Bob went to a historical society meeting to report on the smoke/fire alarm he had installed for the museum.

It was September 11th before I wrote anything again in my journal. Clarke Stanford Morris was born in early August! Took him a long time to decide it was time to arrive and then came quite suddenly. Dr. Breeden, rushing, was locked out of the hospital and that created a bit of a stir. Then someone momentarily put his cap on over his eyes.

“Three is a lot more than two so far as care and maintenance are concerned.”

1970 Arrives

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This was just a really bad year for childhood illnesses. Sometimes a couple of other parents and I would trade off on having a “play day” at our respective houses. One Friday afternoon, after hosting: Mary Beth and Debbie Kaz, Nancy and John Van Duyn—Rebecca got sick and by Saturday was really sick. She didn’t eat all day and couldn’t even hold down juice. Sunday she was better but had itchy spots on her back. Jeff developed some blisters and I suspected chicken pox, which turned out to be correct. A week later Rebecca got something else that included a hugely swollen gland in her neck. No antibiotics for the chicken pox for either of them but this needed antibiotics.

Bob went to Garberville that Monday and Doris picked up my sitter (also took her home) and she and I went to the music class. Tuesday he called and said they were having to work late into the night and he wasn’t even sure he’d even be home Friday.

“Am quite tired—guess mostly due to pregnancy. Think this will be another August baby.” I had some worries this time about a possible miscarriage and had to spend some timem, off and on, lying down.

The children weren’t well at Christmas but a few days later were healthy. At least we had lights and water that year. The children enjoyed decorating the tree. “Jeff spent most of his time holding and admiring decorations.” We put a little tree in their room, complete with a small string of lights. The family Christmas dinner was at Dick and Kay’s.

I’d gotten way behind on ironing what with sick children and Bob and I seemed to get colds fairly often—(when kids got sick) plus my own busyness so took it to Debbie Mortimeyer. She also ironed sometimes when we were at the ranch in the summer where there wasn’t enough electricity for an iron.

I took the children to see Ring of Bright Water. They enjoyed it. Took apple cider and cookies, which helped. Bob got home that night, around 10, from an overnight trip to Mad River.

After a very tragic fire down the street from us, that took the lives of two children and severally injured another, the town was in shock. Bob talked in terms of setting up smoke detectors in the house. “We’re wondering if eventually building laws will be such that no house will pass inspection unless smoke and fire detectors are installed. No different than safety belts.” I didn’t realize until typing this that smoke alarms weren’t common then.

January 6th “Must do something I really enjoy that means something to me. Haven’t taken a long walk by myself or spent a morning bird watching in years. Feeling depressed about it tonight.”

On the 22nd I wrote “Bob spent last week going back and forth between Weaverville and Mad River, arriving home Friday night. That Monday I went to Big Bar to hear Biz Johnson speak on water and mining claim problems. Roast beef dinner and a drink for $3.15—“delicious”. I rode down with Dave Ohde and was glad I didn’t have to drive in the rain. “Biz Johnson didn’t have much to say but Hazel Wilburn had some specific things to say.”

This is a photo from 1968 but will help readers understand what Bob was working on and how excited people were to get mobile phones.

Bob and I went to see Romeo and Juliet. It was well done. Ohdes were there and we went to their house for awhile afterwards.

Marne Wilkins quit work at the library and Dorothy Underwood took her place. I learned that I’d placed first in the civil service Intermittent Ranger exam, 88.89 on the written and 92 on the oral and education exam.

Bob was working on his project every night. I wish I could remember what it was now.

Weaverville became part of the widespread flu epidemic and Rebecca was the first one to come down with it in our household. I stayed home from work to take care of her. On February 16th her temperature went up to 104.6 twice. I took her to see Dr. Breeden and she was put on antibiotics but the temperature remained high. By the 19th she was finally recovering and Jeffrey was getting sick. She still had bronchitis and looked awful but was better. The night of the 16th we were up with her a good part of the night. I kept sponging her “She’d sleep for an hour, then wake up crying. After being comforted she’d sing for awhile and go back to sleep. At 5 a.m. –temperature 104.4 we put her in the bathtub for 20 minutes to try to cool her off. At 7 a.m. it finally dropped. I ended up staying home from work all week.

Bob worked on putting cedar boards in the addition that weekend and I’d gone to see the movie Sweet Charity with the Ohdes.

The previous week we had gone to Redding to hear Paul Erlich speak on population. That was kind of a strange experience. Here I was pregnant with our third child and going to hear about how there were too many people being born. Not only that but I had to use the restroom just before people were allowed into the auditorium (too many had shown up to all fit) and when I got out my companions were gone! They’d gone inside and I was stuck in the lobby. It was shown on TV there but I wasn’t a happy camper. When the program was over they came out and decided to take me for ice cream. Good decision.

One week we tried to go out to the ranch but the road was closed by a dirt slide just above Walden’s. We walked up the road a little way, went back to the car and got our lunch, and then sat by a small stream that had a moss covered waterfall and ate.

Bob and Jim Pierce brought up a chair we had bought from Jim’s parents and we planned to also purchase a couch. Paid only $65 for them.

In late February Bob walked out to the ranch. He found that there was a big washout at the second culvert below the house—25 feet deep and 50 feet long. “He’s quite discouraged and is actually speaking in terms of trading it for land closer to town and more accessible. “

We went to a dinner at the Country Kitchen sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce for Citizens of the Year. Lucille and Gil Snyder and Al Wilkins received awards.

Bob flew to Victorville and would return on Friday.

My monthly checkup—I’d gained eight pounds.

“Last week was awful. Monday and Tuesday afternoons I worked from 1-5 in a training session at the Joss House. Thursday and Friday Dorothy Underwood worked my morning shift at the library while I substituted for Mr. Clark-both days. “

And suddenly it was March 17th, a Tuesday. Bob went to Garberville Monday night and would be back Friday night.

Chopping block and seeds

Kay had a boy—Michael David Morris. Jeffrey had a very bad, croupy cough. Nancy Van Duyn came over after ballet, as she usually did. Marilyn wanted me to watch Nancy and John the next afternoon and I wanted to monitor Jeff’s cough so I decided to be home for that and then work at the Joss House Friday afternoon.

In late March we left Rebecca and Jeff with Florence and Leonard for a few days while we went to the Bay Area. My brother and his wife were out of town and loaned us their apartment for a few days. We went to UC Berkley campus where Bob spent some time in the engineering library and I walked around. We ate lunch in the student union and went to the campus bookstore and a few others. Went to Mr. Mopps. Went to San Francisco to see the Committee but it was sold out so we went up to Bocca Ball where three people sang operatic parts, interspersed with piano and accordion music. Very enjoyable even though drinks were “3.50 each time”.

“The North Beach area is really hippy-two different restaurants we went into—one in Berkeley and one in Palo Alto– had signs in the windows saying “No Bare Feet”. We stopped in a hippy button store and got a few and a poster.

The next day we went to Palo Alto and spent most of the afternoon on the Stanford campus. Ate dinner at the Black Forest Restaurant with Gene Ammon. Afterwards we went to his apartment to talk awhile. Stayed in a motel in Palo Alto.

Thursday we searched for an Indian storybook doll for Rebecca and finally found one. Bob ordered a book and we bought a couple of Beatrix Potter books for the children. Stopped for half an hour to talk to Janie Nelson and then visited with Hans Nelson where he worked for Geologic Survey in marine geology. Hans was a seasonal naturalist at Crater Lake the first summer I was there. He showed us a lot of the equipment he uses. We also visited briefly with Mrs. Anderson, Bob’s former landlady. Got home late Thursday and picked up the children Friday morning.

The day before Easter Bob took the kids down to a grassy hillside to fly kites.

“That vacation trip was really nice: dinners without constant interruption, conversations on an adult level; browsing through bookstores.”

Fall 1969

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It was almost two weeks into September when I played catch-up with my journal, noting only that I’d taken Jeff to see Dr. Polka because he had developed a terrible, croupy cough.

We’d promised Rebecca a backpack trip that spring and, although she probably didn’t remember that promise, decided that this was the time. She was really excited about it. We left Jeffrey with Florence, hoping he wouldn’t keep her up at night, and drove out Canyon Creek, stopping at the cabin, where Hurds and friends were staying, to borrow a cup and spatula.

We headed up the trail—me with the three sleeping bags, Rebecca’s blanket and the camera, and Bob with everything else—including his attaché case! Headed up the trail about 11 a.m. She did very well although fussing sometimes. She wanted to climb every rock along the trail. All these years later I still can’t believe we took a 4-year old that far, about four miles, to the Sinks. There was lots of dogwood, big Douglas firs, and cedar but no water. Fortunately we’d taken a canteen. I played games of “do you think there’s an elf behind that rock”?, hide-and-go-seek, and other diversions but eventually we hit a stretch out in the sun where she started crying. About then, Bob, who had often gone ahead and then come back to check on us, came back and said the camp was just ahead and she ran to catch up with him.

The Sinks got that name because water goes underground there and then comes up again. There were big cedars and maple trees. There was trash but we went across some rocks and found a nice spot where the two branches of the creek joined. Here there was a pool with a little beach of white, granite sand. We cooled off and Rebecca even gave her little doll, John, a swim. Back at camp Bob built a stove, using rocks and a stovetop from another site. We ate dinner and Rebecca helped wash dishes while Bob studied. She was up and down to the creek many times. “Before going to bed Rebecca asked Bob about tigers and he said there weren’t any, but might be mountain lions. Very reassuring! But he told her they were afraid of people.”

Right after we bedded down a doe with large twin fawns came tromping around. Rebecca had chosen a camp spot about 50 feet from our sleeping bags and I asked her if she would be more comfortable with us. She was glad to move. The deer made a lot of noise and I think I’d have wanted to move closer too.

At breakfast Rebecca mixed the pancake batter and washed all the breakfast dishes, except for the griddle. She loved it! “The dish washing pans were on two stumps and she was just the right height for them.” Later she spotted a large hornet nest up in one of the maples (Bob had seen it earlier).

She seemed quite tired that morning so I suggested we leave earlier than planned and it was a good thing we did. She got more and more tired and fussy. After lunch she wanted to lie down on every flat rock with her blanket. I began to think she was coming down with something and she began to complain of a stomachache and a headache. When we got home she had a temperature of 104 and complained of being cold. While Bob took the store truck out to the ranch to get the washing machine I called the hospital and Dr. Polka saw her and said she had tonsillitis. Frank Hicks opened the drugstore to get medication for her. I felt terrible that she had walked that far while she was so sick. The medication must have taken immediate affect because by the next day the fever was gone although she was fatigued and cranky.

In reading my notes I’ve been surprised that the children were sick or had colds as often as they did. I guess that’s normal for small children but all these years later I didn’t remember the frequency.

September 10th—I took the children over to Hooper’s and I went to work at the high school library. “Pay is $2.34 per hour and I work from 8:15 to 12:15. With that salary I can just pay a sitter, taxes and maybe make $4 a day. If it doesn’t go up in a few months I’ll quit. My job is to police a study hall and do librarian work also. Marne Wilkins works from 12:30 to 4:20. “

Kathleen was coming to our house after school again.

That weekend we went out to the ranch. Bob went with us but then drove the truck home. I picked some strawberries, green beans and lettuce. And some squash to take aback to Weaverville the next day. Picked lots of apples and put them in boxes in the car.

“I think Rebecca’s unwinding a little. She and Jeff have had other children around for three days, morning and afternoon. She can’t take the lack of privacy.”

My next entry wasn’t until Sept. 22nd and I mentioned being tired and that “Seems as if I’m on my feet all day—in the library and at home.” That Friday I’d worked all day because Marne had to be out of town. “6th period was terrible.”

Rebecca and Jeff began staying in the mornings at Dorothy and Jim Pierce’s house. They lived just a short distance down the street from where we did. They had two boys, seven and five and the 5-year old was home mornings. Our two and Ronny, the younger boy, seemed to get along well. Dorothy even made Rebecca a pink plaid duffle bag because she went there in her pajamas and then changed into clothes.

Bob had a cement truck come and he and Bill H., and the driver poured the walls and floor for the sump. Bob didn’t get through until nearly nine.

September 23rd, Bob had to leave for Fresno. He got back around 1:00 a.m. Thursday morning. Brought a cable car for Jeff and a Snoopy ring for Rebecca. That Friday I substituted for coaches. If the high school needed a sub they’d pull me out of the library. “It was really a frustrating, ridiculous experience as half the school was gone.” Florence invited us over for a venison dinner, which was nice. Saturday I drove to Redding to take a civil service test for an intermediate ranger, hoping for some part-time work at the Joss House.

The previous week, two boys I’d taught in fifth grade were using guns and one accidentally got killed. Really upset me for a while. Nice youngsters.

November 8th I wrote that we had moved back into our house after spending three weeks with Florence and Leonard because our sewer completely stopped functioning. But by November 8th we were all hooked up to the town system—the pump installed in the sump, etc. Bob worked evenings and weekends to get it done—sometimes until 11 o’clock at night. I did a lot of backfilling with the ditch and cleaning dirt off the road.

Rebecca was taking ballet from Marilyn Van Duyne. She loved her tutu and didn’t think it at all funny when Grandpa Leonard asked her whether that was her fourfour.

One night Marilyn and her daughters (Jane and Nancy), Doris (and her daughter Linda), Rebecca and I went to Redding to see Peter and the Wolf and parts of Swan Lake and the Nutcracker Suite. Marilyn brought sandwiches; Doris tickets; and I took everyone to the restroom. After the lights went out we munched tuna sandwiches and pickles and after the program we went to Sambo’s where we sat with Bev Forero and sons. We used to travel a long way for a bit of culture!

I took the two children to the homecoming game because Cheryl was running for homecoming queen. Rebecca knew a number of the people who were there and said, “Mommy, the whole world came!” We left at halftime.

Marilyn, Doris, Bev Forero and I went to see a modern dance program. “A mixed color group. Creative and varied. I didn’t know so much could be said in modern dance. Beautiful bodies.”

Bob was gone quite a bit in October. Several trips to Garberville. He and I took the children around trick-or-treating on Halloween. Rebecca was a bit hesitant about knocking on doors but Jeff just marched right in.

We were trying to make sure none of our apples went to waste. One weekend I took Kurt Parkan out to pick for his family. Another Hal, Dorothy, and Gail Goodyear came out, and another Doris, Eric and Linda Ohde.

One night Marilyn, Jane, Nancy, Rebecca and I went to Redding to see a marionette program –Jack-and-the-Beanstalk and the Three Billy Goats Gruff. It was well done.

On November 8th I cleaned house and Florence helped me move stuff from their place to ours because Bob had to work up on Oregon Mountain all day.

Two weeks later I wrote that Bob had installed a speaker that he had originally made for Nancy and David Adrian but they didn’t need anymore so we could finally listen to records.

We started trying a new baby sitter off and on, Maria Diaz. She was from Brazil and had moved to the U.S. three years ago. She was going to the high school as a foreign exchange student and was 22.

Bob had gone to the ranch to work on the tractor. It needed new spark plugs and he was going to drive it down to near Walden’s where I was to pick him up. I was in the middle of making a pie when he called to say he was leaving the ranch. So I finished the pie and did some errands and ended up being an hour late to get him. I was so sure it would take him two hours but he said an hour and a half. Felt really bad when I finally got there because he was so cold.

I started going to a music class taught by Dick DeRosear at the Elementary school—a rhythm class for adults that was the same as what he taught children. There were about ten of us there.

My job was pretty frustrating. Got tired of disciplining. And it was also really cold in the high school library. The heating system was blowing cold air in.

Rebecca looked at the pink clouds one morning and said, “Maybe it’s getting ready for a pink rainstorm.”

August Ends

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Late July: had green beans, lettuce and squash from the garden tonight. My hands were getting black lines in them from the apples. Well, and probably the blackberries.

After a breakfast of applesauce, French toast and bacon, I made a lunch, Bob mowed the lawn, and we left for Ironside Mt. Lookout arriving there a little before noon. We stopped first in Big Bar to get the ingredients for ice cream. “Just as we got there a car containing John and Judy Schilling and son, Jeffrey, drove up. So we all chatted, ate lunch, made ice cream and ate it. They left around 3:30 and we about an hour later. It was very nice seeing Doris again—I miss talking to her in the summer. They have a tent set up for Eric and Linda when they’re there.”

Lots of clearcuts to be seen from Ironside and one big cut just before reaching the lookout—really a mess. Eric and Linda go down to a deep hole fed by a spring in this clearcut area and swim in it. I took up a few apples, applesauce and squash.

From the lookout we could see all of the New River area, Daley Ranch, Moss Lumber and Salyer. Could look out across to Potato Mt., Mary Blaine, Pony Mt. and Limestone Ridge. Lots of fires started in the New River and Six Rivers areas from the last storm. We could see smoke coming from Grouse Creek.

Monday evening Bob called at 5:00 to say he wanted to stay in town that night to finish up some work as they were really swamped.

Both children played a lot in the plastic pool that afternoon. “Rebecca is doing much better. She is really quite a complicated little individual and it’s hard for me to see the whole picture. She’s reading , and re-reading, Bronson’s book on Coyotes—also her book on the American Indians. She seems to enjoy the Burgess books a lot and has a book of poems from the library called “Just Around the Corner”. “

A few days later Bob needed to stay in town again. He was going to work on the translator with Jim Austin the next day and on pipe fixtures at the house in the afternoon. After he got home he saw something that needed correcting so went up and worked on it more, taking Dave Ohde with him. He was hurrying and so something went wrong and he went up again that night and worked on it. “He called from Oregon Mt. at 10:30 saying he was just leaving. I suggested that he stay in town another night rather than coming clear out to the ranch. He sounded so tired.”

That day I had baked two apple pies and frozen one. Also made chocolate chip cookie dough but only one batch of cookies because the house was getting quite warm from the oven. “Rebecca and Jeffrey ate up under the apple tree. She wanted a lunch menu so I put what was to be for lunch on a green folded paper entitled-Menu—Rebecca’s Tree House. “

The next day I baked the rest of the cookies and worked on the fence around the little pear tree. The children stayed in the orchard with me, munching apples, until Rebecca took Jeffrey down to the house and read a book to him for over half an hour. I nailed together some 2 x 4s, plywood and a small log to make another longer table under the apple tree. I added to Rebecca’s menu and the three of us ate lunch up there.

When Jeff wants his shoes and socks off he says, “feet off, feet off.” He wants three or four books read to him when he goes down for a nap or at bedtime.

I was reading a book by William O. Douglas called “My Wilderness” about the Pacific Northwest. He had hiked and camped in that area since boyhood and did a wonderful job of describing it. He also talked bout areas he used to reach by trail that now had paved roads into them.

August 1969

Angenett and children arrived on a Tuesday and stayed overnight. They played in the sprinkler and the little pool. We made home-made ice cream. The next day we ate breakfast in shifts. Bob and Jeff first because he had to go to work. The rest of us took a walk up through the meadow. After lunch they played some more and Nick helped me pick apples for them to take with them when they left that afternoon to go back out to Coffee Creek. Angenett and I had a good visit. After they left the two children and I took naps.

A couple of days later Bob brought home the news that Cheryl Morris and Janet A. had been in a car accident, totaling Janet’s car. Cheryl had some puncture wounds in her knee.

Made yeast cinnamon rolls and helped Rebecca make cookies. She was getting quite good at using measuring spoons. Picked nearly a gallon of green beans from our garden. After lunch we drove down to the creek and the children played in the water for about an hour. Both were getting more used to moving water and slippery rocks.

Rebecca was reading a book about babies—how they are conceived, etc. I read it to her a couple of times first. She was very interested and treated it very matter-of-factly as if it were any library book but slightly special.

One Sunday we took the children to Florence and Leonard’s and went out to the lake to join Gilda and Sandy and the Riordans on the Sander’s raft. We all went in their boat out on the lake to water ski. Bob came right up on the first try—hadn’t skied for seven or eight years. I’d never done it and it took me many tries but I finally made it and was up three or four times. Once I figured out that my left leg was stronger it made getting up easier. We went back to the raft for drinks and dinner. The next day we were both very sore.

We now had two ditches across our driveway in town (top and bottom). The plan was to have a pipe going down to a sump by Oregon Street and pump from there up into the sewer district pipe.

After a trip to Redding to see the pediatrician we learned that Rebecca would need to start wearing a brace at night to help correct her toeing in. We’d need to take an old pair of high-top shoes down to have them attached to a metal brace. Also had to order new corrective shoes for both children. Rebecca and I went to lunch at Sambo’s afterwards where I saw my Shasta College speech and drama instructor. She remembered me after she learned my former name.

Out at the ranch again, a couple of days later, I did two batches of laundry; baked 4 dozen cookies; went to Big Bar and bought oil for the generator; went to Price Creek and picked blackberries. Gave Rebecca an extra nickel on her allowance because she did such a good job of babysitting Jeff by picking blackberries for both of them and playing with him in the car. After lunch all of us napped. I sorted berries first though, setting aside four cups for a pie, freezing three pints, and saving enough for dessert.

On August 21st I borrowed Florence and Leonard’s car, with air conditioning, and took the two children to Quincy to see Peter and family. Peter was going to Forestry School there. “It sure takes a lot longer to drive and feed, give drinks, pick toys off the floor, etc.” with just one adult. The Forestry Camp was off a dirt road about 10 miles from Quincy. They were living in one side of a duplex. The children’s beds were on a long, screened porch. We slept in a tent cabin where Angenett kept their clothes. Friends of theirs arrived shortly afterward with three children. Angenett took us to Nancy and David Adrian’s while she did laundry. They were living in a big house but were about to move. The next day we left for Weaverville. When we got there, around 4:00, we had to walk up to the house because of the ditches. I left the children in the house and then made 3 wheelbarrow loads up to the house. We were all exhausted.

The following day I put gas in Florence and Leonard’s car and traded the car for our truck. Went to Trinity Gas but no one was there to put the gas tanks in the truck. Worked on the ditch for 20 minutes, but it was hot. Vacuumed the house. Children were coming down with a bug. Went to the gas company again but it was 5:00 and they were closed. The people at Wards called Carol Weingardner for me. He had apparently driven around town looking for the truck and had gone home. I was really embarrassed. Went to his house and he traded tanks for me. They were going out and we had delayed them. Drove to Big Bar, ate a sandwich and salad there. Went home, put children to bed, hauled things from the truck. Set sprinklers in the garden. Bob must have been out of town because I was wondering what he was doing that night.

Next day—kids with fevers. Bob called saying he’d be home around 9:00 or 10:00 that night, then called a little before 9:00 pm and said he was in Redding and would stay in Weaverville that night.

By Saturday we could drive to the first turn on the Weaverville driveway. Took Jeff in to get medication.

Tuesday was Jeff’s 2nd birthday and he loved it. Florence and Leonard gave him a big cab with a trailer van with four horses in it; a stick horse from Rebecca who also received one, at her suggestion; and some wooden cars. Grandparents came for dinner and the cake was shaped and decorated like a truck. The next day I went over to the high school to talk to Marne Wilkins about my job in the library. I would have the morning shift and she’d take the afternoon. Nice library in the new high school. The down side would be having students using the library for study hall.

On the 31st I drove to Big Bar where we got gas for the car and the three containers filled for the generator. We ate lunch at Town’s—grilled cheese sandwiches for the children, hamburger and coffee for me. I was still making applesauce and jelly.

Florence and I talked about doing a book together with me doing the writing and her the illustrations. Sure wish that had happened!

Summer Progresses

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Sometimes being up a beautiful canyon, four miles from the nearest neighbor, had a down side. One day in mid-June, around 1:00, I had a phone call from Frank Walden saying that Maureen had seen five motorcycles going up our road past their place. I locked the doors and called Bob when I could hear them. My being upset got Rebecca upset and that wasn’t a good thing. I later chastised myself for showing my nervousness. They didn’t go past us but perhaps had gone up the old road and gotten above some way. I called Maureen and she said they hadn’t come down. Around six Bob called from Big Bar and said that five people were loading motorcycles into a truck at Big Bar. They must have had trouble with one because of it taking so long for them to return to the highway. It was raining a little and not really good for riding.

In town again for a couple of days, Bob brought home his five-year anniversary pin (with the phone company) and the matching necklace for me. I started sawing plywood to make a stove for Rebecca. Bob dug all the dirt off the top of the septic tank. I took the children and went to the Laundromat. Washed all the towels from the Weaverville house. We headed back to the ranch that evening and ate dinner at Big Bar at the Towne’s restaurant. The children seemed happy to be back there, rolling down the lawn and playing on the porch.

Rebecca was reading now and I noted that she seemed really tired and I was going to have to limit her to just two books in bed at naptime and at bedtime. “She is really such a pleasure most of the time—is getting an occasional insight, has a clever sense of humor.” Jeff was starting to supply the final word of lines of several songs and of the Hop on Pop book. He was also beginning to put two words together at a time like “daddy’s shoe”.

I was reading a book called “Death at an Early Age” about African American ghetto schools in Boston.

We moved a treadle sewing machine out to the ranch and I was able to do some sewing with it. Nice to be able to do that without starting up the generator.

The children liked to coast down the slope of the lawn on the kiddie car and a little Playschool wagon.
One day while they were napping I painted the window frame on the fenced porch as well as the doorframe. We used a quick-drying latex paint on the floors and I’d paint the floors off and on during the summer.

There was a maple tree along the road below the barn, that leaned out at almost a right angle, that Rebecca liked to climb. We’d walk down the road so she could do that and I’d coax Jeff to walk back.

One morning Rebecca helped me make a pineapple upside-down cake. It looked and smelled so good after we baked it that we each had a small piece. And had another piece with lunch and more with dinner that night. “Jeffrey calls it an up-down cake.”

To celebrate Gilda and Sandy Sanders’ 25th wedding anniversary there was a gathering at Cedar Stock Resort. We took the children to Florence and Leonard’s so we could attend.

Bob worked on the ceiling in the addition the next day and I got chard and more raspberries from Florence. Froze some of the berries and took some out to the ranch. Grasshoppers and leaf-hoppers were chewing away on the cucumbers and other vegetables in our garden.

One evening, after work, we all went to Colleen’s so I could purchase a dress. I don’t remember this or the occasion for which it was purchased but I was trying to be sure I got something Bob would like. “It’s bright yellow with a shocking pink trim and white daisies’– about three on the front and one on each sleeve, with pink centers. About ¾ length sleeves. Very bright! I had a preconceived idea of something more of a white or blue sheath, which this definitely wasn’t but also want to wear clothes Bob likes. I buy so few dresses I’m not really sure how his taste runs—he was making much more conservative choices till he saw this one. Anyhow, I’m happy to have it.”

During a 3-hour children’s nap I made a half recipe of fudge, weeded in the garden, hauled some 2 x 4s up from the barn so I could fix a prop for the peach tree, cut a lot more grass around the edge of the lawn, took down the laundry. I’d called Trinity Gas that morning and they said they’d bring gas the next day—not exactly willingly. Bob usually called before he left town but didn’t that day. Our phone had gone out. After naps the children played in the small plastic pool. Jeff “practically rolled” in the water –“had more fun!”

We started having our morning snacks out on the back porch in a patch of sun. The children would eat and talk. I read and talked. “Very pleasant”.

The phone was working again and that evening Bob called and said he had a chance to get a load of wood for free out at Minersville so ate in town, drove out to get the wood, and called at nine to say he was on his way home.

On the 4th of July, before the parade, we bought (50 cents) a big, yellow, helium-filled balloon from the Boy Scouts for Rebecca, her first (my first too!) and tied it around her wrist. She loved it. Then, after short naps, we went out to Canyon Creek for a family gathering that included the Hurds, Vernon and Ruth Ryan, and Nancy and David Adrian and their children.

Back in town that Sunday afternoon I took Rebecca to see the movie Dr. Doolittle. It was too long for her and had too much singing but otherwise was ok. “She consumed more goodies than I should have allowed but she was tired and also restless.”

The next weekend we were back in town again. Moon Lee was having a party and, sitting on our porch drinking iced tea, I recognized Leonard’s voice and a laugh that was familiar but that I couldn’t place. The Lees lived right across the street from us, on a small hill.

In town the following weekend, Bob had begun digging a ditch for the sewer line from the house. One morning I vacuumed white sheetrock dust from his work on the ceiling in the addition while the children watched Captain Kangaroo. After lunch the next day I helped with digging the ditch. about six feet, 18 inches deep. “It’s very hard work and I’m quite tired tonight.” The ditch was completed though from the septic tank down to where a backhoe could reach it. This was when we were still planning on an easement from our neighbors, but a week later they informed us that they weren’t giving us an easement.

“Rebecca was going to sleep outside tonight in her tent. I took her sleeping bag out and flashlight. About five minutes later, here she came, lugging the whole works—she’d changed her mind. Maybe she can nap out there tomorrow just to get used to the idea.”

In mid-July I built a tree house in the apple tree nearest the generator shed. “Made a wooden ladder to get to the first platform and made another platform above that. It took a long time and by the end of the day I was screeching at Rebecca and had bruised my thumbs from hitting them with a hammer. My own fault I guess for starting it with my limited carpentry abilities but it’s pretty nice now. Rebecca had no nap and was anxious to play in it so we fought over property rights. “

The next day I was working on some boards for fences around the little trees. I was getting nails from on the back porch and Rebecca stepped over the ladders we used like fencing along the edge of that porch. I yelled, “Don’t go over there” but she did anyway, tripped and fell off the edge about eight feet. I ran around to where she’d landed, mostly on rocks, and she was lying on her back screaming. It knocked the wind out of her, and she had abrasions on one shoulder blade, her lower back and her head. After she lay on the couch for awhile she complained about her stomach, so of course I had visions of internal injuries. I thought it was probably fright and having the wind knocked out of her but figured I should call the doctor just in case. I dialed the number and the phone went dead. So we drove to Big Bar where I called again. Reassured (Dr. B. said that the worst thing to do if it had been internal injuries was going on our rough road—thanks doc) but by the time we got home she seemed suspiciously healthy.

July 21st we went out to Coffee Creek to Alice and Horace’s delightful cabin. That was fun –with Florence and Leonard, Alice and Horace, and several cousins. There was a shallow area in the creek where the children could play. Leonard caught fish so we had fish with dinner the second night. We cleaned up after dinner and came home where we watched “the men step on the moon and the rock-collecting events. Fascinating –looked as if they were jumping in water—slow motion. “

Several Trinity County residents were interviewed by the Trinity Journal about their reactions to the moon landing.
Robert Morris: “The basic principles used in the moon landing have been around since Newton formulated the basic laws of mechanical motion, but the technology required to do this job is extremely recent. Without the digital computer, we’d never have gotten off the ground, and all the other technologies involved are very recent. I think that probably the most important thing that has been demonstrated by this accomplishment is the crucial requirements of meticulous planning and reliability of systems. We’ve never had this kind of reliability in any technological system before and we’ve learned a lot about achieving reliability in all kinds of technological systems now.”

Bob was happy because someone was being transferred from Victorville to help him at work. He has been swamped.

Summer 1969 continued

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Reading these journal entries and looking back on our life then, from where I am now, all these years later, is a bit like being my own grandparent. Sometimes I think, really? You said that? Or you thought that? Why didn’t you……? And once in awhile—Good for you! As a couple we were at a stage where we were still sorting things out about life—what was important to each of us, what was important to us as a couple—and we had two children, two homes, and not enough time or money. In some ways all of these issues continue through one’s life but gaining maturity gives us more strength to deal with it, to weigh things with fewer distractions.

Bob had originally planned to live in the Bay Area and immerse himself in the science for which he had trained. With a background in electrical engineering and experience with some of the first laser technology he would probably have been quite successful. But he had such a strong bond with Trinity County that he also wanted to live there. I’d been raised in state parks and had a major in wildlife conservation so Trinity County was perfect for me, and my fondness for the outdoors. All those roads taken and not taken combined to bring us together and into a complex relationship, not only with each other but also with the land that we both loved.
The streams and rivers were high that year due to snowmelt.
Late in April Rebecca and I walked over to the bog and collected some frog eggs to watch turning into tadpoles and then frogs.

Another day I noticed, from the upper end of the meadow, a very sweet, strong smell drifting up and finally tracked it to a large madrone fully in bloom.

Rebecca and I were delighted to discover that we could get books from the elementary school library. So we started getting books downtown AND from the elementary school. I also started taking her to nursery school to see how she would like it and to give her more interactions with other children.
I was still looking into employment possibilities and interviewed for a job at Junction City School but didn’t get it. One day I subbed for Marne Wilkins in the high school library. Jan Hooper watched the children.

I needed to make an exhibit for the museum “in my capacity as Natural Sciences chairman” and wrote to the Sierra Club in Arcata and to Humboldt State asking whether they had information about plants used by Native Americans. This was long before the days of Google!

La Grange Cabin: Florence invited us to a potluck picnic at the cabin on the La Grange Ditch. I made a salad, carrying Jeff in the pack in the process because he wouldn’t let me put him down, and we drove up on Weaver Bally. “It’s small and has dove-tail corners just like the house at the ranch. Hal and Dorothy Goodyear went too and the men measured the building. They’re hoping to move it down to the museum. The La Grange Ditch used to run right under it. Many maples around. Quite dark. We sat on the ground near the cars and ate. Drove back to Weaverville and went to the museum to look over a possible site.” When we got home Jeff had a temperature of 101. No wonder he’d been fussy.

Mid-May: “This morning I saw a small (about 13 inches) garter snake, with yellow stripes, swallowing a toad that appeared to have a body length of about 1 ½ inches. The snake had just the head in its mouth when I spotted it in the driveway, right beside the truck. I got my camera and Bob and Rebecca came along to see it. We watched while the snake continued to swallow, apparently elongating the toad. Finally, after about ten minutes the feet of the toad disappeared into the snake’s mouth. With the toad about 1/3 of the way down its body the snake glided off and went into a small hole, where it remained. This took some doing as the spot where the toad was stuck some.”

A trip to Seattle: In late May we drove to Seattle, via Scott Mt. and Callahan. Stayed in Ashland the first night. They were building a new indoor theater for the Shakespeare Festival. We spent two nights in Nehalem with my parents

and then went to stay with my eldest brother and family in Seattle. We went on a ferryboat ride one day

and that afternoon Rebecca and Jeff had their first escalator ride. The next day we all, including my brother and family, went to Bellevue and visited a college friend and her family (Nancy Piper Garing and husband John). This was followed by a trip to the zoo. That Saturday we drove to the N. Cascades and took a hike to where we could see Glacier Peak on the way in. Very lush growth. Rebecca walked the entire way, two miles.

Back at the house Rebecca and Dana took blankets, pillows, books and flashlights and fixed up a “campsite” behind the furnace. Rebecca’s favorite part of the whole trip.

On the way home we left the freeway at Eugene and, in Oakridge, ate sandwiches that Jan had fixed for us, along with milkshakes that we purchased. We stayed overnight in Chemult and the next day drove through Crater Lake and then home. Saw an antelope near Doris. When we got gas in Redding the starter wouldn’t work so we had to get a push.

Jeff was trying hard to talk, pointing to things, wanting to know their name. He was rapidly learning new words.

On the 9th of June we still didn’t have the washing machine out at the ranch yet because we hadn’t officially moved so I washed some diapers there with the scrub board. Frank Walden told us “hippies” had been packing off things from summer homes from Big Bar to Corral Bottom. He wanted to put in a gate down by his place so people couldn’t get up behind him.

Our neighbors in town decided to not let us have an easement to run a pipe across their property to join the town sewerage system. They were willing, though, to give us a corner of land plus an edge behind the garage where the roof overlapped their boundary in exchange for a survey and $250.

Moon Lee and Cal Pacific were apparently much closer to an agreement on Cal Pacific taking over the water system, which would eventually lead to our being on a town system and not using the ditch for our water. Dr. Polka and the health department were involved.

On Rebecca’s birthday I made a Smokey the Bear cake. Cheryl helped out some at the party. Guests were Jenni Hooper, Nancy Van Duyn and Scotty Field. The children made crowns, unwrapped presents and ate. Peanut butter sandwiches, cheese sandwiches, carrot sticks and cool aide, then cake and ice-cream.

Bob went to Victorville for a week as part of his job. I drove to Redding with the children and picked up Tigger (the cat) from the animal hospital where he’d been left the day before to get neutered. We then went out to the ranch. When I went to show Rebecca the baby robins, pulling down a branch of the maple tree, the only remaining baby flew out of the nest, while the parents had hysterics. I chased him and put him back in the nest but by evening he’d gone.

Question from Rebecca one evening at bedtime, after having gotten up numerous times: “If I had two noses, would I smell with one and breathe out of the other?” Around 4 a.m. I’d brought Jeffrey downstairs to get him a drink of water and discovered “the largest scorpion I’ve ever seen crawling across the floor between the stove and the sink—3.5 to 4 inches long. I put Jeff in the rocking chair and killed it with the edge of the flyswatter.”

The next day we walked up to the bathtub settling tank (carried Jeff most of the way) drained and cleaned it. The children played in the little creek near the tub. Came back and I opened the valve below the house to drain all the muddy water out. While the children were napping I cut two chunks of wood into stove wood and kindling; cut grass around the raspberries; cleaned out the irrigation ditch in the orchard; cut grass in and around the driveway.

That Friday we went back into town and in late afternoon drove to Redding to pick Bob up at the airport. While backing out of the driveway I remembered I hadn’t combed my hair (was dressed up and even wearing heels). I got out of the car, leaving both children there, hurried into the house and into the bathroom. Then I heard Rebecca scream and, looking out the window, saw the front of the VW disappearing. I raced through the kitchen and out the back door and got to the car just as it came to a stop against a row of rocks that kept it from rolling down into the trees. I comforted Rebecca (who fortunately hadn’t tried to get out the door I’d left open) moved the car, turned it off after putting it in gear and firmly set the brake. Shaking, I went briefly back into the house before we left.

On Sunday, after dinner, Bob had to go up on Oregon Mt. because of problems from a thunderstorm and didn’t get home until midnight. For Father’s Day he got the book “On the Loose” and a hairbrush.

Our rather frantic lifestyle was beginning to get to Bob. I was terribly busy with small children and trying to keep two houses relatively clean and tidy but I didn’t have a required daily commute and a fulltime job outside the home (s) to deal with. In mid-June he was “again quite discouraged about trying to keep up two places and the driving involved. He has even mentioned temporarily abandoning or even selling the ranch. Sure hope we can work on a compromise of some sort. I understand, I think, but am so fond of the ranch and living out here in the summer. But the drive back and forth every day must be tiring and he has things he wants to do get done in town. He had some inventions in mind and the addition was going to include a large table with plugs all around it for electronics. ) I love the isolation out here and the chance to walk in a beautiful spot even though tied down by household things.”