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Spring into Summer I would be remiss if I forgot to mention the Treasure Hunt. After our daughter was born,Bob asked Dr. Breeden whether he’d like to be paid by having to find the check. For some reason this really … Continue reading

Life continued to revolve around family, road access, phone line, and having to earn a living—not always in that order. Having phone contact at the ranch was very important but getting to that point was taking a long time. There … Continue reading

I thought I’d forgotten to take my camera but found it the night before we left Quincy. No wedding pictures but sometimes it’s just as well to focus on the moment. I took a picture or two of historic buildings … Continue reading

So it wasn’t mobile phones that were being worked on. I found a 1965 Trinity Journal news clipping that explains the phone project. At that time the phone company was called Western Telephone. They were offering the county a new … Continue reading

Reading journals that I kept years ago, and then writing, involves a lot of sorting and decision making: Will this interest anyone besides me? Should I include detailed descriptions? What about mentioning others names—former spouses of friends or relatives, people … Continue reading

We went to visit my brother, Peter and his wife and children at Whalen Station where he was working for the U.S. Forest Service. Picked up some vegetables Alice had left for them and took some groceries. Stopped in Trinity … Continue reading

Back to the rising at 5:30 a.m. routine with Bob leaving at 7:00 for work. It was nearing the end of July and on this day I scrubbed the upstairs as well as one can with a sponge mop—mostly in … Continue reading

By Mother’s Day the phone wire on the Prairie Creek side was strung as far as the main line and we had 900 feet of culvert delivered. Progress! But even before any larger projects there were always maintenance things to … Continue reading

The day after Christmas, Peter, Richard, Charlotte, Bob and I drove out to Junction City. A cable had been strung across Canyon Creek with a small cart attached to it and we rode that across the raging water to the … Continue reading

My husband said more than once, “This road wants to be a trail.” And it certainly did seem that way. The dirt road spanned four miles, with the first two, starting from the highway, slowly winding up the east side … Continue reading