Our relatives and friends thought we were crazy to go, but we went ahead and made plans for a sale October 25, 1941, to sell everything but our clothes and bed clothes. We had a good sale. Lots of people came and wished us a safe trip and luck in our adventure. Harry bought a car and came back for the sale, but he had only a couple weeks off from his work. He got home a few days before the sale. We were all glad to see him but he had plans of his own, for a days later he and Kathryn Morgan were married. He couldn’t wait the time it took in Pennsylvania for the tests and within a few days of being 21 they had to go to West Virginia, so Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, George and me went with them, and they were married by a Brethren minister, Rev. Paul. Ira and Thelma had come back from California to go farming, so we stayed there until we left on the first of November 1941.

We lived on that farm for 19 years. We had good times and bad times, our ups and downs, our health and sickness, mostly colds and croup with the children, whooping cough, mumps, me included with mumps. We would all sit down to the table to eat and we would take a bite and grab hold of our necks. Dad would look around and laugh at us, but he had the worst part. He had all the outside work to do, milking too. Of course the children would get hurt, but none serious, and they always had plenty to eat and enough clothing. Oh, there were plenty of times they would want something we couldn’t buy them. George and me took them to church when we could, but they walked to Sunday School. Most of the time their Dad would with all of us around the table at meal time teach them from the Bible. We always trusted God to watch over all of our family. Carl and Harry had guitars before they left home and we all did a lot of singing, and so I think we had a normal country life. Then there was the times when my sister Edna, Charlie and family came from Altoona to stay over the weekend. They had a big family and we all had a lot of fun. Then for many years we would have a Labor Day picnic in our orchard. Relatives, friends and neighbors all would come for big meal that each one brought. Then it seemed the year my mother died in August, after that we never had our picnic again. Now we were ready to leave for California.