We decided to remain for a while in Bellingham and arrange to get the young ones to stay with us during the summer. But we had already given notice of our intention to move, so the house search began again. We were lucky. We found a little place on Lake Whatcom, the front porch only twenty feet from the water and our own dock. Ideal. We could see the grandkids out there already. With enthusiasm, we packed, moved from Alabama Hill, and unpacked at the lake.

At left I’m with grandson Richard, Katy’s boy. Joan is seated on the stoops of the cabin with our daughter Ellen and her husband John Davis. At right, the other kids: Connie, Katy’s girl, reclining; Aaron, Ellen and John’s son, reclining; and, center stage (as usual) Amorette, their daughter.