Barbara J. Hamby

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Busy Saturday

We had our family celebration of two birthdays and Mother’s Day last night. Al and I had spent the afternoon in Cascade Locks. Al was helping his niece and her husband get ready to re-rent the house that was formerly Al’s home. They bought it from him a little over a year ago. Their first tenant left the yard in a pretty big mess.

On the way to my son’s house, the station wagon quit on I-84. Fortunately, I had my cell phone and we were about five miles from my daughter’s house, so I called her to come rescue us. Then I called AAA for a tow truck. My daughter drove me to my son’s house where we had a barbecued steak dinner and a lovely visit. Al had to go with the tow truck because the repair facility was closed, and AAA couldn’t take responsibility for leaving an unlocked car there. He was just across the river from his niece’s house, so he stayed there last night. My son drove me home from his house.

While I was in Cascade Locks, I edited a story from my memoirs that I’ve been working on for some time. Appropriately, it is about my teenage years during WWII. I call it Home Fires. It tells about the disruptions in my home life that the war caused. My life changes were not nearly as severe as many civilians, and certainly military personnel, suffered, but traumatic for a teenager.

I’m heading back out to Cascade Locks to take Al some things, or possibly bring him back home, whichever he decides. He can’t do anything about the car until tomorrow.