Half a Century Ago

                                                                                  

I suddenly remembered that it was fifty years ago in early June that we packed all our belongings into a U-Haul for the move from Florida to the mountains and the mountain farm we'd bought two years before.

We said goodbye to Odessa and the little house (already sold) that John had built on Lake Juanita. 

We were a caravan. John was in the truck; behind him Mark, pulling a trailer; then Mark's mother, our friend Betty (she was recently divorced and looking to move also;) then came Vicki and 3 year-old Ethan; than John's sister Fay and her son Andrew, also 3.

The poster on Mark's trailer says "Damn Everything But The Circus." and somehow it seemed appropriate for our adventure.

Our house had been begun and dried in the previous summer, thanks  to the work of John and Mark with some other occasional help.  Dried in but far from ready to move in.

We set up camp in two barns. It was amazingly pleasant.

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And fifty years later, John and I are still enjoying the rocking chairs and a glass of wine.