This morning as I thought about us moving to SC, I thought, how impetuous! When will we be settled? Then I remembered moving to Oregon. It was my mom and Bill’s idea. He had been offered a job in Eugene. It was 1978, the beginning of the ‘Carter’ depression, so construction work had already slowed down. He went on ahead of the rest of us to start his job, I don’t remember what it was, but it fell through after about 6 months, so I think they both got SC Housejobs at a motor home/trailer factory. We lived with mom and Bill for about 6 months, before getting a place of our own in Coburg, it’s a really picturesque town…but then all of Oregon is pretty much postcard pretty.

Mom would have just turned 46 when she just quit her job with Farmers Ins. she’d been there for 10 years at that time, packed-up and sold their house and moved to Oregon. We had moved all our stuff into their house, so mom and I could keep each other company as we stayed behind in California to wait for escrow to close on her house. Keri was a year and half and Brian was 4 months old. It was right before Thanksgiving and mom was really missing Bill. So she decided we should just drive up to Oregon and surprise them with a turkey dinner!

So I guess Randy and I moving to SC to be closer to the kids and grandkids is not really so homeric…I’ve always wanted to use that word, ever since I heard Michaeleen Oge Flynn, played by, Barry Fitzgerald, in “The Quiet Man”, use it, in the morning after the wedding scene.

I guess mom was just an adventurous soul. When she met and married my dad, she flew to the territory of Hawaii in a plane with props, before jets! I think I remember her saying it took about 13 hours.