I was about 10 years old in 1946 when Lila moved into an upstair's room at my mother Vivian's boarding house/tourist rooms in Tiffin. We lived on a farm at the extreme east end of town, the last house on Hwy 6. I remember Lila as the young woman shown in the photo of her in her Army uniform. A glamorous and friendly woman. I don't think she stayed long with us, but I never forgot her. I remember Gary and James, but I doubt they remember me.

When Jill and I were about 3, we each stepped on a nail at the same time while out playing at the farm. Gma put us both on the kitchen counter and got us cleaned up. I think we probably cried a lot, but it couldn't have been that bad! Gma also showed me how to use the wringer washer! that was pretty exciting. This was how ladies did laundry in the early sixties and it fascinated me. A few years later, Gma nursed me to health when I got stomach flu on a summer stay with her, Gpa, and Jill in Coralville. I don't suppose she felt like nursing an infectious pre-teen, but she was very gentle and caring. I can hear her voice saying "well, I'll be dog-goned" and "cripes!"