Day 103

Lots of people at the market and I enjoyed running into Kathy O’Conner. We made a plan to meet later this week. Scott asked me to lunch and we went to the Chart Room. It was noisy. Not a place for conversation but good food and full of tourists. The bales are thriving and there are peas ready to eat already. The soil under the old bales is full of nutrients and needed only seeds to get busy building new vegetables. 

POH

We moved a lot while I was growing up. By the time we arrived in Eureka I finished fourth grade in my 12^th school. We moved again and I started fifth grade at Lincoln school. That summer we moved to 6^th street and that meant another school for sixth grade. I asked if I could stay at Lincoln. I liked the teachers and I had my first best friend there. I was in the band and played saxophone and Mother made my lunch. Staying there meant toting my stuff, saxophone case, lunch and books, two blocks to the bus stop, transferring down town, and walking the last six blocks to school. I was willing to do that to stay there.

When I transferred in town, the young bus driver would hop down and help me with the saxophone and pull me up the steps. He was always funny and kind and I felt safe while on his bus. I managed all that traveling and completed the year at Lincoln.

Much later, while serving on the advisory committee for area agency on aging, I met Virginia Rumble. I recognized the name from the bus driver, Earl Rumble. I told her the story about the bus travel. She said he was a student at Humboldt at the time and became a teacher. She had heard about the little waif with all the stuff to carry. She knew I was the one in the dirty clothes, scrawny and undersized who he said had the heart of a lion.