Those old-fashion days, ways

I was born on a farm. It was near Four Mile Creek, south and west of Palouse. My dad went to town to get Dr. Dart, everyone’s doctor since there was only one in Palouse.

As it turned out, I was delivered by my Aunt Lorena, who was staying with us at the time. She later was my mentor, in a way.

She dropped everything and went to the University of Washington. She was in her 40s at the time, and woul...