Well, here we are once again....typing without the slightest Idea of whats going to be said.........Did you grow up living in a single house or many? The folks didn't start out to be gypsies.....at least I don't think they did....Things just kind of happened that way..

From Prescott we moved to Paso Robles, California about 1953...this turned out to be quite fortunate because that's where Kris was born a few years later!

Dad worked for the big store in Paso Robles...the Mercantile...after a few years he realized that it was a dead end job....and went to work for Florsheim Shoe Company, managing a new store in San Jose, California....we lived there for just a short time. Dad was recruited by a division of the Gamble-Skogmo Company called F S Rasco Stores....they were a small five and dime outfit on the west coast. They wanted Dad to be a trouble shooting manager for them, and he was perfect for that role. Energetic, honest and a good manager of people. We lived in Tracy, California for a while on his first assignment. Then it was off to Reedly, California, Gallup, New Mexico and Farmington, New Mexico....this was in the first two and a half years with Rascos! He was then given the opportunity to buy a franchise store in Hayward, California.....then traded up to the store in Yuba City, California. It was now 1962 and I was going into my sophomore year of high school. I thought this was normal, I had been in a different school every year since the 2nd grade......sometimes two in one year. Didn't understand how to not be a rolling stone. Finally in Yuba City spent three years in the same school...and then two more at the local junior college! After I left home in 1967 the folks bought another store, this one back in San Jose.....they stayed there for quite a while, then on the road again.....ending up the Rasco Odyssey in the garden spot of Brawley, California. Dad retired from there a few years later and it was back to Prescott, the place that they (and I) had always considered home.

Quite an adventure......and my sister and I always considered a move a year "normal" Sheesh...

Well, it's been a long, long day and this child is tired....think I will stop typing at least for a while.

Later y'all