After falling victim to the sea, in an area commonly known as "The Graveyard of The Pacific"; 116 years later and remnants of the shipwrecked Peter Iredale still stand. Here is what the area looks like today.
My parents had one of these and we used it while camping somewhere in the Rockies, South Dakota and Montana back in the 1960s. We lived in Williston and then in Fargo-Moorhead. As a matter of fact, I remember visiting family friends who used to live in Williston but had moved to the West Coast where the father/husband was a court reporter. They had three children but I confess my favorite was the oldest, a daughter, who I enjoyed playing with before we were school age. She and I attended Sunday School together, holding hands as we took the stairs to the church basement where our Sunday school room was located. We had so many petticoats under our dresses we could barely descend the steps side-by-side! B-Ray, my parents were Bob and Jean. My brother Jerome. Remember us?
Yes, I most assuredly remember you all. And I remember visiting your home in ND. Your house was nearly identical to my grandparents home in Williston. One thing I vaguely remember, for some reason, was a pop can collection stacked up, and the pull tabs were made into a chain. Am I right? Was that Jerome's? Or was it someplace else? I don't recollect how our parents knew each other, but remember that they were good friends. Thanks for the comments.
