When we moved to California in August of 1965, Kevin, his mother and I piled all our belongings in a small U-Haul trailer and drove to Eureka, California where I was to begin working September 1.  Northern California, however, was rebuilding from the worst storm (December 1964) ever to hit the area and lodging was not to be found. 

We quickly spent all our money on motels and we decided to send Kevin and his mother back up to Montana until I could find a place to live.  I found a place to park the U-Haul trailer and lived out of my car for a month or so. Finally, I found a place suitable for our family to live and sent for Kevin and his mother.

Their train came in fairly late at night, as I remember, and the station was deserted.  I anxiously waited in the car for the train to arrive.  Kevin and I had never been separated, even for a single night, in his entire life and I missed my family, having been alone in a strange area for a long time.  The train finally pulled in and a few people began to emerge from the train.  Finally, I saw Kevin and his mother.  Kevin looked really tired and groggy.  He stepped off the train and looked around.  I got out of the car about the same time and he saw me.  His eyes and face lit up and he hollered: "Dad! Dad!" as he ran for me as fast as his little two-year-old legs could carry him.  As I swooped him up in my arms, and we both hugged ................... I can still feel it.