Most of my memory of the people that came in and out of my life and those tender Moses Lake years is nothing but a collage of voices and names. There was Norman, whose voice reminded me of a guy I know from Canada, known in most places as the Rowdy American, only Norman's voice was a bit lower. He was my natural father's partner on the ranch. His wife, Ursula, sounded like an older woman, and for some reason, my biggest memory of her is her sitting in the rocking chair. Their daughter, Julie, used... read more
