In the spring of 1936, Edna Fern returned from her studies in Nampa, Idaho, to her family, now on the Hinsdale ranch. “I agreed to do the dishwashing for my mother as she cooked for many men. My hands became sore again but I had to keep on with the job because I said I would stay until harvest was done in the fall. That summer, two high-school boys called on me a lot and that kept life interesting. No one could afford to go anywhere that cost money so we made fun by just visiting and hiking around the countryside. We had too much excitement one day when Lyman drove our Dad’s Buick through a garage window on Main Street. I helped pay for the window to be replaced from my meager dishwasher earnings because we wanted to keep our parents from knowing what had happened. We feared that they wouldn’t let him have the car again.
“When fall came, I was eager to get away from the dishwashing and any other work needing to be done on the ranch. I’d been living in sizeable towns for a few years and wanted to get back to that way of life so I headed off to the nearest sizeable town, Glasgow. It was familiar to me and not too far from my parents’ so it would be easy to visit them if I got homesickness, which I had many times over the years since I went off on my own first to finish high school in Springfield and then to Spokane and Nampa. My family had a lot of history in Glasgow and Ruth was living and nursing there as well. At last I’d be living close to family again.”