Going to Aunt Ina’s house was another adventure. Aunt Ina lived in a house that seemed to have room after room and each room you entered had a stair that went up or down. Evidently each was an addition to the house as more room was needed.

     Aunt Ina was such a dear lady. I remember thinking she was the kindest lady I knew. She invited our family to come over and pick raspberries. I thought her garden was like something out of the era of Knights and Ladies. It was wonderful. There were different levels and row after row of beautiful plants. Although she lived very close to a main highway, this garden seemed like it was very far away from the rest of the world.

     When we weren’t outside in the garden we would take turns playing Aunt Ina’s pump organ. What fun!! You had to hold the stick with your knee as you played or it would quit playing. It took a little practice but it was worth it.