We lived on Meadow Drive until the summer of 1985. My dad had just graduated from Weber State with a teaching degree, and been hired to teach school in the small town of Corcoran, in California's Central Valley. I remember that a big truck came, and we had a portion of it that we could load our things into, and someone else would drive it all to California, so we only had to drive the car.
There are three things I remember from this trip: 1) I had some money--no idea where I got it--and I got to buy some candy at the gas station for the trip. That kind of thing NEVER happened, so it was a big deal for me. 2) We drove all the way to California with our dog, Scruffy, in the car. I think it was a blue station wagon. 3) When we got into California, we drove through a big windmill farm. (Is that even what they're called?) The windmills were turning, and our parents told us they were all waving to us, welcoming us to California.
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