We were going places, meeting people. From Grandma's house I was allowed to walk to Cherry St. Playground, taking Billy. But when I wanted to leave he didn't so I said "We can go a different way" and finally he agreed. But I realized after a tiring detour we were lost. A kind lady drove us to Sigsbee St. Excited to travel by herself, Jean flew West, spent Easter Break with grandparents at the mission house in New Mexico. Got her hair braided, admired Zuni clothes and was awed by native ceremonies. Why did Grandpa and Grandma frown on them? Twenty years later Jean's son spent summer weeks in Greenbelt with Grandma Marjorie who wrote: Nine-year old had fun at the pool, more fun after the high school dudes showed up-- trying new moves, one-hand or no-hand dives; racing those two, loaning them his goggles. All fun, no talk till leaving, one asked "What's your name?" "Judah" "Good name." Three smiles.