We spent one more year in the big house
by the small school in rural New York.
But our hearts sought home and work elsewhere.
We helped Aunt Ruth with her Pocono house;
Uncle John Roorda met us there in July.
We'd applied and been accepted for VISTA.
I was eager to be in DC before training started,
hoping for a choice in placement (NYC?),
restless, impulsive, adventuresome.
Leaving Rhonda with her adoring great aunt,
uncle and dad, I took Duffy, caught a bus,
found a room in DC. . . and called Ted.
The VISTA bubble burst: "nothing for a family of four."
We camped at Greenbelt National Park,
found an apartment in District Heights
and various part-time jobs wherever.
DC Christian Reformed Church welcomed us warmly;
we grew roots among other interracial families.

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