In later years, after I was married, long after I'd left Colorado, we took a trip to Indiana to a family reunion. I also wanted the chance to go to Brown County to see some of the folks down there (this was about 1939.)
The first place was close to the school district neighborhood. We stopped in Edinburgh to meet schoolmates. One place we stopped to see a schoolmate, Love Snyder. She married a man named John Hamlin.
She hadn't seen me since I was wearing Amish clothes, at about age 15. Uncle Amos was with us. I told him not to come up (he was Amish), because I wanted to see if she would remember me.
Her husband came to the door and I asked him is he knew me. He said "no."
I said "have your wife come and see if she knows."
So she come to the door.
I said "Do you know me?"
She said "no."
Just then Uncle Amos got out of the car and came up to the house. When she saw Uncle Amos she thought right away who I was.
"Oh, it's Davey."
They used to call me Davey, you know.
We told them we were going to Brown County.
Love said "We'll meet you there. We'll get ready."
She had never met my wife, but it wasn't long until they were like two old cronies who hadn't met for a long time. She was glad she came to visit.
Later, we were again in Brown County. Some of us went to look up Virgil Condon, one of our school mates. We found out he wanted to get with us. We went to Nashville, the county seat, and saw the wooden jail. We had quite a time sightseeing.
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