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Show to go with him to the garage and, of course they were completely overwhelmed by what they found there. And they appreciated the gift beyond measure-driving it for years. In that depressed summer of 1931, Bill and Pearl packed a grub-box to carry in the trunk of the car. They also took bedding as that was before fine, modern motels were everywhere for the convenience of travelers. And there were very few eating places along the way. Even had there been it was doubtful if such luxuries could have been afforded Eating and sleeping in hotels was, of course, out of the question financially. Their children stayed with Grandpa (John K) and Mother Madsen (the name by which Virginia had been called since the first grandchild was tiny and had learned to talk). Bill drove east to Durango and Pagosa Springs, Colorado, where there were log cabins with wood-burning stoves. After staying there overnight they went on to call at various Indian Reservations in Colorado and New Mexico, hoping to find someone with a need for even a few rams. They reached Roswell, New Mexico, without an encouraging sign of a sale. There they found another cabin of sorts, and Bill set to work. Not knowing the sheepmen in that particular area he went to a bank and asked the cashier if he could tell him the names of any range sheepmen in the locality who may possibly be in need of Rambouillet breeding rams. 206 |
