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It was also an RN at Provost State Mental Hospital for about seven years before we visited somebody here in Oregon, and that somebody said it was a friend. It turns out that his wife was a sister to Uncle Bob, so it was just the relative. Anyway, we ended up moving here in about 1965, and Dad did a lot of firewood, and he kept, I think, thirteen widows in the city of Oak Ridge and wood, because that's all they had for heat. He was a good man, him and I didn't get along, and because I didn't agree with some of the things he did for my raising, but he was a good man, and he also did a horse of life.