Lost Keys, and Found Memories

Brother Drew,

        Today hasn’t exactly been a great one. Paiten lost her keys yesterday, which threw off everything we  had planned for today. Then, on her way back home after dropping me off, another student accidentally slammed into her while she was driving my truck. Thankfully, everyone is okay, but the truck’s bumper took a hit—it’s dented and bent up pretty bad.

        In between all this, I’ve been diving into our family history and researching Dad. I found out he grew up in a little town called Glenn's Ferry, Idaho. It’s a quiet spot along the Snake River with a strong connection to its past on the Oregon Trail, where ferries once helped pioneers cross the river. Dad graduated from Glenn's Ferry High School in 1982. Back then, it was a small school with a close-knit community—probably the kind where everyone knew each other. The school was deeply rooted in local traditions, with sports events and community activities that brought people together, especially since the town itself was small. Dad would have known most of his classmates really well, and the teachers too.

 

        It’s also where he met Mom, who was from Midvale. Midvale is another small Idaho town, nestled in the mountains and known for its wide-open spaces and close community feel. Life there is rural and quiet, with the kind of scenery that brings in locals and travelers alike for outdoor activities like hiking and hunting. Growing up in Midvale, Mom would have been used to the same small-town values and slower pace that defined Glenn's Ferry. I can picture her and Dad crossing paths, probably through local events or just in the usual places where everyone in these tight-knit towns tends to gather.

Anyway, just wanted to keep you in the loop.

Love always,

Coco