When we arrived in Keizer, we set up housekeeping in a small city of tent dwellers. We found an empty tent and set our living quarters until my father could find a better place to live. Somehow, my uncle Art had been able to build a house for himself and his family in this little town, now a suburb of Oregon’s capital city. Sometime later, we moved to a little house adjacent to an old lake bed. By this time, my dad had landed a job with a cold storage facility in the nearby