Thiis week is reconstructed from notes I wrote after I was back in Flagstaff o/a June 15 to go to the first summer session. I wrote nothing while I was in Sacramento for that week. There was time, I suppose, but my regular notebooks were not there and I did stay farilyt busy or at least '"occuppied." I spent sometime with Charlie Mike and also Alex. Mom and dad were takng classes at Sacramento State and there was some mention they both planned to teach in the fall. I suppose this plan t the approval of the rest of the Morgan clan living in the area. Other than Uncle "Doctor Dan, " they were all in education and it had been the life work of the three sisters.
Saturday June 1
The day actually saw me boarding the San Francisco Chief in the evening, a fast, rather impuslive decision,. I was done with schoolfor the moment, and the move as well, so I did not have to be back until the start of the first summer session which was roughly two weeks away. I had finally heard that Mary was not going to come up and Judy had cancelled a bit earlier. Carolyn was not going to move in until close to the resumption of classes. I was basically free and dutiless for awhile. Hearing about Charlie Mike's asthma situation I felt I needed to go for him. I knew he was now very unhappy and since Dad had arrived there not too long after the Christmas/New Years Holidays, the pressures and harshness had really kicked into high gear for him. He was being jerked around by Aunt Roxie, Uncle Dan and of course our dear male parent. He couild not please any of them, much less all, and was treated like n inconvenient step child.. The stresss finally broke his usual stern, stoic silence and ability to just shuit stuff off. Still rembering how sick Dusty had been back in the summer of 1966, I honestlybecame worried. Fortunately he recovered after a fairly brief hospital stay and he was with the parents and Alex when they met my train at Stockton. They were driving the little white Volvo sedan that Uncle Dan had given to them That care stayed with the family for along time.
While there I did explore the railroad yards (mostly Southern Pacific and some Union Pacific as I recall) in Roseville and Sacramento with Charlie Mike. That was a favorite escape for him. He also had an old guitar of Cousin Steve's and was playing it some. I watched a lot of TV on the big color set Roxie and the boys had received for Christmas. I found Chuck Connor's latest series--something aout a cowboyin Africa and maybe a sci fi seriesthat I cannot recall. I read a lot too, discovering a new-to-me author named Clay Fisher who wrote some great western novels. It was a horrible shock when Robert Kennedy was killed. Of course that dominted the news most of teh time I was tehre. Having just seen him and heard him speak a few short weeks earlier, that was devestating to me.
Mom andd Dad were going to classes at Sacramento State, as I said. We did take some "family" trips but otherwise I was with the boys more.during this visit. School was out but Roxie was still busy as she was in administration--principal? And the cousins were not there much.
The sequence of what we did when is very vague. To spice up the bare words with some photos, I'll divide up the souvenirs of the trip between this week and next. So first Charlie at Aunt Roxie's house with the Volvo. He did not look happy! Then me same time and place. Alex at the Port of Sacramento. He was still just a small kid--I think 9. Large ships could come up the river that far from San Fran. Me faking the guitar that Charlie had been playing. I could not play a chord! And last, the apartment Larry and Steve had at the university in Davis,
