This was our last Easter in Denver. Lyn's mom and granny had been out
to see us in February. We would go in on a vacation and and job
interview in May and sell the house and move in July.
This was a time of great depression for Dave, with the neighbor's
tragic death in a car accident the previous summer causing him to
reel in a month of no productivity (on a 'piece-work' job). We were
very concerned about being able to pay the bills. But we were working
in earnest on the house, putting up a fence, finishing the front yard
work, knowing that we would be moving soon.
We have no recollection about what we did for Easter this year, and
no pictures. It was a very strange time in our lives.