When I was in the seventh grade, my parents decided it was time to get out of the city. A good friend had recently moved to Auburn, California, so they started looking around there and found a piece of property and put a camping trailer on it and we camped there the next summer. By this time, my dad had started his own shop and moving it was going to be a large job. He ended up finding a place in Grass Valley where he could put his machines. He got acquainted with another Adventist that owned a business on Bennett Street named Edgar Rogers. He made parts for tractors and bulldozers and he let my dad use part of a building where the public-school buses are parked today. My parents found a house for sale just walking distance from the new Echo Ridge School. Frank Baughman was the principal and teacher of grades five through eight. Dorothea Larsen taught grades one through four. My other grandma came to live with us when we moved up to Grass Valley. She always stayed in a trailer parked behind the shop except for several years when she rented a two-story house and took in other elderly people that were no longer able to care for themselves. She was in good health and had no problems passing the physical to get a license for a care home. It was hard moving from a big school with 30 kids in one grade to having just four in my class and the other three were girls. I was miserable, but found some joy in getting acquainted with Geza Hufnagel. He was the father of Fred Hufnagel who owned the subdivision and had donated the land for the new school. Most people who knew him called him Grandpa Hufnagel. He was building a house just around the corner from ours. He was retired and involved in nature photography. He built a dark room in his house and I learned all about developing black and white pictures from him.