Going on, I came to the little town of Sumner, Washington. I didn't guess then that this was going to be our favorite town and that later on we were to live close there on a farm. It was early morning as I entered a busy restaurant with big buses lined up at the curb. I sat down on a stool next to a fine-appearing man and upon questioning him, "behold" his name was Thomosgaard, an uncle of Sidcils, that fine Christian girl and friend back home of all of us. He gave me some very pertinent information being himself a shipfitter at the Shipyards. I took his address inending to visit him later, but lost it and have never seen him since. Obeying his instructions, I followed the big buses and reached Tacoma, Washinton, just before 7 o'clock on Friday morning, July 24, 1942. After four days of almost continuous driving, without buying a meal other than the bowl of soup and coffee, I reached my destination. I was happy and thankful to the dear Lord for his kindness in permitting me to reach my destination.
Going immediately to the Shipyard district and employment office I was informed that I must first go to the Union Office uptown. Getting into the morning Shipyard traffic for the first time I was just about scared stiff. What an awful mess as these thousands of rushing vehicles, four-abreast in some places, began to jam up near the yards.