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We traveled across country, stopping at Nauvoo, Illinois. We saw the original temple stones from the Nauvoo temple and the headstones of Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum. We visited Carthage Jail where the prophet Joseph Smith was killed by an angry mob. It was a sobering experience to be in the room where he and others were shot. It made everything in the restoration become real. These things really happened. These men truly gave up their lives for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I was overwhelmed with their sacrifice at so great a price. If I could only give half as much to my Heavenly Father in dedication and commitment.

We stopped in Provo, Utah to visit with my brother Jay and his family. Michelle’s namesake, Paul Barton was one of the people with whom we visited.

Back home in Portland we found a three bedroom duplex for rent. The next year David Christopher was born June 29th 1979. He was well loved by his brother and sisters. Kali who was two, loved to have a younger brother with which to play.

Frank made the decision to apply to law school in 1980. We left for a three month vacation to Disneyland in Los Angeles. Then it was on to Provo, Utah to camp in a KOA campground for the month of August. The kids enjoyed swimming in the pool every day and Frank even finagled a color television for the tent. I have not so fond memories of cooking spaghetti on a camp stove. The purpose of staying in Provo was to await word on which law school had accepted Frank. He had applied to Puget Sound in Seattle, Gonzaga in Spokane and BYU. We received an acceptance letter from Gonzaga so we packed up and enjoyed a scenic, leisurely trip to Washington.

Law school was difficult, hard, and challenging. The first year Frank did not work since we had sold our house in Kentucky and had that money to live on. The second and third year he law clerked with a local firm. He was gone from seven in the morning until nine at night. I felt like a single mom most of the time.