When I was growing up we lived in a quaint (old) little house in Butte Montana till I was 9. I remember huge flowers ,with equally huge leaves, on a background of yellow. I thought they were beautiful.

Dad worked as a miner for several years then went back to what he had done in the Army during WWII, driving truck. He mostly worked for moving companies, sometimes bringing home fun things the people didn't want. One time after we had moved to Great Falls, he brought home a parrot. He was very colorful, and talked a lot. Unfortunately his language was colorful to. Thank heaven my aunt didn't seem to mind his bad language as much as Mom, he went to her house to live.