To be able as people in your early fifties to retire from the work a day world and live in peace. Mary and I looked forward to that day when we could be accepted by the SunRise Farm's Retirement Village.
A wait of two years before an opening came about and the letter of acceptance came to the house. We both felt happy for ourselves but sorry for our children.
Our oldest lived in Nevada, while our daughter in Ohio. The two were far enough away to keep us getting together only on holidays. Now it seemed we could live a quiet country life at a working farm setting. Our condo was placed overlooking Duck Lake. A view of bullrushes and open water beyond it faced to the West and offered beautiful sundowns as we had, had lilttle time to watch in the past.
I had long wanted to own a farm. The thoughts of working with animals and watching what you plant grow to flurrish seemed all so wonderful.
The mover company could not believe we were to retire in upper Wisconsin. They tried to talk us into moving where no snow flake blew. We were mind set in out love of seeing the seasons change and feeling the clear cold chill in the air. Besides we were still young enough to enjoy it and if we got so old as not to well then Arizona might still be there then.