This visit was after the passing of father, but his other three siblings were still alive. His older brother, Whiting, still lived up the road from where I had grown up, and with the passing of his first wife, my Aunt Arlene, he had remarried, and I now had a new aunt, Aunt Ruth, that I met for the first time.
The four of us visited them, and all their dogs, in the same spot where I had always known Uncle Whiting, but the house was a new modular unit, the old historic house having burned down in a fire sometime previously.
At The Rainbow 