Continuing with Gerald Nathan Hodgson’s Northwest family narrative, with thanks to Michael Howard Hodgson:
Uncle Charlie drove out here with his family in 1916, or thereabouts. I have previously calculated that I was three years old at the time. The only thing about it that I clearly remember was seeing Mom and Aunt Ida crying over each other in the old log kitchen. I understand he brought his car up the hill before he left, and I suppose it was the first one I ever saw, though if I remember it at all my memory seems to indicate that it came up the hill along the present road and I doubt if that road was in existence at the time. The visit was more or less blighted by the fact that Cousin Laura had incipient malaria when she left home, came down with it after she got here, and accordingly spent most of her stay here in the Marcus hospital.