By Ronald E. Bromley
(In September of 2003, there appeared Days Past article about Humboldt, which inspired this author to send in these reminiscences to the Sharlot Hall Museum)
It was 1945, but my first visit to Humboldt, Arizona is quite vivid. We left Los Angeles early one morning in our 1941 Studebaker Champion with suitcases neatly packed into the trunk to save room for all five passengers on the long, hot, and often dusty ride. Most of the time dad drove and mom (Vivian) sat in the front with Bob Jr. or me. Grandma Wahlater sat in the back with one of us grandchildren.
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