Peterson family elkp

What a great idea to write about John. Yes, his mother was Indian, not sure which tribe, but I'll try to find out. His Dad was a Swedish engineer who worked on the railroad tunneling under the Cascade Mountains into eastern Washington. John was raised  in the Skagit Valley North of here. He remembered Edmonds as a "pier on the side of the woods" when he worked on the ferry boats as a teen-ager. "There was just nothing there!", He said. As a young adult, he signed on as a cook for the Merchant Marines, and sailed the world. Man! could he cook! I have some pictures of John, and I'll send one. He was 1/2 Swede, and that his first connection to our family. The Peterson's figured that a Swede, even half Swede, was bound to be good people, and John was a wonderful person. I was going through some things in my cedar chest, and found this precious letter that John had written when I was in Milwaukee on pediatric affiliation in nursing school. John was the scribe, with Dad and Manfred dictating the letter. I could just feature the two of them huddled over John. I've put it in my old Bible for safe keeping. Our parents gave Marj and me fancy King James versions with our names engraved on them for confirmation. I use a NIV for study, and a phoo-phoo pink devotional Bible to read. The fancy one lives in a book case in the living room along with Grandma McLane's Bible, and Grandma Peterson's Swedish Bible.