the people of Moses Lake

... no. I remember meeting Grandpa Woody and Grandma Jane in Texas. It seems like I remember their house having a screened porch. Both of their voices are very clear in my mind, with those sweet southern drawals of theirs. For some reason, my biggest memory of them was sitting on Grandma's lap, and apparently playing with her cheeks. "You quit pinching my cheeks!" she'd say, laughing the whole time....