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of my brothers and having meals with us.
  I was too young to fully appreciate the heart wrenching affect the dam must have had on my father. Often, on a Sunday, he would drive my mother and sister and I up to whatever vantage point was available at the time and observe the construction. We made a number of trips through the valley that was his youthful stamping grounds, up to the deserted reservation where he would point out various things of interest, the grounds where the fiestas were held, where neighbors had lived. We watched the progress of the water as the lake bed gradually filled, always commenting on how far it had to go before reaching the little knoll where his parents' house had stood. It was a beautiful, productive area, with orchards and hay fields and pastures and old oak trees. For Dad it must have been more than just a boyhood home, because when he was seventeen, on the death of his father, he had taken on the role of the breadwinner for the household and manager of the ranch. I study a picture of the ranch as it looked in the ealy 1900's and wish I had been old enough to remember more about it.
  The water had reached the base of the dam, was about thirty feet up the side of it, when on day my sister and I hiked up the mountain on the north side and around to the water's edge. We were with several other kids. There was a row boat pulled up on the bank, and thinking it would be fun to get in it, Ellen and I climbed in and sat down. No sooner were we seated when one of the boys who was with us pushed the boat off into the water. Ellen was nine and had the good sense to jump out before the boat had drifted very far. I, on the other hand, was struck dumb, and while Ellen kept shouting at me to jump out, all I could think of was that I still hadn't learned to swim. I was an exasperation to Ellen frequently for tagging along after her, but bless her heart, she swam out and dragged me out of the boat and hauled me to shore. We were wet and bedraggled, but we climbed to the top of the dam and found a neighbor who was just leaving the site for the day, and he volunteered to take us home. That was the firstand only time that my mother ever made me go to be without supper.

  The Woman's Club of Lakeside, California, helped save this 100-year-old house and barn.  It was moved to its present location and will soon be set down permanently on a new foundation within the Lakeside River Park Conservancy. Future plans for the house and barn include restoring the exterior to its original condition and remodeling the interior. Then it will be reused as a Science Center for students who come to study at the River Park.  They will be studying plants, animals and water quality of the San Diego River that meanders through Lakeside.  The Woman's Club of Lakeside will be celebrating their 100th anniversary in 2010.

     The Nugget Gang can't believe how fast the summer is passing, so much has been happening with us. And, so many nice things have been given to the Societies Archives since our last column.
  The Gang has received items from the Ralph Anderson Family, Calvin (Skip) and Jeannie Ford, Verlene Cites, Marcella Williams, Edna Kouns, Eileen Carender, Tom Isom, Earlene Barker Tehan and Bill and Cathy Hansen. We have received more information but don't know who sent or gave the information to the Archives. So, if we missed your name please forgive us for not recognizing you in the Nugget Notes Column.
  If you come into the store or mail us special information, please make sure we know who you are. There is a special form for you to fill out and then put it with the gift(s). We would love to talk to you or see you on the Archival Day which is Wednesdays from 10:00 - 2:00
More next time . . .