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...as we pulled out I can remember my father holding onto the arm of the seat, hard seat.
The blinds had been drawn, but you could, before they did that you could see the shadow
of Mt. Adams and the sun behind it. And looking at his face I could just feel that he was
saying goodbye to the place that he'd known so well. Pictures like that just really, when
you think about it, were very sad. But it was... it was such a -- it's hard to explain
the kind of feeling, the atmosphere of that time.
But... and we went, traveled through the night with the shades drawn and got to Portland
livestock center, our evacuation center about, really about dawn. And I stayed until the
last person got in the, into the compound and heard the gate clang behind me. And I
think -- when people ask what my memory was about evacuation -- I think I'll always remember
the sound of the gate clanging behind you and knowing that you were finally under,
you had barbed wires around you, and you were really being interned.