The last time I was up to visit the Schlieman farm in Woodland was when Keith and I drove through one afternoon on a trip around Northern California. Joe was just a baby. I remember Ferd roasted a big slab of beef, coated in mustard and dredged in rock salt, placed right on the coals. It was an incredible meal. After dark, we drove off in our VW bus (I later rolled it driving on icy roads in the mountains!) and my biggest memory of that was that Joe got sick all over the back of the bus and we had to get a motel and 'start over.' That must have been about September 1965. Was the boat still in the barn? I picture it, but I don't think so. Must have been an earlier visit. Great planks of walnut filled one end of the barn. My father used some of the Schlieman walnut when he made a new cutting board for my kitchen.