At the beginning of the 1930-31 school year, Ralph Macintyre took a job as director of music in a new high school in East Lansing, Michigan, and a man by the name of MacEldownie took his place. He was from Iowa, was married and had two baby daughters, the youngest not a year old, the older one not yet two. I think his instrument was the clarinet. His wife was a very good violinist and immediately joined the first violin section in the Muskegon Symphony. She had met her husband in music school in Iowa.
While I was in New York that summer, Yvette was informed by our landlord that our rent would be raised. The depression hadn't yet made itself felt and prices were still going up. She started looking at ads and located a slightly bigger house; it had two floors and a basement, two or three streets farther east. The street was unpaved and the house was next to the Grand Trunk RR tracks, the dividing line between the Heights and Muskegon. It was farther from high school, of course, and I would have to get up earlier in the morning but I needed the exercise. The house next door on the south of us was occupied by a Greek family that owned a bakery in Muskegon. Their youngest child was a girl Yolande's age whose name was Athea and there were three boys in grade school. To Yolande, Athea was "Afy." Athea grew up to be a striking brunette with a typical Greek profile. The boys turned out to be very handsome fellows too after they got to high school.