1896, around in there. But there is a man that has written up all this who lives in Litchfield, which is a town nearby. Iola would have his name. He just loves to write down the history of this part of California. It's a pretty wild history. So my dad came to Concord with a couple of carloads of animals, landed at the railroad station, and unloaded the two cars. He needed some cowboys to help him drive the cattle from Concord out to the new ranch. So he went to my other [ ] on my mother's side, who was Henry Ivey. Owned a livery stable in Concord. He thought that would be a good place to hire some men to help him. So he went there and said to him, "Give me some men. " It all worked out. He got the cattle out, with their help, to the new ranch. If you've ever been to Mt. Diablo, that ranch was located right where you turn to go up the hill on the Walnut Creek - Ignacio Valley side. It was right where that turn out of the valley starts up a steep hill. When you get to the top of Mt. Diablo there, you can see clear up - at that time when there was no fog or smog - you could see up the valley to almost Oregon, and you could see to San Francisco, and you could see to Stockton, Sacramento. Diablo was the place you could really see most of Northern California from. My mother was born at the foot of Mt. Diablo. I was born at the foot of Mt. Diablo. When my grandfather on her side went home that night, he said to my mother, "I met a real young man at the livery stable today, and I'd like to invite him sometime to dinner. " My mother was quite popular, quite beautiful, but my father didn't take to having any other suitors around and quickly dispensed with them. He proposed marriage, and Grandfather Henry Ivey said, "Bessie, if you marry this young man, you'll never want for a sack of flour. " That was his approval.