Early day Garland, seven miles from where we lived in Penrose, was a bustling place with hotels, a department store, at least one, an elevator, and who knows what else? I remember Mother taking me to the department store to buy a pair of overshoes. Our Penrose mail was delivered through the Garland Post Office until long after I left home in January 1950. Joe Bob Cubbage was the lovable postmaster, and we used to think he read all of our postcards, which was fine, because nothing of import was ever on any of them. The Chicago, Burlington, and Quincy RR went through Garland on its way to Cody. Passenger cars on this railroad carried Yellowstone Park visitors in early times, and the railroad was used to move Japanese internees on the final leg of their sad journey to the Heart Mountain Relocation Center during WWII, as the prison facilities were politely called. We had moved to Ralston during the WW II years from 1941-1944, where we lived immediately adjacent to the railroad. We went out by the tracks and waved at all of the Japanese people in the rail cars as they went by, and they were always waving at us. We had only a partial understanding of this great American Tragedy when we were very young.