After some amount of searching, I finally came across a copy of the 1932 “Bell,” which was my Aunt Guyo’s high school yearbook. Amazingly, she was there, a simple picture of her at age 17, a June graduate. I’m not sure why, but SJ High had two graduating classes, one in January and the other in June. Maybe something to do with the farming seasons? I don’t really know. Aunt Guyo was on the yearbook staff, in charge of the Literature section. One of her poems appeared. She listed her hobby as “writing poetry,” in fact, something I did not know about her. Finding the yearbook was a big boost forward; I’d hit sort of a stall as I researched her life. I managed to get a sense of who she was as a teen and of her life’s ambition: “to be a journalist.” When did her ambition change, I wonder. Was it enough that she covered WW II and its aftermath?