Wow. Quite the "itchy feet". My grandfather was born in Virginia, and worked in the coal mines before entering the Army and serving in the trenches of France in WWI. When he returned (thankfully) he took a job with the railroad and worked his way across the U.S. to CA. Every place he stopped along the way he would start a Church. He married his first wife (who died) and had a son. He then met my grandmother in Texas and married her. I don't know all the details. He continued working for the railroad and moved further West, and continued building Churches. He lived in Oregon and Washington, working for the railroad and Ministering to his congregation (he being a Reverend). My grandparents finally settled here in the 50's, and built a life where they owned a Convolesenct Home and Ministered in a local Church (that he help to build). As young child I would help them with their clients (all elderly men and women who didn't have much family help). My grandparents were married for more than 50 years before my grandfather's death in 1984 from cancer. My grandmother kept going (retired of course) until her death in April 2005. It was my grandmother's prayers which kept our family safe from harm all those years. Not one of her children, grandchildren, greatgrandhildren, or greatgreatgrandchildren have ever been seriously ill or died. She was a true prayer warrior.