To start the ball rolling, I will tell a little about myself. My name is Erik Gustafsson and I moved to Happy Valley in 1955. More recently I watched as the local firemen burned a dairy barn to make way for a new subdivision. I could only imagine the reaction that the old dairy farmer might have had if he were still alive to see it burn. It had been built in several days by a community barn-raising effort after an older barn had burned accidently, killing a number of the farmer's cows.
Today there is new life where the barn used to stand in the form of Carmichael Estates.
I thought it should have been called Thompson Estates, after the old dairy farmer and his wife. But then I wasn't asked. I attended Happy Valley Elementary School. Went to the first grade in the oldest room in the building, I think it is now the music room. There used to be a sand box in the foyer at the front door.