My parent's first grandchild

My sister married an only child. I did also but my in-laws were friendly. While Ethel and Harold lived in Topeka we all seemed to get along fine. He came from a small town outside of Topeka called Dover where his parents pretty well ran the town as his father was the only grocer, the postmaster and just ran things. We liked them and shared many holiday meals together. My brother-in-law and my brother Allan, did not get along too well and both were employed by my father. Ethel's husband decided to move to San Diego and work in a war plant. He went ahead and then sent for Ethel. After they had been there awhile they were going to have their first child and my parent's first grandchild. My mother went out to be there. In July a son was born. After his birth my dad thought we should go and admire this wonderful child. Helen and I went with him in the car and we arrived in San Diego. Later my sister moved into one of the outlaying towns, El Cajon, but then they were actually in East San Diego. Harold's parents were already there. We went in to see the people but could not find Harold's parents. It turned out they went out through the bedroom window when we arrived. I guess they really did not like us. They later moved to El Cajon and lived next door.