“My father was born and raised in the Port Townsend area. He lived on Indian Island. He had hardly been in this part of the country, but when he and my mother were old enough to be married their marriage was set up and they were married down here (Jamestown). From that time on he stayed here and worked on the farms around the countryside and had his own farm too. He worked on the Holland Farm when it was big cedars. Any schooling he may have had was in Port Townsend.”
 
“My mother was the one who liked doing things in the old way. She really enjoyed the fish being barbequed on the sticks. She would have us build two fires so the sand in between them would get hot and we would dig a hole for her to put a big bread dough in to cook. Then she would cover it with sand and after awhile we would dig it up. It had a real thick crust and we would take it over and smack it on a log a couple of times and all the sand would drop out. It was good, like a French loaf.”
 
Joe and Bill Allen were his best friends when he was “a kid.” “Joe and I were together constantly ‘cause we were the same age. Joe Allen and I were within a few months of each other. We rode bicycles a lot and we did a lot of swimming here. We lived at the beach. We would lose a raft just about every year in the storms. But then we would go roll off some logs from the beach. Everybody had jacks and peaveys that we could use to roll them down into the water. Then we would scrounge and get some planks and nail across them so that we had a raft. Then we would build a diving board off the end of one of them and use that all summer.”
 
One of his best memories was playing with his friends Joe and Bill Allen and Harold Johnson. “We did a lot of bicycling in those days. We went to Sequim, Dungeness, Washington Harbor and all around the countryside. What we did, we would go along and pick bottles out of the ditches and get a penny a piece for them. So we would gather up a couple of gunny sacks together, tie them up and drape them over the hind fender of the bicycle.” After going down the road they would get a load of bottles and go down to Dungeness to Jim Duncan’s Tavern. “Jim Duncan had a small grocery there and if you kept walking on through you would come to a bar where he sold beer. When we had a load of bottles we would knock on the door back there, fill the cases that he gave us with bottles and then we would get our candy bars and milk shakes that he made right there in his tavern.”
 
He grew up with one brother and four sisters. They were Oliver “Buck” Prince , Mildred “Micky” Prince Judson , Mary Elizabeth “Betty” Prince Holden and Ruby Prince George.
 
Lyle lives at Jamestown where he and his beloved wife Pat, who passed away in March 2001, raised five children; Beth Anders, Julie Powers, Clifford Prince and Janice Eberle.