I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway. Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do. Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed. I was born in Prove, Utah.
My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died. My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life. Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump. For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.
I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.
[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]
Friday, June 25, 2010
A thought for you
Each day is a new canvas to paint upon.
Make sure your picture is full of life and happiness,
and at the end of the day you don't look at it
and wish you had painted something different. Author Unknown
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