Her-story!

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.]

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Have your ever felt like sharing and just don't know how?
That would be me.
Sometimes I think I have nothing to share
and then there are times when I am afraid to.
Today is the 4th of July and always
before their were things to do not today.
It is Sunday and no one is awake at 4:45 pm.
Nice... and better than last year.
Accident with tempers flaring
and angry words said.
Peoples lives change and so did mine.
Today I am thankful for a peaceful
Sunday
in which to attend church
and be with my animals.
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1 comment:

  1. si tu veuxJuly 5, 2010 at 8:12 AM

    Happy Fourth Mom.
    I love how your words fall like a waterfall. Classic.
    Love you.

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