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.]

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Well I have been lost in a fog.
Decided this week is a bust and best left behind.
I put my tooth thru mylip (had a fat lip)
and fell on Baileysue, and staggered into walls.
No I was not drunk the meds Dr
gave me I had a reaction to. Lost one week of time.
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