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, August 22, 2010

Have YOU ever had one of those days. I did well, I should say nights. My roommate is taking care of anothers person house and cat so is gone. My other room mate was spending the night with some friends. So here is the story...

I put the two big dogs out for the night and because one is a fench jumper put her on the tie down for the night. Plenty of water and for the night and settled in to watch a couple of shows. You know the kind that is cops and robbers. Do they still have those? At about 11:00 pm the big dog and yes she is big started to bark, howl and act up. The more it went on the more I got upset. It is highly unusal for her to make such a racket. Yes, she barks but not like this. I called her but could not get her to come. I tried again still no results. Well you have to understand that we have had car break ins and break ins in houses where the people are sleeping while they steal from the house. (hard of hearing I don't think so) Well chicken me as I was becoming thought maybe I sould call my cop friend that lives down the street. Threw that out and called my roommate at 1:30 am and ask her what she thought. So she stayed on the line while I went outside and to the corner of the front yard where B was at. Finally got B. to come in. She was so up tight and kept going to the door wanting to go out. Then she put her body acrossed mine and pushed me back in the sofa in a protective mode. At 4:00 or so she finally layed down after pacing the room and looking out she went to sleep. At 5:00 her eyes popped open and she wanted out. I let her out no more braking or crying at all. What ever was there was gone. No sleep and none until Sat night when I went to be about 8:00 and died. B did not bark or get upset that night. So what do you think is was brothering her? Some say a wild animal, or maybe a ghost.

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