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
I was born in Prove, Ut. 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. I was given a name and blessing by a member for the 12 apostles (with Dad choosing my name - better than Valentine).
Dad came home from the war and we moved to Compton, Ca while Dad was stationed at the army airbase in Long beach, Ca. In Aug of 1945 my Grandfather Glen James Sykes died and we went home to American Fork.
I lived around many Aunts and played in the back yard of the house still on Main Street [in American Fork].
[this was sent to me on February 8th of 2010; I had asked my Mother to begin to share/write her history. I think it is fitting I share her 'bits' and 'pieces' on her own blog.]
I love you and
I miss you.
you will find
it pleasing as I
share your story
I like to think of you
'beside a waterfall'.
in my dreams
and I talk.
when you were here.
so many things