In Part 1 of this childhood memory I shared the second oversight in our rafting adventure—the gross weight of the completed vessel. Eight kids did not possess enough muscle power to dead-lift that raft and carry it 100 yards to the water. After considerable brainstorming and experimenting we designed a workable solution—add wheels! With the […]
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Stories from my past.
Pop and Grandma owned P. O. Box 23 in their hometown and retrieving the mail required descending the long hill to visit the post office. Pop owned a business and once a month the tiny box overflowed with customer receipts. As I watched him open envelope after envelope and stack the money I figured he […]
My childhood home was a tribute to Dad’s determination. After his work day he traveled miles to the land on Angel Fork and labored till the wee hours connecting the parts to make a house. We were moving to the country, true pioneers out to scratch an existence from the wilderness. The land overlooked a […]
Once children can count beyond the number of their fingers they graduate to serious pastimes like playing Hide N Seek. Our two-story home with multiple closets offered numerous spots for concealment and my daughters loved to play the game, especially against Dad. Is there any activity more fun than waiting quietly for a chance to […]
My childhood home sat at the edge of miles of inviting woods waiting expectantly for adventurous explorers. We found caves, huge rock formations, creeks that had never been named, and a rusted Rambler pickup truck someone abandoned miles from a road. We ran the hills at every opportunity. I struggled with asthma, and I am […]