Monday, January 16, 2012

After
moving to the "straightline" we had a very small home but it was home and we all
began to heal. In this location in springbille the were two "hollows" or I guess
it would be like small canyons. One was called big hollow and was near the
Evergreen Cemetary. The other was called little hollow and it was south of big
hollow and just a short way above, or East of our little home. as kids we all
had alot of fun exploring little hollow and making forts, tree houses, and
played lots of fun games there. In the winter we went sleigh riding down the
hills of little hollow. We also went ice skating in the ponds that were natural
water holes for cattle. The ponds were north of us and by Diane Childs
home.I had some very good friends out on the straightline. some of them
were, Arlene Boren, my best friend, Bonnie Backus, Diane Childs, Utahna
Sorenson, Elaine Ence, Jeannine Watts, and Billy Clark. We all hung around
together clear from about third grade through high school. Great friends.
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Saturday, January 14, 2012

I may have
found a way to continue my story blog.My children have ask that I give
the details of the tragedy of what happened surrounding my sister Sue's death.
It is tramatic and therefore I do not want to offend anyone, only to tell the
story. One day when everything in our family life was going along quite
well and we were all happy, my Dad had gone to work, my Mother had gone to Salt
Lake City to see Grandma Johnson, and we kids were left home to care for each
other. Sue was 12 and was old enough to look after us. as we were playing one of
my brothers was snooping in the closet and looked up on a shelf that they had to
climb up to, just to see what was up there. He found my dad's 45 caliber pistol
and the bullets to it. we all played with that gun all that day. when my parents
arrived home that night I knew I should tell them what we had found. We were so
happy to see them and have mama share about grandma that I forgot to tell them.
The next day the gun was again present in our playing around. We all decided
to play cops and robbers, my brothers lined up the robbers, Jim, Sue and Me. the
cop was holding us by pretending he was pointing the gun at us.The gun went
off as it was being waved around, it struck sue in the chest. she whirled around
it seemed like several times, blood was spraying everywhere around the room and
she was calling "help me, help me". Jim and I were so scared of what was
happening we ran and hid in the next room behind the dresser. We knew we could
not stay there so I ran back into the room where Sue was, she was sitting up
asking for help, I ran over to her to hold her and got there just as she fell
over. Blood was spurting from her mouth, nose, ears. and chest, it was
everywhere.By this time our neighbor had heard the shot and came running
over to see what was going on. when he saw us all spattered with blood, he ran
into the house and saw the scene with Sue. He immediately took us over to his
house to his wife. she cleaned us up as best she could while he talked to us to
find out where our parents were. (they had gone to an afternoon movie in Provo).
He took Richard and myself and went looking for mama and daddy. when we found
them I went in to tell them to come home, at first they didn't want to come but
said they would come when the movie was over. It was then I told them Sue had
been shot, they came and left so fast that they forgot Richard and myself and we
rode home with Mr. Springer. (our Neighbor). when we all got home and went into
the house Sue was still there lying in a great pool of blood on the floor. My
poor mother was beside herself and was screaming and crying over what was
happening.I guess my dad and Mr. Springer called the Mortuary to come
and they came and took Sue away. Then mom and I were mopping up sue's blood and
putting it in a big pan, we would take it outside and go up the hill where we
poured it out by a large bush. It took several trips to get it all cleaned up.
After it was cleaned up by then Grandma from Springville, and some of the other
relatives begin to arrive. This was when aunt Frieda and Uncle Dick arrived and
took me back to Salt Lake City with them. I do not know where Richard and Jim
were taken nor where mamma and daddy went. I did not see them again until Sue's
funeral.At the viewing that was held at my Springville grandma's house I
did not feel comfotable going to the coffin to see Sue. It scared me and I felt
really upset over everything. Grandma johnson from SLC, took me by the hand and
insisted I tell Sue goodby. I did not want to do it. so she picked me up and
took me to the coffin, she pushed my head down and made me kiss Sue goodby, I
was so frightened theat I do not remember anything after that. I probably went
and hid somewhere. I just do not know. Within a week we had moved from
"Ironton" out south of Springville to the "Straightline" it was a good place to
live and we began to heal from our tragedy.