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Week 29: Water. Do you have any memories of the sea or another body of water? Did you live there or just visit? What did you do there? You can also describe a body of water by which you live or visit in the present day.
I have a couple of stories about water.
During my college years, a friend came to live with us so she could attend the Vocational School and become an LPN. She was attending school and working as an aide at St. Mary’s Hospital, Manhattan, KS. She and a friend liked to go fishing. One day they asked me to go along. Tuttle Creek Dam was only a few years old, and had some good fishing. We got our fishing poles, and other needs and headed out for a days fishing. Now we decided to fish below the tubes, at that time they were releasing water, so the channel was pretty full. We were divided being on both sides of the channel. I was fishing from a small ledge. I heard some one holler “Did you see …..?”
Well I rose up to see, my feet went out from under me and the ledge gave way. I WAS I THE WATER. There was no touching bottom, and the first thing they asked “Can you swim?”
I could dog paddle enough to keep my head above water, so I told them “Yes.”
Now the people on the banks were trying to figure out how to get me out of the water. The banks were pretty steep and not much to climb out on. I remember someone threw down a very short rope to help pull me out. I had to laugh, I knew it wasn’t long enough. I don’t remember the exact way they pulled me out, but I was rescued.
Once I was out of the water, I realized it had been a close call. Thankfully my head never went underwater, so I did not lose my glasses. The thought of losing my glasses was my biggest worry.
I don’t think I have been fishing since. They give me a bad time about falling in, but I had only moved, and the earth moved, too.
THE PACIFIC OCEAN
When you travel to the west coast one of the things you want to see is the Pacific Ocean. During my college years, the late 60’s, my brother and his family were returning from the Phillipines were he had been stationed. My parents and Roberta and I drove out to Vancouver, WA to pick them up. We got to Vancouver in time to drive up to SEA-TEC airport to welcome, Kenneth, Billie, Stepanie & Shannon, returning from his tour in the Philipines. Shannon had been born in the Philippines, this our first change to see him, and Step had been a baby when they left. You would think there would be time to go the few miles to the coast. But, no that did not happen on this trip. My parents stayed to drive Kenneth and his family back to Kansas. Roberta and I flew back to Kansas, I had to be back for school.
The next time I went to Vancouver, was in 1973. I was teaching but my parents wanted to go see their new grandchild, which should be born by the time we got there around the middle of May. We flew up to Vancouver. WELL we had a very stubborn little girl who decided it wasn’t time yet, and she wasn’t there when we arrived. We stayed about 10 days, and Kenneth would take the folks on little tours here and there around Vancouver and Portland, but I stayed home with Billie in case she needed to be taken to the hospital. This meant that I did not get very far from the house during this visit. The morning we left, my brother wakes me up and asks me, if he should take Billy to the hospital. I am about 20, not married, they have 2 other children, and he is asking me???? Well, her water had broken, he took her to the hospital, came back and took us to the airport. We arrived in Hays, called Kenneth from the Airport to find out was if it a boy or a girl. On June 1, 1973 Kenneth had his a second daughter. Again I have been a short distance from the Pacific Ocean and didn’t get to stick my toes in.
The next time I made it up to see my brother, I drove my father up one last time to visit with his son, in his home. I took my 4 almost 5 –year old son up to Vancouver, WA. When we got there I told them I was going to the Ocean, even if I had to walk. We did take a day trip, drove up to Seaside. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it to the ocean, because Kenneth let his daughter, Step drive that day, she had just gotten her driver’s license. I was in the back seat, and my brake was burning a hole in floorboard, but not having any effect on how that car maneuvered down the mountain. We got to Seaside and I got to put my toes in the ocean and walk along the beach. A very enjoyable experience, the memory of it is very calming.
On this trip we also celebrated my son’s 5thbirthday, Billie’s dad had a 40 foot cruiser, and the birthday party was cruising the Columbia River. He just turned 35, so this was 30 years ago, I asked him if he remembered this trip.
Obviously I do not live near large bodies of water and still do not live near any large bodies of water. I am very much landlocked. I have since seen the Atlantic Ocean, but just a visual look, and also been to see some of the Great Lakes. I have traveled across the Atlantic Ocean, and got to see the Mediterranean Sea.
52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History by Amy Coffin is a series of weekly blogging prompts (one for each week of 2011) that invite genealogists and others to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants.
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