When I was 6 or 7 we took a family vacation near Lake City CO. While the folks were setting up camp us kids were playing “hide and seek”. Well I took off and ran quite a ways, so I wouldn't get caught. After awhile I realized I didn't know where I was. I yelled, but nobody answered. I was scared. I started kinda wandering around, looking for something that looked familiar. Well I walked into an Aspen grove that reminded me of a picture of the Sacred Grove. It seemed like praying and asking for help was a good idea. I knelt done and prayed. After I finished I remembered Granddad telling his scouts “If you get lost in the mountains, head down hill.”. I headed down the little valley that the grove was in and came to a stream. I followed the stream down to the road. And started following the road down. I don't know how far I walked before Granddad showed up in the car. He was more relieved than mad, well at least when he found me. I guess I had hit the road above where w
August 1945 Dad was "home" on a delay in route from the Europe to Edwards Army Air Corps Base. He was scheduled to transition from B-17s to B-29 in preparation for the bombing of Japan. The projected looses were in the 40-50% range. Charlie B. was a POW in Japan. There was little doubt that the POWs would all be executed when the US actually invade Japan. Uncle Cluff had been drafted and was in an Army infantry division in the south Pacific. Uncle Bob had been transferred from an Army construction battalion to an Army infantry division in the north Pacific. I don't remember where all the other Uncles were. I know all of them but Wig and Troy were in the service. I think Al was the only one who wasn't in a combat unit. I think (and this is why we should write things down) that on August 6th. Mom and Dad were on a trip to Utah to be Sealed in the Temple (using agricultural gas ration stamps), with another couple from Farmington. I know (because Dad told me) that on Augu