Footnote #1
Laurel and I recently went to the movie theater and saw the movie "Saving
Private Ryan." The show was emotionally draining as was expected to all
at the theater. They had warned all movie goers to expect a highly emotional
viewing. After the movie, Laurel asked what I thought of the movie? I said,
"It was ok." She said, "You really are a cold fish." I said, "I guess."
My sister and I are noted for our dead pan attitudes and casings of steel.
I later told Laurel that I had already had an emotional crisis during my
growing years of six to thirteen. My anguish during this period was
nothing but hell. I was a bed wetter. A stutterer and heaven know
what all. I cried myself to sleep, wondering and waiting for the understanding
of lifes pain to come knocking on the door with the solutions to all our
problems. I would grasp on to people like a drowning man, always
pouring my heart into a sinking ship. The movie was easy. So when I say
that I was confused and lost when I was ten, you have "Saving Private Ryan"
to gage "some ten-year-olds" feelings.
Mystery
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Footnote #2
While our daughter Allison was in junior year in high school (1987-88)
she was required to investigate our family tree as one of her requirements
in her class. Well Laurel and I jumped in to help, calling and writing
just about everyone we knew in our families. The family tree took off slowly
and gained momentum. We found a lot of information going back to England,
Russia and Mexico. We found three mysteries. One is that my mother disappeared
and no one knew about where she went. Two that my Grandfather fought with
Pancho Villa during the revolution and that he also was the son of
the dictator. Three a lost cousin for Laurel was found.
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